I'm back... and I Bleed Black From my Tainted Soul, is going to be finished post haste. *demented smile. I hope you all missed me, I've only gotten better at what I do, and I hope you've all become avid readers. I'm sorry for the wait... 2 years and 2 months is a long time, but I finally graduated and I have all the free time in the world to write my book and stories, let's face school took up most of my time and brain power and summer vacation was nothing but working for whatever bullshit store. But I'm back and better than ever. Now this is Butch a d Karou, brace yourselves and read on as I spin my twisted yarn of glorified genius.

Kick. Punch. The sweat beaded on the back of her neck, and adrenaline coursed through her veins. With each thrust and tense and pull of muscles, the endorphines spread throughout her body, making her only focus the red and black bag in front of her taking all the punishment. Her sleek slivery black hair stuck to her forhead, plastered in twisting strands just above her emerald not eyes. A slick coating of perspiration caused her pale, yet slighty sun tanned skin to sheen in the white glare of the linolieum lights.

Kick, Punch, Kick, Punch. Her blows becaome faster, more brutal, as the bag morphed into the shapes of one of her enemies. The red of the bag became a skin tight leather suit, while the black became writhing, untamable masses of ebony hair. The folicle snakes lunged at her, she bobbed and weaved as each of her blow struck true to the abdomen, causing the self-made foe to lurch forward, eyes bulging, the red arteries readily seen against the white, the pupils dilating to impossible proportions. Saliva fell from Sedusa's mouth, pink, tainted with blood. Blossom wasn't here to tell her to stop, she could fight the way she wanted, nothing held back the beast inside. Oh... Kaoru was going to enjoy every bit of this.

kick-punch-kick, kick-punch-kick. No longer surrrounded by the sound of metal clanking in the back ground, or the grunts of the other patrons, Kaoru became lost in her fantasy battle, throwing herself into her alter ego. Sedusa couldn't handle her, she was wobbling, struggling to stand. The seductress was only upright because of the hair supporting her like a crutch while the rest tried to fend off the blows of the green attacker. But nothing could stop the super powered team, she wanted blood, she was out for it, she reveled in the adrenaline, Buttercup wanted to destroy her. Her veiws on fighting was beat the opponent into submission, then keep going until they couldn't come back. Evil needed to be eradicated, snuffed out, and if she wasn't in league with such goody-two shoes like Miyako, who had a hard time hurting anything, and Momoko, whose conscience prevailed over everyone's will and want, Kaoru could've taken down all those shadows that haunted the town's sleep.

There was no redemption for people like Sedusa, no redemption for the terrible things they did to others, and an irredemable human being was a worthless human being, and no one had a problem with throwing away worthless things. Which is why she didn't understand how sparing them was justice. Why spare them when they're just going to fuck up again, why spare them when it was in their very nature to cause trouble? NO! They were scumb and there was no reason they should be on this planet, without them the world would be better, and she... she could have a life, more friends, maybe even, dare she say it, a boyfriend. But no, she was at the beck and call of these defenseless town folk when some ugly beast or superhuman with a self-serving attiude decided to rear its head.

Fury poured into her punches, rage into her kicks. Sedusa's white skin was black and blue now, obsidian and sapphire imperfections on the cold alabaster skin. The red leather was ripped and shreaded, the black snakes of hair rended from her now bleeding head. The blood matted the hair and splattered to the ground. Buttercup had the villianess in her sights and felt nothing for the sobbing and crying criminal that begged for pity on the ground beneath her.

"No mercy." The vemon in Kaoru's words chilled Sedusa's quivering form. Her one good eye stared at the most ruthless member of the PPGZ in fear, and she begged to the Lord that she had forsaken for a life a crime for deliverance. Prayers fell on deaf ears, her suffering on blind eyes. Buttercup hefted her giant hammer into the air, and the villianess' breathe caught in her throat, her golden eye wide. The glint in the emerald memebers eye told her what she needed to know. The hammer came down.

