A/N: Hey hey hey! Look whose back with quite a few chapters in store for you. Maybe, just maybe I'll post some chapters after this one. Maybe.

But anyway. Here's an extra long chapter to make up for my absence.

Marshall is in bold.

Marceline is in italics.

And The Voice is in both.

Enjoy!

Now that Marceline was a creature of the dark she knew she had to stay away from people. To never interact with someone until she learned how to control her new-found 'Powers'. It never occurred to her that school was going to be difficult until she walked into her third period.

"Marceline, where have you been the past few days?" She glared at the teacher and strode over to her desk, sitting down a little too powerfully. She'd been putting up with this shit all morning and now, it was getting far too frustrating for her liking and to be honest, she would love to end it.

"I was ill." She spat as the man continued to stare at her expectedly. Ellen snorted and finally marceline had something to beat the crap out of when lunch arrived.

My, my...You are rather easily aggravated aren't you?

She ignored the voice and instead focused on trying not to break her pencil in half.

Aw, am i getting the silent treatment off of the little girl with no friends? Well i suppose i deserve it, i still haven't told you my name have i?

The pencil snapped into two pieces, alerting a few people around her. She let out a small growl and pulled a pen out of her pocket, making sure to not break this one.

Its Gregory by the way.

The teacher droned on and on.

But everyone just calls me Greg.

A cough erupted from a scrawny brown haired boy in the front row.

Your still not going to talk to me?

The wind began to pick up, blowing the blinds around and making the curtains come to life.

So...how's life?

Why the fuck do you care? Actually no, why are you in my head? I don't have time to deal with you right now so could you please please please be so kind as to fuck off?

The bell finally rang and Marceline was one of the first students out. She gripped the strap on her bag so much that her palms began to sting from her nails which were digging into her flesh.

When she realized that the next period she was sat next to Bonnibel she thought about ditching to go and rip a tree out of a ground. Just a thought.

"Marceline?" It was a familiar voice, but not the one she had expected.

"What are you doing here Ash?" She turned to face him, anger written across her face.

"Your her aren't you? The so called hero whose been running around the streets at night." Marceline shoved passed him and entered the fourth lesson. Her head hurt and her eyes stung every time she blinked but there was no rest for a hero. If you could even call it that.

Bonnie's face lit up like a Christmas tree once Marceline was sat at her desk and suddenly, everything that was annoying her was gone.

"I'm sorry i left without telling you and I'm sorry for breaking up with you but i just don't want to hurt you and don't take it personally but right now, i just want to be left alone ok?"

"I love you." The pinkette whispered.

"I know and i want to love you back and i do but i just cant at the moment and i hate myself so so so so so much." Bonnie smiled understandingly and put her hand on marcelines, squeezing it a little before returning to taking notes.

She hates you.

No.

I hate you.

Then fuck off.

Everyone hates you.

Thanks for the obvious, what's next, Today is Tuesday and im currently at school?

You cant love her.

And he was right. She couldn't.

But i will.

And if you hurt her?

Then I'll kill myself.

That will only hurt her more.

The last two lessons flew by pretty quick with Bonnibel helping her with what she had missed and soon, she was stood in the kitchen eating as much food as she could.

"Haven't heard much of that saviour, i have a feeling that she's planning something." Marceline shrugged and put the sandwich down.

"She's probably fed up of being misunderstood all the time."

"Well the way she killed that man on the corner of Clinton street I'd say that she could think a lot better with a bullet in her head." Marceline stopped mid bite and once again put the sandwich down on the plate, turning to Peter as she did so.

"Yeah...listen I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning?" The man nodded and watched as Marceline ran upstairs.

After she put her outfit on she climbed out of the window and down the wall, her climbing skills proving to be handy. Once she was out of her room and heading towards the city she stopped and looked down at her hand. She closed her eyes and remembered what Marshall had said to her when they were heading back home after her transformation.

"You can talk to me through your thoughts if that makes things easier for you and after 24 hours your...lets say your other form for now, you'll sprout wings."

"I'll sprout what?!"

"Wings."

It had definitely been 24 hours and now, she might need these so called wings to help her get around easier.

Marshall...Marshall?

Good, we can finally talk.

Oh yipee, I can talk to you both.

Fuck off Greg.

He told you his name?

Thought i was being polite.

Marshall, just tell me how to use my wings.

Well when you take the ring off the wings will act like another pair arms to you. It'll take a while to get used to but once you've got the hang of it you'll be soaring through the air like you've been doing it your whole life.

Can you fly?

Nope.

Great, she was dealing with an idiot and her brother, things couldn't get any worse.

"Better see what i can do then." She muttered before slipping the wring off. There was a tear of fabric from where her horns ripped out of her hood and it felt like somebody was crushing her...her...wings?

Just like another pair of arms?

From what i can remember yeah.

She stretched the newly acquired 'Limbs' out and yet again there was another tear of fabric, this time from behind her. Her shaky hands began to count off the demonic features.

