Hey guys, this is my first one-shot, so please no flames. I might make it into a story if you all like it . Enjoy!
She was his every desire. His every reason to breathe. Each day he would wake up in hopes of at least catching a glimpse of her. Her short black hair. Her lime green eyes. Her spitfire attitude. She was perfect to him. But he was never noticed by her.
When fights would break out among them, she would go towards her counterpart, bashing in his head. The green-eyed black-haired boy. Butch. He hated him. He hated his own brother. He wanted to feel her punches. Brick wanted Buttercup to be his. Youre mine, Butters.
It got to the point where he watched her every move. Wanting her. Stalking her like an animal stalks their prey. You can't hide from me.The day came when Blossom went up to Brick, calling for a truce. Not to become good, but to stop fighting. He agreed, noticing he'd be one step closer the his beloved flower. But she still didn't notice him. No, she would hang with Mitch. Brick didn't want him in the way.
He took matters into is own hands. Buttercup, who do you love? He wandered through town, looking for his victim. Mitch. The one his girl loved. An evil formed on his face. Soon, I'll be the only one for you to love. He found his victim and created a masterpiece. One of blood and bone. One that brings chill down you're back. But when Buttercup found out Mitch was killed, she ran to Butch, seeking comfort. Brick could feel his blood boiling. Her sister's also didn't want her near Butch. I guess everyone is against your happiness, my flower. He wanted to make sure he was the only one. First, he dealed with Butch. His own brother. He loved her a little too much. When Brick had finally finished the difficult task, he fell on his knees and cried. My own brother. Was it even worth it? He looked at the blood on his hands. His brother's blood. He was amazed by it. He loved how it felt. Laughter ran out his throat. It was worth it. Anything for her. What he didn't realise was that he had been driven mad. By her. For her. He heard a whimper. A small flash of blue. He had forgotten about Boomer. The blonde stood,huddling in a corner. Brick smiled evilly. Boomer... He ran towards to fear-stricken ruff and cornered him even more. Boomer always wanted to live happy and die happy ... but he must die ... just like his other brother. With one swift deadly movement, the blondes life ended. Yet now, Brick didn't feel guilt. He felt more power. He smirked at the two corpses and flew off.
Time to finally have my flower. He flew to the house. The house of the girl he loved. Today, I'll make you mine. Blossom let him in, not knowing she would die. Her death was quick and brutal. Bubble had just entered when she saw the devastating scene. Brick quickly dealed with her before she could alarm Buttercup. Clawing into her throat. Just like Boomer. I'm so close to you now. He went up to Buttercup's room. He knocked on her bedroom door. No answer. Worried, he abruptly opened the door. She was on her bed, listening to music. She hadn't heard the knock. She looked up. Their eyes met, then she frowned. What are you doing here, Brick? He smirked and sat on her bed by her. She quickly moved away. Looking for someone. Someone who is mine and mine only. Blossom? He laughed. No, you. She snickered as if it was a joke, but got farther away when she saw he was serious. Get away from me, I don't love you. Too bad, I'm all you have. I made sure you had nobody else, not even family. She frowned, then her eyes grew huge. She called Butch. Only voicemail. Boomer. Same thing. frightened, she ran to the front room, Brick hot on her trail. Blossom!? Bubbles!? Speechless at the sight she beheld, she slowly stepped back. Unknowingly stepping into Bricks arms. He held her. In fear, she didn't push him away. I love you, Buttercup. No response. Now you're mine.
Hope you enjoy it! Let me know if you want it to be a story.