Okay, it's good to be back. I hope you enjoy this CH. If you don't at least tear up a little then I did something horribly wrong.
Fun Fact: While wrighting this I found out that gray and grey are both spelled correctly. I just wanted to share that. Also, I hate cats now.
Enjoy.
Cold Reflections
"Simon, please j-just listen to me. I can explain every-"
"SHUT UP! I don't want to hear your excuses! I want to know why you did this to me! Why you ruined my life!" Simon yells at me before he takes on a more quiet, miserable, tone. "Why you took away my princess."
The room seems so much colder than it was. And the static on the television made the rest of the room seem darker. "S-Simon, I didn't take anything from you," I try to convince him, but it seemed like he was listening to someone else as he stared into space. "I did lie to you, But it was only to protect you."
"From knowing the truth?! That I'm the Ice King!" I was taken aback hearing this, even though a large part of me already knew that he found out. The other part was trying to convince itself that this was all a nightmare and that I'm going to wake up any second now.
But still, I carry on with a wavering voice. "Simon, you haven't heard everything."
"I've heard enough," Simon says as he picks up the crown with his left hand, causing me to flinch at the thought of him wearing it. Instead he just stares down at it as he speaks. "I know it was this crown that turned me into that monster. I know it was the crown that caused my princess Betty to leave me. And it's this crown that made me go mad for so long... But it's you who brought back all this pain."
"No! I wasn't the one to do that," I plead, but Simon gets that look on his face again like he's hearing someone else. "I brought you back to end-"
"You brought me back to end your own pain! Being alone for a thousand years has made you go insane! So you brought me back so you could toy with me!" As Simon yells he starts to pace and mutter to himself while holding the crown with both hands.
He's not making any sense. Could it be the crown? Is it messing with him? I have to get it away from him.
"Simon, please just calm down and listen to me," After hearing me speak in a calm voice he finally starts to slow down and listen to me. At least a little bit. "Please, just set the crown down," After a moment of hesitation he places the crown on the table without much care.
Good. I thought that was going to be much harder. Now I just need to get him out of here and everything will be fine.
I start to move closer to him, more into the static light, as I speak. "Simon, I did lie to you, but it was only because I was scared. But I told the truth too. you are like a father to me."
After I said that, I heard very faint whispers that seemed to come from everywhere in the room.
... She's lying... She took away your princess... Betty.
"... Your not my daughter."
"No Simon, Please!"
Hate her...
"Your not anything like a daughter to me!"
Hate her...
"No,no,no,no," I have a watery feeling behind my nose and eyes warning me that I'm about to cry. .
Hate her..!
"... I..."
No. he's going to say it. He's going to say he hates me.
"I..." Before Simon can finish, I somehow overcome the grip on my heart and fly away. I fly through the frozen corridors, out of the mountain, and strait to my cave. All while trying, and failing, to hold my tears in.
As I head home I pass close enough to the Candy Kingdom to over hear the party. I try not to hear all the joyous music and holcyon laughter, contrasting with my aching heart and painful sobs, but a desperate part of me forces itself to listen. In a few moments I am out of earshot.
After a short time of flying I finally make it to the cave. Only to break down at the entrance. I curl my body, my head pressed onto the cold wet grass and my back to the night sky, trying to block myself from reality. "He...Sobs... He hates me!" I finally gasp. I stay in this position for some time before I head into my home to continue.
. . .
"I hate you," Simone says to Marshall Lee.
"SIMONE! Please don't say that!" Marshall pleads. "You ARE like a mother to to me! Please, just-"
...Simon...
"I'M NOT YOUR MOTHER! YOU'RE NOT MY SON! YOU'RE NOT ANYTHING LIKE A SON TO ME!" Simone screams at the Vampire King, her black sparkling dress only reflecting the light from the static on the T.V.
SIMON...!
"P-please listen to me," Marshall says in a quiet, shaky, voice. He's still wearing his, not so fancy, black tuxedo with the red bow tie.
"I don't want to hear you excuses," Simone says. Her black dress now blue and her hair, once brown, now graying. "I don't want to even see you, get out!" She continues with such intence disgust in her voice that the now little Marshall Lee flinches.
"B-b-but s-Simone..." The half-demon stammers as tears well up in his eyes, causing him to clench a stuffed bear to his chest.
Simon! Wake up...!
