This is gonna sound weird but I got the idea for this story from Eminem's song Sing For The Moment…good song check it out. OH AND REVIEWS PLEASE!!!!

Him wanted to raise him to be evil but he wasn't ready to be a father, he didn't understand the mind of a child and now he raised him to be worse than hell itself.

He started to grow up, year and year growing angrier, twitching more and more with anger towards everyone, his brothers, citizens of Townsville, monsters, the Mayor, classmates and any other living thing.

It started with the way he expressed himself through clothing and style. His ears pierced, his pants sagging halfway down his ass, his hat turned backwards and tattoos on his back, arms and neck.

Along with his wardrobe came the attitude. He never smiled, he didn't show fear, he didn't show sadness, he always had a straight serious face. Walking around with his headphones blaring loud rap music, so he could block everyone out and be in his own world. If you dared to look at him the wrong way you'd end up in a hospital before you could even blink.

Him thought he would enjoy watching his son growing eviler and darker day by day but he didn't like it. He started talking back, acting up, causing trouble wherever he went. Not only causing chaos in town but bringing back home. Beating his brothers until they gave in, until they begged for mercy. Him would discipline his son but he'd just block him out. Him resorted to physical discipline but Butch fought back.

Him was done with his attitude. He had no time for a trouble maker, so he sent him to Mojo. After a week with Butch, Mojo flipped and smacked Butch across the face. Butch socked him back and broke his nose. Mojo was impatient and kicked him out.

Now he roams the streets and hangs in the gang neighborhoods. A fifteen year old with nowhere to go. He's so cold and he doesn't care. He doesn't need friends he believes fear is better than love. No one double crosses him.

That is no one but Buttercup. She had no fear when she's around him, it's as if she still sees him as the young five year old he was when they met. When he enters a room or place everyone scatters making sure not to get into his way but she goes out of her way TO get in his way, she likes making him mad. She likes pissing him off, she enjoys fighting him. No matter what he can't seem to intimidate her.

One night they were fighting and Butch pulled out a gun hoping to finally give Buttercup the chills, to scare her, to intimidate her, to win this everlasting war! Buttercup scoffed at him when he held the gun to her head. She wasn't nervous, somehow she knew he wouldn't pull the trigger but she was tempting him too, she was edging him on, she was testing him. She knew him to well.

"Go ahead pull the trigger, see if I care. Use your weapon on a defenseless teenage girl, that'll definitely make you a man."

She didn't shake, she didn't stutter, she didn't care if he was a bad ass or a problem child, she didn't fear anyone.

That's the reason Butch fell hard for her. A girl that never shows fear, a girl that can handle his emotional outbursts and still enjoy talking to him.