Storm

By Water Fairy a.k.a. Mizu

Disclaimer: I do not own Powerpuff Girls.

Summary: When an alien lands on Earth, Blossom inexplicably disappears. Eight years later, the world has changed drastically. Buttercup is the leader of a group of rebels and Bubbles is a sergeant in the Resistance. Their lives have changed since the disappearance of their beloved leader. But when Buttercup finds a redheaded girl on a random patrol, everything is suddenly changed. Where has Blossom been all these years? And why can't she remember?

This is my first Powerpuff Girls multi-chapter fanfiction, so hopefully the characters won't seem too out of character. Also, I'm not entirely sure about the title. If you have an idea on a better title, PM me please!

UPDATE (2/2/2020): It's been almost six years since I last touched this story, but I'm finally touching it up and updating it! It will also be cross-posted over on AO3 under the same name (Storm)! I'll be slowly updating the chapters over here as I upload them to AO3

Prologue: Eight Years Ago

The day everything went wrong started out like any other day in Townsville, USA.

It was a warm, sunny day with a pleasant breeze and cool temperature that made up for the horrendous heat that had dominated most of the summer. As it was a pleasant day, most townsfolk were outside playing or daydreaming from the jobs they were stuck at, minds miles away at some beach or foreign vista. And, as it was Townsville, no day would be complete without some sort of mayhem going on.

The smoke billowing from the window of the bank was the first clue that there was a robbery. The screams following the ski-mask clad men was the second clue.

Grinning widely, the men rushed towards their getaway vehicle, waving wildly at the driver. They were actually going get away with it! When was the last time a heist had ever gone right? That's right! Never! Not since those three girls, those Powerpuff Girls, had appeared seven years ago. The lead thief was so excited he felt like his was running on air…until he felt his shirt collar constricting his throat.

"Urk!" he gasped, noticing that he was indeed running on air…suspended by the hand gripping his collar.

"Going somewhere, sir?" the soft voice asked.

The thief twisted his head, trying to see the girl he knew led the guardians of the city. Blossom smiled frostily at the man squirming in her grip.

"Does no one understand that we're supposed to be on vacation?" Buttercup snapped, waving one of the man's cohorts angrily.

The man made gurgling noises as he was shaken. The green-eyed girl glared down at the two thieves she held.

Bubbles giggled nervously as she effortlessly held their getaway van ten feet off the ground.

"Well, it wasn't like we were very far…we were just coming back from the beach," she reasoned, squeaking when Buttercup threw her a dirty look.

"So!? It was supposed to be our day off!" The 'Toughest Fighter' viciously threw the two thieves into the police truck. "Ugh!"

Blossom calmly gave her crook to the police before rising to her arguing sisters. The bickering duo took no notice of their redheaded leader and instead focused on trying to outdo the other in insults. Buttercup, as per usual, was winning with flying colors.

"Girls," Blossom said authoritatively. Buttercup and Bubbles immediately snapped to attention. A small smile formed on Blossom's face before she spoke again. "Let's do a quick sweep of the city." She held up a hand to stop the flood of complaints she knew was coming. "After we drop our stuff off at home."

There were two noises of consent and then three superpowered girls flew off. Minutes later, the three were again in the city, patrolling.

Blossom flew above uptown Townsville, eyes closed as she enjoyed the breeze playing across her face. She could tell that everything was peaceful, a gut feeling she didn't often follow. Letting herself be a child for a moment, Blossom did a twirl mid-flight, giggling light-headedly. She held a hand to her mouth, trying to cover up the chuckles. It wasn't very often that she allowed herself to act her age. For some reason, while her sisters could easily go from being on duty to off, Blossom had a harder time. She supposed it was because she was the leader and therefore supposed to be the most alert at all times.

Townsville had been peaceful for a while. True, there indeed was the occasional monster attack and attempt at thievery, but overall, the city was very much peaceful. Blossom wondered briefly when the criminals had started becoming more cautious. Even the so-called "super villains" were highly wary. The Girls hadn't seen Mojo since July of last year. (Occasional sightings of him buying groceries didn't exactly count.)

