A/N: Hey people, what's up? I'm sorry for not updating, but I've been having to deal with a LOT of stuff, so I haven't had the time, so… yeah. My next story will be a Soul Eater fanfic, and it's CronaxMaka! Yay! :D Though it will only come near the end of the story, and I think they'll be pretty in character. Anyways, thank you to those who reviewed, and I noticed that no one looks at my profile. People are still asking me to update Friends or foes! *face palms* Well, enjoy! :)

WARNING: Will include child abuse, blood, starvation, HIM being a jerk, and pure Boomer sadness. If you cannot take the sight of any of these things without throwing your computer out the window, then I suggest you not read.

Disclaimer: Why do I keep fogetting to put these up? Oh yeah, 'cuz I don't own anything! *sulks in corner* T.T

There is no such thing as a painless lesson. They just don't exist. Sacrifices are necessary. You can't gain anything without losing something first, although if you can endure that pain and walk away from it, you'll find that you now have a heart strong enough to overcome and obstacle. Yeah, a heart made fullmetal. ~ Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood)

Xoxox

Boomer lay on the couch, in a deep unconscious state. The whole house was wrecked- the stairs railing broken, living room destroyed, smashed walls- completely and utterly destroyed. The professor and the super powered teens stood in the mess, trying to have the current situation sink in. Blossom was the first to speak.

"W-why did he do this?" The young leader asked. She was in total shock. Just this morning they were all enjoying a happy Christmas, and now, they all just stood here in the middle of there now shattered home. All because of Boomer. Bubbles shook her head frantically, trying to understand.

"I don't know why he would do this! I thought we were friends!" She tried her best, but the tears were sliding down her soft cheeks faster than she thought. Butch stood there, his hair covering his eyes, trembling.

"I told you we couldn't trust him! Look what happened, I knew he would do this, but did anyone listen? No!" He kept shaking, but calmed when he felt Buttercup put her hand on his shoulder. He looked a the green puff, her eyes narrowing slightly, but seemed to soften at the look of hurt on Butch's face. She took a deep breath and shook her head.

"Come on, you trusted him too, admit it, we all did. Now we just need to get answers. What we saw wasn't Boomer." She stated calmly. Outside she looked calm and calculating, but inside she was freaking out, wondering what to do. Brick stepped forward and nodded his head.

"I agree. I don't think Boomer is really like that… that…. Monster. I doubt it." He said, but his eyes showed disbelief and doubt.

'Could Boomer really be like that?'

In all of their talking, none of them noticed the professor wonder off to the sleeping shota. The professor frowned when her saw the young teen. He looked so peaceful when sleeping. How could someone as innocent as Boomer turn out to be some cold-hearted killer? He was raised by HIM, though, so it was possible.

Suddenly, they all heard the professor calling them over. Hesitantly, they ran over to the still in-tact couch. Their eyes widened when they saw Boomer slowly but surely opening his eyes. They were back to the normal shade of dark navy blue. When completely awake, the blue ruff looked around the room to take in the setting. His eyes widened and he became incredibly fearful. He looked towards everyone and did something they hadn't expected…

Boomer immediately glomped Brick in a death hug, automatically suffocating him. His face was already covered in tears as he kept saying 'I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!'.

Everyone just looked at him in disbelief. They all watched as Boomer choked back tears and held onto Brick for dear life. Eventually though, the 'leader' finally managed to pry the crying boy from him.

Butch wasted no time in bombarding his younger brother with a huge rant and multiple questions. "Boomer, what happened back there? Why did you attack us? Do you any idea how long and annoying it'll be for us o fix this place?! Huh! Leader-girl here is going to torment me until everything is fixed again!" Suddenly, he was met with a punch in the face by Brick who had no tolerance for the impatient boy. Boomer tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't help but become even more depressed.

"I'm sorry…" He muttered quietly. Blossom sighed and decided to step in."Boomer, we know you are, but you have to explain to us what just happened. If not, then I'm afraid we can't trust you anymore." Boomer seemed to tense up at that and looked Blossom in the eyes.

"I'll tell you, ok. Just please, don't hate me. Can someone get me my present please?" He asked. Bubbles looked at him hesitantly and ran upstairs to get the present. It was quiet for the moment as the temperature seemed to decrease from the gaping hole in the wall upstairs. The atmosphere was tense and pretty uncomfortable, especially for Boomer.

'I have to tell them. What if they hate me? Should I care? HIM will be mad at me if I stay any longer, but…'

He wasn't able to finish the thought, because Bubbles came downstairs and meekly handed over the crystal-ball like object. Boomer stared into it, letting his thoughts wonder. He had no one to run to, no place to go. What could he possibly have to lose? His life? No, that was no longer important.

"Ahem," Blossom coughed, snapping the shy boy from his thoughts. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He looked at everyone and they saw something in Boomer they have never seen before.

He seemed scared, yet determined.

"What you will see… is something that I would rather not talk about… I don't know if you'll ever trust me again after this, but hopefully it'll… show you why I'm like this now." He stared at his mitts and took a deep breath. He touched the ball and it immediately lit up. He pressed the ball several times, like he was searching for something. Eventually he stopped. Another moment passed by before he pressed the ball one more time.

