Recently I gave my friends a heat attack, destroyed my room, ate a bunch of marshmallows, accidentally cussed in front of my dad, and heard three days grace on the radio. Twice.

So... here's chapter 3.

Finn POV (I think most of this will be in his Point Of View)

I woke up with a light blue blanket draped across me. Someone must have come in over night.

I sat up and look around. I was alone. Was I moved? Was Marceline moved? I walked over to the door and knocked on it. Not that any one could hear me, but I thought someone might be standing behind the door with a key. Sure enough only moments after I knocked, the door swung open. "You're awake. Come with me." The white coated man grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up a few stairs and into a new room. This one was different. Inside was a table, four chairs, and... my parents.

"Finn!" My mom jumped up from her chair and pulled me into a hug. My dad walked over and hugged me too. I felt uncomfortable hugging the people who sold me to a home for the crazy. So I pulled away, and my parents frowned. "Don't touch me when you sent me here. I hate it here." My mom reached for me, but I took a step back. "I don't want your pity." I mumbled. My mom looked heat broken. "Finn you do not talk to your mother like that." My dad tried to sound stern. Its hard since I know him as my fun-loving 24/7 happy dad.

"I was taught to treat family with respect, BUT WHY DID YOU SEND ME HERE!? Is this your way of showing 'respect' to me!?" I was angry. Nothing anyone would day or do can calm me.

By now my mother is crying and my father is confused with my actions. I was crying and confused too. But not like they were. I was crying hot, angry tears and my confusion was for why they were here. I was glaring and if they moved an inch towards me I would go on a rampage. Lucky for them the didn't move.

An unfortunate doctor decided to walk in.

"If you can't handle live communication I better take you back to you're room." I spun around and sneered at the man in white. "I don't want to go back to that hell hole of solitude!" I flipped overt the table and picked up a broken leg to defend myself. More doctors came in to try and knock me back into my senses. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" I jabbed the wooden table leg at the idiotic psychologists. "Calm down boy, we're here to help." They inched forward.

I screamed at them. Then I dropped to the floor and banged the stick against the carpeted ground. "I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANY OF YOU! I WANT TO KILL YOU Aallll..!" My voice shook from my tears. I pulled my knees up to my chest and my shoulders shook as I cried.

I heard the door open and a foot nudge my side. "Finn?" I know that voice. It's Marceline. I lifted my head and saw her, once again, in a straight jacket. "The adults are gone. Can you talk to me?" I lunged towards her and wrapped my arms around her neck, giving her a tight hug. "Why were they here?" I sobbed into her shoulder. "They wanted to see how we'd react. I was brought to my dad in a different room. The second I saw him, I lashed out. That's why they put me back in restraints. I guess I really do need them..." She sighed.

"Stop acting like that."

"But you've seen what I can do. I even look like I could kill anyone in a second."

I put my hands in her shoulders. "I like it when you show your darker side. That's what makes you awesome." She shook her head a pulled away, falling back a bit. "That's only part of what I'm capable of. You should see me when I'm really crazy. If it wasn't for me being only 10 at the time, I would've been imprisoned." I sighed while I messed with a buckle on the straight jacket. "Marceline I know you're a good person. But I don't know why I'm the only one who thinks so." She looked close to tears.

"There were some people that were like you. Making me feel like I'm ok. But they're all... gone." I stared wide eyed at her. "You mean they moved to a different place or-?"

"No you idiot!" Marceline yelled. "They're dead! I killed them!" Her voice shook. "I didn't mean to. But I lost it and they didn't know it would happen. I was only 10." This is what she was talking about earlier. "My only friends were at my house. My mom was there too. Most of what happened is still as a blur to me, but I remember two of the girls looking at their phones, laughing. When they showed me was so funny, it turned out to be a picture of me on the school website. People were making insults about me and calling me 'the devil's daughter'. I knew my dad could be a bit... 'evil' at times, but I didn't deserve that. My friends laughed and said 'hey ya know it's actually really true'." She made her voice high pitched and annoying in an attempt to imitate them. "After that I... killed them all. My mom came in to see what was going on and I swung a bat at her face. The side of her skull I hit got smashed in. But I didn't mean to hurt her. My dad got home a few minutes later. By then people had called the police. My dad was arrested because they thought he killed them. Everyone figured I would have been next. I spent the next 3 years of my life in a foster home, until my dad finally came and took me home. Or kidnapped me more like. I didn't wanna go back with him. I spent two years trying to escape, but now I'm here..." Buy now she was crying. Full on crying. I tried to comfort her, but without her arms to hold me back I felt weird. "Its alright Marcy, all the bad things I've done are all a blur to me too. Hell, I don't remember any of it. At all. But we won't be here forever. We'll find a way out."

She shook her head, still crying. "Why are you so STUPID?! DON'T YOU SEE THERE IS NO WAY OUT?! WHILE EVERYONE ELSE IS BUSY WORRYING ABOUT YOU, I'M GETTING NOTHING BUT WORSE!" She struggled against the straps of the straight jacket. I stood up, slowly backing away. "Control yourself. This isn't you, I know it isn't. Be strong and fight your fears!" She scowled at me. "I don't have fears! Fears are for things that haven't seen what real life is, what suffering is, or what happens when you kill four people!"

I looked around frantically for something I could use to protect myself. The table leg still lay beside me. My hand went straight forward. "I told you. Control. Your. Self." At hearing this comment, Marceline frowned and slowly opened her mouth. "No." Was her simple answer. An evil smile crept across her lips and she began walking towards me.

I'm screwed.


I know that was kind of a short chapter, but I wanted to save most of Marceline's crazed state of being for later.