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Prologue

"Evil is just a point of view." –Anne Rice

-Unknown POV, two years prior-

Two teenagers sat on a spread picnic blanket.

The boy had red hair, a kind of grungy looking rusty red, unkempt in that sort of bed-headed style that was so popular with the human women. He was tall, peculiarly built, and seemed surprisingly more capable than a boy his age should be. The girl was a petite little thing, small boned and small faced, with winding coppery red hair all the way down her back. Despite her delicate appearance, though, she had a sort of aura of power surrounding her, and there was such strength and fire sweltering off of her that it put a familiar mix of disdain and a sickening pang of inferiority in my stomach.

I hated them. I loathed them. I despised them. It took everything in me not to leap down from my tree and strangle the living breath out of them—watch the life slowly leak from their unusual colored eyes.

Those two were the reason I had been forced out of my home. The reason I was forced to walk the streets, not as a renowned super villain, but as an animal, a starving animal with no purpose but to sleep and find food and poop.

They ruined me.

The Powerpuff girl I had always hated. Her and her nauseating sisters were the bane of my fucking existence. Their whole life so far, I'd tried to get rid of them. I tried everything I could think of to kill them. Poisoning them with Antidote X, shooting at them with bullets, lasers, fire, even attempting to destroy their very foundation, their creator—Professor. Yet, even as mere children, they made a fool out of me—shamed me and beat me to my core, threw me into prison countless times. Never in my life had I known true hatred until they had come into my life.

But the Rowdyruff. That Rowdyruff.

I created him. He was my creation. He and his brothers I created to destroy those eyesores, those repulsive creatures. The moment they were born, that's what they knew they were supposed to do. I made them pure evil, made their souls ache for bloodshed and violence. That's what they were made for.

I admit that I sometimes felt a fondness for them. I wouldn't call it love necessarily; I wouldn't think myself capable of that feeling. But sometimes I would look at them and feel proud. I'd look at them and feel proud of the monsters I'd created, feel proud knowing that they were mine and Him's for the taking, and they would have to do whatever I said, whenever I said it, and they would have no choice.

But something happened. They grew up. And I started to notice more and more that they would defy me. They would ignore my orders entirely, do whatever they wanted instead. And it wasn't until that fateful day in Citiesville when they abandoned me for good that I realized how far it had gone.

I was shocked, absolutely flabbergasted at what they were trying to do. I tried everything to get them to stay. I begged them. I threatened them and cursed them. But nothing worked. They didn't listen to a word I said.

And it was then that I realized that they weren't mine anymore, I had power over them no longer. So, I had no choice but to leave them alone. Never had I ever felt so powerless.

Months later, I received a message from Him. I hadn't heard from him in a long time—long had our one-time alliance in raising the Rowdyruffs had been over. Just as most of the other villains in the area, he had eventually begun to ignore me. As far as they were all concerned, I wasn't a villain anymore. Gone were my days of brilliant schemes and respectable efforts at killing the heroines that shall not be named. As far as they were concerned, I was past my prime. I was just a has-been old chimp with an overabundant intelligence level and a conceit that eventually caught up with me.

But when Him sent me that message, and a brief one at that, it made me forget all about earning my fellow villains' respect again. It was something so massive, so mandatory, that Him had forgotten all about that too. His message read, simply, 'The boys are in love with them.'

I was so livid, all I could do was stare at those words as my hands trembled uncontrollably.

My vision of my perfect creations was forever soiled.

My Creations had betrayed me. Stabbed me in the back, shamed me in the worst way. They had abandoned me. And those wretched Powerpuffs were the reasons why they did. And did they leave me for those super-powered little brats because they wanted to obliterate them themselves? No. Not to destroy them, like I'd originally thought. No. It was because they were in love with them.

The very thing they were created to destroy. The bane of my very existence.

I didn't know why they were doing this to me. Maybe it was to shame me, to sting me directly in the festering wound.

One other probable reason, which was less of a possibility, was that they really did have romantic feelings for them. That one I could hardly stand to think about without my face draining. I'd like to think that I made my Creations better than that, that they really were evil and that they were just doing this to spite me, or to make a point. That I could better handle, or even want.

Either way, I couldn't let it continue. It simply would not do.

I silently climbed one limb up in my pine tree as the boy looked up suddenly, hearing it when a small twig I leaned against snapped off and tumbled to the ground.

The girl touched his shoulder. "You okay?"

He continued looking around for a moment, and just as he almost looked directly where I was, he turned back around to face her. "Didn't you hear that?"

"Yeah," she said, giving him a funny look. "But it was probably just an animal. We are in the woods, you know."

That seemed to sober him a little. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right."

She nudged him now, a little flirtatious touch that made me sick. "Why, haven't you been camping out here before?" She teased. "Are you scared?"

The boy laughed briefly before nudging her back. "Shut up." He grabbed her hand as she shoved back and held it in both of his. He gazed at her. "Hey, Bloss?"

"Hmm?" She was flushed a light pink.

He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. "I love you." He leaned closer to her, and his face held this strange sort of grin, one that almost made him completely unrecognizable to me. I didn't create him to smile. How did he learn to do that? He closed the space between them and locked his lips with hers in a brief kiss. I bit my tongue so that I wouldn't curse aloud.

When they broke apart, the girl looked at him with such adoration, such fondness, that it took everything inside me not to scream in fury. She bit her lip and ran a thumb over one of his hands. "I love you."

They kissed again and I retched, and I had to look away this time, or I was sure I'd throw up. It was disturbing. It was wrong, seeing them together like that. So wrong. It was like seeing a beached whale in the middle of a busy downtown intersection. It was against nature, was something that just shouldn't happen.

My overgrown claws gripped the tree trunk and dug into the bark, and it began to rip off in chunks. I tore my hands away from the trunk before I could split it in half in my rage.

No, this would not do. Not at all.

They would pay for this, for what they did to me. All of them.

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