AN/: I'd like to say that there is a mention of self harm and a rather...dark action scene. I dont want to give too much away so ill just warn you. There is also the tiniest hint of abuse but to be honest i dont think any of you will notice.. ~You have been warned!~

Her back ached as she sat up the next morning. Wait, scratch that. Her everything ached. Marceline slowly stood up and made her way in front of the mirror.

"Ah, geez.." there was a small cut just above her eye and one across her jaw line. She tried to turn around but instead of grabbing clothes she fell to the floor in pain.

Lifting her shirt up revealed a large knife wound across her side. She groaned and got up, deciding on wearing her black shirt and jeans instead.

"Marceline, come watch this!" Simon called to Marceline as she got down stairs.

"'Sup?"

"There's been another 'heroic act' from the saviour girl." Marceline's chocolate-brown eyes flicked to the TV screen and sat down on one of the black stools, listening to every word.

"Last night a group of police men were called over to the Crook town estate where there was a planned Drug deal happening in one of the alley ways. Two men, Robert Walkers and George Cunningham, were found both beat up and knocked out. The authorities were watching the CCTV and found that the girl was indeed involved." A clip of Marceline knee-ing the guy in the face appeared for a few seconds before going back to the news reporter. "We are issuing a bounty on the young the girl of one thousand pounds. Each month we will raise the sum until the girl is caught. Dead or Alive." Marceline froze in horror when she realized that there will be people after her.

"Well...things certainly just got real for the young hero eh?" She nodded dumbly before running out the door, picking up her bag which held the outfit in and sprinting to school.

"Marceline, where have you been?"

"Missed the bus...Had to run to..school.." she gasped, falling into her chair and kicking her bag under the desk.

"Why do you look like you've been beat up..again?" Marceline squeezed her eyes shut and let out a shaky breath.

"I..er..i went to..the place where.."

"You were fighting some bad guys?" Elle pouted at her, teasingly and smirked when she got no answer. "You were weren't you?"

"N-No..i was walking home from the store and i tripped and fell into one of the rose bushes in my uncles garden." Elle scowled and quickly turned around with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Marceline...are you bleeding?" Marceline looked down and saw that her black shirt was indeed matted to her skin.

"why would you care bonnibel? Your just a goody two shoes who'll tell on me for 'self harming' or some wierd crap like that." The pinkette looked slightly offended before she sighed and looked to the front.

"I only wanted to know if you were..." she paused for a second and glanced at the older girl. "..and i wont tell on you, i just think that if someone else is doing it then y-"

"Someone else did do it but i sent them home looking way worse." Her hand wrapped around her wounded side and she winced in pain, trying not to look over at bonnibel.

"Listen...i dont think what she said is true. I was the one to tell the teachers when Elle was hurting you and to be honest...your terrible at fighting."

"yeah...? well i wasn't ready, if i had been i would have kicked her ass." Bonnibel smiled at Marceline and relaxed in her chair. "Dont get too comfortable around me princess..Dont you know what they call me?"

"N-No why..what do they call you?"

"I'm a monster.." She growled with a mischievous smirk. Bonnibel would've sworn that the other girls eyes flashed red for a second but decided that she was just tired from working so hard.

"Well...i don't think you are." It was quiet but just loud enough for Marceline to hear over the bell.

She walked out of lesson and headed towards the only place where there were no cameras, her 'safe area' as she liked to call it.

She sat down in the corner and smiled at the quietness. It quickly fell to a frown when she remembered what day it was. Every thursday she went to her parents house for a week only this time..she'd be staying for a month because Simon was going away on a business trip.

Fuck him. Fuck everyone. She'd rather die than go there.

Her breath quickened when she pulled her shirt up and saw the swollen purple mark on her right hip.

"look who we found..The little bitch." Marceline knew that voice anywhere. Mark Janwood or 'Maja' as everyone liked to call him nowadays.

"G-Get lost."

"What're you gonna do? Tear me apart?" Marceline shot up and ran towards him. Mark ran. He was quick but...she was quicker.

She began clawing at his face and kicking his stomach as he screamed in pain, writhing around and hitting her a few times in the shoulder.

"Get off me!" He screeched, trying to push her away.

Her hands turned into fists as she pounded at his neck and face. Her tears were running down her cheeks and mixing with the blood. Mark finally managed to get away from the attack but found that the exit was blocked by..IT.

"I-I..." Marceline fell to the ground and began sobbing into her sticky hands. It had been two years ago since she supposedly 'killed' him. She hadn't meant it! she never..ever wanted to hurt him but...he was asking for it.

"We're over you psycho!" a sixteen year old Marceline shouted to a seventeen year old with bleached blonde hair.

"C'mon babe, i didn't mean it." He defended himself, smirking when he saw Marceline turn around in rage.

"You called me a freak like the rest of them!"

"Yeah..it slipped out my mouth. Sorry babes." Marceline straightened up and growled at him, her eyes flashing red.

The boys eyes widened when Marceline grabbed the scissors off her desk and brought them up to his face.

In one quick movement his cheek had been slashed in half, like the Joker's off batman. A coppery taste flooded his mouth as he began choking on his own blood.

Another slash, this time on his stomach. He fell to the ground in immense pain.

"I said...we're over Ash."