The Fan

A/N: I'm baaaaaaack! Sorry about the long wait but you know how school is. Here's the next chapter and um...you may wanna put the kiddies to bed. This is definitely for mature audiences . Th. Thanks to all those who've reviewed so far. Enjoy.



It was a little after dinner when Buttercup came across the package that had been slipped through the mail slot of their front door. Utonium was hard at work in his lab while Blossom opted to study in her room to take her mind off things. Bubbles had recovered some since the Edward's family murder. Atleast she wasn't still in bed, crying her guts out. Instead the blonde Powerpuff had joined their father in the lab. Buttercup never considered Bubbles the scientific type. A quick x-ray vision told Buttercup that there was nothing dangerous hidden inside the package so she tore it open, retrieving the videotape ins


"It's addressed to us," she examined the tape. "But doesn't say who it's from. Maybe I shouldn't play this." That was funny, considering that in nanoseconds she found herself shoving the thing into the living room VCR. She took a seat on the couch, her thumb resting above the play button on the remote. All kinds of alarms were blaring in her head, telling her to NOT press that button.

*Click*

Buttercup's eyes went wide at the scene before her. The remote slipped out of her hand without her even realizing it.

"Remember what I said. Cooperate and you'll be fine," that voice was coming from whoever was taping this. The only person Buttercup could see was a girl named Jill Anderson, a friend from school. Her hands were behind her back, her legs spread apart, and a blindfold ringring her eyes.

There was no question as to who the creator of this little show was. Somewhere in the pit of Buttercup's stomach she knew that it was the same nut who slaughtered Susy and her parents.

Jill's feeble sobs were on deaf ears as....black claws? Yes, inhumanly long black talons ripped the front of Jill's blouse open, revealing her breasts that were snuggled securely in a white bra. Buttercup found herself remembering being in the showers at school after gym. She remembered Jill had been in the stall next to her. Buttercup had been a little jealous of the girl. Jill had large supple breasts and it made Buttercup feel a little..well...insecure. Despite what some people believed Buttercup cared about her appearance. Jill's soft cries snapped Buttercup out of her reverie, turning her attention back to the screen. The camera had panned on Jill's lower region where the faceless man had hiked up her skirt and was exploring her sacred canal with two talons, pushing them in deep and twisting, eliciting a strange sob-groan sound from the girl's throat. The sicko removed his invading digits which were now slick with sticky juices that had no doubt come from Jill's forced arousal. Shuffling could be heard as the cameraman scuffled closer to Jill. The camera zoomed in on her face, and for what seemed like an eternity of terrifying silence before Jill let out a scream.

Buttercup desperately wanted to turn away from the screen. No matter how hard she tried Buttercup couldn't tear her sight away. It was like driving past a horrible car wreck. You knew you shouldn't look but something deep inside forces your head to turn and behold the gruesome destruction. Her eyes were glued to Jill's face that was red with humiliation or pleasure, or perhaps both. The camera zoomed out enough to show Jill's ample bosom bouncing with each hard thrust.

"Take it, bitch!" The man holding the camera shouted. Each push into Jill caused her to cry out. "Take it all!"

"Please...please stop..." Jill's pleas went on deaf ears. "No...no...stop...stop...please!" She shook her head vigorously in an attempt to rid herself of the feelings burning inside her. It was fairly obvious that her body was beginning to betray her.

Mercifully the sickening act came to an end with the psycho grunting in completion, causing Jill to scream one last time and shudder as his invading member plunged deeper into her than before. The man, Buttercup wasn't even sure if she could call this monster a man, maneuvered away from Jill, zooming out so that Buttercup could get a good view of the damage done. Buttercup thought sas gas going to spill dinner all over the carpet when she caught sight of the blood that coated Jill's mound. So she's a virgin..or was a virgin.

"I hoped you like my show, girls," the man replied, his appearance still hidden by the camera. "You know this is all your fault. Another innocent victim. Your supposed to be superheroes yet you can't even protect your own friends. Who'll be next? The Mayor? Your....father? Time will tell. Sleep well until then." With that said the screen went black, leaving an enraged Buttercup.

The gall of this man to put the blame of all this on her and her sisters! Buttercup would not allow another person to fall prey to this maniac. She was going to finish this once and for all....




Professor Utonium walked into his room, yawning after a hard day's work. Turning on the lamp on his night-stand Utonium noticed a videotape with a letter attached. He arched an eyebrow in curiosity as he picked up the letter, reading it.


Dad,

By the time you read this letter I won't be here. I can't sit here while this sicko goes after our friends. Please don't worry. I'll be all right. I won't be back till I nab this bastard.

Love,
Buttercup


PS: Don't let Bubbles see this tape.



A/N: Uh oh. Sister's going it alone. Is that a wise decision?