The gym faded into reality, as Kaoru huffed and puffed, the bag laying in ruins. Sand gushed out of it like the entrails of something crushed. The tingles of the adrenaline faded and she was once again left with the truth, the bag wasn't Sedusa, and for all her want, ridding Tokyo City of violence forever would never happen. When she went too far the three other members of the PPGZ would make her stop, by force if necessary. Even Sayuri, who shared her love of battle and fighting, would hold her down to stop her from beating whoever they were fighting into a bloody pulp, even she had a so called moral code of not killing a person. The only time she got to go all out was if it was a robot. It wasn't human... but those who were, she was only allowed to knock them unconscious. Then, inevitably, they would wake up, and go back to reeking havoc. It was vicious cycle. Couldn't her friends see that if these ... things! weren't around...They their lives wouldn't be dictated by all of this suffering. They could be normal... she could enter a fighting tornaments and see the world at the same time. Instead she was stuck here, in this cesspool of evil-doers... this hell on earth.

Kaoru's breathing was back to normal, she made a mental note to give the gym owner money to buy a new punching bag, and she went to go change. She didn't notice a boy about her age staring at her from the shadows. Butch's forest eyes drank her in from his own punching bad hidden in the corner of the gym, far away enough for him not to be detected by the hammer wielding puff. His gaze shifted from her long, lithe legs, to sweat trickling down the moderately defined abs to the harsh, yet beautiful face of his beloved. The beast in him yearned to ravage her. He wanted to tear into that pale bronze skin, and watch the red color of her blood taint her flesh crimson. He wanted her badly, and when she left he was going to kill every man in here for looking at what was his. Even now as she emrged from the changing room, clad in the black, form fitting black corset laced with green and ashen tight jeans, his temper flared because he wasn't the only one staring.

Like him, the men were drooling over the swell of her chest and a suppleness of her behind. Her body was toned from the fighting she did, and the trained she did after fighting, given her by far one the more athletic and defined bodies of the heroines. More attention was brought to the perfectly flat stomach, by the green belly ring glinting against her. He could smell their hormones going wild... As she walked to the door. Once Kaoru had left, he allowed his possessive rage to take over and went on the rampage he so desired.

Intestines were strewn across the gym in a gruesome fashion, and blood painted the carpet. Men were crushed into the wall as boulders flew at them, skulls cracked and shattered upon impact, with their brains ozing out of the cracks. Ribs impaled internal organs, and scarlet dribbled from their mouths; muscles were torn into by the roots of trees that grew near by. Concrete rained down on them, smashing heads in half, ripping off limbs, and obliterating the patrons. Those who tried to get near him were sliced in two with a too fast swipe of a root. The top have of their carcasses fell to the ground, as the bottom half crumpled into a heap. In there death throes, they twitched and shuddered violently, as Butch smiled in maniacal glee. The sweet aroma of blood entered his nostils, and he pounced, swooping down from his perch in the air. His teeth tearing chunks from the bodies, the veins and arteries falling in ribbons onto the floor.

The women were not saved from the massacre, they had the audacity of trying to become like Buttercup and compete with her beauty. There had only been three women in the gym, it had been close to closing time. Butch commanded his roots to ensnare them, trapping them and making them watch him kill all the men. When he was done he turned to them and smiled even wider than he had before, hovering in front of them. They stared at him, eyes filled with sheer terror. They whimpered, knowing that any pleas for mercy would go unheard. Butch was drunk off the fear, intoxicated by the shivering women before him. He savored the taste of their terror. It fueled him. With one snap of his wrist, the roots implaing them through various parts of their bodies, an iron madien without the lid. The roots piecered their breasts and genitalia, their lungs and heart all at once, pinning them to the wall

Butch dealt personally with the one he thought had commited the greatest offense, talking to his Buttercup. The gym owner was suspended in the air, upside down, by a particularly strong root, face red and cursing. He stared at the human, with cold indifference, smile gone from his face. The man continued his swearing rant, slinging insults and telling the Rowdyruff he wasn't afraid to die.

"Oh really?" The ruff's voice had deepen to a gravelly tenor upon his transformation, deep and terrifying. "Let's test that theory." The screams of the man brought back the memories of his day before at the whore house. He inwardly grinned, they'd be washing the blood off the sheets for weeks.

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Yuki danced for him as he sat on the bed, her violet eyes taking in the raven haired man. He was frighteningly handsome. Ink black hair pulled back into a ponytail as a few strands escaped, finding a home in front of his eyes and along the chiseled jaw. His eyes were odd, yet beautiful, almost black with bright flecks of jade green and swirls of forest if you looked closely enough. The tight forest green shirt hugged his washboard abdomen, amd the jeans housed what was sure to be something to get excited over. She smirked as she sensually dipped and dropped to the ground. He had to be excited, she knew she was model gorgeous, Victoria Secret worthy, with her kinky umber locks and slim build. He had to be sweating. She brought herself back up and twisted aturned to the silent beat, making her way toward him. Yuki pushed Butch to the bed and climbed so she was face to face with him.

