Disclaimer: I do not own Prototype or Adventure Time. Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas, I sure did.

Also, I want you opinion. Who in this story do you think are the Men/Women, and who do you think are the Monsters? Just send your thoughts to me in your reviews.

One final thing. I have added a few famous (and some not so famous) quotes to my story. There is one in the next chapter, and another one in the first chapter if you want to go back and read it.

Chapter 10

Finn's POV

They were walking down the road, slowly making their way towards the Candy Kingdom. As they walked along the darkened trail, Finn couldn't help but notice the first twinges of dread creep through his mind. He'd fought many villains, monsters, and other vile things over the years, but he'd never faced an army.

He wasn't the only one who seemed scared though. Jake hadn't spoken since they'd left, and he was several shades paler that usual. Alex also hadn't spoken, but Finn didn't see fear in his eyes. It looked more like... anticipation. Finn knew that Alex was powerful, but that look in his eye still terrified him.

They came to the top of the last hill before the Kingdom, and Finn's dread grew even more.

Gathered outside the gates, the largest collection of armed men Finn had ever seen stretched before them. A veritable sea of iron and steel, seemingly endless, and chanting for blood. Even worse, they were right in front of the gates, making it impossible to pass. They couldn't circle around them, that would take too long, and fighting through them was out of the question. Finn sat down and held his head, trying to come up with a solution.

Suddenly, something grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and hoisted him off his feet. Alex had lifted him of the ground, Jake held in his other hand.

"Hold on." Alex told them.

He ran toward the advancing army, going full speed. A few soldiers noticed them, and readied their spears. They were racing towards certain death.

Then, right before they would have gotten skewered, Alex leapt into the air. He soared over the tops of the soldiers' heads, and came down right in the middle of their formation. The second Alex's feet hit the ground, he jumped again. They soared over their enemy, and Finn realized that they were neither as numerous, nor as well equipped as he'd initially thought. They still outnumbered the castle garrison, but about half of them lacked proper armor, and he could see brief glimpses of their weapons, most of which were either spotted with rust, or too shiny to have ever been used.

And then they were over the wall, completely unscathed. Alex dropped them, and Jake fell to his knees, almost stark white, and began kissing the ground. Alex smirked and began walking towards the castle, which seemed to be where almost everyone else was heading. Finn pulled Jake up and followed.

The Kingdom had changed. Gone was the peace, that quiet bliss that usually filled the air. Now tension filled the air, as banana guards sharpened spears, built barricades, and evacuated any civilians that weren't able to help build defenses. The sight tore at Finn's soul, he'd never thought that the Candy Kingdom could look so grim.

Inside the palace, the sick and elderly, along with most of the women and children were gathered. Those who weren't hiding in here were outside, preparing for battle. The people were scared. Alex strode past them, his step quickening. Finn followed, and they entered the next room.

Alex's POV

The sight of the civilians made Alex uncomfortable. He remembered the first days of the plague, when people were convinced that the problem would be solved within days, then it would be back to business as usual. He could feel that these people had similar thoughts on this siege. It worried him.

Within the next room, they'd set up a table, covered in maps and charts, with small figurines depiction both armies. Around the table were the Princess, wearing some sort of war dress, some assorted guards with medals on their chests, and a small man with a glass for a head, who seemed to be giving orders to the other guards.

"They have the city surrounded, and our supply lines are cut off." the Princess said, studying the map. "However, they don't seem to have any siege engines. Unless they plan to dig under the wall."

The Glass Head Man spoke up.

"Sgt., take a team of your best archers and have them patrol the wall. Give them orders to shoot at the first sign that the enemy is trying to dig tunnels."

One of the guards nodded and left. Alex approach the table, standing across from the Princess. She didn't look pleased to see him. Finn and Jake followed and stood on either side of the table. She seemed much happier to see them.

"Finn, Jake, I'm glad you came." she told them. "To be honest, I need your help. There's no good way to put this. If the invaders breach the walls, there is a very good chance that they'll find a way into the palace. I need you two to guard the civilians, and keep them safe if the palace is invaded."

Finn and Jake nodded, and the Princess turned back to the map.

Suddenly, Alex felt a small breeze pass by him. However, there was no wind inside the palace. He switched his eyes over to the thermal spectrum, and he saw a familiar dark shape hovering above them. He smirked and looked at it.

