Endless Possibilities

Endless Possibilities

The Madness of Mojo Jojo Pt. 1

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The air was a cacophony of whirring rudders, bubbling liquids, and beeping machines. The lights were intense, but low, barely lighting the chilling jungle of metal. In a short span of time, the once meticulous and clean laboratory had become a junk yard, all piling toward a single goal. At the center of the room, a glass tube rose up, filled completely with orange liquid. Encased in the tube, a little girl floated, breathing through a tube, needles piecing her bare arms, legs, and chest.

“Everything is in place...yes where it should be, connected, ready...it is time to begin...” Mojo looked up at her, resting his hand against the glass. His greatest nemesis. Submerged entirely in Antidote-X, she was ready, prepped for the necessary...evils she'd have to endure for his genius. She could handle it...she could handle anything.

“Yes...absolutely, nothing can break you...no one can break you...you are mighty, powerful, invincible...” Mojo smiled softly. With a chuckle, he spun around and started up the machines connected to Blossom. She was powerful...that was the very first thing he'd noticed about them. About her specifically. Even if she'd been only a small child, lost in the rain, she had been strong. They had needed her strength. He...had needed her strength. Mojo pulled a lever, watching with a dangerous glint in his eyes. She jerked violently, tugging weakly at the cords stuck in her body.

“You were instrumental in my first plan...my very first bid for world domination...my initial strike against the human race..” Her strength had helped build his laboratory. Without that godlike power, perhaps none of his schemes, his plans...his very identity would have come to fruition. Mojo Jojo turned his attention to the console, knocking away the loose parts and screws. He pushed a button and Blossom arched her back, screaming into her air mask. Black liquid began to pump through the tubes connected to her body, pouring through a filter and collecting in a massive metal structure in the back.

“Yes, real...true Chemical X...yes this is the final ingredient...that will sow your destruction, my Blossom...” The simian scientist stalked up to the glass tube, pressing his hands against the case. She relaxed, going limp and hanging helplessly as the machine clicked off and the suction stopped. Mojo chuckled and walked back through the laboratory, grabbing some tools as he went. He sat down next to the metal structure hidden in the shadows. He flipped open the side, examining the circuit board and looking over the multitude of consoles connected to it.

“From that day, you have proven an irremovable thorn in my side, a pain, a stitch, a parasite that will never leave me...” He sighed, sweat pouring down his face. He wiped his damp fur, but to no avail. He narrowed his pink eyes and shook his head. Mojo set out, pumping more effort into his machine. It was still a ways from completion; without the most vital, most important, most powerful component he had been unable to complete it. Now...that component was in his grasp. Mojo slowly turned away from his machine, staring at his captive.

Everything was a blur around me...it felt like I was covered in jelly, drowning with no way to come up for air. I tried moving, but my body felt so weak...so tired...so powerless. I couldn't even open my eyes, and I...I was afraid.

Where was I? What had happened? I remembered...I spoke with Aku. He ran from me just as I was...as I was about to tell him that he was my special person. Before I could...return the favor. I could still hear the sound, glass breaking? I turned and everything began to get fuzzy. The only thing I could remember clearly was...eyes. Eyes watching me, coming closer. Then everything went to black.

My powers were very faint, very far away. So far that I couldn't...I wasn't even sure they were there anymore. I was terrified...so scared. All my life, I had felt an invisible hand pressing down on me. But I had...I'd always been able to fight back but not now. No, not now...now the hand was completely crushing me. My worst fears had finally come true. I was...helpless. Worse, I didn't even know what had happened to me or where I was.

Was...whoever did this...was he going to hurt me? Wh...what did he have planned? I couldn't move very well, I wasn't totally awake, but I did know that I was naked. As frightened as I was, my heart wasn't pounding. In fact, it felt like it was barely beating at all. Locked in slow motion with the rest of my limited world. So many questions...so much...oh...oh no! What is that?!

AHHHHHH! I tried to scream, but something covered my mouth, holding it back. I tried to tear away from the pain, but my movement was sluggish and futile. I had no idea what he was doing to me, but it felt like something was trying to suck my bones out of my body. I was on fire, with no way to escape. The darkness I seemed to be trapped in grew thicker and heavier, my own mental screaming was fading out.

The pain cut off abruptly, and I fell back limply, hanging suspended in...whatever it was I had been imprisoned. I felt everything begin to slip away...I was so tired...hurting so bad...who had kidnapped me? Who...was doing this to me and why? Even...even if these questions were more important...I remembered how it felt. His hand touching my face so gently...so...why...did he run away? Why did he leave me?

Aku where are you? Did...I do something wrong? Please tell me...whisper to me before...before I...before I f...

She was asleep again, he reasoned. Mojo observed her more closely, noticing that she was more limp than before. He scurried over to the machine, checking her vitals. She was running on the lower end, but it was still within safe levels. Mojo smiled and patted the capsule once more.

“Your pain shall not be in vain. You shall be vindicated, absolved, validated through my victory. It is my triumph that shall justify this treatment, and this treatment shall be justified by my victory!” Mojo chuckled and sat back in a recliner, set up in the middle of the machinery. It was as out of place as the puff herself.

Mojo kicked off his boots and yawned, stretching his arms and bringing up the footstool. He smiled and turned his attention to the side, to a record player. He set the needle on the record and laid back, closing his eyes. The scratchy sound of the record filled the dim laboratory.

~I don't want to set the world on fire,

I just want to start a flame in your heart~

In the background, a shelf toppled over, knocking into an old machine and sending it crashing to the floor. Smoke trailed around the metal creation Mojo's attentions had previously been focused on. A monitor, previously his most used for spying in town and watching old footage, began to sizzle. An image of Aku, standing victorious over the Powerpuff Girls, flickered into view. The screen flashed and exploded, showering sparks across the room. Mojo opened his eyes and smiled, rocking gently.

She was a powerful creature...practically invincible. To have her completely powerless in his grasp, it was a dream come true. A fantasy he had only scarcely imagined possible. But now here she was, all of her awesome power at his mercy. She, the perfect little girl, was in his grasp.

“I must rest now, relax, prepare myself for the coming night...” Mojo yawned and snatched the alarm click sitting next to his record player. He set it for just ten minutes later, and dropped it, letting it clatter on the floor next to him. His attention, once again, fell upon his captive. His trophy. His nemesis...his equal.

She exceeded him in power...there was no doubt. Mojo swallowed, his eyes tracing her entire body. She was, possibly, the most powerful creature ever born. Made by a man to right the wrongs of the world. Made by man to save the world. The most powerful creature ever born, made by man. Powerpuff Girl, Blossom...deus ex machina. God from the machine. By her, he noted with a dark grin, the world would be saved...it would be saved indeed. Mojo closed his eyes, and drifted off to a brief sleep.