Disclaimer: If I ruled the world, I'd live in an awesome house, own this sentence structure, and officially have a hand in producing PPG cartoons. Since I don't rule the world, I live in a tiny bedroom, this sentence idea belongs to my friend, and I unofficially write about the Powerpuff Girls. How depressing.
Authoress's Notes: There are probably already stories like this in this PPG category, but I haven't read any, and I'm doing this my way. Review and tell me if you want to hear what happens next, or give me some advice or constructive criticism. I'd really appreciate it.
Summary: The Powerpuff Girls, now Townsville High seniors, still protect the city after over a decade. Even though most of the old school villains have retired, the city is still attacked by monsters every now and then. No big deal. These days, the biggest problems for the girls are the Boys from the past that still like to cause a little mayhem, combining their other present problems – school as seniors, romance, and general heroinic life. The last thing these teens need is exactly what they're going to get: trouble from the future.
Generation X
At the top of the staircase, she called, "Bell? Bell, are you down there?"
No answer, but she saw movement – a flicker of a shadow. She didn't like how dark the basement seemed, but she had to get her cousin out of there. Taking steps two at a time, she continued, "You know we're not supposed to play down here, Bell! Grandfather has plenty of dangerous chemicals down here!"
Passing machine after machine, she whispered until she saw a blonde head peep out.
"Brie? Is that you? I thought you were your mom!" Bell stepped out from a gigantic thing, looking sort of like the body of R2D2. Her light blue eyes twinkled with excitement. "Look what I found!" She grabbed Brie's hand and pulled her to the place she'd hidden in. "What is it, Brie?"
They stepped up the stool placed in front of the machine, for the door was about two feet above ground. Brie examined the inside of the contraption in amazement. It was a small room, barely 6 feet in diameter and about 6 feet tall, too. From the center of the dome ceiling ran nine stripes of glowing, white fluorescent light, touching all the way to the floor.
"It looks like some sort of teleporter…" The pink of her eyes looked for the control panel. "Oh, here!" An outlined rectangle against the wall, it featured dials, gauges, and many colored buttons.
"Brie! Bell! What are you doing down here?"
Brie whipped around, her thick braid of red hair smacking Bell's forehead.
"Ouch!" Bell's face scrunched up in annoyance while she rubbed her head. At least her hair wasn't a lethal weapon. Her bangs were split and framed her face. The rest of her hair ended a little lower than her shoulders.
"Oh, Birch, it's you! Don't do that! You scared me, acting like Blast!"
Birch looked miffed. "Serves you right. What happened, Miss Goody-Goody? You know we shouldn't be down here."
"We were just leaving, actually. Right, Bell?" Brie grabbed Bell's hand, but Bell pulled back.
"I thought we were looking at this machine."
Brie turned back to say, "What she means is we're leaving now." to Birch, but she wasn't there. "Don't touch anything," Brie stressed to Bell.
Just outside the machine, Birch was gazing at a row of chemicals. 'I wonder which ones are explosive…' she thought. Brie smiled with revenge and snuck behind her quietly. She was an inch away from Birch's short black ponytail when she shouted,
"BOO!"
"AH!" yelled Birch, stumbling into the rack. A flask from the top ledge fell onto the machine, and though the girls didn't see it, a black liquid poured into an open tunnel of the machine. Suddenly, the whole thing started to vibrate and glow.
"What did you do?" questioned Brie, uncertain of what was happening.
"ME? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO TRIED TO SCARE ME!" Birch shouted back, partly because she was angry, and partly because loud noises started coming from the machine.
The girls sped up and into the metal heap to find Bell cowering on the floor.
"BELL! WHAT DID YOU DO?" they yelled.
"Nothing!" came the squeaky reply.
"DID YOU TOUCH THE PANEL???" Brie asked.
"…No…Yes…" Bell whispered.
"CAN YOU TURN IT OFF, BRIE? WE'RE GONNA GET IN TROUBLE!" The lights were flashing all around them. Birch's dark green eyes looked through the open door and to the ceiling of the lab. She was sure she heard parents screaming upstairs, too. She also noticed the whole lab shaking, but figured it was the machine's fault.
"I THINK SO!" Brie looked at the panel. It seemed simple enough. Push the red button and the thing would stop. Just as her hand reached it, a violent lurch sent her tumbling back. The door of the machine shut tight and locked itself. Brie hit the wall and slid down. From the floor, she yelled, "PUSH THE BUTTON!"
Bell was crying in the corner, so Birch, who'd managed to keep her balance, made her way to the control panel. "WHICH ONE? THERE ARE A LOT OF THEM, YOU KNOW!" There labels under each button, but she couldn't stay still long enough to read them. About to slam her hand into one randomly, she heard –
"NO! NOT THAT ONE!!!" screamed Brie. She pushed herself off the wall and launched towards Birch to stop her and to the panel to stop the machine. All of a sudden, the lights turned off, the trembling stopped, and the room was dead silent.
Brie and Birch smiled at each other, nearly ready to giggle with relief, when all three girls felt a strong pull upwards. It was a sickening feeling, yet it stopped all too soon. With a final thud, the machine shut down, and the girls collided into each other once more. They laid on the floor unconscious and in the dark.
Authoress: Thanks for reading this first chapter! Please, tell me what you think! Update? Delete? What should I do??? And don't worry, this chapter's short since it's a prologue-type entry.