This was supposed to go in the last chapter...oops so read it and then go onto the next chapter. Read the bottom of the last chapter if it helps.
I felt the claws dragging slowly down my arm, slicing through muscle sinew and tendons like butter. I screamed in pain. What was he doing, this was supposed to be quick, dead in less than ten seconds with no pain. Or maybe he was going to drag it on make me feel the pain of each blow. Tears threatened my eyes. I didn't want to die, let alone suffer.
Where was my knight in shining armor? More importantly where was Marshall?
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I was hot. It was too hot. Was I … you know where. I started to panic; I never really did anything bad, other than steal Cake's yarn she used for knitting to make into awesome string puppets that turned into awesome string tangles.
And that one time I punched that kid in the face.
And that one time I punched the old dude in the face.
And the one time I punched the middle aged mom in the face.
They all deserved it, I mean who stands on the edge of a field and watches kids run around with a ball. That is creepy!
Oh, and that onetime I punched that fish in the face.
Well maybe I did do a little bit of wrong things, but since when did punching suspicious people and fish count as a bad thing.
It got hotter and hotter until cold seemed to splash on me.
I jolted up, soaking wet and now cold. About twenty wool blankets were piled on top of me and I could barely breathe, or sit up.
My eyes met two black ones. Marshall was right in front of me hovering over the bed. Wait hovering?
"Marshall! You're floating; we need to go get you to a doctor that's not right.
His eyes were serious and he pushed my shoulders down against the bed, my bed. I was in my room, how did I get here again?
"Wait how did I get here, what happened marsh?"
He scratched the back of his head; his face was scrunched in frustration.
"You don't remember?" he asked with a high level of intensity, I felt nervous and I shifted uncomfortably n my nest of blankets.
"Remember what? Re-mem-ber…" I tasted the word on my tongue, savoring each syllable. "Remember, re… remember…"
I looked at Marshall with wide watery blue eyes.
"Remember!" I shrieked. "where is he! I screamed, "I can't I can't get me away!" I screamed I brought my arm to my face, it was bandaged heavily and still blood was seen seeping through the layers of cotton gauze.
"Where's gumball?" I asked with a certain clarity and calm that spooked even me.
Marshall didn't hesitate. "dead." He said with disdain, as if killing a phsyco was gross but common, like swatting a fly.
I recognized the stages of shock and I began to sob.
"Marsh, He was going to ki-kill me." I began to hiccup and he leaned down and hugged me. I squeezed him back so tight that I was sure he couldn't breathe.
"You're not human." I whispered, I knew he could hear because his head was so close to mine.
"No" he confirmed in a sort of defeat.
"When did you know?" I took a deep breath. "That I was your, er, companion?"
"When I first met you," his voice was soft and like a melody.
I buried my head into his shoulder; I was tired and wet from whatever Marshall dumped on me.
"okay." I said.
"Okay? Marshall said angrily. "You almost died Fionna? And know you're eternally bound to me and all you say is 'okay'? I practically ruined your life." He sighed in defeat.
"Yeah," I said, a little muffled from my spot in his shoulder. "You practically did."
His shoulders sagged.
"Hey!" I exclaimed "you 'practically' ruined it, it isn't ruined just practically ruined, different from the real thing. So you can be my boyfriend and I'll be your girlfriend, even though you are a supernatural beast that has creepy wings and pointy ears. We'll be just like every supernatural romance book out there. You'll see it'll be great and we will end up prancing to the sunset together."
"Oh I can't go into the sun for a long time, or I'll die."
"That's nice?" I said a little confused "how can you go in the sun anyway?"
"sunscreen." He answered
"Oh, well I'm going back to sleep. And can you take about fifteen of these blankets off, where did you get them anyway, there really good quality." I picked at the tight wool stitches.
Marshall was floating away now, handing me a glass of water to drink from. I took a swig waiting for his answer.
"An old lady was selling them.
"So you bought them all?" I asked with a full mouth
"Nah, I stole them."
I spewed my water on Marshall in surprise.
"You stole from a helpless old lady!" I exclaimed.
Marshall scowled. "I would hardly call that thing I took those blankets from helpless; she almost took out my eye with her knitting needles."
"mmhmm." I raised my eyebrows in suspicion before I lay back down in my bed. I felt much better with the blankets off and I drifted off to sleep.