"Hello Marceline."

Everyone seemed confused, then to their surprise, the aforementioned vampire appeared above the table.

"Hello Alex, sharp as ever I see." She said, smirking.

After their last meeting, Marceline had been less hostile and more teasing. They weren't exactly the best of friends, but they got along.

"Why are you here?" the Princess asked.

"Aww c'mon Bonnie, you didn't really think I would let you guys deal with a disaster like this and not help, did you?"

The princess was about to respond, but then a messenger rushed into the room.

"Someone is approaching the castle waving a white flag. They've requested that you speak to them."

The Princess frowned, turning to the others.

"I should talk to this guy. You guys stay here."

Finn spoke up.

"No way," he told her, "If you're going, we're going too. This guy might try something, and besides, I want to see this creep firsthand."

"Fine," the Princess said, "but at the first sign of trouble I want you to fall back to the palace and guard the civilians. We can't let them get hurt. The rest of you stay here and try to work out a strategy."

Finn nodded and they left, heading for the outer walls.

A Few Minutes Later

Alex stood atop the wall, staring down at the enemy's apparent leader. Finn, Jake, PB, and Marceline stood by him, The Princess speaking down to the man while Alex and the rest watched.

The man PB spoke to wore a ratty brown cloak, concealing his identity. He spoke in a dry, raspy voice, as if he'd been eating salt and sand. However, he was surprisingly proficient at projecting his voice.

"Princess!" he yelled, "Open your gates and pile you riches in the town square. We shall take our spoils and leave you in peace."

The Princess didn't buy his speech however.

"You speak for yourself, but how can I trust the honor of your men?" she shouted back, "You lead an army of thieves and criminals, and we shall not surrender to the likes of you!"

"So be it!" the leader shouted back. He pulled back his hood, revealing a thin, skeleton-like face that could barely be identified as belonging to a banana man. A flash of recognition flashed across the Princess's face, but she remained silent.

The Leader walked up to the wall, pulling off a pair of gloves. Then he laid his hands on the stone surface.

From where his fingers touched the wall, the wall turned a withered gray color, which began to spread. When it became about 20 ft. wide and 15 ft. tall, he pulled one hand back and punched the wall.

The entire wall shook, and the section they were standing on began to crumble. Everyone scrambled to avoid falling, though a few unfortunate guards fell with the rubble and were crushed. When the crumbling stopped, there was a huge breach in the wall. The enemy Leader pulled his hood back up and screamed.

"ATTACK!"

Hundreds of men rushed in through the breach, mobbing the few guards that hadn't died when they fell. Those that were inside began to hastily form a defensive line, holding their weapons at the ready. The invaders scattered every direction they could, swarming around the soldiers, breaking into buildings and houses. It was total chaos.

"Get back to the castle!" the Princess screamed.

Alex picked up Finn and Jake, while Marceline carried PB, and they ran/flew back to the palace.

Finn's POV

Finn was in shock.

His mind refused to accept what it had just witnessed. He'd just seen a man destroy a wall with his bare hands, and now there was a full-scale ground war in the streets of the Candy Kingdom. As Alex ran, Finn caught brief glances of soldiers fighting, buildings burning, people screaming. It was a scene from beyond his worst nightmares.

They stopped at the gates of the palace. Alex set him and Jake down, then turned back to the battlefield. The Princess stopped him.

"Where are you going? We need to protect the civilians!" She shouted at him.

Alex turned around, his arm shifting into a blade.

"I AM going to protect them. I can protect them better out there, where there's no risk of collateral damage, and I'll be damned if you expect me to just sit here when I can fight."

Then he turned around and sped back towards the battle.

"I'm going with him." Marceline said.

She floated after him, raising her axe.

"He has a point. Every enemy that dies out there can't hurt the civilians here. You guys can keep them safe, I trust you."

Then she vanished.

Rot's POV

Rot sat at a table inside an abandoned house, sipping a glass of water. It turned polluted, and stagnant the second it touched his lips, but for some reason he didn't mind the taste. He'd gotten used to eating rotten food in the last few weeks. The door swung open and Smith entered, One-Arm following.

"It took forever to find this place." Smith grumbled, taking a seat across from him. "Now, what did you want us to come here for? My men are out there getting killed, and I don't feel comfortable leaving them to die out there without a good reason."

Rot sat up and leaned forward.

