Fiolee: The Fight
"Cake, I'm not going," I told her for the hundredth time.
"Girl, you're going if I have to drag you," she replied.
It was useless. Cake was set, and insisted I attend Prince Gumballs science whatever. The thing was, PB wants to go out, and there's no way I'd dump my boyfriend for him.
"Ca-ake, "I started to whine.
"Fiona! You left that boy hangin' when you turned him down last time. You need to make amends."
"But I'm not interested!" I insisted.
"I know, but don't you want to be friends?" she said, turning me around.
With a lot of grumbling on my part, we stepped out the door of our treehouse. I was about to jump on Cakes' back when an excited chill went up my spine.
"Marshal?"
A cold hand pulled my white hat off.
"Marshal!" I spun around to find him floating ten feet off the ground, holding my hat.
We'd been going out for a month now, ever since he'd kidnapped Cake and gotten me to believe he was dying. He blew it though, when he tried to get me to admit I loved him. I was beyond angry that he was dying and was still trying to mess with me. When I found out he was fine, I flung myself at him. The funny thing was, he thought it was a hug until he realized that I was trying to strangle him. Taken by surprised, he didn't react until I'd gotten some good kicks at his knees. Then he'd chuckeld. I wouldn't talk to him for a week after, when he'd taken me on a date. We've been a couple ever since.
"What's wrong, Fi? Vampire got your hat?" he teased, waving it an inch out of my reach.
"Give it back Marsh!" I scolded, jumping. It sucks to be the weakest species in Aah.
Finally, he came down and I snatched the hat from him, tucking my waist-length blond hair into it.
Slipping an arm around my waist, he asked,"So, you're into science now?"
I wasn't surprised he knew. He often spies on me. It's annoying and flattering.
"You abuse invisibility, you know," I told him.
"Is there any good way to use it?"
I rolled my eyes.
"Well, me and Fiona gotta go," urged Cake. She still was angry about the kidnapping incident.
"Yeah, Marsh," I said.
"Alright, see you later," Yeah, but I wouldn't be seeing him.
"Don't come," I said firmly.
"I won't be any trouble to his majesty tonight," his red eyes glowed a little brighter for a second.
He still hadn't promised, but I figuredthat's as close as he'd get.
"Alright, let's get goin'!" Cake said, growing to twenty feet.
"Up you go," Marshal said, scooping me up and placing me on Cakes back. Then he disappeared.
We arrived in the candy kingdom, welcomed by the sweet smells of sugars.
We entered the castle, to find tons of scientists crowded together, talking in words I couldn't understand.
"Fiona! Cake!" a voice called from the center of the room.
"Hey PB,"I said.
"It's been a long time," he said, giving me a hug. Oh jeez, I could hear him smelling my hair.
"So, what's this all about?" I asked.
"I've been working on a new invention," he said, gesturing towards a large gun-like thing in on a stage near the left wall, "I'm hoping to get it appraised."
"What's it do?"
"It's an absolute break through! I found that the combination of zanoids and pole hydrate theorem can create mental fusion," he shot into a long talk that I listened to and nodded at the appropriate times, not understanding much of it.
I found myself doing that most of the night, nodding and uncomprehending. Speeches were given. Finally, it came to the judge's decision.
Prince Gumball stood before them, next to his machine. I again understood little of what they said, other than that they liked it, and appraised it.
Afterwards, most of the scientists left, and it was just me and Gumball- Cake had left to chat with some "smart cookies".
"So, how do you like it?" he asked.
His machine? "It's great."
"You don't know what it is, do you?" he said, grinning.
"Hey, you're the one who invited me," I said, smiling back sheepishly.
"It's a Molecular Transporter," he said," it can take any object, and send it to a different place. Or, it can take an object, and bring it to its current area," he explained.
"Oh," I said. It was probably my most used word tonight.
"But I didn't invite you so I could explain physics to you," he said, his eyes turning forlorn.
"Yeah,"
"Fiona, what are you doing with a vampire? They're dangerous! I could make you happy, Fi. I could treat you right,"
"Prince Gumball, I-"
"Don't tell me you love him!" he said, angrily.
"Gumball!" I shouted.
He stopped his rant, shocked by my suddenly furious tone.
"I won't… I don't want to be with you," I said softly now," I love him, PG,"
"But you love me too," he whispered.
"PG, we'll always be friends," I was begging him now.
"But I want to be more," he said, and then he kissed me.
When we broke apart, I was so shocked I didn't say anything for a moment. He started to grin. I slapped him hard, finally.
