Earlier

Marceline was hugging Bonnibel, who had stopped crying and started stroking Marceline's hair. They were in a comfortable little position on the closet floor, sitting in silence. Bonnibel looked at Marceline, smiling then kissing her gently. Marceline stood, pulling Bonnibel up with her, they walked to the balcony. Standing in the gentle breeze they faced each other. Marceline pushed a strand of hair behind Bonnibel's ear, her hair was in a messy pony tail with bangs going diagonally across her fore head. Despite her tired look she smiled at Marceline. Things seemed back to normal, the way they used to be. No fighting, no running out, just the two of them together.

They were looking into each other's eyes when Marceline noticed a red glow on the side of Bonnibel's face. Then she notices the heat and the noise. Both of the girls look to their right to see a giant red ball of fire coming right at the candy kingdom. Marceline had just enough time to grab Bonnibel and jump before the fire ball hit the Balcony and exploded through the tower. She flew as fast as she could, looking behind her. She watched as the candy kingdom crumbled in on itself. The fire ball hit Bonnibel's room and ripped right through it. The tree started to collapse and light on fire, some of the tower still stood but most was falling to the ground. Marceline felt Bonnibel yank her head back into a forward position. When she did she was staring right into another fire ball. Marceline stopped dead in the air and fell straight down. Hearing a sizzle as her hair was burnt, she tightened her grip on Bonnibel and tried to stop their decent. It had been so long since she had floated let alone tried to carry some one through the air. It took all her concentration but she stopped and flew back up, she flew high and when she stopped they both stared down in horror.

The entire candy kingdom was on fire, the smoke was billowing out everywhere. There was not a single space that was not on fire. The palace had not been hit but in the tower, the court yard and gardens were the only thing not on fire. The tree on top of the palace was ablaze, the leaves making a crackling noise when they burned. Marceline looked down the tower, her gaze stopping at a window in the room above Bonnibel's. She thought through the flames she could see a figure. Standing about Finn's height and thin. Her attention was pulled away when Bonnibel began to sob into her shoulder. She floated there, holding on to her lover, watching at the kingdom burned.

Again Earlier

Finn was across the room putting his pack and sword into the wardrobe that was in the room. He turned to Fionna, who was standing at the window. She looked out it to the kingdom below, bent over leaning on the sill. Finn couldn't help but to let his eyes wander, she was a beautiful girl. He walked over to her and turned her around. She looked at him and beat him to the punch by kissing him hard. Wrapping her arms around his neck, he wrapped his arms around her waist. They moved to the bed and laid down Finn on top of Fionna. They kissed hard and fast, the days events taking a toll. Finn pulled back startling Fionna.

"Are you okay?" He asked. She ignored his question, pulling him back in for a kiss. Finn pulled back out, not letting it go. "Fionna." He said looking seriously at her.

She looked back, looking like an innocent child. She still had the large bruise on her chest, it was starting to turn a green yellow and fade. The bump on her head was almost gone, and the cut on her arm wasn't so red anymore.

"I… I want to try more." She said, burying her face into Finn's chest. Finn chuckled slightly, putting a hand under her chin pulling her face back up. He kissed her gently, he whispered into her lips "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

She pushed herself back up into his mouth and he grabbed her around the waist and rolled them over to lay on their sides. He put his hand on her hip, feeling the fabric of the shirt turn into that of her skirt. Fionna pushed herself closer to him and deepened their kiss. He moved his hand lower and slowly moved back until he had his hand over her butt. He squeezed it sending hot pleasure through him, Fionna had a fine posterior. She seemed equally pleased by the act and moved her hands to do the same to him. Finn felt the heat rising a certain part of his body, his desire building up quickly. They continued the little groping make out session until something crashed across the room. It startled the both of them. The entire room was dark save for the light that the moon let in through the window.

Fionna's blood ran cold, in the darkness across the room a pair of red eyes shone through the shadows. Before she could even react Finn Pushed her off the bed, she hit the ground and rolled. Finn had pushed her because the figure had jumped at them. He landed on top of Finn, pinning him by both feet on his chest. The figure stood crouched on Finn, his hand raised above his head with five long claws instead of fingers. His entire body cloaked in shadow, he was poised to strike.

A streak of blackness shot through the air hitting the shadow figure in the back and pulling it through the air, disappearing into the shadows.

Finn breathed a sigh of relief, he looked over to Fionna. She was on the other side of the room near the window. She stared at Finn, she was breathless and shocked.

He reached a hand out towards her saying "Hey, it's okay. Come he-" But he was cut off by the floor erupting beneath them. Something red blasted out of the tower, Finn saw it through the window behind Fionna. Time went in slow motion, the floor broke apart between them. They held eye contact as Finn watched the floor beneath her break away and she was left falling out of the tower. Straight towards the ground. Finn heard the screaming, then silence.

Somewhere else

In a dark dingy room a man sit upon a throne of cold dirty stone. One fist to his jaw her tapped the arm of the throne with the other. His broken teeth gritted and he felt his age in the throbbing of his head. Anger rising to the top he smashed the hand that was under his jaw on the arm of the throne, shattering it a bit.

"It disobeyed orders!" He bellowed at the shorter man who was kneeling in front of him. The shorter one shook. "It was a fluke! His brain must have still reacted to something visual. It won't happen again, sire, I promise. I have been with this one for quite some time, I know how he ticks." Said the shorter one.

"Good." Said the man upon the throne. "I have plans for it."