"What if I told you that underneath the palace, below the deepest dungeons, they were holding a treasure so powerful that it could reshape the face of Ooo forever? That whoever held it could become the undisputed master of the world? Is that a good enough reason?"

Smith looked suspicious, but nonetheless intrigued.

"I'd say that's a very good reason, assuming you're telling the truth. However, if that's the case, why would you let us in on it?"

"I can't carry it out." Rot admitted. "It would crumble to dust the second I picked it up."

Smith sat there, the gears in his head turning. Then, he spoke.

"Fine. We'll play ball."

Rot motioned over to some rucksacks in the corner.

"Then put those on and follow me." He instructed them.

Then, the three men left out the back door, and as such the fate of the world was sealed.

Alex's POV

Alex sped around the battlefield, destroying all in his path. Men screamed as his claws tore into them, as his fists smashed them, as his blade hacked them in two. This is what he lived for. This is what he was made for.

Fighting became a blur to him. One moment he was saving some poor candy person who hadn't gotten to the palace in time, the next he was leaping off a building and into the ranks of an enemy formation. As he wreaked havoc, he heard shouts of warning coming from those few who'd glimpsed him and survived. They were screaming that the princess had released a monster from the dungeons, a beast to destroy them all. Well, he didn't want to disappoint them.

He ran here, there everywhere, his hands a blur of motion as he rapidly changed between forms. Spikes shot from the ground, large rocks flew through the air, and he left a trail of blood and broken, mutilated bodies in his wake.

He spied a large, corpulent man shouting orders to people astride a suffering horse. He dashed up to him, ripping him out of the saddle and consuming him. The men under his command dropped their weapons and fled, all trying to escape the monster that was killing its way through their ranks. Then, while on top of a building, he saw just how far the enemy had gotten.

A force of at least a dozen men had made it to the palace gates. Finn and Jake were trying to fight them off, but them were getting swamped as even more soldiers joined the ones they were already fighting. Alex began to race towards them, but then he saw something else.

Off in the distance, a bright orange light glowed as a plume of smoke rose into the sky. The city was burning. Finn and Jake were in a tight spot, but if the city burned there would be nothing left to save, and this desperate fight would have been for nothing. Making his decision, he sped toward the fire.

Finn's POV

Finn and Jake were panting, they'd all been fighting nonstop for the past two hours. But the enemies just kept coming. Jake had grown to twice his normal size and was knocking people this way and that, but he was getting overrun. Meanwhile, Finn dueled at least five men at once. It seemed that every time they killed one, another would take his place. Then, as if someone had flipped a switch, the flood stopped. No one else came towards the gates.

"Yeah!" Finn shouted, trying to sound confident. "That's right, who's next?"

A large man wearing a mismatched set of armor stalked up to the gates, holding a gigantic war hammer. He swung it around with ease, slamming it into the ground hard enough to crack the pavement. Several other weapons hung from his belt, clattering as he walked.

"You're a good swordsman boy." the man said darkly. "My name's Rupert, and I'll be taking that sword now. I can add it to my collection."

Rupert advanced, swinging his hammer. Finn rolled out-of-the-way as the heavy weapon broke the pavement where he'd been standing. He came up swinging, but Rupert blocked him. Finn leapt back to avoid having his head crushed as Rupert's weapon swung for him again.

Finn darted in and swung his sword. It screeched against Rupert's cobbled together armor. It didn't all fit together, but all of it was steel. Rupert shoved him back and tried to bull rush him, but Finn leapt over his head. Turning around, he caught a brief glimpse of an opening he could exploit. Though Rupert had covered his front in steel, his rear armor was made of leather. He knew how to beat this guy.

Rupert stared him down, then suddenly dashed forward, swinging his hammer. Finn, reacting on instinct, made the mistake of trying to block it with his sword. The heavy weapon smashed his sword into fragments and sent Finn stumbling backwards.

Finn blinked several times to shake away the stars. Rupert slowly swaggered up to him.

"Looks like I over did it." He gloated, raising his hammer over Finn's head. "Well kid, you put up a good fight, but now it's time to finish this little duel."

The hammer swung down, but Finn rolled to the side. He quickly got to his feet, picking up the shattered hilt of his sword. Rupert raised his hammer and charged, bellowing a war cry. Finn leapt into the air, landing on Rupert's shoulders as the first light of dawn crept over the horizon. Then he plunged the splintered sword into Rupert's back.