"Horns. Check." They were slightly twisted and were surprisingly blunt at the ends. "Fangs. Check. Nails. Check." Both could be used to rip someone's heart out and cause extreme pain. Great. "Wings...check." They were black as night and absolutely gorgeous, the moon shone onto them giving them a spooky sort of glow. She began to stretch them once more before folding them back and looking around to see if anyone was looking.

Finding that the street was empty she outstretched them again, flapping them a little as she did so. The thought of flying from the ground seemed a little stupid considering that if she tried that in the city she'd be shot and sent to the government to be tested on.

The city was quiet and so she decided to climb up one of the medium sized buildings, taking deep breaths as she got to the top.

She jumped.

The wind hit her face like a brick as she dived down towards the ground. It also made it incredibly hard to open her wings.

"No no no..Come on!" She finally stretched them open and began to flap them. She eventually started to rise in the air and soon, she was flying through the cold nights sky.

She brought them in and wrapped them around her as she did a barrel roll, once, twice, three times before noticing a large amount of smoke pouring from a building. She flew in through an open window and tucked her wings back behind her, slowly making her way down a long hall.

"This isn't going to work." She heard someone shout from amidst all the flames and smoke.

"Yes it is, she loves to save people. We have hostages."

"She isn't going to show up."

"Yes she will!" She took this as a cue to step forwards through the large wall of smoke and immediately saw three people turn towards her. However, they definitely weren't expecting to see a winged red eyed beast with horns.

Marceline smirked at their terrified faces and began to walk towards the man in the middle.

"Tell me," She drawled, grabbing his neck with her hands. "What where you planning to do with the hostages once i arrived?" Her nails pierced his skin as he gasped for air, grabbing and clawing at her wrist.

"I-I was g-going to kill them." She lifted him up and stared curiously into his eyes.

"And what if i killed you first?"

"I-I hadn't th-thought of th-that." he rasped before she threw him into the wall, turning just in time to notice the others running towards her, bats in their hands. As the smaller of the two ran closer she grabbed his face and shoved him to the floor, dodging the swing of the man behind her as she did.

"Is that the best you can do?" She roared, feeling the familiar anger swell up inside her.

If you kill them then you wont have time to save the innocent people in the other room.

I can do both.

No, the building is burning down.

No shit.

Fine, kill them quickly.

Why are you helping?

The Master.

What about the bastard?

He's strong. I'm helping you because one, you wouldn't stand a chance against him and two, there's no use in me not helping.

Her foot collided with the third guys stomach, sending him flying into a door. The first guy began coughing, scrambling away towards the exit. She walked over to him and stomped on his back.

"Where are the hostages?"

"Burning alive." The man spat, blood pouring from his mouth. Marceline smiled and picked him up, pinning him to the wall as soon as he was on his feet.

"Tell me or I'll kill you."

"I don't know!" He cried, a thin layer of sweat working across his face as the fire began to get closer. "P-Please don't kill me...i only wanted the reward money for my family...p-p-please." Marceline slammed him against the wall again.

"Stop your begging, if you wanted money then you should have done something that would have been more...possible." With that she brought her knee up to his face and knocked him out. "Where are they?" She screamed at the second guy, making him point a trembling finger over to a door. Then, the entire roof collapsed making her path towards the room blocked by a giant wall of burning wood.

What do i do now?

You have the strength to move it.

Her hands gripped around one of the larger pieces of log and she began to lift it up, shifting it to the side. She did the same with the other ones and soon she was finished. She already knew that it was locked but she tried the door handle anyway before kicking the door in.

A mother and her child were curled up in the corner, crying and shaking. Marceline let them out and watched as they ran down a staircase to safety.

I don't feel to good. Her vision began to blur and she began to cough uncontrollably, a small bit of vomit coming up as she did.

Inhaling smoke isn't known for being good for you.

She stumbled into another room, breathing heavily and falling to the ground. She could hear the faint sound of sirens before blacking out completely.

When she woke she was still in the building but most of it was destroyed and the fire had been put out, she rolled onto her back and noticed that because the wall had been completely burnt down she could probably escape.

She slowly got up and stumbled forwards towards the large gaping hole. She hadn't been out for too long considering the moon had moved about an inch from when she last saw it. As she stretched her wings out she noticed that some of the feathers had been burnt and singed slightly.

She took off into the dark sky and headed back home, where she put the ring back on. She quietly opened the door and tiptoed upstairs, going straight into her bedroom and pushing her gear into a bag which she kept under her bed. Though she kept the jacket in her hands so that she could make the holes in it more comfortable.

The next morning Marceline had quickly got changed into a red hooded jacket, a plain white shirt and a pair of skinny jeans.

With a shout of goodbye to Simon she left and sprinted to school, already five minutes late to lesson.

She burst in and once more, the teacher was the one who was late. Ellen stood, like she did when there was no teachers around, and walked over to her.

"You," She ground out, jabbing a finger into the other girls shirt.

"Get out of my way." This seemed to catch the attention of Ellen who immediately smirked.

"Or what? Your going to beat me up and fly away?"

