I found it one day out in the field. It was black, but it had glowing red accents. I got a jar out and quickly enclosed it in the glossy, see-through container. It stopped flying around and settled at the bottom of the glass. It looked so sad trapped inside. I let the beauty go. Although it flew out of the container, it landed on my hand. The wings were glistening in the sunlight. I heard a noise and quickly turned around .
Three oddly dressed men popped out of the woods and started talking to one another. "Hey, you there, can you see me?" I was in shock but managed to choke out a small 'Yes.' "Men, just don't stand there! Get me that Hell Butterfly!" The other two men ran towards me. I quickly shoed the butterfly out of harms way. The two men just glared at me and continued to pursue the butterfly. The man who was giving orders looked at me. "Who are you? What do you think you are doing?" I slowly raised my head to the furious man, as I did this the Hell Butterfly returned to my hand. Things were going to get complicated, I just knew it.