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Twelve Years Ago

Three girls sat in the back of a hover car, their parents sat up front. The father was wearing a white lab coat and a black tie, and had dark hair. The mother had on an orange shirt with a small red vest over it, and had dark hair and blue eyes. Their three six-year old daughters were unique in many aspects. The eldest triplet had long red hair that was held up with a bright red bow, intelligent pink eyes, and a pink dress. The second oldest had short black hair, determined green eyes, and black shorts under a green dress. The youngest had curly blonde hair held up in pigtails, gentle blue eyes, and a blue dress.

The girls suddenly heard screaming coming from the center of town.

"Dad, stop the car." said the eldest.

Her father put his foot on the brake, but the car did not stop moving.

"What's wrong?" the pink-eyed girl asked.

"The brakes aren't working, Blossom." He replied, having learned not to sugarcoat information when speaking to the most intelligent of his daughters.

Suddenly, the car ran over something and flipped over onto its back, and rammed into the side of a tall building. All three girls were thrown from their seats, each hitting the same side of the car, almost as if they were one person. The blonde hit the side of the car feet first. She screamed as the impact shattered the bones in her legs. The black-haired one made contact with her arms, and she cried out as, they too, were shattered. The redhead's head knocked against the car, and she felt dizzy. The redhead realized she couldn't see anymore, despite the fact that her eyes were open. The side of her face felt a little warm as blood ran down it.

"Girls!" their father called out.

"Is Mom okay?" the girl known as Blossom asked.

"Mom?" the blonde called out. There was no response.

"Mom, are you alright?" the black-haired girl asked in a strained voice. Still no response.

"Dad, call an ambulance, quick." the redhead said quickly. Feeling her way through the car, the pink-eyed sister opens the door of the car and helps her sisters out of the car.

"Bubbles, hop on." the green-eyed sister said, and crouched down a little. The redheaded sister helped her youngest triplet onto the back of the strongest sibling. The trio heard their father talking with a 911 operator.

"Thanks Buttercup." Bubbles breathed.

"Let's get . . . to the trouble." Buttercup said. She winced as she tried to pull Bubbles up more. The blonde sister, getting the idea, lifted herself up a little more. Blossom and Buttercup took off, leaving light streaks of their respective colors behind them. Bubbles, not being able to fly due to her legs, clung onto her sister tightly with her arms. Blossom followed the sound of her sisters' breathing, not being able to see the path in front of her.

The girls touched down at Town Square, and the middle triplet growled as she saw three boys their age. A blonde in dark blue with a stupid look on his face, a black-haired one in green cracking his knuckles, and a redhead in, well, red, with a haughty attitude and a red hat.

"Well well, if it isn't the PowderPuff Girls!" The redheaded boy sneered.

"Wow, that one's new." his pink counterpart shot back. "How many IQ points did you waste on that remark, Brick-head?"

Brick growled and lunged at Blossom. Being blind, she couldn't dodge the attack, and ended up getting thrown into a building. Her head, started throbbing and some blood dripped onto her shoulder and down her neck. Blossom stood up and wobbled for a moment before she fell down onto her knees. "Get up." he said, his voice full of venom. Blossom tried again, with similar results.

Brick tossed her into another building and she went through it. Blossom coughed and Brick saw her staring next to him.

"Look at me when I'm fighting you." Brick hissed. Her gaze shifted to a point above him. "At me you idiot!" he yelled. She looked at his head, only it looked like she was looking through him. Then the thought hit him. "Can you even see?" he asked.

She shook her head slowly.

"Geez." Brick said. Blossom could almost hear him smirking. "When my brothers and I cut the brakes on that hovercraft, I didn't think the effects would be that nasty." He said loud enough so that the other four super-powered kids could hear.

Blossom froze. "You did that?" she hollered, almost immediately regretting it. She put a hand up against her bleeding head. Her pink eyes blazed with anger and she lunged at him, listening for his breathing and the beating of his heart.

Back with the other two siblings, Buttercup set Bubbles down and she propped herself up against a building. Without warning, Butch launched himself at her, and all of his punches found their way to Buttercup's gut. Buttercup lashed out with her legs, kicking him repeatedly. Butch grabbed one of her legs as she was about to land her tenth kick, and threw her against the ground. Buttercup retaliated almost immediately and kicked him in the head.

"What? No punches today?" Butch asked, shaking his head.

Buttercup growled and went to kick him again. Butch dodged out of the way and grabbed her arms, making her let out a guttural scream. He swung her around and threw her into a parked car. After a few seconds, Buttercup stood back up, her arms hung limply at her sides.

