Adventure Time: Dying Twilight

Chapter 1

As a man of twenty-two with somewhat long unkept blood red hair and green eyes was walking in a large canyon, four young men surrounded him. The four men stopped as one of them began to speak,

"Well, well, what do we have here? What's with the Jap sword, are you some kind of wandering swordsman wanna-be or what?"

"You sure this guy isn't a chick? All that hair on 'em has me guessing," said one of the other men that surrounded the red head.

"His sure is an ugly one if he is," answered another of the four.

"Man, I don't care if she's ugly, as long as I can put my…"

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm a guy and I don't sling that way and my hair is not that long. So, do you four mind moving out of my way?"

Three of the four men jumped at the sound of the red head's voice, as the three forgot about him as they were arguing about the number of holes a woman has. The one that seemed to be the leader of the four answered while keeping eye contact with the red head,

"Well you see, you my friend aren't going anywhere. It's been a while since my friends and I had something to eat and I see you a good bit of stuff that pack you got there, so…"

"It's fire wood not food, you dumbass bandit."

"Oh, looks like we done found a self-righteous prick who thinks he's better than everyone else," the leader of the four yelled as he started to quickly walked up to the red head and putting a pistol up in his face continuing, "Listen up you little shit, you best choose your next words carefully or blow your brains out!"

"I would suggest that you put the gun away before you and your friends get yourselves killed."

The angered leader of the group started to pull the trigger of the gun, when in a flash the red headed man removed the katana that hung horizontally at the back of his hip and sliced through the man's arm and neck. One of the remaining three came at the red head with a large wrench. The red headed man dodged by jumping to an almost inhuman height into the air, keeping his sword in his left hand in a underhand style as his put his right hand a few inches from his face. To the three men below him, it seemed that he was screaming into his hand even though there was no sound coming from him. The red head pushed his right hand toward the man with the wrench, sending out a sound wave that crushed the man and the ground under him, leaving a crater where the man was and a large dust cloud over the area. One of the last two men tried to see through the dust and heard the screams of the other before the sound of steel cutting through flesh silenced him. The last of the bandits then saw a pair of green eyes in the dust cloud; they were filled with pleasure from the earlier kills, not from the death of the bandits but from the pain and fear that the bandits felt when they died. As last bandit tried to get away, he started crying for mercy, only to meet the same fate same the other three. The blood red haired man quickly brought the katana to his side, getting the blood off it, and returning it to its olive green sheath. The man's green eyes now filled with grief over killing the bandits and not giving them one last chance to change, as he began to continue his journey once again.

After a few hours of walking, the man stated talking to himself,

"Why is it that everyone I meet now either wants to eat me, rob me, kill me, and/or rape me? And why am I talking to myself, am I really going that craz… Hey, there's someone up ahead, sweet algebraic human interaction!"

Finn woke to find himself in a large canyon; he could feel that he was seventeen again. He also found that he was wearing blue jeans, his old blue t-shirt, his father's greenish blown cloak, and one of his old awesome bear hats, which he then pushed down so it looked like a hood would pushed down. He also found his family demon blood sword lying on the ground next to him. He picked it up, thinking about his fake life and what Stormo said, and brought it to his throat to keep him from having to losing all his loved ones again. He was about to slit his throat when someone grabbed the blade of the sword yelling,

"What the math do you think you're doing?"

Finn looked at the person who grabbed the blade of his sword and saw himself when he was thirteen, but when he blinked Finn saw it was a twenty-two year old man with slightly long unkept blood red hair and green eyes. He wore dark blue jeans, a grey t-shirt with purple shoulders that looked like shoulder armor in the away the color sat on the mainly grey shirt, and had a katana with an olive green and dulled gold hilt in an olive sheath hanging horizontally at the back of his hip, so he could wield it in his left hand in a under hand style. The man asked again,

"What the math do you think you're doing? Give me that!"

The man snatched the sword away from Finn, who saw that the man's hand was starting to bleed from gripping the sword blade harder. Finn was about to say something when the man yelled at him,

"Don't you dare give me some self-pity bullshit about how life is so curl to you or how the world would be better off without you or…"

"Fine, I won't fucking kill myself, just give me back my sword, asshole!"

"You really think I'm going to give someone who just tried to kill himself his sword back because he said he wasn't going to kill himself? I'll give it back after I'm sure you won't kill yourself."

Finn was going to argue more but decided to humor the man. Seeing that it was getting dark the man slung his blown worn-out backpack that looked like it was once a different color before it faded and became blown form all the dirt and mud that got on it, and started pulling out pieces of wood. The man then pulled out some flint and a knife and made a fire before taking out two lizards, putting each on its own stick, and started to cook them. He looked at Finn and asked,

"So, you got a name?"

"Aren't you supposed to give your name first before asking someone for theirs?"

"I saved your life so I think I'm aloud to ask before giving mine."

"Well I didn…," Finn sighed and continued, "My name's Finn, Finn The Human."

"Good, nice to meet you, Finn The Human, even if your middle and last name are a little strange. My name is Marshall Lee Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz Gumbigobilla Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andres Charton-Haymoss Ivanovicci Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser The Third Van Dan Wesson Noble, but you can just call me Marshall."

Finn looked at the Marshall and asked, "And you say I have a strange name?"

"So, why were you trying to kill yourself, Finn?"

"You'll just think I'm crazy and beside it's a long story."

"I've got time and I'm sure your story isn't that crazier than mine."

As Marshall asked, Finn told him everything from his seventeenth birthday to the Cosmic Owl flying at him after Stormo told him about Goliad. He also told Marshall that he did not want to go through seeing everyone die again. Marshall had a dumbfound look on his face and asked,

"No offense to the people who are, but are you retarded?"

"I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

"I believe you, but the whole 'I don't want to see my loved ones die again' thing is just stupid! You're getting a second chance to save them and with the skills of a weapons master! I would give anything just to get the second chance!"

Finn looked at Marshall and saw that he meant what he was saying and not just giving some anti-suicide speech. Finn then asked,

"So, why are you out here?"

Marshall looked at Finn with anger in his eyes, not at Finn but something he made him think about, and said,

"I'm hunting down the Vampire King."

Marshall then changed the subject by talking about his past. He talked about all the adventures he and a girl he wouldn't tell the name of went on. He also talked about his katana, which he named Kiba, and how he found it in an old pawnshop. Finn told him about his sword and his family. After Marshall couldn't think of anything to talk about he just sat and stared at the fire. He looked up when Finn stretched out his hand and said,

"Well, Marshall Lee Van Dan Wesson Noble, I, Finn The Human, will help you with this algebraic of righteous quest."

For a second Marshall saw a flame of life in his eyes before they went back to the dead blue they were when we met and said, "Mathematical! But you're still not getting your sword back yet."

Finn gave a sigh of defeat before quietly yelling,

"Damn it!"

Well, that's it for the first chapter of the second part of Blood of the North Wind saga. I hope you guys liked it and review. Hopefully, I'll have the next chapter, which will start Finn's family's part of the story, up in a day or two. Oh, and tell me what ya'll think of Marshall Noble. Who ever knows where most of Marshall's name came from gets a cookie.