Duuuuude WHAT?! I actually updated a day after the first chapter!? :O I know, I know, I must be diseased...
Anywaaay
Please tell me what chu think about this chapter/story because I live off reveiws... If I don't get any I will die ;-;
DON'T LET ME DIE!
Marshall: *whispering to Fionna* What is wrong with her?
Fionna: *whispers back* No idea...
Marshall *still whispering* Probably mad cow disease...
Author: You know I can kill you both with a touch of a button right?
Marshall & Fionna: O.O
Author: Without further adieu... Chpater 2:
Fionna's POV
"God dammit… fine" I hear him say, then the line goes dead.
Feeling the warm tear run down my cheek, I wipe it away quickly. I don't like crying, especially
around other people.
"Alright, final call done. You're coming with me" grumbles the police officer, snatching the phone out of my hand
"W-wait what? Where? Aren't I innocent?"
"I can't make any promises" he says, grabbing my by my arm and pulling me up from the cold, plastic seat.
My arms thrashed around, trying to break free from his tight grasp. Twisting them this way and that. His grasp becomes even tighter.
"No! Let me go you over-sized monkey!"
I felt his nails digging into my skin. Pain shooting up my arm.
As I try to scream again, I feel his sweaty hand clamp over my mouth.
"Shut it!" He shouts "And calm down!"
Multiple police officers are crowding around now. Limiting any way of escaping.
Everything is getting darker. I can feel my eyes closing, body shutting off. Gazing down at my arm, I see a needle sticking out of my arm.
Then everything went black.
I wake up with a jolt, my body shaking. I'm not sure if it was from the fear, of the cold. Probably both.
I had no idea where I was. Judging by the hard concrete walls, probably some cell.
"Great" I mumble.
Running my fingers through my soft blond hair, I try to remember what had happened.
I don't really think I want to…
A couple of hours had passed since I rang Marshall. I guess he wasn't coming. So.. do I just stay here until I die? What will happen? I don't want to stay here! Oh god I'm never going to see cake again o-or Bubba o-or
"Fionna…"
My head jolts up. Standing outside of the steel bars was a familiar pair of dark eyes staring at me.
"Marshall!"
I jump up and run over to the bars.
"Please get me out of here! I'll explain everything, just please" I mumble, hanging my head in shame.
Marshall glances over at the police officer standing close by and raises an eyebrow. The police officer rolls his eyes and walks over to the lock.
I run my hair through my now knotted blond hair, getting stuck in a few places.
The cell door swings open, and standing there is Marshall. His messy jet black hair looking very bed-head like, eyes looking slightly tired. We stood there awkwardly for a couple of minutes when the police officer grumbled
"I don't have all day, get out"
Quickly realizing that, I stumble out of the cell.
"T-thanks"
"No problem bunny"
*Disclaimer* I've never been to the police station so I acutally don't know exactly what would happen... This is just mah imagination running wild...
Marshall: You know it costed a shit ton to bust you outta jail right?
Fionna: I don't really care
Marshall: Dude! That's my money!
Fionna: Oh your money? What were you going to spend it on? Vodka and stale bread?
Marshall: What I was going to use it on is none of you-
Author: SHUT UP!
Marshall & Fionna: ...
Author: See what I have to work with?
Marshall & Fionna: See what we have to work with?
Author: My finger is INCHES away from the "kill" button..
Marshall: O.O
Fionna: *whispers to reader* You know... the only way to save us is... for you to leave a reveiw... please don't let us die...