Okay, I decided to do a second chapter after all. The second chapter came into my head and I just had to write it or I'd eat myself alive or rot. Either one is good.

Disclaimer: Don't own them. Don't ask. But that does prevent me from planning out their entire life.

"Oh Buttercup. Look at the lovely bunnies. Buttercup? Buttercup?" Bubbles has just discovered that Buttercup was no where to be found.

"Blossom, Buttercup's gone," Bubbles whimpered.

"Well of course," Blossom replied, "Buttercups aren't in bloom yet."

"They aren't? Oh!" Bubbles responded going about her merry way. Then it struck her like a brink. "Buttercup, our sister is gone!"

"No silly, Buttercup's right… Oh my god! She's gone!" Blossom panicked, "No need to panic. She probably went for a water break. Or not. O God. What will we do!"

"We can tell Miss Keane," Bubbles coolly suggested.

"Right. We can tell Miss Keane. Miss Keane!" Blossom and Bubbles reported the situation hoping that they can help before anything happens.

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Buttercup was flung inside a dark, damp room.

"The red one will soon be with you. Oh and don't try to break out of here. This room is surrounded by 9 ft thick titanium walls insulated by an electrolyte-magnetic heat sensors that will immediately shock you with 1,000 volts of electricity if you do so much as lean back on the walls to hard. And also it will sound an alarm that will alert anyone who is within 8 miles of this mansion. Any questions?" it said. Buttercup was very much puzzled by his words.

"Whatever," was her reply. It shrugged and proceeded to leave.

"Wait! Who's the…" she had started to ask but it had left locking the only way out behind it. "I guess I'll have to wait and find out."

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Miss Keane and the girls were no where close to finding out where Buttercup's location was.

"Girls," Miss Keane sighed, "It's getting late and we have to go back. I even got a call from an angry parent saying that they want to know where their children are that they're getting impatient. Buttercup is a super heroine. She can find her way back home."

Bubbles began to burst into tears. "Buttercup's gone forever. It would have been better if she had stayed home and died!"

"Buttercup's not gone forever. It's just like Miss Keane said, She'll come back." Blossom assured her.

"Like Little Bo Peep's sheep? Wagging her tail behind her?" Bubbles queried.

"Yeah like that," Blossom responded patting the crying Bubbles on her back, "She'll come back."

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Time flew by and by. Buttercup went from singing to counting to singing and counting until she was back to just singing again.

"Where never is heard a discouraging w…" Buttercup sang but was stopped in mid-song by the door creaking open. A faint light peered from beyond it. Freedom.

"No. No, go on. Sing. You have a pretty voice," Two huge red eyes said. This must be the red one, Buttercup thought. She finished the song not to anger him and because she was really freaked out by floating red eyeballs ( though she would not admit it ).

He applauded her before asking, "So what brings you here to my wonderful quarter of the mansion? Usually people ring the front door bell, not collide head first into the outside of my bedroom wall."

Buttercup found it hard to answer to two massive, bright red eyes but she obtained the courage to muster out, "I…I got l…lost."

"Hmm. People usually don't get lost here and as I previously stated, don't go careening head first into walls." The red one commented. "Well now since you're here I might as well keep you as my salve monkey."

Slave monkey. Puh-leeze, Buttercup thought. Those eyes are asking to be turned a different kind of red. Blood.

"Yes," he continued, "I heard some interesting things about you and your sisters from the traditional black and white papers. You all were on the front page. Yes?"

Buttercup crossed her arms and gazed at the eyes. She was soooo not gonna be no one's slave monkey.

"You'll make an excellent puppet. And with such an entertaining voice. You'll sing to me every night. Ooo and let's not forget during the day as well. You'll sing till your lungs burst or till the cows come home." The red one's eyes began laughing manically at her.

Buttercup couldn't take anymore. That was the absolute last straw. She charged full speed at him, anger boiling inside her. She was determined to tear him apart but some intangible force bounced her back, sending her sliding on the floor at the same high speed yet stopping her barely an inch from hitting the wall.

She was picked up by her neck (she does have a neck, right?) and held in front of the red one by apparently nothing. Buttercup twisted and squirmed and tried to get out of the invisible grasp, inevitably failing.

"I thought you were better than this. I adored you. I worshiped you, your sisters and the good you do for your community. Those newspapers certainly exaggerated your abilities. I'm disappointed in you. Tisk, tisk, tisk." He stated, the saddened eyes shaking from side to side. Buttercup was still held up in the air, obviously suffocating from a lack of air.

Suddenly, a loud female voice boomed around the room causing the red one to lose his concentration immediately dropping Buttercup to the floor.

"Briiick!" it shouted. Buttercup cringed and covered her ears. It added sweetly, "Please report to the front dining room. NOW!"

The red eyes rolled and vacated the room, grumbling but not before he threw a sly look to an extremely confused Buttercup.

"And don't go on grumbling about how you can't get to do anything in peace! You are only 7 years old and yet you feel that you own the place, Brick Chrysanthemum! March!" the voice added.

Brick? That name sounds dreadfully familiar, Buttercup thought. Then she noted that Brick had left her prison door wide open, revealing her much hoped for freedom.

I'm sorry to say this, but there's going to be a third chapter. Yeah. More pain and agony towards me. I obviously have nothing else to do with my pitiful life except study and we all know how much fun that is.