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Megaville, Industrial District 18:00 hours:
A quiet evening settles across the factories. Such peace can't stay in Megaville, as in the morning, the workers will begin the loud machines and the day will start. But today's peace will end early.
Bubbles flies through a wall, smoldering from a laser blast. Samantha throws out a slightly maniacal cackle. Her machine is working fast, efficiently, and perfectly. No Buttercup, no Blossom, and no fight. She continues to laugh, when suddenly, out of nowhere, Blossom kicks her in the face, blood and tooth flying out onto the dark, cold pavement. Buttercup is helping Bubbles out when Samantha's machine counterattacks with a devastating beam of pure helium plasma. The green tinted beam burns a lock of Buttercup's hair. The smell of burned flesh and ozone fills the air. Buttercup looks down to see her sister's leg burned and twisted, directly hit with the splash of plasma.
Suddenly, everything stops, and everything, except the Power Puff Girls, are somehow, inverted. A man appears, somewhat trendy in a business coat, with only one problem, he has no visible face. The Power Puff Girls, unable to move, can do nothing as the stranger walks up to them, looks them in the face, and guffaws. Buttercup growls, Bubbles cries, and Blossom scowls. The stranger takes a step back, straightens his tie, and disappears.
Suddenly, the entire world around the Power Puff Girls seems to stretch, pull, and disappear. The Power Puff Girls are stuck in a purgative state as another world forms around them, one molecule at a time. They have entered an entire new universe.
Blossom immediately notices the sudden change in scenery. The factories that once stood triumphantly are now rubble on the ground. She hears a scream, which apparently originated from Bubbles. A second later, Blossom sees the reason of the cry. Three heads, one with red hair, one with blonde hair, one with black hair, on what appears to be pikes, each with a sign under them. The signs have blood-written letters which say "These opposed the rule of the Drak'nala'tha" They have entered the dominion of the Draknal.
The laugh of the man echos in their heads, deep and maniacal.
Bubbles: Whe- where are w- we?
Blossom: I don't know…
Buttercup: Hey, Bubbles, check your leg!
Blossom: Don't scare he– whoa!
Slowly, Bubbles peers at her leg.
The once twisted, deformed monstrosity of flesh is now the soft, clean twig it once was. Her leg was healed.
Blossom: K, first we meet that one guy, then we find our own heads on pikes, and, now, Bubble's leg is mysteriously healed. Can we say we are not home?
A man, more so teenager with a flash light walks up, looks at the girls and says
???: Wha- who are you?! No, you died, I held your hand…
Buttercup: Hey, who are you, and how do you know us?
Blossom [simultaneously]: That would explain our heads… Tell us, where are we?
???: To answer your first question, Buttercup, I'm Nicholai. Why, you out of all people, don't remember me? To answer your second question, I'm Nicholai. And to answer your third question, you are in the Work Section of the City of Draknal, or, more commonly known, the Slaughterhouse.
The girls follow this man for a while, asking him repeating questions, which he always answers with the same answer he gave before. Finally, Blossom asks a question which Nicholai answers fully.
Blossom: Who are you? What is your full name, maybe we know you by a nickname.
Nicholai: Well, Buttercup has been known to call me some pretty… erotic names from time to time. My full name is Nicholai Mikhail Khrushchevek X, ID Number 55623-78231-11770. I currently work in the Commercial Section, a historian, specifically the Chief Director of the Rebellion Conflict, only chosen because of my close relationship to the leaders, you. Or, more so, former leaders. You were lucky to have death so soon. I don't know where Dexter is, Jack's still being tortured, and Bell, well, you don't want to know.
Just as they are passing a large building that has many spires, they pass a naked woman, hung by the feet, backwards, shaven clean, and scarred.
Nicholai: Well, there's Bell. Arrested for treason against the Drak'nala'tha. Robbery, murder, et-cetera, et-cetera. Punishment? Two units of torture, then hung naked, in public. Almost everyone works in the Naelek. So they hang her right in front of the main entrance, not to mention the only entrance. Beautiful.
Buttercup: Ey, I remember you mentioning that it was weird that I didn't
remember you. You also said that I called you erotic names. What the hell does that mean, pervert?
Nicholai: You really don't remember, do you sweetie?
Buttercup: Ey, shut the @#$% up.
Nicholai: … I liked you before you died.
After a few minutes after walking past the Naelek, they arrived at a wall.
Buttercup: You led us all that way to… to a WALL?!
Nicholai: You need to shut up. Man, you really changed.
Nicholai sighs again. He walks up to the wall and whispers
Nicholai: Ketil, you there?
???: Yea, yea, wait a second.
Slowly, and quietly the wall creeps back to some unknown hole.
Nicholai: Well, girls, welcome home.
Last edited by CarrionMan
on Tue Apr 18, 2006 7:12 pm, edited 1 time in total.