She teased him, and kissed his neck, nibbling slightly and slowly worked her hands underneath the shirt to feel the taught skin. She was loving this, and couldn't be more oblivious to the dark thoughts brewing within the twisted teen. He filpped them over, and brought his hands under the heavily yet beautifully embroidered bra, adorned with intricately detailed snow flakes for her name sake. His hands were big, cupping her breasts slowly, as the fingers peaked from under the edge of the pale blue lace. He kneaded them for a few minutes, then brushed his hands down to her underwear. He pulled them off, torturing her with the slowness. He brought a hand to her wet clit and pushed in his fingers roughly, before deeming himself to far away, and replacing them with his face.

His tongue fought with the folds, as he dipped his taste buds into the glisteing liquid pouring from her. Yuki writhed in pleasure, lost in her head and words barely audible. Her eyes were closed, her hands buried in this glorious mane. She was in ecstasy, covered with bliss. Losing herself to the rush of sensual feelings, she pressed him deeper into her, the jet strands teasing the lips of her sex. Butch expertly tweaked his tongue, gently scrapping his teeth along the inner walls of the hole. He smiled, humans, so easily distracted by sex, she only noticed his sinister intentions when he bite into her dripping womanhood.

Yuki's eyes shot open, moans became screams, as she clawed and pleaded with Butch to stop, to just please stop. He kept going, ripping the lips from her womanhood, leaving the hole exposed. He dug his teeth into the walls, and savored the rips and tears as the honey flavored blooded gushed out into his mouth. The bitch screamed and pulled at his hair, but it only made him dig in deeper. He bit through the layers of her skin, making her hole deeper and wider than before as he ate his way to her uterus. The screams were dying down now, as Yuki reigned herself to her fate. Butch pulled himself from her, looking at the dying slut with a killer's smile. She gasped... it wasn't over.

He crawled on top of her, smiling the whole way. Butch buried herself into the hair next to her throat, nuzzling her like a kitten. She panted, icy fear gripping her heart. She stole a glance at him, and instantly regretted it. His face was that of a demon's. Fangs dripped over his lips, eyes burning with green fire. In a sudden flash, he clamped his jaws over her throat and pulled. It came out with a sickening pop, the torn skin dropped around the hole. He slurped off all the blood, swallowing what he could.

Gazing lazily at the lifeless corpse, Butch stuck in a clawed hand in the gaping wound in her neck and pulled back as fast as he could. The force ripped her open, displaying the inner workings of her body. Breaking back her ribs... he attacked, devouring all he could. He took chunks out of her spleen and her stomach. He ate her lungs, the bubbles inside popping as he ground down, like bubble wrap. Her liver was cut into pieces and each made it's way into his ravenous maw. Pulling back his head, face covered in blood, he glanced at himself in mirror. Blood splatter is cheeks and chin, covering his hair. He frowned. Using the blood, he smoothed his hair into place, and retied it into a ponytail, neat, tidy and glossed. Butch smiled.

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The man lay on the gym floor in pieces, and Butch surveyed his handiwork. The cracked walls and bodies, the broken and destroyed benches. He had outdone himself this time. The police would throw up at the sight, all of the body parts littering the floor, the ways they were killed. The gym owner had been especially entertaining, the tough guy facade failing him, as Butch reduced him to a headless corpse. He pressed onto his wind pipe until his spine crackle, and he kept on crushing, and watched as the bravery fled from him. Air couldn't make it's way to his lungs, or out of them for that matter, which shuddered until they exploded in the man's chest killing him. A display of other worldy strength rended the mans head from his shoulders. Butch tossed the head to the floor, the forhead cracking on the ground. And set to work cutting the man in half, guts falling out. No one would ever make the mistake of taking to his Buttercup again.

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Kaoru walked into the subway, it was deserted around this time, as the darkness crept over the land, shade blending with day time to create dusk. The cold air wasn't bothering her, she was pumped from her time at the gym. Besides a little cold never hurt anyone. Descending the stairs, she went to the clerk to buy a oneway ticket to the station that was five minutes from her house. Oddly enough no one was there, and her paitence was already to the point of non-existence.

"Hey! Get your lazy ass out of here so I can pay for this ticket and leave." She beat on the reinforced glass, trying to bring the lazy subway worker out. So far, there had been no results from her actions, and it was pissing her off more.

