Her feet led her to her motorcycle, her body commanding everything she's doing. With no thought, she jumps on and rides toward where she believes to be where Bonnibel is.
Her mind is a fog. Only pure adrenaline is rushing through her and is controlled by nothing else.
She needed to save Bonnibel. It's that simple.
Here and now, she didn't care about the fight or breakup, she was still HER Bonni, whether she liked it or else mattered.
Ash was going to get it. Along with whoever else was doing this. Nobody could even start to comprehend the anger boiling inside her right now. They had a deathwish, and Marceline had plan to make it happen.
Wind blew back her hair as she weaved among the cars on the highway, going over the speed limit much. Maybe it would be good if she could get the police to see her,she could get help. Though, they could be too slow. Talk to much about what they were going to do and other excuses. There was no time for that. Finn and Jake will probably call them anyways when they get out of the closet.
She will have to make it up to them somehow. She couldn't of let them go with her; it was too dangerous, even though both where excellent fighters. There was also the fact that if they got hurt, she woud personally take the blame, knowing it would be her fault because she let them come. Marceline couldn't let that happen. She could do this herself. She needed to do this herself. For Bonnibel.
The sea came into view, which made her speed up even more. Eventually, she rode up to the buildings. They covered over three miles and had a complex structure of entrances and exits that made it hard to navigate. Since it was abanded, not many could help you if you became stuck.
Marceline hopped off her bike, putting the key for it under a rock to hide it. She didn't want to lose it or if something happened, nobody could use it but her. She looked up to the large and breathed with a determine face before making her way to the door to one of the buildings.
( Elsewhere)
Hudson Abadeer sat at his desk, looking over a couple papers as the T.V in the corner of the room kept the room unempty of sound. He sipped on his cofffee as he hummed happily to himself.
Mr. Abadeer was a man of business, or that was what he usually told himself. Strong, smart, he could overtake many if he wished too. But he was a simple man, so only a little bit of something could be used to please him. Though, he was human, and they were always animals to take more than needed, so he tried to keep himself in check.
Since his wife's death, he had been looking out for himself and his litle darling child. He sighed as he looked over towards a picture on his desk of his wife.
Mary Abadeer, a beautiful and understanding woman she had been. She had raised their child gracefully until that unfaithful day.
Hudson sighed mounfully this time before going back to his work, yet his mind wondered back to the wman.
The 'accident.' Where everybody blamed him for her who wouldn't? They all thought he was some kind of murderer, when he was just a mere conman, not a killer.
Even his own daughter... He shook his head. She was so headstrong, that girl. So much like her mother. When she entered her teens, she became so rebellious. Even more when she found about her mother. And then for his apparent 'work.'
He closed his eyes. She believed him to be a killer, her own father. Never listened to him try to explain to her. She took it even farther when he asked her to help him, maybe one day take over the business. He dug his own grave.
"-A gunshot wound to the leg was found in the will survive though and they plan on talking to him later to get the details of what happened later. For now they are searching the school area for anything else."
Hudson looked up to the small T.V, questioning if heard that correctly. A screen shot of the school was shown and then narrowed down onto a highschool boy being carried o one of the ambulances, his face mixed with anger and agony.
The older Abadeer stood up quick, still watching the T.V as the newscaster went on. His chair had flew backwards due to force he had when standing up and his neatly stacked papers were now nothing to him.
" I have just recieved news of how, when searching the school, police have found two other boys locked in a closet. They were yelling for help when they found them and they are now being investigated."
" Elisabeth." Hudson yelled with force as his secretary ran in, slightly frighted due to the tone in his voice. She reminded him of a small mouse because of her quiet, shy nature.
" Yes, Mr. Abadeer?"
" Fetch me a phone and a ride from Carlos. Now."
" Of course sir." With that, she was off and he followed behind, after grapping something from a drawer in his desk.
Elisabeth was too busy to see the amount of nervous-like sweat Hudson was producing.
(Back to Marceline)
It was darker then Marceline thought it would be. It was around evening and the sun was still up, yet she found herself struggling to see. The light would sometimes escape through the holes in the walls, and there where no windows. Only once in a while a weak light from a lightbulbstill barely working would show her the way.
Well, if there was a definite way. You didn't need to see to know that were more then six ways out of each room and she had already past about five room, probably even going through the same room twice.
She was lost, but that didn't matter. Marceline needed to find Bonnibel.
It didn't matter if they weren't dating anymore or if they weren't even friends. Bubblegum was the most important thing to her now. Marceline needed bonnibel. The great, imdependant Marceline actually needed someone now. And that one person she needed, needs her in the moment.
With that, Marceline begins running. Light or dark, she has to hurry. Long strides allow her to make her way through five more doors, using her the light from her phone to see more. She actually felt herself accomplishing something.
Something shoots out low in front of her. With a slight yell, Marceline tumbles forward, going into a roll to soften the fall, and finds herself back on her knees.
She freezes and looks around, even though she can't see anything. Her breathing slows and she waits. She glances over to see her phone starting to dim and turn off due to nobody using it.
Marceline then stands up and starts her way over to the phone. As she reaches for it, now almost off, something hard connects with her face. This time, she flys backwards and lands directly on her back. Her face feels wet and everything smells of blood.
A dark chuckle echos around her.
" Who's there?! Come out and fight like a man!" Marceline stumbles to stand.
" Poor child, we are out and fighting. Its you that is not following your own words." Marceline keeps her head on a swivel, turning around everytime she hears something. She feels the blood star to drip down to her shirt and she has no idea where the blood is excatly coming from.
"If thats you Lich, I swear to god-"
" I don't believe swearing in front of God is a good thing. I don't think he would like it much." The rooms made the shrill voice echo and make Marceline's head ring.
"Your so dead, Lich. When I get my hands on you-"
" Oh, but I don't believe two hands could do anything against 16, no matter how experienced."
" What-" Suddenly, the back of her head went numb as she fell flipped over as soon as she went down and was now laying on her back. She heard footsteps to the side of her and she turned and kick, landing a kick into someones stomach. Using the backward force from the kick, Marceline rolled backwards and was on her feet again.
Sensing something from her side, she sent out a side kick to anothers stomach, hearing them groan and hit the floor.
If only she could see, she would of kick all of their butts.
" Go all togather!"
Marceline was only able to land a snap kick to another groin before being tackled to the ground from a group of people. She struggled to breathe, the weight of all the men was crushing her and they had pinned her down on the bottom.
With a few last punches and kicks to nothing but air,Marceline blacked out.
A/N: SOOOOOOO turned out when I said a week, I meant a few weeks... Sorry guys, I have been meaning to write this but I was dealing with writers block and just not having anytime to write this. This month for me was like the surprize appearances of family members and just couldn't write. Anyways, I'm still waiting for the results of the writing contest and if I pass this first round ( they do rounds) I have to write another one and stuff. I really want to win:)
I'm thinging of( when I have the time and finish this) writing a kigo fic. I HAVE FELL IN LOVE WITH KIGO. So ya, maybe.
So thanks for those still reading this and being very very patient with me. I appreciate it mucho:) You guys are amazing. So anyways, thanks for reading!
-Likelovelust