I'm back and with Chapter 7! Rate and review please!

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Finn POV

"Hey, Flame. What else do you want?" I asked shifting a box to the other side of her room.

"That's probably good. How many boxes do we have?" She asked from the other room.

"I think seven. I'll have to make sure,"

"That should be good, we can move seven boxes in a few hours, right?"

"Yeah, it shouldn't be a problem. Did you pack clothes?"

She patted her backpack. "Right here,"

"Alright. Are you ready?" I asked. She looked around her room one last time, and then nodded. "Jake!" I yelled. He snapped awake.

"What, man?" He groaned.

"Time to go," He stretched his muscles and grabbed a couple boxes.

"These aren't too bad, what's in these anyway?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Let's just go," I said.


Unknown POV

"Where do I find her?" The guy asked. He had dark hair and looked like he never slept. Come to think of it, I don't really give these guys a break. I'll think about that later.

I pulled out a tourist map from my pocket and placed it on the table. It was written on with many different colors, some representing targets, some representing past victim's houses. I took out a red one and circled Flame King's hideout.

"This, is Flame Kings base," I circled the bar on 6th street. "This, is Finn and Jake's house and business," I underlined the already circled house on the edge of the South Side. "This is Marceline's house," I circled one last house. "And this is Bonnibell's house. They tend to stay in groups, so in order to get her; we have to take him out,"

The man blinked. "So, what am I doing again?" I face palmed.

"Nate, listen for once. You are kidnapping Flamella. Take out anyone who gets in the way," He nodded.

"Good. Now get the hell out of my sight,"

"Okay, Litch Prince," He called from down the dank corridor. Not for long. I walked down an adjoining hallway, heading towards the sound of coughing. I opened the door and sat in a chair near the head of a bed. The person in it coughed weakly.

"Hello, son," He croaked.

"Father," I answered stiffly.

"What are you doing here, Mitch?"

"Taking over the throne," I answered simply.

"No. I am King, Mitch, no one else! Especially not you, you've gone soft," He spat.

I rose, taking out my switch. "It's Litch King now, not Mitch," He struggled helplessly against the sheets, but he was too weak. I plunged it into his chest, ending his struggles in about a minute. I retrieved my knife and called for somebody to clean him up. A younger man, more innocent came in.

"Who's dead, Litch Prince?" He asked. I held up my bloodied hands.

"It's Litch King now," He gulped.


Finn POV

Before long, most of the boxes were in our living room. Jake wanted to stay so he could go to go see Raini. Me and Flame went back to get the last box. I carried it while FP walked beside me.

"Hey, Finn," She asked.

"Yeah?" I replied, struggling to see her over my box.

"What do I wear to a circus?"

"Pretty much what you wear every day," She was quiet after that, probably thinking about the circus. "Flame, are we, uh, dating now?" I asked nervously. No answer. I looked over my box and didn't see her there. I dropped it and looked around. A flash of orange disappeared behind a building. I ran towards it. "Flame? What's wrong?" Once I could see into the alley, I saw another figure with her.

I ran towards them, seeing red. The man realized I was following him and started tugging her along. She dug her feet into the ground and stayed put. The man fell to the ground when I finally caught up to them. The man had a large gash from shoulder to side, not fatal, but it looked must have hurt like hell. My eyes flickered towards FP, who was holding a knife, looking like she was going to kill him.

I grabbed him by the collar and pinned him down, making sure to place a knee in his crotch. "Who the fuck are you?" He shrugged nonchalantly. I punched him in the face. "Let me ask you again. Who the fuck are you?"

"Nate," He whimpered. I pushed him down further on the pavement.

"What the fuck were you planning on doing to her, Nate?" He looked around desperately, not answering me. I punched him again, this time drawing blood.

"Nothing," He cringed, waiting for the punch I delivered to him. "Fine, I was going to kidnap her!" I socked him again. "Not for me, for Mitch! I swear! I have to or he'll kill me!" He yelled, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Who's Mitch?"

"The Litch Prince,"

"What does he want with her?" I asked, for once, not hurting him.

"I don't know! He does this with lots of girls he's interested in. She's just one of them,"

I closed my eyes, trying to control my anger. "Are you saying that he's planning on raping her?" He hesitated, before nodding slowly. I lost all control and knocked him out with one punch. I got off of him and sat on the ground next to FP, shaking violently. She hung up on someone and sat next to me, rubbing my back.

"Thank-you, Finn," I grunted, not being able to form a sentence. "The cops will be here soon," She said gently.

"Who is Litch Prince?" I asked to myself. She sighed.

"Remember when I first met you, and my boyfriend almost beat you up? Well, that's him," She said.

"You dated that monster?" I asked quietly.

"Not willingly. My father forced me to because he thought it'd improve relations between the Flame Gang and the Litch's gang," I sucked in breaths between my clenched teeth, trying to calm down. "Finn, it's okay. We're all going to be okay," She said half to herself. She hugged me, comforting me. I latched onto her, not wanting to let go. I buried my face in her hair and finally stopped shaking as badly.

Police sirens quickly came our way and an officer ran towards us. He coughed, trying to get our attention. I unleashed her and we stood up.

"Hello, I'm Officer Billy. I need you two to tell me the entire story," he said. We finished just as Nate was coming to. Billy fastened handcuffs to him. "You two better get home before it's dark. Have a good night and be careful," He warned. We thanked him and set out to retrieve our box. I made sure to keep an arm around Flame even if it meant almost dropping the box.

"I'm going to kill him, I swear I'll kill him myself," I said quietly.