Ryan's POV
Sure, I felt real bad about the "trying to kill your human thing." But one day, he'll get over it. I think. I have a job to do, and he can't ignore my pain. I had it much worse than him. He has a mom. He has free will. He has everything I've ever wanted. But what does he do with it? He ignores it. I don't have family. I'm controlled by the person I hate the most. It just isn't fair.
I made my way to the adventurer. She was killing some sort of slime dragon. She was covered in slime now. She popped open the monster's heart. Compared to my experience, she looked like an ametur. I knew I would win. As a wolf, I crept up on her. I had figured out my plan.
Phase One had started...
I went up to her, looking as helpless as ever. I had turned into a husky. Fionna came to my rescue, as anyone would.
"Awww... what wappened to wo?" She was talking like a two-year-old. It was just pathetic. She was SUPPOSED to be a friggen' adventurer! She was SUPPOSED to be tough! I rolled my eyes.
"Fionna, girl, don't pick that thing up!" I growled at her companion, a cat. She came over and looked at me.
"Can we keep it? PLEASE?" Okay, first of all, I am not an 'it' or a thing.
"Fine, honey." She carried to her treehouse. It was so unusual. Shouldn't the adventurer carry the cat? Why does that cat stretch?
Once we got there, she put me on a rug. I sat there until they left. Then I morphed. I found a sword. Perfect. Then I hid. I would wait until the came back. Then surprise them. The blonde walked into the room, obviously not aware of my presence. I took in my surroundngs. Places to pin her up against, to disable her with. The stump of the tree would do. Ooohhh! There was a window perfect for throwing her out of.
I slowly crept up behind her, my sword raised.
Slowly, slowly...
"FIONNA, GIRL, COME ON UP HERE!" A certain cat yelled. Fionna whipped around, but I was able to shrink into the shadows. She never saw me.
I sighed in relief. Then I saw Marshall trying to float in the small, square window. I bit back a laugh when he got stuck in the window. He didn't see me either.
Then, Fionna came back down, saw Marshall's failed attempt to sneak in her tall treehouse, and laughed at him. She eventually fell down in a fit of laughter when Marshall got his butt stuck in the window. It was pretty funny. But, I was trained not to laugh at things like this.
Eventually, Marshall was free from the window's grasp, which earned a "Humph." from the adventurer.
"Hey, Fi, I gots somthin' important to tells ya!" He was nervous.
"What?" She was curious, and concerned, for she saw the worry in the vampire's eyes.
"Have you picked up any dogs, or seen any "helpless creatures" latley?"
"Yeah, I found a husky lying in the grass when I popped open a slime monster. Why?" She was unconcerned in every way.
"Did you take it here?" Marshall was outraged. He was ready to smack her.
"Yeah..." She was turning her face away form the King. If I did that, I would surley have a chair thrown at me...
"FIONNA? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?" Now he was screeching. It hurt my senitive ears, but I didn't move from my hiding place.
"What's wrong with helping a little dog?" She was outraged that he was screaming at her.
"WHAT'S-" He calmed himself down," What's wrong is that my mother sent an assassin here to kill you. She can take the shape of any form. I think she was that husky..." All she did was gasp. I smiled, still concealed by the shadows. I was taking the form of a human, only I was on to of their cabnets, and I was invisible.
"Okay, if she was that husky, she's in the treehouse, I don't know where she is in my house! And second, I can take her, if she was that dog."
Marshall chuckled. "Fi, I know your all tough and everything, but this one's better than me, WAY better. And I NEVER get my butt whopped,"
"Wow, beaten by a girl," She whispered to herself. I smilied at my hiding spot. Maybe I should let them know I'm here...before I kill the girl anyways...
"Do you know anything about her?" The blonde girl asked suddenly. Marshall looked sad for a moment.
"Maybe it's best if you didn't know..." He was depressed at the thougt of telling her my past.
"No. Marshall Lee. You will tell me all you know about this girl, and you will tell me now." She was serious, you could see it on her face.
"Okay. Fine. But don't get all mushy when I tell you, it's a sad story...
