Everyone at the church looked very, very blue and down. They were all wearing black, even Ms. Bellum, which was a rare thing to see. Everyone, and I mean every single one, of the citizens of Townsville came to the funeral. They wept terribly as three coffins made out of the finest oak were brought out to the altar. As the lid opened, there revealed the three little girls Townsville have come to love so much.
Yes, it was the Powerpuff Girls, dressed in their finest dresses donated by a boutique shop. At first Professor Utonium offered to pay for those clothes but the shopkeeper refused to accept any money or even reap any benefit from the Professor’s loss. The only thing she wanted was to let the girls look their best even at their death. The girls were really beautiful even though they were deceased. They were, of course, dressed in their favourite colours: Blossom a red dress with pink laces and embroidered light pink flowers on it, Bubbles a blue dress with light blue laces and embroidered dark blue flowers with her faithful doll Octi in her arms and Buttercup a green dress with light green laces and embroidered dark green leaves on it.
The priest came and gave his service of prayers and also his blessings that the Powerpuff Girls would be in a better place. Well, of course they would be in a better place; they’re the superheroes who had done so much good to the world! Why wouldn’t they be in a better place? After his prayers and blessings, everyone went up to the coffins to pay their last respects. Professor Utonium started the march. He stood there staring at the girls he had created for the past few years. He couldn’t help thinking back that fateful day when his ex-lab assistant Jojo pushed his hand which caused him to spill the Chemical X into the batch of perfect little girls’ concoction and the birth of the girls after that explosion.
The girls looked so peaceful, as if they were only sleeping. He found it hard to believe that the doctors—including himself—diagnosed that the girls’ cause of death was fatigue and heart failure. How could this be? The girls have been fighting crimes for their whole life and they always return without a single scratch. Then something logical struck him. Maybe it was the overload work that had gotten them. How could he not see that all the tiring work of fighting the bad guys and busting crime was actually wearing them down? When they learnt about the fact that Mojo Jojo was also a part of creating them, it was the last straw. That really pressured them bad. That has to it. Professor Utonium finally couldn’t hold his tears any longer. The Mayor and Ms. Bellum had to guide him away from the coffins and sit him down.
After the citizens of Townsville paid their last respects, the coffins were carried to the cemetery just a few blocks away from the church. The citizens of Townsville followed behind. A few feet away from them, the villains who were beaten often by the girls were actually following behind the citizens of Townsville, well, at a reasonable distance, of course. They actually didn’t want to stir anything up for today. Just for today.
“Gee, things are really gonna be different without the girls,” one of the Gangreen Gang said.
“Well, look at the bright side,” Princess said, “at least we can do crime whenever we want without getting caught.”
“Yeah, but…it ain’t gonna be the same without the girls,” Fuzzy Lumpkins replied. “I mean, if ya gonna make crime, I often reckon that the Powerpuff Girls are gonna show up and beat the bloomin’ lights out of ya.”
“Uuuuuuuuhhhhh…” the Amoeba Boys tried to say something, and it took them all the way to the cemetery to say, “The only excitement we’ll ever get…from doing crime…is being captured by the Powerpuff Girls.”
The villains were surprised to find out that the Amoeba Boys were actually making sense.
At the cemetery, everyone gathered around the grave dug for the girls’ coffins to be put in. again, the priest gave his blessings and prayers before signaling the caretakers to lower the coffins into the grave. One by one the citizens of Townsville threw in their roses onto the girls’ coffins before the gravediggers started burying the coffins. Professor Utonium was almost in the verge of running up to the graves and break down but he was held firmly back by a few strong men. Ms. Bellum, The Mayor and the girls’ teacher (I can’t seem to remember her name) tried to coax him and calm him down. It was just too much. To lose one Powerpuff Girl was bad, but to lose all three of them were worse. This was just too much for him.
After the service, everyone gathered at The Mayor’s house to have the funeral tea. The Mayor suggested it to be in his house because of the lack of space in the Professor’s home and that he had an important announcement to make to the citizens of Townsville. He announced that he declare this day as The Mourning Day for The Powerpuff Girls and pay tribute to the great things that the girls have done to their city. The villains also attended the tea but at a safe distance away from the Townsville people. Mojo Jojo, who couldn’t help feeling weird, whispered to his fellow villains:
“Where is the big boss Him?”
