(Authors note: hey guys I decided to make a chapter story I hope you guys like it because I certainly do, well enjoy

disclaimer: I don't own the PPGS, but I do own the witch!

It was dark, thunder rolled, and lightning crashed rain drops fell on the dark cracked streets, sidewalks, and parking lots. One street light flickered over a empty lot until a flash of lightning shut it off completely. Our story starts in a small burger shop just beyond the flickering light. In side fly's droned lazily around the flickering florescent light. While a young girl with black hair and burning neon green eyes, called a costumers orders monotonously over the kitchen counter.

"...And a large soda with curly fries extra cheese." she read off her note book. Ten minutes later a bag with the order slipped over the counter. The young girl took it and handed it to the over weight women on the other side of the registers counter.

"That'll be ten dollars and seventy five cents" she said even more dully then before. The women handed her the money took the bag and left leaving behind the nothing but the clinking sound of the bell, even that was dull. The black haired beauty sighed and locked the counter taking off her apron she called.

"Well, guess I'll go want me to close the door behind me, John?" she waited for an answer after a couple of banging sounds an mid thirty year old man popped his head out the kitchen door. His brown hair looked like it was stuck to his head with grease.

"Oh that's fine Buttercup just make sure your here early Saturday, big day then, but until then good night" Buttercup as she was named nodded and left clicking the lock behind her. The wind whipped harshly blowing her hair across her face she shuddered, and wrapped her dark green rain coat closer to her body pushing her hair back she made her way down the dark wet street, the sky was still dripping, the wind had picked up making it colder, but Buttercup was used to cold by now it was what her life was based off of.

She sighed as she passed down a bunch of shut down shops and dark alleys. Finally she came to her street she looked both ways and crossed making her way to a small ugly broken down manufactured house she sighed again while climbing the broken creaking boards used for steps "Home sweet home." she said sarcastically. As she unlocked the thin scratched door, as she entered she was met by an unpleasant sight.

The little living room was messy there was a ripped up fabric couch, a dingy dirty brown rug was on the floor trying to hide the gray cracked tiles. She sighed, with out taking off her coat she started to pick up the scattered magazines and food wrappers, that lay everywhere. Placing the magazines on a shelf that was nailed above the couch, she went to the even smaller, and dirtier kitchen.

She groaned throwing the wrappers away and went on to wash the dishes, counters and floor. Just a normal day in her miserable life. Buttercup wiped the sweat off of her forehead leaned on the counter she just finished wiping, glancing at the stoves electric clock 11:30, after she finally finished she washed her hands and, went to a side closet dragged out a flat pillow and dingy blanket, kicking the door closed behind her, she flopped on the creaky couch flipping off the light she dozed off despite the uncomfortable surroundings...

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SMACK! Buttercup jumped up and fell from the couch flat on her back she groaned rubbing her messy bed hair. "Get up you stupid, lazy, idiotic girl, I have to do every thing for you why I should tell your father and see how long you last your lucky I am nice you good for nothing..." a tall overly skinny, lady was bellowing at Buttercup who was still on the floor yawning and stretching.

Getting up scratching her head she just walked past the screaming women ignoring her, who was still yelling at her even after she went into the bathroom. Buttercup sighed her eyes heavy with exhaustion she leaned against the door mumbling under her breath.

"Stupid...good for nothing... one of these days" she scowled. Taking off her clothes and jumping in the shower. Humming to her self to drown out the still bellowing lady out side the bathroom door. Ten minutes later Buttercup emerged with her hair up in a towel and one wrapped around her. She opened the door to meet a furious red face, of her fathers second wife, she would never use stepmother, there was nothing motherly about her, what with her fake blonde hair and fake tan, long red nails and excessive use of make up and perfume, I wouldn't call that a motherly figure would you?

"What." Buttercup stated flatly, the womens face reddened even more

"What do you mean "what" you good for nothing imbecile, you ignored me, and disrespecting me, wait til I tell your father your butt will be out in the street faster then you can blink." She howled while Buttercup got dressed in the closet.

Coming out in a baggy light green T-shirt and baggy black jeans, her hair was a wet mess, she passed by the still screaming women, were she got that lung power Buttercup couldn't understand, especially the way she smokes like water. Buttercup opened the front door grabbing her backpack, and slammed the door shut behind her in the monsters face, the sky was still gray but anything was better then staying in that house with that ungrateful witch.

