The Fan

Exquisite. That's what they are. A work of genius, painstakingly created with love. They soar through the sky, leaving streaks of red, blue, and green. Ever since they first appeared and saved Townsville from Mojo Jojo I've found myself drawn to them, like a moth to a flame. It wasn't long before items were made to glorify them. Toys, video games, board games, clothing, and other various things. I took much pride in collecting them all. I kept every newspaper article, every magazine cover, and taped as many news coverages as possible. It was only a matter of time before admiration became love. I loved them, still do infact.

Then a problem arose. I'd collected everything there was to collect. This couldn't be! How was I suppose to feel closer to the girls if I couldn't find anything with their darling faces on it? Then a marvelous idea came to mind. If I couldn't collect anymore Powerpuff Girl paraphernalia then I'd collect the Pwerpuff Girls themselves. It was a success! I'd trapped them in those large toy boxes of mine, forever mine! Mine! MINE! Then I lost them, and I was locked away in the dark. Locked away....locked away....locked away for a very long time.

I never forgot them though. Blossom's silken locks and cunning, Buttercup's stubborness and strength, and Bubble's laughter and naivety. It was all I had to keep my....my...my....sanity. I'd picture their glowing faces, so full of life and innocence. Those frail bodies that looked as fragile as porcelain but filled with so much power. How I'd give anything to touch those bodies, caress every crevice, every curve, and run my tongue down their smooth, milky skin. I wonder how they taste? Their passion I mean. I wonder if they all taste the same because their sisters, or maybe they each have their own different flavor. Yes, that's what i think. Blossom probably tastes like fresh strawberries. I bet Buttercup tastes like juicy green apples, and little Bubbles like the sweetest honey. Wait....wait.....wait....I shouldn't be talking like this. They let me out into the light today, and it would be rude to be caught in the throes of self-pleasure. Must be patient, yes...patient...yes...... Once I get into the light then I can set my plan into motion. I've had ten years to plan you know. Ten years in the darkness to think about what I would do when I got to meet my girls. I'm so excited!

They've come for me, opened my cage. They walk me down a long hall. I can see the light peeking through the tiny window of the steel door. A simple t-shirt, old blue jeans, and dirty tennis shoes is all I own, things given to me by the kind people at Townsville Prison. The guards say their goodbyes and wish me luck as the door opened, and the light rushed in like a tidal wave. The warmth is a welcomed replacement to the cold loneliness of a cell. I've forgotten how it feels to smell the fresh crisp air, not that stale metallic air in the prison.

Free. I let the word roll of my tongue "Freeeeeeee." such a lovely word. Free to see my girls. Wouldn't they be surprised to see me? My girls have grown so much. It's been ten years after all. I clean my glasses with a rag I carry every where I go then climb into the cab awaiting me, ready to take me to my new home. It was nice of them to get a place for me. I smile and lean back in the seat, savoring the plush, soft cushions.

I wonder if they remember me. It won't matter. They'll meet me soon enough. They'll be mine agian. All mine.....mine.....mine......mine. I'm their biggest fan you know.


A/N: Well isn't this disturbing? How did you like this little prologue? Review and tell me what you think.