Butch stared at her limp arms. "They're broken, aren't they?" he asks.

"Shattered." Buttercup replied simply. She jumped at him and sent a flurry of kicks his way.

Boomer looked at Bubbles, who was leaning up against the wall, looking like she was in unspeakable pain. She looked up at him for a moment before closing her eyes.

"Get up." he said obnoxiously. "I'm not gonna fight someone who's sitting against a building."

Bubbles leaned over and lay down on her side, then rolled over onto her stomach. She put her hands in front of her and pushed herself upward. Bubbles used the wall to push herself up, and grabbed a bar over her head. Soon she was dangling from the bar, her feet a few inches above the ground.

"Get down from there." Boomer yelled. He grabbed one of her legs and pulled her down. She cried out as she hit the ground. "Why aren't you fighting?" he asked, annoyed.

Bubbles looked down at her legs. She dragged herself a few feet away from the RowdyRuff Boy.

"You can't walk, can you?" Boomer said. Bubbles shook her head and he shrugged. "Makes things easier for me to fulfill my purpose." he stated.

After a few minutes of the boys attacking the girls, and the girls doing their best to fight back and overpower them, the girls were soon laying down side by side, bloody, scratched and utterly beaten.

Each girl looked up at the sky and thought the same thing. I failed.

Then the three of them lost consciousness, and the RowdyRuff Boys flew away.

Seven Days Later

Blossom woke up to a bright ceiling light. She found her sisters waking up next to her – wait. Blossom blinked and looked around the room, and realized quickly that she could see again! She sat up and saw the Professor, her father, walking over towards them.

"Dad . . . where's Mom?" Bubbles asked.

Their father suddenly looked like his world was taken from him. "She . . . Girls, your mother . . ."

Bubbles burst into tears. Buttercup turned away, to hide the tears everyone knew she was crying. Blossom stared blankly at a wall as tears ran down her face. After a few minutes of grieving, Bubbles looked down at her legs.

"Wh-What happened to me?" she stuttered.

Buttercup looked at her arms and cried out.

Blossom looked in the mirror and gasped.

Bubbles's legs, Buttercup's arms, and a portion of Blossom's head, were made out of metal. "We're cyborgs." they all whispered.

Two Years Later

Three eight-year old girls sat in the center of a dimly lit room, with three beds and dressers, one against it's own wall.

"I can't believe we're real special agents for the Association now!" the blonde, the youngest, squealed. Her legs were made of titanium and wires and the metal started at her mid-thigh. The black-haired middle child, had arms not unlike her sister's leg, and the metal started three quarters up her upper arm. The eldest, a redhead, had a portion of her skull replaced with the same metal used to make her sisters' respective arms and legs. The metal was hidden by her long red hair, which was tied up with a bright red bow.

"Can't we just shorten it to spies, Bubbles?" the black-haired one grumbled. "That is what we are."

"They mean the exact same thing, Buttercup." the eldest sister replied. "And we're gonna be the best spies this place has ever seen. The villains are gonna pay for thinking our death meant they could rein supreme."

"Blossom, is it true we're gonna be in our own little group?" Bubbles asked.

"Yeah." Blossom answered, excited. "They're gonna call us the Myth Squad."

"What are our agent names?" Buttercup asked, interested and eager to kick some butt.

"Bubbles is Agent Hydra," The redhead pointed to her blonde sister. "you're Agent Gorgon," She pointed to the green-eyed sibling. "and I'm Agent Phoenix."

"Awesome!" Bubbles squealed, floating a few feet off the ground in a sitting position before she reconnected with the floor with her sisters. "Let's make an oath!"

"An oath?" Buttercup asked. "Why?"

"To symbolize our team and sisterhood, and because it'll be lots of fun!" she replied quickly.

"Let's use details of our agent namesakes for lines of the oath." Blossom said.

"Alright, I'll go first." Bubbles said eagerly. "Never let your foes know which head to cut off!"

Buttercup paused for a moment before speaking. "Freeze your enemies in the coldest of stone."

Blossom smiled as she gave the oath a new line. "Burn your nemesis until it is nothing more than a pile of ashes."

"Swim free." Bubbles said.

"Run free." Buttercup added.

"Fly free." Blossom stated.

"And never let anyone catch you." they chorused.

I've been dying to write this! Although, if anyone reading this read the sneak-peek I wrote in my previous story, things are gonna be a little different in the real version.