Ch. 2 First Impression

Their first impression. Shock. Not only did the girl's appearance appear identical to Butch, as well as their father, but they never would have stood in disbelief as a little girl stood, in a doorway, with such a powerful demeanor.

At first glance the image seen was a little, sweet thing. She was shorter if compared to the boys -despite her being in the same age group- and her hair stood on two ends along with a dress that was appropriate for a little girl. Yet she scowled. Her glare displayed an obvious irritation as her mean arms crossed over the green fabric clinging to her chest; her whole demeanor screamed, "Don't fuck with me."

Unfortunately the little girl, now, had a new oblivious mother who dismissed the girl's anger and immediately ran up to the girl, pinching her cheeks, "So adorable! Look Richard! Even her cheeks are pinch-able!"

The little girl's eye twitched, indicating that she was on the verge of a breaking point.

"Here sweetie, let me introduce you to your new brothers!" The giddy mother took the young girl's hand leading her toward the boy with crimson eyes, first.

Brick had awaited this moment, for now she would surly know her place in this world. He would ensure that he was the superior being and to diminish her by criticizing every flaw she-

Brick took a breath. His mind went blank as his eyes were greeted by hers, but they were nothing compared to the fuck'n shit green eyes that ran in his family. No. Her eyes were brighter, the light source that seemed to lighten the room. The eyes captured -no- trapped his mind.

Brick's previous thoughts were diminished, unable to focus his superiority; he was entranced by her emerald eyes.

"Brick!"

Snapping out of his trance, Brick began to realize his mother's soft yet loud voice calling out for him to talk to his new sister. Blinking back into reality, his crimson eyes re-scanned the girl, minus the image of her brighten emeralds.

"Hello," he pretended to acknowledge her in the most respectable manner, "I'm Brick Jojo, the eldest. It'll be a pleasure having a new member join the family, um..."

"Buttercup," replied the boy's father.

"Buttercup," Brick complied with a bow.

Her gaze was intense. Even after the crimson eyed brother already analyzed her, she resembled his younger brother, Butch, way too much, except for the emeralds. Her emeralds. The only intriguing feature that, in Brick's opinion, sought to be superior in every possible way.

Caught up in his own thoughts he was unaware of Buttercup moving down the line to the boy with blond locks.

"Boomer," their mother signaled.

Now Boomer was completely oblivious when it came down to it. If one of his brothers were to be angry, or clearly bothered by his presence, he wouldn't get it until physical force was upon him.

He beamed. Butch's new target, he thought happily engulfing her in a hug. "I'm Boomer! I'm so happy you are here," his replacement, "I just knew I'd love having a sister!" His new target.

Unaware of her body shaking, he released her. Beaming so widely he didn't notice her fist clenching even tighter than before.

All Boomer noticed was Butch's sheer delight in having another person to use for his happy moods. Which meant no more beat-downs, no more... Well anything, but having to hear her whine and cry, much like he did when it happened.

The boy's mother desperately tore Buttercup's clearly enraged state from Boomer, and ended at Butch.

Butch couldn't stop the obvious delight coursing through his body. He didn't care if the whole room could feel it, clearly seeing the crazed look in his eyes.

Not that it seemed to scare his new little sister. The little bitch didn't fear him, in fact, when placed right in front of him not only did her demeanor seem to dare challenge him but the bitch managed to replicate her face into looking like his. His.

That bitch, the wicked thoughts coursed through Butch's mind, I'ma beat the me out of her.

Butch was pissed. That bitch didn't back down at his demeanor. The crazy one, who would be in a bliss at the idea of being alone with her, "Buttercup." He spoke low when no one paid attention to him. Her name was new, foreign to his tongue. He was going to make Buttercup pop before his mother left the room.

"Um..." their mother was hesitant when going to Butch. "Say hi... Butch."

"Hi, Butterbu-"

"Cup!" His mother, already aware of his intentions, noted to avoid her son of any further mocking by ending it all together.

Butch snickered upon hearing Buttercup's teeth grinding against each other in sheer rage. Her eyes weren't menacing, unlike his, but more of a nuclear toxin sort. Deadly.

Dismissing the thought. No way this bitch going to one up him. Not in his house.

After introductions, the boy's parents began to go fix themselves for an important dinner, while the little girl just stood there.

Completely enraged.

The boys watched her, until their father reappeared.

Their father was a big man, so all stared up at him.

"We'll be back boys," He glanced at his new daughter, "And Buttercup."

As their mother headed out the door, "Bye kitties," she gave all of them a quick peck. Even Buttercup, who seen by a trained eye could be considered a normal little girl upon receiving a gentle kiss from a motherly figure. However, she was far from normal.

"Don't worry we'll be back! Brick's in charge!"

Once the door shut, Butch took action.

To be continued...