Chapter Eight

Back in the party, Flame Prince caught us before Cake could find me, kind of glaring at The Vampire King from over my shoulder before looking down at my eyes.

He smirked, then held out something in his palm.

"What's that?"

I took the jar from his grasp; it was blue indicating it must have been enchanted so his flame would not shatter the glass. Kind of makes sense now that I think about it. Duh Fionna...

"Your present. It's a type of pixie that is extremely hard to find, they are supposed to grant you a wish daily for an entire year."

Lifting the jar to eye-level, I looked in to see a beautiful little fairy sitting on her knees peering back at me with such saddened eyes; her amethyst wings lowered with misery as she touched a silent palm to the glass wishing for freedom.

She looked so frightened, and it nearly broke my heart to see her little cherub face stained with tears.

"Thanks and all dude, but this is kinda bunk. Fp, this is not righteous. It's wrongteous."

I unscrewed the lid, watching as her wings perked up and she cautiously fluttered out of the jar, finally seeing that I was serious about releasing her she took off out the window with a trail of pixie dust and sparkles left behind.

"Fi, are you crazy?! Do you know how hard it was to catch her, it took nearly a week to locate their hiding spot!"

"I appreciate the thought, I really do. But I'm a hero, and it wouldn't be right if I held her hostage. I'm pretty sure there is a whole chapter in the Enchiridion on the hero's vow to not be cray-cray and hold hostages... or was it to not hold sharks..."

Marshall Lee stifled a laugh, clearly enjoying the fact that I brushed off Flame Prince's attempts to impress me.

I wasn't trying to be mean, nor was I brushing him off. I truly did appreciate the thought behind the gift, but still in the end, holding her hostage would not feel right.

FP glowered, his glare flicking to The Vampire King when his hand balled in to a tightly clenched fist; the flame around that hand bursting in to a intensely burning ball of crackling blaze.

"You got something to say to me you filthy blood sucker?!"

The look on Marshall Lee's face went from amusement to a serious death treat all in a split second, sending a serious chill down my spine. The two of them looked like they would kill each other without thinking twice about it.

Marshall's body shifted into his large bat form, having to double over since our living room was almost too small to fit his body.

"Yeah, I have something to say to you, you damn light bright!"

"What chu going do?"

The flames around his body grew almost to the point that everyone in the room had to shield their eyes from the blinding light, the deepest, threatening growl I've ever heard from Marshall echoing off the treehouse's wooden walls.

"Okay, knock it off you two! You're going to burn down our fort them I'm really going to have to whoop me some flame and bat bootay," Cake said showing her claws as she glared at the two boys.

I ran up to stand between the both of them, throwing out my arms to make sure they stayed enough apart to keep the violence down.

"Quit before someone gets- OUCH!"

I must have slung out my arms right when Flame Prince was about to throw a punch at Marshall Lee, because he swiped his fist forward knocking my hand away as he stepped closer without consciously knowing what had just happened.

The loud sizzle the skin on my hand made to his flaming fist was sickeningly loud, making my arm jerk back not as quickly as I had hoped, because just the mere touch of his skin upon mine burnt my flesh to almost a blackened crisp.

"Fionna, oh my Glob! Are you okay, I didn't mean," his flames thinned out the moment he realized what happened, the look of fear and pain showing bright in his eyes as he immediately regretted his actions.

"Fi!" Marshall urgently transformed back into his human form, floating over to look at my hand as a group of people ran to my side, nearly pushing the Flame Prince to the other side of the room as they surrounded.

"Let me through, I have a medical kit in my bag. Someone fetch Doctor Prince, is he here at the party," Gumball said pushing his way through the crowd to my side.

I looked up to PG's face when he made it to my side, the pain in my hand almost making me sick to my stomach. I opened my mouth to speak but my voice was no where to be found. Though, there wasn't anything to say; I just knew if I looked at my hand one more time I was sure to pass out.

"She looks like she's in shock. Marshall I need you to calm her down while I take a look at her hand," Prince Gumball's voice was so stern and filled with worry that my dazed eyes tried to scan over his face to make sure this was the same Gumball I knew.

I looked over to see Marshall Lee run fingers through his bangs anxiously, his expresion clearly lost in thought as he searched for something to do to calm me.

I closed my eyes, feeling something cold brush against my cheek, cool arms wrapping around my shoulders as my body was pulled and pressed into something solid.

I inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating smell from the fabric of their shirt and shampoo; I was so out of it that I smiled and nuzzled into whoever was holding me.

Marshall Lee's voice whispered soothingly against my ear then, singing a sweet lullaby as his deep voice calmed me down almost immediately, making my whole body relax in his arms.

Once he calmed me enough that I could almost snap back in to reality, my eyes opened to look around the room for Flame Prince.

"Where's FP," I asked against the collar of Marshall's shirt, his chin resting on the top of my head as I looked around the room to find him.

When I finally spotted him, the look on his face hit me like a ton of bricks, making my stomach drop. Man, he must be beating himself up over this. I tried to give him a smile, but his eyes remained the same.

There was nothing I could do now to console him.

"I done the best I can, but it will scar," Doctor Prince said, my eyes flicking to his face in surprise. When did he take over for PG?

"Babygirl, you okay," Cake said with tears in her eyes, standing beside Prince Gumball who was trying to give a comforting smile but the look in his eyes was also unchangeable. He too, was worried.

Lifting my hand to see what they had done, I found it to be already prepped and wrapped in a bandage, all done without me ever noticing. Holy stuff, I must have been more out of it then I thought.

"I gave her a sedative, she will be fine. By this point, she shouldn't be feeling any type of pain at all," I could hear Doctor Prince and Gumball whispering to each other, the rest I couldn't quite pick up on making my eyebrows knit together in confusion as my eyes closed.

Then everything drifted to black...


The whole pixie thing, I totes made that up.

I've never even heard of that before but it worked well with the story plot I had planned lol.