I'm really getting tired of your shit now. I gave you my demands but didn't care because you knew I'd keep doing the story. That's low. Anyway, todays guest is Ezio Alditore.

Ezio: Grazie de mio.

English bro.

Ezio: My humblest apologies my friend.

Its no problem, just do the disclaimer.

Ezio: Sember2013 owns nothing except what he has created and can get away with.

Good job.

Ezio: I HAVE THE APPLE

Okay, while I try to take an ancient weapon from a crazed assassin, you guys read. Seriously, don't help. At all. No word of encouragement either. Just read. Because it's fair.

Chapter 21: The Fourth Kind Part 1

As Marceline ran through the forest, still carrying the princess, the number of bodies was increasing. Piles of them were everywhere. She continued to run through the forest until she reached a clearing. She stopped and surveyed the area. There were hills about 5-8 feet tall everywhere, but bodies were strewn all over them and Finn's scent was so close that he had to be here.

Marceline climbed up a hill to see that in the center of this clearing was a deep crater. The bottom was flat and as Marceline looked, she saw Finn exactly as he had been described by PB. His white hair flowed everywhere since it had grown to reach past his shoulders. He was spinning and slicing demons, monsters, and zombies that came from every direction. She put PB down in a position where she could watch the events happening below and lied down herself to hide.

Finn was moving at incredible speed and was swinging his sword with such hatred. He had killed so many in the crater he no longer had dirt to stand on, just dead or dying bodies. He didn't seem to mind though because he made no effort to escape. He was laughing as he sliced through each creature through a sick smile.

As Marceline watched she saw other new changes about Finn. She saw that Finn no had fangs in his mouth. They were as long as hers but were different, instead of vampiric, his were those of a canines. And he had claw for nails, she could tell, even from this distance, that they were sharp as razors. Those new features were about to come in handy as Finn lost his balance and dropped his sword.

He stumbled backwards into the middle of the crater. When he regained his posture he stood there with his head tilted down looking at the ground with a thousand yard stare, when he started to shake. The white electricity started to spark up here and there around the boy as the demons began clawing their way closer to him. It didn't bother him at all. He seemed calm, like he had given up, even with the electricity starting to appear faster and more frequently till it surrounded him.

Finn looked up, and tilted his head to the left and then the right, surveying the scene around him. His eyes were no longer that heartless white, but a sad red. He looked right where Marceline and PB laid, his expression so sad and filled with betrayal. He looked back to the creatures in front of him and too a battle stance, claw reared and ready with fangs bared.

When he decided that it was going to have to be him that made the first move, he charged with lightning speed and no remorse. He slashed in front of him and elbowed behind him at incredible speed, but no fast enough. As he was slicing down monsters everywhere others were jumping and getting a good bight on him. If they hurt he let little of it show. Any creature that bit him got his hand THROUGH the skull and through them off. When he had some space between himself and any demon, Marceline saw the extent of his injuries. His shoulders and sides were littered with claw and bite marks, blood pouring out of them. She was surprised he was still standing with all the blood loss until, he wasn't.

Finn's knees collapsed inward so he sat here like a girl in a skirt trying to keep it down (you know what I mean, I hope), his arms hung limply at his side and the blood of his enemies dripping off his hands and fangs. He was breathing heavily and looked so tired, for obvious reasons. Marceline stood up to go help him but Finn stood up and spun around to look up at her, able to hear her getting up somehow, "NOOOO!" he yelled to her as his eyes filled with anger.

He was gonna do this on his own and nothing was going to interfere. He steadied his base, bent his knees, flexed his hand to bare his claws, and made is fangs extend so they were more like a Saber Tooth's fangs then a dogs at this point, not as long but still sharp and big. He was revitalized. He held his hands a few inches apart from each other and a ball of white lightning formed between his hands. The ball quickly shaped itself into a sword, as Finn grabbed it with his right hand the lightning broke off like it was glass. The sword was the size of a long sword but Finn held it like it was a dagger. It was bright silver, with a pitch black handle that was slightly lower than the bright silver pommel. The sword that had a cross guard as if it were and old style of rapier, and the blade was 4-5 feet long.