"Come the fuck on you asshole!" The door creaked open, and figure stood in it. The shadow crept toward the light, and Kaoru was seriously debating whether or not she should tell him to get the lead out of his ass or she'd do it for him. Finally making his way to the glass window, the ticket man paused. His head was down, hair swinging limply and shadowing his face. She quickly asked for a ticket to where she needed to go and pushed the money in the slot. When he didn't take it she pushed her hand farther in, quietly urging the man to get a move on so she could leave. He was kind of creeping her out just standing there.

When most of her hand was in, the boy grabbed it and wouldn't let go. She tried yanking it back, but his grip was like steel. "Let go you sick fuck!" But he held on tighter.

"You know you're sexy when your mad." The words froze Kaoru, and she looked closer at the boy. He looked up, and what she saw chilled her, though she hid it well. He looked like Butch, but it couldn't be him... he was a kid. A kid growing up to be one of the scummier villians in this town that she'll be fighting like all the rest. Whoever he was, it was freaking her out that his holding onto her like she was nothing but a child, like her strength was nothing to him. While she assessed him in her head, the strange boy took her silence for a flustered state.

"What's the matter Buttercup? You can't take a compliment?" The deep voiced teased her, and though it was impossible, she realized he was indeed Butch. What the fuck happened? He was a kid before, now he's her age, or older, his aura, blacker than the night. How in the world was this possible? But being who she was, her shock didn't stop her from spitting fire into his direction.

"Let me go Butch! So I can kick your fucking ass and go home!"

"You don't like the upgrade?"

"You sick fuck, LET GO!"

"As you wish." He smirked his beloved stumbed back, as he let go on a particularly hard yank of hers. Taking her momentary lapse of footing, Butch busted through the glass. Shards flew in every direction, some slicing into Kaoru's skin. The red stood out against the paleness of her skin, and Butch caught the scent of tangy orange, tart like his beloved. He hiked himself on to the shelf, standing over her, hungrily eying her as she glared back at him, ignoring her cuts. He knew she looked sexy mad, but she looked so fuckable mad and bleeding. The thought plastered a sinister smirk to his face. Dropping in front of her, his form dwarfing hers completely. She stood up, and stared him down, before pressing the compact she was wearing as a belt. In a blinding flash, Buttercup stood before him. The green shirt stopping above her abs, jagged hair brushing her shoulders. The skirt she wore fluttering as she moved into a battle stance. Now there was a sight, and his beast was panting with want. He wanted to taste her, the orange scent was driving him crazy, but she wanted to fight. His two favorite things.

She ran at him, hammer flailing as she swung blow after blow, all of which he successfully dodged. She swung harder and harder trying to hit him, but he kept dodging, with that fucking smile on his face. Anger and adrenaline kept Buttercup swinging, until he knocked the hammer out her hands and a ways away from her. She looked on as it sailed through the air and landed with a thud on the concrete. Gobsmacked, she turned back to him, and found him invading her space exponentially. Springing back she ran at him kicking and punching, trying to make one of them connect, but to no avail. Butch grabbed her wrists a pulled her toward him, staring down at her with those green black eyes. She struggled against his grip, cussing at him, insulting him, and he wacthed her face contort with rage amused. That is, until she said something a little too hurtful.

"Your nothing, all of you vile creatures are nothing. You and all the villians in the world should just die, and I hope I'm the one to kill you." That was no way to talk to Butch, no matter who you were. The amusement was replaced with hurt and then cold anger, not that the cursing puff noticed. She needed to be punished, broken and put in her place, it hurt his love wanted to kill him. He wasn't going to enjoy it because it was Buttercup... well he wasn't going to enjoy it as much. Taking both wrists into her hands, he threw her towards the terminal. A subway train had just made a stop to let off the passengers, before a green streak crashed into it.

Buttercup was imprinted into the metal, an outline of her frame bent into the train. He face was scruched up in pain while she tried to pry herself out of the rut she was used to create. People stared in awe at her, hushed whispers ringing throughout the terminal. One man reached a hand out to help her, grasping her hand to try and pull her out. Butch was floating above them, hatred rolling off him in waves. This man dared to touch his Buttercup.

He dropped to ground fast, purposely creating a crater and causing the people to fall to the ground,the sound causing Buttercup open her eyes. She was trapped and couldn't break free, utterly useless to help anyone. Butch stood, calmly walking toward the man, pieces of rock floating behind him.