A few moments past by and Buttercup was getting impatient.

"Hey, is this some kind of-" She was immediately cut off when everything around the group seemed to start spinning. Horrible wind spun around them again and again. Things were changing rapidly, but the group was to freaked out to really pay attention. They all started screaming loudly trying to understand the situation, but suddenly… everything stopped.

Bubbles slowly opened her eyes and gasped. They were all in a dark narrow hall, probably made of stone. It was cold and damp, and Bubbles shivered while hugging herself. She looked around and noticed that Boomer wasn't with them.

"Huh? Boomer, where are you?" She called, but Blossom shushed her.

"These are his memories, so our present Boomer probably isn't here." She said matter-of-factly. Butch scoffed and looked around. Nothing seemed to go on in both directions.

" Anyways, where the heck are we? It's fu-"

"Language, Butch." The professor interrupted him. Butch sighed and rolled his eyes.

"It's cold in here," he corrected.

Buttercup stepped forward and stretched her arms."Well, we won't get anywhere if we don't move. Come on." That's all she said before the group of six made their way through the dark corridors.

It was only an hour and Butch was starving. They had only managed to find a huge training area where apparently all the villains stayed. Butch commented that the place smelled of old, ugly, sweaty fa-, erm, jerks, thanks to the professor's constant monitoring of Butch's language. They also learned that no one was able to see them, thanks to the teens' relief.

Buttercup kicked the wall and screamed.

"I can't take this stupid walking anymore! We're getting nowhere here!" She yelled, but couldn't continue her ranting when an ear splitting scream sounded through the halls.

"Boomer!" Bubbles gasped and ran down the halls, as everyone followed her.

Bubbles wouldn't stop running until she found a huge door. Without hesitating, she burst through the doors and was caught off guard. She gasped and held her hands to her mouth as her family caught up with her.

'Bubbles, what's-" Blossom was cut off as she too gasped with everyone else. They stared on in horror at the scene before them.

An eleven year old Boomer was in a cold dark room. All that was there was a metal pole going from the ceiling to the floor. Boomer was chained with handcuffs cutting through his wrists and securing them to the pole. He was shirtless and his pants were torn. He had a large scar running down his bare chest. Cuts and deep flesh wounds were all around his body. On his arms were fresh cuts, some dripping blood and others looked old and scarred. His stomach looked incredibly skinny, even showing his ribs. There were dark bruises on his skinny arms and his head was down, letting his hair cover his face.

Bubbles couldn't believe her eyes. Boomer was right in front of her with horrible wounds. Tears started to blur her vision.

"W-What's going on?" Butch stuttered, speechless. Even he was afraid right now. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing. Suddenly, a door opened from the long staircase trailing down from the door. A dim light was turned on, and a voice no one thought they would hear again spoke.

"Well, have you learned your lesson yet, Boomer?" HIM asked. He stepped over to the young boy and knelt down to his size. He got no reply.

THWAP!

Blood droplets fell to the cold stone floor as HIM slapped his face. His red claw-like hand gripped Boomer's chin and forced him to face the evil tyrant.

"Hey!" Brick shouted, enraged. He tried to run to his younger brother's aid, but Blossom and Butch held him back.

"Answer me, you pathetic little piece of crap!" HIM screamed in his face. Everyone could now see his face clearly.

Boomer's face was a deathly pale, he had cuts and bruises all over him, and a horribly cut lip. He also had a black and swollen eyes, including a deep red cut from HIM's earlier slap.

"Why should I answer to you, you dirty piece of scum. I'm not afraid of you!" He muttered in clenched teeth, and then he spit in HIM's face. The only made the villain even angrier. He gripped Boomer's head hard, and slammed him into the pole. Boomer could feel the back of his head growing warm and sticky with blood. He didn't care for the pain, he was used to this.

"You've been in here for three days, aren't you hungry?" HIM asked, glaring sharply at the younger boy.

"Your food sucks."

Another bang to the head.

"Gee, HIM, I didn't know you that sensitive to your messed up cooking." Boomer chuckled a little but was silenced to a red claw coming to his face.

HIM seemed to lightly caress his cheek.

"Now, now, Boomer. You wouldn't want to see me when I'm angry." He said threateningly. He stopped his claw and then stuck one of the sharp points of it and pierced his cheek. Boomer flinched at the touch. HIM watched as his sharp claw cut his skin, and as fresh warm blood ran down his bruised cheek.

"You should behave Boomer. You wouldn't like to see me angry." He warned and got up slowly and walked away.

"Three more days should be good, don't you think?" He asked as he walked up the stairs to the door.

'Right, Boomer?"

Boomer had sadness and pain all over his face.

"Yes, HIM, sir," he said quietly.

And with that, the door closed, leaving Boomer stuck in the infinite dark.

A/N: Well, I hope this has satisfied you! Poor Boomer! This was one of those sort of M rated scenes I was talking about… Oh, and Destinydreamer911, please don't kill me! I know how much you love Boomer, but I had to do this! Also, I think this is my longest chapter so far. 5 pages, wohooo! :D Well, please R&R! Thanks! If you review I'll give you a Boomer plushie! See ya! :)