She walked steadily down the broken walk drowning out everything else out, even her thoughts, which wasn't turning out so well, see Buttercup didn't have anything except her thoughts to occupy her, she thought a lot and talked little, but anyone who knew her which were few, knew she could be dangerous, especially when she lost her temper. But she had learned how to keep it in tact around her witch mother, ignoring her was the trick.

She inhaled the polluted air to calm the raging flame that was built up inside her, she kept this flame in check for as long as she could but sometimes it just flared up on it's own and caused somebody, usually the witch back home, harm. Sure she could ignore her to keep from doing that like I told you before, but still sometimes holding in all that built up fury had its limits.

She continued to walk down the ugly street, there were broken, down gray houses on either side, most were abandoned but there were some people living in them. She picked up her pace to a light jog, thinking how glad she was it was Friday she didn't have anything to do on that day, no work no errands, call it a day off from being somebodies slave, she didn't go to school she was taken out the first year of high school, the witch had made her father take her out making him believe she needed her company so she won't be lonely, yeah right, the only thing she needed Buttercup there for was to make her life even more miserable then it already was and treat her like a slave.

Ever since her father brought the thing home, her life had turned upside down, she used to be happy before, not extremely, seeing as she never knew who her mother was, or what her history was, her father never told her and when he brought home that "women" she never got to talk to him anymore.

She walked around all day going nowhere in particular, just so long as she didn't have to go back home yet. Finally it was getting to late and she knew witch women would do something evil if she didn't get home and make dinner, she swore sometimes she was tempted to poison the witch but then she wouldn't be any better then her. When she arrived home it was already late and the witch was waiting for her, with a murderous look on her face.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to come back and do her job, Hah I have news for you, you little bitch, causing me trouble , you little..."

Buttercup didn't let her finish because suddenly the flam she tried so hard to keep down all day just flared which confused her seeing as it usually took more then that to blaze her flame.

" Guess what, lady I could care less right now because my life can't get any crappier then it already is, thanks to you!" she spat making the women boil but she didn't say anything, Buttercup wondered why.

Until her ears picked up... a man burst through the door... her father! He was home this early. what? He never came home this early Buttercup turned to look at the witch seated on the couch with a smug look on her face Buttercup growled.

She turned to look at her father, or the man she wished would act like her father, she missed him like that, but now he was... the witches.

"D...d...dad, um your home I... you...oh crud" her father didn't have a friendly face more like sad, and upset, miserable even.

Buttercup turned, her face twisted with rage, towards the witch and her disgustingly smug face, she saw red her eye glowed "You!" she hissed murderously, she jumped forward, snatching her by her disgustingly revealing shirt, the monster squeaked pathetically.

"You, witch you've ruined my life, and whats more... you dare say I'm causing you problems." she growled her fist raised for a punch right to the womens fake nose.

"Buttercup, stop" a strong but quiet voice said, Buttercup stopped as she turned in surprise to her father, her surprise faded in an instant and turned to anger how dare he, this, this person who dared call himself her father, for the first time in months he had actually talked to her, and for what! Only to protect this bitches face from being rearranged, she dropped the witch who crawled away behind the couch like the dog she was.

Buttercups death glare focused on a new target. Her burning green eyes stared into his sad dull blue ones. Finally after what seemed like an eternity she spoke.

"Funny, you remember my name!," she screamed and ran to the door pushing him out of the way grabbing her pack, and slammed it with one last hateful glare at them both. She ran and ran, never wanting to turn back, ever she just wanted to get away, far away, she wanted to leave and never remember this...this so called life. Her running slowed as her breath started to shorten, she was panting not because she was tired, no, she felt a burning sting in her eyes and a wet material slid down the sides of her face she panted, and sniffed wiping away the tears roughly with the back of her hand.

Her vision blurred as she continued to run blindly hitting walls and some people, she slipped over a candy wrapper she got up, and brushed the annoying tears off for the final time. When she stopped she saw she had stopped in front of a bar

"The Blue Light". She didn't drink but, even this torture was enough to make any decent kid do it, as she entered the bar she had no idea what awaited her behind those walls... something that would change her life... forever.

R&R please it took me a while to write this so I hope you like it and if I get enough reviews, I'll continue the story, until then peace!