The Powerpuff Girls finally got out of their trances. It has been a long, long while since they could actually feel anything. Their senses have been numb for goodness-knows-how-long, they almost forgot how to talk.
“Gee, that was a long spell,” Blossom finally found her voice. “Wonder how long have we been out cold?”
“Are we dead already?” Buttercup asked, looking around in the dark space they were hovering in.
“Are we there in heaven yet?” Bubbles asked, cowering between her sisters.
All of a sudden, chains came out from everywhere out of the blue, circling the girls. Huge, heavy clasps on the end of the chains opened up like large snake fangs and snapped themselves firmly on the girls’ necks, wrists, ankles and waists. The rest of the chains wrapped around the girls even tighter, making them motionless and unable to break free. The girls were really taken by surprise. They yelled and shrieked like heck. Try as they might, somehow the chains were seriously unbreakable and they were rooted to the spot, defenseless and helpless.
“Ooh, don’t look so tough now that you’re bound like that, aren’t you?”
The girls’ eyes shot open. That voice was way too familiar than words can say. They’d recognized it even if they haven’t heard it for a century. They shouted out the name simultaneously.
“HIM!!!”
“That’s right, girls,” Him slowly appeared into view, carrying a candelabra with him. The red, ever familiar Him grinned from ear to ear in triumph as he watched the Powerpuff Girls struggle in vain at the tight, hard solid chains.
“What are you doing in the afterworld?! I never heard any news about your death!” Buttercup yelled as she tried to unwind the chains that bound uncomfortably tight on her wrists.
“Of course you haven’t,” Him replied in a sarcastically cute tone. “That’s because I never was dead! You girls, on the other hand, are pretty much afterlife now!”
“That’s…That’s impossible! You have to be dead to come here!” Blossom said angrily.
“That’s right! You have to be dead in order to go to heaven!” Bubbles chided. “You don’t even deserve heaven!”
“Who said anything about being in heaven?” Him asked. “What makes you think that you are anywhere near heaven or hell, girls?”
“What…What do you mean…?” Blossom asked, confused.
Slowly, Him morphed into Death the girls have encounter before. He elaborately materialized a scythe in his hand and billows of dark smoke gathered around him, forming the dark cloak and robes that were unmistakably familiar to them. Him took out the large black book and made another sarcastically cute tone and said, “Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup. Cause of death is severe fatigue and heart failure. Hah! This kind of death is too easy for the likes of you girls!!”
“Wha…?” the girls were too shocked for words. They found it hard to believe that Death that had followed them around telling them that their death is near and Death that had swung the scythe across their bodies and taking away their soul was Him all along! And they thought Him had been away! They had no idea that Him was with them, right under their noses all along! As if answering their questions and surprises, Him snickered.
“That’s right, girls. You had no idea that the Messenger of Death was me all along! How puny and innocent can you girls get?! You must be wondering how I ever pulled this one out, don’t you? Well, girls, you see, before I became who I am now, my mother made a small pack with the real Messenger of Death and told him that if I were ever to be granted immortality, good looks and strong powers exceeding those other villains, I will have to do my share of the job of announcing people’s death and taking away their souls. Therefore, the Messenger of Death granted me the power to shape-shift from my beautiful self and the dead look on and off the job.
“Oh, it was convenient and lovely to be having this sort of power. Many times I wanted to use this power on you, but to just kill you wasn’t my style. Like I said, just death is too easy for the likes of you. So I have spent days and days trying to create this dark, endless dimension just for you. It’s really comfy and nice if you get used to it, and there is practically no way out! Your souls are trapped here forever and I will torture you whenever I please!”
The girls were horrified. They found it hard to believe that they were now in the mercy of Townsville’s most dangerous, most lethal and most powerful villain: Him! Him raised the scythe and slashed it onto the girls’ bodies. They screamed in agony as their body squirted out blood. Within seconds, the wound healed. Him was unperturbed. He slashed them again and again, and the girls felt the pain again and again, getting worse at each stroke. A new slash was included with a fresh new pain, and it felt really, really horrible. Him let out a menacing laugh as he slashed them continuously, practically enjoying the screams and wails of the girls that echoed throughout the dark oblivion. When they fainted out of the pain, Him used his power to send showers of cold water on them to wake them up, only to slash them again and laugh as he heard fresh new screams ringing like music to his ears.
Nothing felt worse than this.
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