"I AM NOT SIMONE! I AM THE ICE QUEEN," The now fully formed queen of ice bellows as she rises into the air. She then looks down at the form infront of her. But she doesn't see a little boy. Instead she sees a young vampiress.
"SIMON!" Marceline yells with painful, frozen, tears streaming down her pale face. "You don't have to be the Ice King!"
I command you to wake up...!
Sleep...
The king of ice, still wearing what used to be Simon's regular suit, looks down at the young woman and speaks. "I don't know who you are. Begone."
He's... taking me...! Wake-
...Finally...
The Ice King sends an ice spear strait for Marceline's heart. But before it can hit...
. . .
I wake up with a gasp. I look around trying to remember where I am. After surveying the dark cold room I'm in it hits me.
... Marceline.
I remember how I got here and what I found.
The truth.
The video I found was of me. I could see myself slowly resembling that mad king. I rewatched it multiple times before Marceline...
I remember Marceline. I remember how angry I was at her. How close I was to telling her that I hated her. The thing is though; I don't feel angry anymore. I feel just... numb. Numb like I should just fall asleep and wait to...
Wait... when did I fall asleep? I don't rememb-
My thoughts where interrupted by a noise. It sounded like something being dragged across the icy floor. I look to where I think the sound came from. The only light I have is from the television static but I could just see my amulet being pulled into darkness. A shiver runs through my spine at the sight.
"Wh-whose there?" I stutter as I look for a weapon. All I find is the crown still lying on the table infront of me. I pick up the item that ruined my life, the freezing metal burning my hands, and hold it so that the points can be used as a weapon. "What do you want?"
... Nothing... any more...
POFFT! The television went out suddenly leaving me in, the now chillingly quiet, dark with what ever is in here with me, I can't see it But I have a feeling it can see me just fine.
"Who are you?" The words leak out of me unintentionally. But I continue to speak to correct my question, "... What are you?"
... That... does not matter to you... any more...
"Y-your the one from the dungeon. You helped me find that amulet."
... Correct... you've done everything... just as planned...
I was going to ask what he meant by "plan" but he must have looked into my head before I could say anything.
... Doesn't matter... nothing matters anymore... that is how it will be...
... Your... your right. Nothing does matter anymore.
... yes... now then... farewell... and thank you... for all your help...
I stand there staring into nothingness; thinking about all I have lost.
Betty. My princess. I can never see you again. Never...
PwaaaazzsSHHHHHHHHH... I jump at the deafening sound of the television, breaking the silence and burning my eyes from the chaotic light. After a moment the the static ceases to contrast with the, now vanished, silence and darkness as I adjust.
As I become numb to it. Along with the rest of the world.
I slowly sit on the couch and blind myself by staring into the electric snow. I lift the crown, with numb, non-existant hands, over my head.
I place the crown on my head. Where it belongs.
. . .
I hate you.
The Vampire queen, curled in a nest of blankets on her bed and wearing the clothes she usually wears to sleep, sobs as she hears the echoes of the not-too-distant past.
I hate you.
Only... the echoes are not coming from yesterday. And they are not coming from Simon. They are from before he returned.
I hate you.
The one who spoke them was Marceline herself. She said those heart breaking words to the Ice King, a man she claims to not be Simon in any way.
She's remembering this now because she saw how yesterday mirrored with that last night with the Ice King. How angry he was at her. How he claimed not to know her. And how he almost spoke the same words that are reverberating in her disheveled mind.
"Is... Hic... is this how he felt?" She had been too dehydrated to cry for sometime now. But after she speaks to herself, a hot rush flows down her pale face
... He... he never called me Marcy. Always Marceline.
She spoke those words to convince herself, more than Bonnibel, that what she did was right. Now they seem stupid and childish to speak.
"I sh-sh-should... Hic... never have done this!" Marceline continues to sob, with no end in sight, into her pillow.
With her flooding eyes, slightly runny nose, and muffled ears she could not sense the ill willed and unwelcomed presence sneak into her room and loom over her with a wicked plan in mind.
Alright, I really hope you cried to this one. I tried really hard to make that happen. Please say if you at least had a tear escape. To be fair, I put in that fun fact and cat thing to unprepare you for this.
Okay, please review and feel free to PM me. Also, next CH is the debute of "Marcy's Song." I mean it this time.