Powerpuff Girls: Him's Dark Desire
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				Title: <strong>Powerpuff Girls: Him's Dark Desire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 06:00:50</strong>
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				Deep within the bowels of the world, below the crust, and past the burning core, a sole, dark figure sat upon a throne of bone, a single, crab-like claw tapping upon the humerous which made up his chair's armrest, the other swirling lazily in the cauldron at his side, a dark, thick, sinister smog rising from within. Moving the swirling claw, the figure stared into the abyss, watching three young adults flying through the air, punching and kicking mercilessly at a mechanical menace, a sentient monkey riding inside the glass head.<br><br>"<em>It would seem as though the Powerpuff girls are still at it, still saving the day before curfew...</em>" The figure spoke in a lithe, almost feminine voice. "<em>I have to admit. Of everything those precious little girls do, saving the day, and being so adorable doing so makes me so </em><strong>INFURIATED!</strong>" The feminine voice had turned quite angry, the flames behind the figure suddenly blazing higher. Leaning forward, the red, almost girlish figure of the being only known as Him (http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t297/XenoGuy/dd700bb3ef77b6fb53ed991c710fb242.jpg) stared hard at the cauldron, his eyes alight with pure, unadulterated hatred. "<strong>Always flying around, beating up innocent villains who only want to make a living! It's enough to drive someone MAD!</strong>" A cruel smile crossed his lips, as his claw dipped back in the cauldron, stirring the contense more, the image disappearing in a swirl of foam and liquid.<br><br>"<em>Oh, but don't you fret, Powerpuff Girls... I have a little surprise in store for you... you and your little... friends, the Rowdyruff Boys...</em>" Pulling the claw back up, six vials floated to the surface, each containing a bright pink liquid. "<em>Don't you worry, girls. I'll give you the vacation of a life time... one no one will ever forget...</em>" As the flames before him died to cinders, a sick, twisted smile curled onto Him's lips.<br><br>-Powerpuff Girls Residence, That Night-<br><br>A flash of flame shot from the floor of Professor Utonium's room, the good professor sound asleep, unaware of Him's arrival. The sound of Him's stillettoes was negated agains the carpet as he approached the professor. "<em>Professor Utonium...</em>" Him cooed into the Professor's ear, crouched at the side of his bed. "<em>Your girls work so hard to protect the city. They deserve a little reward, don't you think?</em>" Placing three of the vials on the bedside table, he smirked. "<em>Give your precious Powerpuffs this special drink, and they will feel a euphoria as they have never done before. This special drink will make everyone fall in love with them.</em> <strong>Some... more then others...</strong>" He finished, standing. "<em>Good night, professor...</em>" With a feminine titter, he disappered in another flash of flame.<br><br>-Rowdyruff Boys Residence, That Same Night-<br><br>Him arrived outside the domicile of the Rowdyruff Boys, where the milkman had already been, leaving behind a carrier of six bottles of milk. Picking up three, Him downed them, throwing the bottles away. Folding his claws under his chin, he smirked. "<em>Calcium gives villains the strength they need for</em> <strong>evil....</strong>" Pouring out the other three bottles, he poured the mixture in, tapping each bottle twice, the mixture turning milk white.<br><br>"<em>When you awake, boys... have yourselves a nice drink of milk... it will really do your body</em><strong> and heart</strong><em> some good...</em>" Laughing more, he waved. "<em>Good night, boys...</em>" And he was gone in a flash flame.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Powerpuff Girls: Him's Dark Desire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 18:49:51</strong>
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				Blossom turned and tossed in her sleep. She was experiencing a dream that replayed the day's fight but in her mind the scene kept shifting. She saw herself and her sisters smashing Mojo's latest mechanical contraption one moment, and then flashed back to Townsville five years before. The day shifted from sunny and bright to a dark and stormy night as the younger Powerpuffs fought Fuzzy Lumpkins and Sedusa at the steps of City Hall. Then she flashed back a further three years, to when they stormed Mojo's lair and put him down once and for all...or so they had thought. The young woman could not stop twisting as she relived fight after fight in her mind, a never-ending procession of battles that stretched back to her earliest days.<br><br>Her dreams were not helped by a strangely familiar scent of flame and brimstone that wafted into her nostrils. Her sleeping mind could not process it, but it added overtones of fiery death to her dreams. The images of numerous burning buildings and forests she and her sisters had saved, mixed with the vague shape of someone or something that struck fear in her heart. Cold sweat broke out on her brow. She cried out in horror and a blast of cold air emerged from her mouth, super-chilling the room. The sudden chill snapped her out of her sleep. <br><br>"Aaa!" She sat bolt upright, looking around frantically. A quick glance at the clock told her the time: 3:28 A.M. . Once her super senses told her she wasn't in any danger, she wiped her brow and got up, going to the heart-shaped mirror over her bedstand. She took a long look at herself. At eighteen, she looked pretty good for someone had been fighting all her life she felt. She had reached the height of 6'2", with a body kept toned and fit but not too overtly muscular. Her flaming crimson hair was still kept in a flowing sweep to the middle of her back and she automatically tied on her trademark pink ribbon with it's red heart. She was inordinately fond of that ribbon. She'd come into being with it after all. Her breasts were high and full, puffing out the pink lace nightie she wore. It covered her slim waist and supple, well-rounded rear, coming to the bottom of her thighs and leaving her long legs bare. She wiped away the sweat with a scented handkerchief and took a deep breath before grabbing a red bathrobe and tying it around herself. <br><br>"I need a break." She let out a deep breath before stepping outside her room. She and her sisters had each gotten their own rooms as they had grown, and on nights like these she was glad that they didn't all sleep in the same bed as they once had. She closed the door as silently as she could and floated down the hall past the rooms of her sisters and their father, Professor Utonium. A tired smile crossed her lips. She loved them all, even on the days when they were the most difficult. She floated down the hall to a window and then outside and up to the roof. Her pale skin wasn't affected by the cold of night. She sat down on the roof and looked to where the sun would rise in a few hours. Maybe the soothing dark would settle her nerves. She hoped so anyways. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Powerpuff Girls: Him's Dark Desire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 06:30:50</strong>
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				It wasn't so much that Brick didn't like mornings...okay, so he didn't like mornings.&nbsp; &nbsp;Actually, he more detested and loathed them.&nbsp; Invariably because for so many years it had involved him getting out of a perfectly warm and comfortable bed to go do things that he really didn't want to do.&nbsp; &nbsp;Evenings were much more his thing, as that was usually when he got to do whatever he wanted.<br><br>This particular morning, he yawned and ruffled his hair a bit after he climbed out of bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;He absently pulled on his clothes, floating out of the room and down the hallway.&nbsp; &nbsp;Another part of his philosophy, "why walk when you can run and why run when you can fly?"<br><br>He floated down to the front of their domicile long enough to retrieve the milk bottles, frowning as he saw that there were only three bottles instead of the usual six.&nbsp; It wasn't that Brick was stupid, he simply preferred solving problems with his fists rather than his head.&nbsp; But then again, a good headbutt could solve a lot of problems.<br><br>He closed the door behind him and floated into the kitchen, leaving the bottles on the table before retrieving a box of cereal.&nbsp; &nbsp;It would be Lucky Charms this morning and he settled down into a chair after getting himself a nice and large bowl of it.&nbsp; &nbsp;One should never start the day on an empty stomach.
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