Someone, Somewhere In My Worst Nightmare.

The liquid rolled down the leaves, the trees, everything. The rainbow stretched across the sky. The rainbow was only jet black, the liquid was blood; this was her nightmare, this was her new reality. She was alone; they left her here to die. She didn't protest or fight back as they pushed her down here. She stood in the spot that was supposed to be her resting place, surround by trees and dirt.

She was an outcast, she was Buttercup. To them she was nothing, just a waste of space. Buttercup just tried to ignore them, their glares, their insults, their threats. Just as she turned 16 they were able to send her way, and they did. Their threats came true soon enough; she was left alone to die. Her own family didn't speak out; they knew if they did they would be beheaded if they did so. She had protected Bubbles when she was being bullied, she had taken the blame whenever Blossom had done something wrong, and she would do anything to protect them, but it seemed it wasn't that way for them. No one, not even loved ones, would risk their lives to save another.

Buttercup just stood there, watching the sun go down. The only word that crossed her mind was, why? She didn't do anything bad; they simply did not like her. They expected her to be nice, girly, and weak. She was none of those. Rain started to hit against her skin. The rain was red, dark red, blood red. She shook her head slowly as she began to walk along, trying to find shelter. Buttercup walked for what seemed hours without end. Her sadness turned into pure anger. She cursed at the wind, at the top of her lungs. The 'blood' rain came down harder and harder on her. She was mad, mad at the people, mad at her family, and mad at herself. I can't trust anyone, I won't trust anyone. The girl thought as she entered a cave she spotted. She threw rocks randomly, wasting all the energy she had left. I'll return someday just to show them they can't take me down. That was her last thought before she drifted to dreamless sleep.

Three boys stood there watching over the sleeping new comer. "We should just kill her a spare her the trouble." The oldest, redhead said. "I think she can survive." A young, blond protest. "You said that about the others, and they ended up dying." The redhead snapped back. "Yeah, I guess you're right Brick." The one now known as Brick smiled at his little brother. "Thank you Boomer." Boomer gave him a soft smile. "No." Both teens snapped their heads back to their raven haired brother. "What? Why do say that, Butch?" asked Boomer. "She's different." Butch simply replied. "Are you forgetting that's why she's here? Everyone who is sent here is 'different', the others didn't survive." Brick snapped at his brother. "I believe in her." Butch replied calmly. Both stared at their brother with shocked faces. "Fine, but she is your responsibility. If anything happens to her or anyone else 'cause of her, you get the blame." Brick stated. Butch nodded at his brother, and they leave Butch with the sleeping beauty.

He gently started to wash her face with cold water he had brought with him. It surprised Butch than almost right away her eyes shot open. Before he could say anything Buttercup was punching him right in the gut. Butch fell backwards landing on his butt. "What was that for?!" he yelled. "You could have been trying to rape me for all I know!" Buttercup replied, while sitting up. "Whatever." He muttered as he rubbed his bum.

"So who are you anyway?" "The name's Buttercup, who are you?" "Call me Butch, where you from?" He asked casually. "That doesn't matter anymore." Buttercup said plainly, not bothering to look at Butch. "And, why not?" Butch asked, trying to find some things out. Why was she sent away? What did she do? "Look, I don't know you, I just met you. Don't expect me to tell you my life story." She shot him a power glare. "Sorry, just trying to make a new friend." "Go burn in hell." Buttercup wasn't in the mood to be dealing with a strange boy that appeared out of no where. Who knows he could be a rapist for all I know. I can't trust anyone any more. "Fine. I'll leave you here to die since you are new to the land and the groups." Butch says as he shoves his hands into his pockets and turning away. "Groups? What groups?" He had finally caught her attention, a smirk made its way upon his lips.