A few hours passed as Marceline and Furnius waited for news regarding Phoebe's well-being. The two had taken a nap by leaning next to each other, resting from the emotional strains they had both endured. With Marcy being considered a vampire, she was able to be within Furnius's close proximity without the risk of being burned. When the doors to the lobby opened followed by the sound of multiple footsteps, the pair jolted awake and stood up on cue. Neither the prince nor the vampire had time to blush as they instantly thought about Phoebe.

"How is she?" Furnius asked wringing his wrists.

The lead doctor held out his clipboard and glanced at it before looking at Furnius, "We have successfully healed Princess Phoebe from all the wounds she's sustained. All visible wounds have been mended and her matrix is stabilized." He paused briefly before continuing, "However, as reasonable as it may seem, the princess has appeared to have entered a comatose state. She is the first of her kind to overstrain her physical limits twice in a short span and survive. No elemental in our records has been known to accomplish such a feat."

"So," the prince asked with a crestfallen expression, "There's nothing else you could do? No potions, magic, or anything sophisticated?"

"It's unprecedented," he replied grimly. "Whatever it is, something is keeping her from waking up. I'd like to give the benefit of the doubt and say she simply needs rest, but there is a pain deep within her I have yet to comprehend." The doctor rubbed his eyes tiredly as one of the nurses behind him patted his shoulder. He nodded gratefully before shifting back into a serious expression, "I understand that she has bestowed you as the acting ruler. With that said, I leave it to your discretion if you wish to maintain her life support."

"I do," Furnius answered quickly. "I just have to believe she'll pull through eventually."

"Very well then," he nodded. "We will make sure she is comfortable for the time being."

"Thank you, all of you," the prince said to the medical staff before he dismissed them.

Once the group left, Marceline stared at Furnius with a hardened expression, "I'm going to leave real quick and check on the others. While I'm gone, can you please see if you can look up Jake? He's this yellow bulldog with stretchy powers, can't miss him."

"I know who he is," Furnius nodded as he recalled. "I'll do my best."

"Here's my number," Marcy said as she handed him a small note. "That way you can call me if something's up."

"Alright then."

The world around Marcy shifted to grey as she flew over to the Badlands. All of the emotions that once drowned her in grief and sorrow were now replaced with the sheer amount of wrath and vengeance. She stopped over at a small settlement of tents when she noticed it was under attack and an evil grin creeped over her face upon seeing the cause of the destruction.

"I've been waiting to have something to kill for a while now," she muttered sadistically as she stood in front of a twenty foot cyclops that terrorized the nomads.

The giant howled in laughter before it scowled at her, "Foolish little girl! I will crush you into the very ground you stand on and grind you to dust!"

"Don't call me a little girl," Marcy threatened as she transformed into her giant bat form that matched his size.

The cyclops snarled in frustration as he threw punches left and right. His chest would heave the more he missed, but his anger kept him to continue fighting. Marcy would dodge to the sides effortlessly as the winds rushed past her and then she would block with her forarms to gauge the cyclop's strength. Once she got a feel, her dark nature to inflict pain and suffering took over and she caught the giant's left wrist without warning. A split second later, a sickening crunch could be heard as Marcy twisted the arm swiftly past its breaking point. The cyclops howled in a combination of pain and anger, and was soon knocked on his back from a kick Marcy delivered. Before he got the chance to get up however, Marcy was already on top of him striking his face repeatedly with blood quickly staining her knuckles. Once she was satisfied, she proceeded to clutch herself onto him and break several more bones in his arms and legs. The cyclops was easily in tears as he was brutally immobilized and then begged for mercy.

"Please, stop," he said helplessly in between gasps. "I can't take anymore!"

Marcy got off and showed indifference as she collected a large supply of tears before looking at him. "Your victims ask the same thing, and yet you deny them." She stowed away the jars she used to collect the tears before shifting her free hand into a claw. Then, the cyclops grimaced as he felt a series of slow incisions made across his abdomen. Compared to the pain he just experienced moments ago, this was more of a general sting. But when Marcy drew her clawed hand in place for the lunge, the giant widened his eye in horror.

"And now," Marcy began. "You will know what it means to be in a world full of suffering."

The bystanders immediately ran away from what happened next. As they ran with their backs turned. They could hear the cyclops screaming at the top of his lungs full of anguish. A grotesque crunch followed and soon the ground beneath the cyclops began to flood immensely into a pool of blood. Seconds later, the cyclops died from shock with a horrified look on face. Marcy looked at her hand that held the organ she tore free and then dropped it carelessly in a splattering mess. Once her appearance changed back to a humanoid, the vampire studied her hands and clothes noticing that she was covered in the cyclop's blood. Her eyes frowned as she studied the now vacant settlement and she casted one more glance at her fallen enemy before flying away without a word.

Marceline knew somewhere deep down that her friends would disapprove of her actions as she made her way back to her house. She knew when she would look back on this moment, her mind would be fraught would regret and shame. She knew all the emotions she would feel once she composed herself, but continued to show a stoic, grim-like expression. After a quick hot shower and a change of clothes, the vampire had her thoughts focused on meeting back with Betty and Ice King.

"Marceline?" Prince Furnius called from her phone. "I have just received word of finding your friend. I'm sending you the coordinates now."

"Thank you," she replied in a monotone voice.

Ice King was able to walk with both of his feet after Marcy gave him a cup of the cyclops tears. As Betty hugged the vampire in appreciation, the former noticed Marcy had a withdrawn look on her face.

"What's wrong?" Betty asked sincerely.

The vampire nearly lost her composure from the question but answered, "Just.. something I did a while ago. Can I tell you about it later?"

Betty gave a reassuring smile and said, "Marceline, you can tell me anything."

Marcy nodded gratefully before shifting into a hardened expression, "I'll be right back. There's another friend of mine who needs my help."

"Listen," Ice King spoke. "Maybe this isn't the best time to say this, but can I crash at your place?" He then sputtered in embarrassment when he glanced at Betty and quickly amended, "I-I mean, can we crash at your place? At least until I can get my own place fixed up again."

Marcy suppressed a chuckle and replied, "Sure, it's fine." She looked over to Betty and nodded in affirmation.

"You got a clean slate with us now," a fire elemental officer said as he joined the conversation. "I would advise all of you to stay out of trouble."

"Don't need to tell me twice!" IK chuckled nervously.

Once everyone parted ways at the underground bunker, Marcy flew a short distance until she encountered an open field being used for tending the wounded. She walked around for a bit as she walked by several elemental soldiers lying down in stretchers, many of them missing an arm or leg. Just when it seemed like she would be searching through an endless column of bodies however, she finally found a particular magical dog covered with multiple burns. The vampire showed an expression of pity and shock at the sight of her friend's morbid condition, but quickly regained her bearings as she prepped another cup of the cyclops tears. Seconds later, Jake's burn marks faded slowly until it was just his natural fur-like complexion. He groaned irritably as he regained consciousness and his eyes opened slowly before meeting the vampire who sat beside him.

There was only one more thing left in Marcy's agenda as Jake stared at her indifferently. She knew just by thinking about it, she would be feeling anxious, hurt, and bitter. It was a problem she would hope to skip for her sake and her friends, but her heart knew it would have to inevitably face to the truth. Whatever the outcome may be in the days or weeks that were to follow, the vampire just had to know the ultimate fate of Finn the Human.