Me: Hello! This is my first story for FanFiction, so I hope that you like it! Please review! Buttercup?...
Buttercup: ButchXButtercup does not own me or my sisters or those lame RRB. She only owns this story and her account on FanFiction.
Me: Thanks!
Buttercup: No problem. It is your first story after all, so I'm not gonna be harsh to you.
Me: (grins) You took the words straight out of my mouth! Anyway, on with the story!
Buttercup's POV:
I raced up the ragged staircase, my powers somehow inaccessible... I skidded round the corner and shot to the other side of the dark attic to lean against the wooden wall and catch my breath. Once I was relieved, I looked at the staircase I had ran up... Nothing out of the ordinary... I looked all over the attic, but nobody was there... I slumped down onto the hard wooden floor to think about what was happening when a familiar shadow engulfed the ground... I slowly motioned my head up to look at the ceiling, and there sat what I was mostly dreading, Him... My eyes opened like saucers and I tried to stand up, to run back down the staircase and out of this nightmare, but I couldn't get up. Him was holding me down by the shoulders. I gasped in utter shock that I couldn't get up and looked up at Him. He was grinning down at me evil as ever and whispered into my right ear;
"You'll be safe with me..."
"AHHHHH!" I yelled, sitting – up in my bed, sweat dripping down my body. It took me a while to figure out whether the previous actions were reality or not. "Phew... Just a dream..." I panted, relieved at the sight of my bedroom. (And no staircases in sight) Just as I was settling back into my bed, a small smile on my face, my door crashed open and I almost jumped out of my skin.
"Buttercup! Are you alright?" My blonde sister asked me, eyes wide with curiosity and horror. Maybe my yell was a bit too loud...
"Huh?... Oh, yeah... I'm fine... Just a dream..." I answered, sitting up again from my comfy position.
"Are you sure? I mean, you yelled, and I thought you were hurt..." Bubbles gathered.
"I told you Bubbles, I'm fine. Now please can I go back to sleep?" I asked politely, flopping back
down into my bed.
"Oh, okay Buttercup... Glad you're okay..." She added finally, and gently closed my bedroom door. She had always been sensitive about any harm to her two sisters. I smiled at the thought and snuggled back down to the luxury of my bed...
"Buttercup?" Blossom yelped, practically breaking my door off its' hindges in the process. We were all 18, and our personalities were basically the same as they were when we were 4.
"AHH!" I yelped, falling out of bed. To her dismay, I gave her a death glare as I stood up.
"Are you trying to give me a bloody heart attack or something?" I whisper yelled.
"No, but you're trying to give me one! Yelling at one o' clock in the morning! What's your problem?" She replied, waving her arms in the air. She looked so stupid. I was dying to laugh. She could obviously tell, because her face went as red as her pyjamas...
"Well bursting through my door really helped! Besides, it was only a dream!" I frowned.
"A dream where you yell?" She asked, sarcasm lining her voice.
"Ah, go away Blossom, I'm trying to sleep here..." I said, dropping into my bed once again.
She took a breath to say something, but I let out a loud fake snore and closed my eyes. She sighed and walked out the room, closing the door behind her. I sighed deeply and almost as soon as I'd closed my eyes, I was fast asleep.
The next morning, I was woken by my alarm clock's indignant buzz. My eyes fluttered open and I tried to turn off my clock without looking. My hand searched for awhile, and soon I got annoyed and laser beamed the thing... It needed new batteries anyway... I yawned slowly and rubbed my emerald green eyes as I sat up in bed. I glanced at my battered green calendar that hung diagonally on my green and black spotted wall. It was Saturday. I smiled in relief, and got out of my bed. I let out a large and contented stretch and limply walked downstairs to meet my family in the kitchen.
"Good morning, Buttercup." The Professor said, reading the daily newspaper and drinking a mug of coffee.
"Mornin'" I muttered, scratching my head and sloping over to the fridge. My sisters were sitting at the table eating toast and chatting about clothes. I rolled my eyes and pulled out a carton of milk from the fridge.
" How are you today?" Bubbles asked, a knowing look plastered on her pretty face. I looked at her strangely, and then remembered the events of last night.
"Oh, I'm fine thanks..." I answered, pouring milk over my Cheerios.
"That's good." Blossom added, looking at Bubbles. They had obviously been talking about it. I took no notice and sat at the table next to them with my breakfast.
"So, what was that dream about, Buttercup?" Professor asked, still reading his newspaper and drinking his coffee. I practically choked to death on my Cheerios. I glared at my sisters, but they tried to pretend not to notice. Finally, Blossom spilled.
"He deserved to know, Buttercup." She confessed bluntly.
"It was a stupid dream! You don't have to tell the world about it!" I protested angrily.
"A dream? Don't you mean a nightmare? You yelled..." Bubbles added innocently.
"Well, dream, nightmare, what's the difference?" I answered.
"Well, what was the dream, I mean nightmare about, Buttercup?" Professor asked again, patient as ever.
"Uh, if you must know, it was about-" I was cut off...
"About?..." Professor urged, but my world went black and I fell to the floor. The last words I heard were my family yelling my name, over and over again...
Me: So... Do you like it? Huh? Huh? Huh?
Buttercup: If they review, then they like it. Chill girl...
Me: Oh, okay... Please review if you like it! I know it's not much, but I didn't want to put loads of information in the first chapter. Thanks for reading and goodbye! Chapter 2 coming as soon as I have at least 3 reviews! (sticks out tongue)
Buttercup: Harsh...
Me: I know! Muahahahahahaha! Bye!