The remains of the sword were sharp enough to pierce Rupert's patch of leather armor. He stiffened, his hammer falling from his fingers as Finn jumped back onto the ground behind him. Slowly Rupert turned, fixing Finn with a haunting gaze.

"Well kid," he said. "I've never seen someone... fight like you."

Rupert pulled a sword from his belt. It had a black hilt, inlaid with silver. The blade appeared to be made of a white metal, and shone with a radiant light. Rupert detached the scabbard and sheathed the sword once more. He fell to his knees and held out the sword to Finn.

"This sword is... called Wyrm's Bane." Rupert said, his breath becoming shallow and labored. "It's made from the teeth... of a 1,000 year old dragon. I claimed it from a bandit... who found it in a cave. Take it."

Finn reached out and took the sword. It seemed to flash brightly at his touch. Rupert smiled grimly, and fell to his side.

"I never thought I would be defeated... much less by a kid. But I can respect strength... if nothing else. Even a slimy... backstabbing bandit like me... can have a shred of honor. I can honestly say... that I hope you... survive kid. But the man... who hired us... is one... nasty... guy..."

Rupert's breathing stopped, and he gazed into the sky as his eyes went dark. Finn looked grimly at his new sword, the strapped it to his back, and turned back to the city, awaiting the next wave of invaders.

Alex's POV

Alex tore through more soldiers on the way to the scene of the fire. A large portion of the enemy had begun to retreat after he bisected a pirate woman who'd been whirling like a dervish, hurling knives and swinging a scimitar at anyone she could hit. He arrived at the scene of the blaze.

Several guardsmen ran about, trying to douse the fires. However, enemy soldiers kept attacking, making the process difficult. The attackers were being spurred on by some man in a robe, shouting that they "burn the foundations of this corrupt blight on the world" or some such lunacy. His little speech got cut short however, when his head suddenly detached from his body. It tumbled down from the roof he stood on and was lost in the shuffling mass of combat.

Alex leapt into the crowd of soldiers, hacking apart a few to get people's attention. He didn't really need to kill all of them. He just needed to get their attention long enough for the guards to put out the fire.

He attacked, fighting just hard enough that the enemy focused solely on him, while still taking enough superficial hits that they didn't consider just leaving him alone.

As he fought, Alex noticed something, he would be fighting people in one place, when suddenly someone would go down under a heavy slicing blow somewhere else. He continued fighting, when the enemy backed off a bit, forming a circle around him. Then, he heard a voice speak.

"Need a hand?" Marceline joked, appearing next to him.

"Not really," he replied, "Though I couldn't really stop you from helping."

She smirked and they stood back-to-back as the enemy charged.

If Alex alone was an avatar of death, then together he and Marceline were a twin whirlwind of destruction. He sped around the battle field, ripping enemies to shreds. Marceline blinked in and out of sight, people simply falling as injuries simply appeared on their bodies. Together they were winning. Together they were unstoppable.

Then, as the last of the fires died, another light lit the sky. The first rays of dawn were peeking over the walls of the kingdom.

Marceline screamed in agony as the light fell upon her. Alex heard her and raced toward the sound of her voice. He found her upon the ground, her skin blistering. He bent down and, blocking the sun from her, sped off into a nearby building.

Once inside he set her in on the floor. She slowly regained consciousness, and sat up.

"Are you alright?" Alex asked her.

"Yeah," she replied. "I'll be fine."

"Stay here," Alex told her, turning to leave. "Don't come out until the fighting stops."

"I can help." she protested. "I'm NOT a little kid."

"I know." Alex told her. "But I don't want your help. I want you to stay safe."

Suddenly an explosion rocked the Kingdom, causing a bit of the ceiling to collapse.

"That came from the palace!" Marceline exclaimed.

Alex started to head there, when Marceline stopped him.

"I don't care what you say," she told him. "I'm coming with."

With that, she picked up a rug and wrapped herself in it, providing a crude shelter from the sun.

Alex shook his head and sighed. It would be faster if he just didn't argue. He jumped out of the hole in the roof and ran to the castle as fast as he could, Marceline flying behind him.

Aaaand cliffhanger. I didn't get to write in this much, I was checking out all the stuff I got for Christmas. Happy New Years people. Read & Review