A/N Again guys shit is about to get real. I want to tell you guys something but I don't want to ruin the story. Just know you may or may not hate me in the next chapter or so. Anyway enjoy and always read and review! Thanks for the views guys.

Boomer~

Nothing felt better than my hands wrapped around her slender throat. How tender and soft the skin was. I hated how clean and perfect her skin was. How it seemed to electrify me even when I just grazed it. I hated how fucking smooth and supple everything about her was. I just wanted to turn her shades of black and blue. I wanted her to be purple, red, anything but fucking perfect white. Her sky blue eyes were bulging out of her head. I was smiling so hard my cheeks were cramping.

"Oh, what's wrong Baby Bub?" I teased squeezing harder, "Can't handle a little roughhousing? You were always the weakest."

She didn't fight back, she just gently gripped my forearms. I decided that choking her wasn't fun anymore and changed it to punching. Her whole body needed to be purplish black like the hand shaped bruises on her neck. Even as I was punching her she was smiling up at me. Her lips curved into a small smile. That smile wasn't right, it should be bigger. It should be beaming at me, making my stomach flip and my heart flutter. I stopped and stared at her curved lips. Her plump, kissable lips. A brief moment passed where I thought about kissing them then the whole back of my neck flared. It burned from the base of my neck all the way to the top of my head. I yelled out as the pain fueled my rage at her stupid fucking smile and her stupid fucking skin.

Brick~

She always thought she was right. She always had something to fucking say. You could say that the sun is yellow and she would get so technical with the argument because the sun is actually a star and all that bullshit. She thought she was superior over me but now she couldn't even throw a proper punch. I swung harder, she barely dodged as I used her as my own personal punching bag.

"Oh Brick." She whispered, taking another punch.

I didn't want to hear her velvet voice. That soothing, sweet voice. I hit her several times in the mouth and left eye. Her lip split and her cheeks were red. I was sick of that ever present blush, I was sick of those pink eyes looking down her nose at me. Her cute button nose, those devilish lips debating with me over anything with a slight upward curve to them. Those hands that touched me so gently. That fucking doe in head lights look she made when I found a new spot to kiss or caress. The back of my neck burned so much that all I could see was red and I hoped it was her blood causing the effect.

Butch~

It was time to finally shut Buttercup up. She was standing in that dumbass hybrid stance, like that was actually going to stop me. I was so fucking tired of her brining me down, I was tired of her fucking punches, of her challenging green eyes. I lunged toward her but she didn't move, she just shoved her open palm into my stomach but I barely flinched. She jumped back, panic spreading in her jade eyes. That's what I wanted, I wanted to see fear in those fucking fearless eyes. I swung hard but she blocked, just like I wanted her too. I swiftly kicked her legs as she fell to the side. I caught her slammed her down into the ground, trees all around us shaking under the force. I laughed. She was already bruising which meant I was doing my job.

"What's wrong Butterbabe?" I purred, "I thought you liked sparing with me."

She lunged at me but I blocked all of her punches. She was swinging hard enough to break the sound barrier. My bones gave a little but I pushed her back. She skidded in the dirt and went to the special stance again. Fine, I would play her little game again. I lunged but she put out her left palm into my chest, half stopping me and brought her right fist into my face. I laughed and pushed harder with my legs, her arm shaking against my chest. I grabbed her arm and twisted hard, a satisfying snap echoed around us. She snarled and tried to free her arm, but I twisted harder, skin was starting to separate from muscle. She growled and bit her lip to keep from crying out.

"Why aren't you talking Buttercup? Cat got your tongue?"

She glared and me and used her right arm to free herself. She stared down at her arm, the skin was sagging, revealing muscle, and then looked towards me with glowing green eyes. I dodged several eye beams, and shot my own. I got her good in her hurt arm. She gritted her teeth, and when she looked at me her eyes looked a little different this time. The anger in them almost gone, hurt was clouding her rage. The kind of hurt you can only feel in your chest. My heart sunk into my stomach and I stepped forward to offer help but that thought died with the burning. The fucking burning in the back of my neck that spread up into my eyes and down my back into my arms.

"Why give up this power high? This great madness for a pathetic girl that can't keep up?" The deep voice in my head purred.

I thought for a moment. Why give up this feeling? This God like ecstasy that beat any high from any drug I had ever done. Even in the fleeting moments that I thought I fell in love. The voice was right, she was in the way. She couldn't run with me so she wasn't worth my time. She was always the fucking challenge, she was always the reason I couldn't get this feeling again. I was going to end her but first I wanted to have a little fun. I pounced and pinned half of her body to me. I dug my fingers into her burn and she bit her lip hard enough to cause it to bleed. I started to dig deeper, I could feel the muscle separating from the bone as I pulled. This time she screamed and I smiled. I loved hearing that sound, that high pitched howl that could make any man's knees shake.

"See, all I wanted to do was make you scream baby."