"Sir, who are you to touch what's mine?" The man tembled in front of Butch, who grabbed him by the neck and held him in the air. A huge root ripped through the concrete ceiling and impailed the man in the stomach, until the thickest part of the root made it way in, creatning a hole in the man the size of his torso. He let go of the corpse that was now suspending in the air, face frozen in a scream. By now the people were screaming and yelling and trying deperateky to escape. Buttercup shrieked at the slower ones to run faster. A huge concrete slab flew in front of the enterance, blocking any possible way out.

"No one leaves here." The rocks that had been floating the air shot through men and women left and right, stone bullets tearing through them like sheets of paper. Bodies fell, and the remaning survivors huddled together in an effort to protect themselves for the petrifing monster in human form. Roots erupted through the ceiling, grabbing a few of them by their necks, strangling them. Butch caused the roots to tighten, until their heads popped off in bloody gesyers of brain matter and skull fragments. Finally the bodies were released, plopping to the destroyed concrete floor. The terrified folks left were covered in the crimson that rained down and splashed onto them. Buttercup was screaming at the top oher lungs, frantically trying to pry herself from he crater in the modern locomotive. She needed to help to stop this madman. He killed people, she was sure that she would be allowed to dispose of someone like him. A life for a life, it was fair, and hell he deserved it, if only she could get free, then she could make him pay.

An advancing Butch, walked to the two remaining people, a man and woman. A root came through the floor, impaling the woman through her genitalia, ripping through her until it came out of her mouth and thrust itself into the awaiting ceiling above. The man gazed at the lifeless woman, terror enveloping him. Blood poured from the entry wound, falling down the root in rivlets. Tears fell from his eyes, and he turneed to look at the emerald demon, only to come face to face with a slab of concrete and be crushed into the wall.

Buttercup was now crying her eyes out still trying to get free, as her counterpart licked the blood off the root that had killed the woman. The root slid out of her, and Butch attacked the body. He tore her open, and devoured her insides. The sick slurping reached the green puff's ears making her fight the urge to retch. When he was done, the emerald ruff called his roots. At a blinding speed they ripped in the train, pulling Buttercup free and guiding her the Butch. She was hanging a few feet in front of him, inches off the ground, making her the same height as the psycho before her. Her eyes bore into him, face tear steaked and bruised, but she was still defiant as ever. She was his spitfire, he would make sure everyone, including her, knew that.

Tenderly he lifted her chin and kissed her, the blood mixing with her orange taste. Slipping his tongue in, she tried to bite his it, he responded by tearing into her own, and letting her orange taste run into his mouth. His eyes glazed over with bloodlust, he slurped and kissed her at the same time, as his clawed hands made their way up her thighs. Buttercup shuddered unwillingly, sighing into the kiss. Her legs tried to jerk away from his touch and kick him. He dug his claws into her hips, grinding agaisnt her. She kept trying to get away, though she knew it was hopeless, but she would never just let this happen, she would fight till the end.

Butch rubbed his hands over her behind, and slipped them under her skirt, finding her core. He placed in one digit, pressing into her, slowly at first, then gaining speed and adding two more fingers. Buttercup pressed against him, bucking and trying to get him away. She tugged at the roots and couldn't get free. Vowing to make him pay for this, Buttercup mustered her strength and attempted to knee him. She missed, barely grazing his side. Butch noticed and bit her tongue again, drawing more blood. God how she wanted to cry, but no, she wouldn't show any weakness, she would not bow, she would not break. She wouldn't...

As she strengthed her resolve, Butch removed his slick fingers, and replaced it with a larger memeber. There was no mercy in his thrusts, and she was sure she was bleeding. Buttercup crumbled, and in a lime greem flash reverted to Kaoru. He had won. She didn't care anymore, he had taken the one thing she had, and made her his. She cried and wimpered through the moans... Nothing was left. She couldn't beat him, she couldn't save them, she couldn't kill him... Kaoru felt worthless. And people have no trouble throwing away worthless things.

Butch finished his minstrations, and slowly pulled out of her. Before him, the green puff silently cried, the blood tainting the tears pink. The roots let her drop and she landed in a crumpled heap. Butch scooped the girl into his arms, and the concrete slab at the enterance was removed. He hovered into the night sky, a forest green streak against the black, wondering vaguely if he should've used the blood as lube.

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