I was sitting on my bed flipping through the book. There was so much information, about the people in my family. The member that stood out the most was Ed. He was rejected from my family yet he demanded the thrown, which he never got. It was rightfully his through birthrate, but he gave that up when he made the ultimate sacrifice. He made a deal with the devil. You can commit treason, you can have an affair, you can kill your own kind, but you never NEVER make a deal with the devil. In this case the deal was to give the soul of the next Ultimate to him in exchange for immortality...

Ultimates were people who had last power. They could do everything. See the future, manipulate your thoughts, move things with their mind and greatest strength... Ultimates are only born through the royal bloodline every 80 years. I'm the third Ultimate in my family. I put the book down as I tried to connect the dots in my head..

My soul is the one Ed sold...All along Ed was out to kill me... I sat the book down on my bed and began to pace through my room. Too much is going on. This is too much fo one person to handle. I sat down on my head and let my head fall into my hands. Why me? Why do I always have death at my door? Why can't my life just be how it was suppose to be? I suddenly stopped pacing as I remember that the book has your destiny written in it. I picked it up from my bed and flipped through the pages... As I got closer to the end of the book, I saw nothing but blank pages. "Where's my destiny?" As if a response to my question, the book's pages started to flap rapidly then the pages seized.

I looked at the page it landed on and dropped the book from my hands. I saw 3 pictures but no words... One picture was me with my sisters, i have no idea what that meant.. We were standing together in glory. The second. The second was a photo of and what looked like, Butch and I laying dead. Yet, we're holding hands in an awkward and uncomfortable position. The third photo was the one that was most disturbing... Butch and I were standing together. HIs hand was wrapped around my waist. The part that got me was. I was wearing a gorgeous mint wedding dress and he was wearing a matching suit. I kicked the book, trying to get it farther away from me. The farther away is it, the farther away those thought will go. I looked around my room. Well it technically wasn't my room, but I felt a certain kind of serenity here. However this isn't home. I need to get out, who know what Ed has planned. He's probably watching me now. Perv. I need to get out of here. Away.

I can't go home, because I can't face my sisters. I know too much and they know nothing, it's not right. But where? Where should i go? I pushed the question away, as I began to pack my things. As I closed my last suitcase, a suddenly felt tears hit my eyes... why am I crying? Then it hit me, I could die as any given time now. Death is waiting for me, waiting for the right time. I have to find a way to reverse this. It's either my life or his... I wonder whose gonna make it. I sat on the suitcase i just closed and went deep into thought. Where are you gonna go, Buttercup? As if I answered myself, something in me said Butch. It felt as if my body was moving on its own and my brain had no say. I grabbed some bags and left the house. I put the bags in the trunk of one of my other cars and walked across the street. As if they knew I was coming, Boomer opened the door. "I had this strange feeling that you were coming..."

"something in me told me to come. Can I come in?" He looked like he was debating with himself on the question, but he opened the door wider. I walked it in and the smell of food instantly hit me. "Looks like that something calling me was my stomach!" Boomer chuckled and closed the door behind me.

"I was in the middle of making pasta."

"You cook?"

"If I didn't, we wouldn't eat. Glad you came, I could use extra help. You mind?" He walked to the kitchen, I followed.

"Not if I can stay for dinner". Boomer replied with a smile and began to give me directions. I was making the sauce.

"So how did your bet with Butch go?"

"I kicked his ass, but he would never tell you that."

"Funny he said the exactly same thing about you."

"He wishes he could beat me! I'm Buttercup Utonium, no one can beat me. Remember that" He chuckled while continuing.

"If I didn't know any better, I would say you like Butch"

"Well I could say the same about you and my sister" I think I saw him blush...

"She is kinda cute, but way out of my league."

"Why would you say that?" He shrugged his shoulder in response. I watched Boomer as he kneaded the pasta. He had model-type features. Tall and muscular yet lanky and lean. Perfect blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. The perfect poster boy, honestly. Boomer caught me looking at home and winked at me, playfully.

"Enough about her. So what have you been up to lately?"

"Well I'm moving out. Well no, my house is being fumigated. After this I have to check into a hotel" I may not being working for Ed, but I still felt I had to keep an eye on these guys.

"Nonsense, you will stay with us."

"No, I don't think i should intrude."

"No intrusion at all. I know this may sound strange but I feel this close connection with you. Nothing romantic but I feel like we could really become best friends.". I gave a small smile.

"After all I've been through today, that doesn't sound strange at all"