Glancing down at her hand, Blossom supposed that the peace didn't really start until two years ago, when they were ten. Ironically, it was also the time when they hit puberty. Along with the usual growing pains, the Girls' bodies finally sprouted the missing features they never had before. Their hands and feet grew fingers and toes and noses and ears appeared on their heads. Their bodies became more proportional and their eyes started taking on a normal look. (They were still larger than the usual, but not as huge as they had been.) It hadn't been a pleasant experience, either, their puberty; oh no, it had been downright painful. Not to mention that soon after it hit, they received their periods. (Not all at the same time, thankfully for the Professor; Buttercup had been first.)

The whole process had taken a week and a lot of moaning and groaning from the Girls. The Professor couldn't even give them any pain-killers because their bodies burnt it off so quickly. During the period when Blossom and her sisters were incapacitated, Ms. Keane had been called in to explain what was happening to them and also the infamous talk of the birds and the bees. Bubbles had fainted halfway through and no one knew whether it was the talk itself or just from pain. (Bubbles had been sprouting her toes around that time and both Buttercup and Blossom remembered fainting when their toes had sprouted too.) And in some miraculous coincidence, no crime whatsoever happened. Until after the whole process ended, that was, but that was a story for another time.

So, yes, Blossom's patrol of Townsville was peaceful. The twelve-year-old girl stretched her arms out and alighted on top of one of the taller skyscrapers. Looking down at the streets, she let out a sigh. She now understood why Buttercup needed a weekly sparring partner. It was enjoyable, yes, having no crime, but at the same time, it was boring. And there were only so many times she could reread the books she owned.

To the pass the time, she had finally gotten the Professor to allow her to join dancing classes, something that she had wanted to do for a while. It was one of the few things that she was better at than her sisters (asides from her smarts). Bubbles was better than her in art and Buttercup was better with sports, but dancing, dancing was something Blossom was the best at.

Blossom sighed again, taking flight. She almost wished a monster would show up or another robbery would happen. Her dance classes were in the evening and there weren't any recitals going on for a while. It was about now that Blossom wished the Rowdyruff Boys hadn't disappeared off the face of the planet two years previous. Her fights with the Rowdyruff leader had always been the most challenging and, dare she say it, thrilling. While not the sharpest tool visibly, Brick had often surprised Blossom with how well he could match her strategies. Of course, those strategies of his never really expanded outside when it was only she and he fighting, but nonetheless he could match her extremely well.

"Well, of course he would, wouldn't he?" she thought, flying towards City Hall. "Brick was made to be my ultimate match."

As she flew towards the meeting place she and her sisters' had agreed upon, Blossom noticed a sudden shadow appear under her. Alarm bells went off in her mind and the Powerpuff leader rolled onto her back to see a large black ship floating above her. Her mouth dropped open, rosy eyes widening. The ship was shaped like a lily-pad and was black as pitch. Small white-blue lights pulsated across the surface and she quickly moved from under the ship. Floating level with the side, the redheaded preteen flew closer, within reaching distance. As she reached out, placing her palm against the hull, she marveled at how cool it felt, as well as the weird texture. It felt almost rubbery, but strangely nice.

The pulsating lights flocked to her hand and Blossom was mesmerized by the flashing. A part of her mind screamed at her to move, to get away from the spaceship, but her mind was blurry and she felt oddly content. The ship floated on, until it was above City Hall, and stopped, hovering like a lazy bumblebee. The superheroine still stuck to the ship barely registered the flash of light that was immediately followed by screams from the citizens of Townsville. Some part of her knew that she needed to go help, to see what was happening, and as Blossom finally started pulling her hand off the hull, a deep chuckle came from her right.

Expecting to see some super villain, maybe Mojo or Him, Blossom was instantly shocked to see what looked like a humanoid version of the ship standing on the hull. She opened her mouth to demand who he was, but only let out a pathetic whimper. Gritting her teeth, the redhead ripped her hand away from the ship and immediately went into a fighting stance, ignoring the sudden wave of fear that flooded her system. The being simply smiled at her and his teeth stood out with stark contrast against his night sky skin.

"W-Who are you?" Blossom snapped, cursing the stutter that came out. Her fists instantly pulsed with pink light as the alien walked across the hull to her. "Stay back! Why are you here?"

The alien paused, tilting his head before he chuckled again. "I am Aterex and I am here for this world."

With that said, the alien lunged at Blossom.

The rush of fear that had been building inside her burst out and Blossom shrieked as the alien wrapped his arms around her. As she struggled bitterly against him, blasting and shooting, she looked up into his face. Her eyes suddenly drooped as if she was tired and the last thing she saw was his blazing white grin against the darkness of unconsciousness.