Finn twirled the weapon; it still amazed Marceline that he was able to do that with such a large weapon. He prepared himself, holding his new sword in a battle position. His time it was the demons that attacked. Finn began slashing in a manner that, to a person who didn't know Finn, looked insane and untrained, and dangerous, but that was just how he fought now.

The new sword had helped turn the tide in Finn's favor as he spun and twirled through monster and demons, slicing them all with crazy swiftness. Their numbers were decreasing at intervals from 2-5 with each swing and sometimes more. Finn looked around to see only a few creatures left, no more than 20. Finn was not about to become merciful as he pounced at the monsters, slaying them as they tried to flee.

When he had finished them, Finn gingerly and tiredly, walked over to his demon blood sword, using his new sword for support. Finn held the silver sword to his back with his left hand as a deep blue holster appeared around it and latched it to his back. He stumbled and grabbed his demon blood sword, which instantly tuned bleach white, for support.

He looked up to Marceline with a smile as his features returned to normal, his golden blond hair and deep blue eyes returned to him, as he pulled the sword out of the ground and quickly placed it back down to keep himself standing. After a few moments of deep breathing, he pulled the sword out of the ground and slid it into is black holster. He stood, looking at Marceline with a smile for a moment, no hatred or anger, no sadness or loneliness, remained in his face anymore as he fell to the ground, passed out. "FINN!" Marceline yelled as she slid down the steep slope of the crater, landing in a sea of bodies. She ran across them all not caring what she stepped in, just worried about Finn.

When she reached him, he was bleeding badly and was exhausted. A black sphere left his body and turned into a large humanoid figure, "Typhus." She stated. "No time to talk." He said in a booming voice. "Take him to the nearest hospital now. I'll take the princess back to the Candy Kingdom, while Joey and Johnny clean this up." He said as a blue and red sphere left Finn's body and took humanoid forms. "GO." He yelled, "Or he will die." Marceline jumped into action, "Right." She said as she picked Finn up and flew to the Muscle Kingdom, seeing as it was the closest she knew of.

When she arrived, she flew straight into the hospital and yelled at one of the nurses to help him. Quickly several more of the kingdoms finest ran over to help their hero. He would never lose any fans here seeing as he could beat them all in a fist fight now. "How is he doc?" asked Marceline. "He's nowhere close to being out of the woods. He has extensive wounds, blood loss, and over half his bones are broken." This shocked Marceline since Finn had taken no more damage since his collapse which meant he was fighting in that condition, "He also is suffering from severe dehydration, exhaustion, and some type of poison. His body is naturally fighting it off, which is good because we've never seen such a vicious poison before."

Marceline felt sick. 'Finn is gonna die and it's all my fault.' She thought to herself as she broke out in tears. "WHERE IS HE?!" She hears an angry voice yell. She turns to see a bearded James picking up a doctor by the collar. "James." Marceline yells over to him. He turns to see his brothers queen standing down the hall. He throws the doctor by the collar over the help desk a few feet away, "Have a nice day." Said the doctor, who lay on his back behind the counter, loopy from hitting his head.

"Marceline, what happened?" he asked grabbing her by the shoulders. She quickly explains everything to him. He looked scared when she told him about the white lightning, "Do you know something about it?" she asked. "No. Nothing at all." He said, clearly lying. "Excuse me." Said a doctor. "He's out of his first surgery and things are looking better but he still has a long way to go. It's best if you two go home now. Being here won't help him or you at this time. Come back in a few days when he's done with all his surgeries. We'll send messenger to keep you informed." She said to them. "Thank you." They said in unison as James lead Marceline home.

Oh shit. Now things are serious.

Ezio: Give me my apple and untie me.

No

Ezio: Then can you tell me what happens?

I don't even know that. I make this up as it goes.

Ezio: Very sneaky.

:P Well bye