"Humans can't fly dumb ass." Marceline shoved the purple haired girl into a desk behind her and sat down in her seat. When she looked up Ellen's face was inches away, anger written across her face.

"Yeah, well your not exactly entirely human are you?" She spat, scanning Marceline before her eyes landed on the ring, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Well that's a pretty ring, mind if i take a look?"

"Get stuffed." Ellen was livid. Having just been pushed into a desk by the outcast and said loser having winning her first argument she wasnt having the best of days but hey, free hot dogs on Thursdays right?

"Give me the ring."

"Nope." Marceline smirked up at the girl and raised a brow.

"Girls, whatever are you fighting over now?" The teachers voice came from behind her.

"Marceline stole my dead aunts wedding ring and wont give it back." Marceline blinked; she wasn't expecting that.

"Its my ring..and why would you keep a dead woman's ring?" Ellen's eye's were practically popping out of their sockets.

"Marceline, give her the ring." Marceline's eyes immediately flicked towards the gold and silver ring.

"No."

"Marceline," The teacher said sternly, looking her dead in the eye. "Give her the ring." Marceline swallowed and slowly she began to take the ring off, closing her eyes as it fell onto the table.

She waited.

She waited for the tearing in her head, the stretching at her back, the sharpness in her finger tips and the stinging of her eyes.

It didn't come.

When she opened her eyes Ellen was stood, a confused look on her face as she stared at Marceline, as if waiting for her horns to shoot out or her wings to magically appear. In truth, so was marceline.

"What?" The girl shrieked, ignoring the ring in front of her and leaning in close once more. "B-But..but...but..."

"You taking the ring or is it mine?" Marceline asked, slightly amused at Ellen's gob-smacked face.

"Just...Forget it!"

Marshall's POV

It was pouring it down with rain as i reached the top of the hill, my feet were hurting and my head ringing, telling me to go back, to listen to them, to do as they say.

I wouldn't. I wouldn't serve them now i was no longer royalty, no longer 'special' in their eyes.

There was a crunch of grass behind me and i immediately knew who it was. I tilted my head back slightly and watched as the man drew closer from the corner of my eye.

"What are you doing up here?" I smirked and stayed silent for a while. "Answer me Marshall-Lee, what are you doing up here?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" My grin got wider as i watched him grow more and more frustrated.

"Tell me, what are you going to do when i tell her?" I frowned, putting a hand in my pocket.

"You can't and you won't." I demanded, turning around to face him. His pink hair reminded me of something, or was it someone?

"Your sister needs to know Marshall."

"I know, I'll tell her later. I promise."

"Later? And what if she's dead later, what are you going to do then?" I thought about the time i told her i wouldn't let her die, i made a pact that day. A pact to say that i wouldn't let my little sister die even if she wanted to.

"I promise Robert, I'm not going to let her die. She's my responsibility, I'm not going to mess it up this time." My voice cracked, making me sound weak and vulnerable. Lucky I'm in front of the only nerd i know who i actually like.

"You didn't mess it up," He breathed, putting a hand on my wet back. "its not your fault that she became the royal one and not you. Its the master's fault." I looked into his blue eyes and glared.

"You cant say that about the master. If he knew that you said that he'd-"

"He'd what Marshall, Kill me? I highly doubt that since i'm your loyal assistant." I blinked, realising that actually he wasnt, not since that im 'the wrong child.' anyway.

"I'm thinking." When i saw his confusion i smiled and shrugged. "I came up here to think, the rain helps and since this hill has a nice view i've come here ever since i was little."

"I bet it looks even more beautiful when its clear." He said, looking up at the grey sky. I ran a hand through my longish black hair and nodded.

"It is, you should come with me next time. Think together." I nudged him and smiled when he chuckled.

"Together." He agreed.

Robert's POV

We walked back in silence, enjoying each overs company and occasionally leaning into one another. Marshall would've been a good king but...something tells me that Marceline was going to change the world somehow, even if she didn't know it yet.

"Do you think anything's going to happen, with Marceline i mean." He muttered as if he was reading my mind.

"I...don't know." There was silence once more, not one of comfort this time, but one of thought and processing. It was like we could hear each overs brains whirring and buzzing, trying to come up with a way to make this easier for both us and Marceline.

The rain eventually stopped but the clouds hung over from above, looking down at us with anger and disappointment.

"You should tell her when you next to see her, its for the best." He looked up and opened his mouth, to say no, to hold it off just that little bit longer?

"Your right, your always right." His red eyes flickered from my eyes to my mouth before he carried on walking. I watched his throat bob a little as he swallowed, nervous about telling his sister that she couldn't control her transformations, her powers and more importantly herself. "If you think about how much technology we have in the world right now, we basically decide what we do with our lives and what happens next and i..." He paused, closing his eyes. "I've just decided to tell my sister that she cant defeat the master for a very, very long time."

"Better her knowing than not and going to kill him without any knowledge what so ever." Marshall's eyes opened again and he smirked.

"I just hope he's ready."