A/N: Just so you, the (probably like five) people who like this story so far, if you don't review and give me feedback, I won't be as hurried to update. I may even just delete the story at a cliffhanger part, because I figure no one wants to read it. :P
***Marceline's P.O.V***
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Marshall screamed. "Payback time, lover boy" Ash said. I saw something coming towards me, but before I could do anything, it hit me. I heard screams and evil laughter. And then everything went black.
***Marshall's P.O.V***
I sneaked down Marceline's ladder in her room, and apparently, she followed. "WHO'S IN HERE?" I bellowed. And out from behind a corner came none other than Ash and Ashley. I stared in disbelief. They had to be working for Flame Prince. "What the fuck are you doing in here?" I screamed. "Payback time, lover boy" said Ash. The same Ash that broke Marcie's heart and abused her for all those years. Ashley, standing behind him, threw something at Marcie. I tried to block it, but I was too slow. Marcie dropped to the ground when the dart-like thing entered her arm. Her eyes seemed to roll into the back of her head, and she fell to the ground. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I cried out. Ashley cackled evilly, probably because she saw Marcie in pain, and Ash cackled as well, most likely because I was in pain when Marcie fainted. I fell to the floor, and cradled Marcie's head in my lap. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER?" I screamed in rage. Ash just chuckled. I looked up. He was doing something to another dart-thingy. The next thing I knew Ash was inches from my face, and hovering above me. "I hope you have scarring dreams, Marshall." Ash said, grinning slyly. He then shot a liquid into my arm, and I immediately passed out.
I had three dreams. Every single dream was extremely bad, and yes, scarring. Well… except for the first one. That one was kind of… refreshing. Hopeful. Just because it was a nice memory.
*Dream(s)*
The first dream was a memory, a very long one. We were in the midst of a war. Marceline and I were at her old house, sitting on the steps in front of her porch. It was before the Great Mushroom War ended. We were debating how to kill our time. Marceline sighed. "We could go on a pranking spree" she suggested. But her voice didn't sound into it. I decided I needed to help her cheer up. I shook my head. "Too… out of budget." She shrugged. "We should go to a club." The idea came out of nowhere from me, but we agreed we needed a break from… life. We had to go by car, so we didn't get bombed or anything. A couple of minutes later, we were walking through the doors of our favorite club. I grin. "You know what I feel like doing?" I ask her. "I think I might have an idea." She said playfully, swinging our linked hands a bit as we walked onto the dance floor. "Hey, you know this song?" I asked her. The song playing was the intro to one of my favorites. "Totally." She grinned, and I pulled her to the front, where the DJ was conveniently handing out headset microphones to random people. I grabbed two, and handed one to Marceline. She grabbed it, positioning it on her head, and smiled. It was a smile I hadn't seen since the Mushroom War began. The lyrics began flying at us, but we were ready. We began singing word by word, the lyrics, right on key.
"Strange maze, what is this place?
I hear voices over my shoulder
Nothing's making sense at all
Wonder, why do we race?
When everyday we're runnin' in circles
Such a funny way to fall
Tried to open up my eyes I'm
hopin' for a chance to make it alright
When I wake up,
the dream isn't done I wanna
see your face and know I made it home If nothing is true, what more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you
Show my cards, gave you my heart Wish we could start all over Nothing's makin' sense at all Tried to open up my eyes I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright
When I wake up, the dream isn't done I wanna see your face and know I made it home If nothing is true, what more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you I am still painting flowers for you
I heard everything you said I don't wanna lose my head
When I wake up, the dream isn't done I wanna see your face and know I made it home If nothing is true, what more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you I am still painting flowers for you I am still painting flowers for you
I don't know why we liked this song… maybe it was just the band. It could be a very sad song at times…
" I hear voices over my shoulder Nothing's making sense at all Wonder, why do we race?
When everyday we're runnin' in circles Such a funny way to fall Tried to open up my eyes I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright
When I wake up, the dream isn't done I wanna see your face and know I made it home If nothing is true, what more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you
Show my cards, gave you my heart Wish we could start all over Nothing's makin' sense at all Tried to open up my eyes I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright
When I wake up, the dream isn't done I wanna see your face and know I made it home If nothing is true, what more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you I am still painting flowers for you
I heard everything you said I don't wanna lose my head
When I wake up, the dream isn't done I wanna see your face and know I made it home If nothing is true, what more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you I am still painting flowers for you I am still painting flowers for you"
For some reason, the song always made me stop actually… thinking. It was nice to just not think sometimes… I looked Marcie in the eyes. "I'm still painting flowers for you". I murmured, a smile playing on my face.