Her name is Ryan. She is a Wherewolf. She used to have a wonderful family, until my mother found her family and made "accidental" car crashes kill everyone except her. My mother then captured Ryan, forcing her to be her servant, and teaching her to never resist a beating by her when she's stressed or angry. My mother had destroyed two of my siblings out of frustration. She didn't want to destroy her last child. So she took out her anger on Ryan, since Wherewolves are indestructable. Ryan and I used to be best friends, until my mother took me away from her. Then she was my "stress ball". Or just a servant. My mother controlls her by using a collar that shocks her electrically when Ryan does something she doesn't like. Ryan is the head of our army, and the best in the fighting buisness. She teaches our soilders, and rides into battle with them. Mother won't tell me why she doesn't rebel against us, though I think it's something about an old friend of hers. She's sixteen. I think it's amazing that she hasn't been hurt or broken yet. And-maybe I shouldn't have told you..." Fionna looked like she was about to cry.
"No, no I wanted you to tell me. What does she look like?"
"She has blonde hair with brown highlights, blue eyes, usually wears a tank top and jeans with some Vans. She might have sunglasses and a "lucky necklace,'" I smiled, he knew so much about me. But my necklace was lucky. Then it hit me. He knew. He had known what had happened to my parents, but he didn't tell me. I didn't know what had happened until now. He had known all along.
Soon it was dark, and Marshall wanted to stay to protect her. He was going to sleep on the couch.
Marshall stopped Fionna before she could go upstairs. He walked over to her and brushed his lips against hers. I gagged. I wasn't here to watch people make out. I jumped down from my hiding spot. Marshall and Fionna were too busy hugging and enjoying eachother's company to notice me. I walked slowly halfway to them.
I was disguisted. "That's just disgusting. I didn't come here to watch you two hug on the sofa," I was heard clearly it seems, because they both turned to look at me. I was half morphed. I had a tail and wolf ears, but other than that, I was normal.
Fionna blushed, while Marshall was in shock.
"C'mon, guys. Don't be so shocked. I've been here for hours. Watching," I said snidley. (A/N: I hope that's a word...)
Marshall got up in a battle stance, and Fionna followed.
"Oh, how cute. The newly coupled couple are fighting together,"
Fionna lunged for me, but I did a tripple back flip and dodged the blow. Marshall swung his bass at me, but I disabled it by kicking the bass in the joint, so it automatically fell apart. Now Marshall was mad.
"Is wittle Marshy mad becawse I kicked his wittle bass?" I mocked.
His face was red, and I swear there was steam coming out of his ears. Fionna came at me, but I disabled her arms, by twisting them out of their original spots. They would come back to use in about an hour.
Fionna screamed in agony. She was frustrated that she couldn't use her arms. She slumped against the wall.
"Don't come at me or I'll disable your legs too," I told her sternly as she was about to try and fight me.
Marshall was distracted, and I took that to my advantage. I knocked him over and pinned him down. He struggled, but still couldn't get up.
"What do you have against me?" He noiced that I was a little angrier at him than at Fionna.
"You knew about my parents Marshall, but you didn't tell me. So here's to that," With that said, I head-butted him, and therefore knocked him out.
Then I went over to Fionna with the sword I had found earlier.
"Ple-Please don't kill me..P-Please.." I raised the sword, but immeadietly put it down.
I sighed. "I won't hurt you."
"Wh-Why?"
"Because, one, I see how much he cares about you, and, two, I think it's time I start rebeling against Marshall's mother," I tried to be nicer, but it kinda came off as cocky.
"Th-Thank you. What about my arms?"
"Oh, don't worry, you'll be able to use them in, oh, about two hours. Four at the most," I said casually.
"FOUR HOURS?" She screamed.
"Yup. Anyways, I'm gonna pour water over Marshall's head now so he'll wake up."
"Really, you're not afraid?"
"Nuh-uh. Why be afraid that he'll get in a fight with you if you know you can beat him?" I said satisfied with my words. I think I might come to like this Fionna girl.
(A/N: I don't own A.T. Alright, I had to stop there. I know it's late, but I couldn't think of what to write until know. Seriously, I've been writing for maybe 2-3 hours now... Anyways, I won't be writing for a while, 'cuz I'm going on vacation! Be the little blue button's friend and tell me what you thought!)