"Fiona-"
He stopped suddenly and looked over my shoulder.
I turned slowly, already guessing what I'd find. A pare of red irises staring at us. They'd be invisible, normally. I guess Marshals anger was so high they couldn't help but glow like the grounds of the Nightosphere.
"How dare you?" he hissed, now his whole body was visible, and growing into the barely concealed monster that was always inside him.
"Marsh, I didn't-," but he wasn't looking at me.
His eyes burned into the staggered figure of the candy ruler behind me.
A low hiss came from between Marshals teeth, with it came crimson steam.
"Run, Gumball!" I shouted, knowing the monster was about to spring.
I heard his footsteps fade from the room. PB was never a fighter.
` The bat like creature, now seven feet, began to tear at he ceiling. He was going to PG tower. Surely the Prince had run there, it was where he could command his Banana Guard most easily.
"No!" I screamed. The beast still preceded to tear at he ceiling.
With no other choice, I charged my boyfriend, sword drawn.
When my sheath dug into his calf, he shrieked in agony. I winced. I couldn't win this fight, and even if I could, morally, I'd be ruined.
Now he climbed up a level, easily digging a hole in the thin. roof. Cake was here now, hoisting me up. She needn't ask what had happened. She'd warned me about this many times
Now we were in the parlor, I could see Marsh smashing down the hallway.
We chased him up the whole castle. Surprisingly, I only had a few scratches and bruises. I was lucky, today.
But we were to slow, much to slow to beat the beast before it made it to the tower.
When we made it to the tower, PB was up against a wall. Marshal slowly made its way toward him.
A claw rose, and I ran.
I made it in front of the prince before he was hurt.
Just in time for my love to slice my chest open, and to black out.
Murky voices slip into the darkness. All are worried and crying.
I open my eyes with a gasp. I'm lying on the hard wooden floor. Prince Gumballs face is inches from mine.
"Fiona?" he gasps.
'Where's Marsh?" I ask, and a pain flashes through me with the effort.
"Fiona!" his voice reaches me, faintly.
Then his face is there.
"I'm so sorry, Fi!" tears run down his face, and drip onto me.
I want to say something. To tell him that it's not his fault. I should have known this would happen, eventually.
"She's going now," someone whispers. Cake.
She's right. I feel like I'm looking through a tunnel. I can't feel my body.
"I'll get you back," he promises, and then I'm gone.
I'm floating, or swimming. I don't know. Things drift by me, murky things that remind me of clouds.
I stay like this for a few seconds, or maybe years. It feels never ending. It's not exactly uncomfortable, but it's not bliss.
Someone is panting. They're dry, exhausted breaths.
"Marshal?" someone asks.
"Yeah," he gasps.
"Did you get her back?" it's Gumball.
"She said she would be back," he answers. That's odd- they're not fighting.
Then I open my eyes, and the room is shockingly sharp, after the murkiness.
"Fi!"
I turn, and see them all crowded to my right. Marshal is collapsed between Gumball and Cake, breathing hard.
"What happened?" I ask. Shouldn't I be dead?
"I got you back." He says, avoiding my gaze.
I sit up wearily, and lean toward Marshal.
"What did you do?"
He blinks tears from his now dull red eyes- the color of bricks.
"I went to my mother, and asked for her to give you your life back," he said, looking at me intently.
I remembered the inescapable heat of the Nightosphere, and the darkness surrounding Zabadear- Marshals mom.
Later, Marshal climbed through my window, while Cake was dead to the world.
"What are you doing?" I whispered to him.
` "Fiona, you should break up with me," he said, so quietly I could barely hear it.
No! I would have said it out loud, but his hand covered my mouth automatically.
"Fiona, I'm bad, really bad. You're still pure, It's not to late for you," his eyes were pleading.
I pushed his hand away, and climbed silently out of bed, to the floor where he was kneeling.
"I'm not pure Marshal," I said, climbing into his lap.
"Yes, you are," he insisted.
"Everything I do is revenge," I said, stopping him.
Silence.
"What do you mean?" he asked, uncomprehending.
I looked at him sullenly.
"My parents are dead, Marsh,"
"You don't know that," he said softly.
"But you do,"
He sighed, "You can't avenge them,"
"But I try. Every bit of good I do, it's to make them proud. It's to make it up to them, for being too weak to protect them when…" I couldn't finish.
"That's hardly a sin," he reminded me.
"Is it?" I asked.
He had nothing to say.
"So, what you need to know is, I'm not pure,"