Then, I could just hear the instrumental, and I turned to Marcie. "May I have this mic?" I asked, holding out my hand. She just shook her head and grinned, putting her mic in my hand. I turned to the stage, and chucked them in the direction. It hit the DJ in the gut, but whatever. He liked it when people hit him with the mics, so... I guess I was doing him a favor. I mean, he was a DJ, after all. She couldn't stop grinning. That is, until I leaned into her and our lips met. The kiss lasted for several seconds, and then some dude came up and poked my back. Apparently, he just poked me so he could burp in my face and walk away. Marceline just stood there and laughed at me. I smiled in that funny, way sly, way I always did when I was about to say something to get someone back. "Oh, you think that's funny, do you?"She grinned. "Oh, yes I do." And we playfully wrestled around the dance floor. And then, for the rest of the night, we danced and laughed and had a couple of drinks.
Then the scene changed again. The second dream, was apparently supposed to be the present, and it was very brief, but it scared me. I was lying on the ground. I sat up and looked around. Marceline was unconscious on the floor next to me. "Marcie!" I shouted, and I sat up. I crawled over to her and saw the dart-thing in her arm. "Oh glob, Marcie, what did they do to you?" I pulled out the dart-type-thing out of her arm and held it in my hand. But my attention was immediately switched to Marcie's arm. It was starting to turn different colors, which didn't make any sense. The scar left by the dart was literally turning purple. Well, no biggie, I had healing powers, so I just touched her arm with my forefinger and the purple scar disappeared. Then, I continued trying to wake her up. But she wouldn't. I jiggled her shoulders, I screamed her name, I smacked the ground a couple of times… but she didn't wake up.
I was in a dark room, and chains were around my wrists. I heard a door open, and close. Apparently, I had company."Who's there?" I whispered questioningly. In response, something hard and unexpected hit my leg, and I fell to my knees, my leg searing in pain. "Guess my old bullwhip isn't as old fashioned as it appears to be." I recognized that voice… it was Ash. "Miss me, Marshall?" He said, whipping his bullwhip around menacingly around me. I attempted to stand up, but Ash answered by quickly aiming the freaking whip at the side of my leg. I dropped to the floor, the pain quite excruciating. "Beg me for it." Ash said sharply, aiming at my stomach, this time. "Excuse me?" I whispered, hoarse." I said" Ash repeated, speaking slower now, and circling me like a shark circles its prey."Beg me to hit you. Or else...Marcie gets it" He said menacingly, and from his face I knew he meant 'business,' and he wasn't afraid to take his anger out on Marcie. "P-please." I said, hoarse. "How does it feel, Marshall? How does it feel to have everything taken away from you and being forced to beg for the pain?" I closed my eyes as the whip came down on my back. Then, I heard it. It was a scream. A scream that called my name… in pain and hurt and longing. And I immediately knew who it was coming from. Someone, somewhere, was hurting my Marcie. And that doesn't go very well with me in the picture. A burst of energy formed. I had to help Marcie. I stood up. "Why are you standing?" Ash snarled. "Where's Marceline?" I demanded. "None of your fucking concern now get back on the ground." Ash (as always) snarled. I looked at him for a moment, approaching him. "You are one messed up wizard." I murmured. And in one fluid moment, my chained hands came down on his head, knocking him to the ground, unconscious. "Fuck you. Nobody messes with my Marcie." I said, as if he could hear me. And, at that moment, I knew I had just made yet another arch nemesis, as the nerds would call it. I picked up Ash, and used him to ram into the wall, because I couldn't actually get through it with my hands chained. When Ash's head hit the door, a bunch of concrete chunks blew out of it. It turns out Marceline was just in the next room, and she was trying to fight off Ashley, who was apparently using her fists and blows to strike Marceline, as opposed to a whip. "Dude! Get the hell off of me!" Marceline was screaming, very exhausted and still trying to conquer Ashley. Ashley, on the other hand, seemed to be fine, and was trying to pin Marceline down. So, I flew over to the two of them, and I kicked Ashley. "Marshall!" Marceline and Ashley screamed at the same time, one shocked, one gasping for air. I picked up Marceline, and we sailed out of the room, unsure of where to go next.
A/N: I don't own "Painting Flowers" by All Time Low, or Adventure Time, for that matter.