Let the Battle Begin: Chapter 7: Dirt and Roses
"That actually explains a lot." I murmured. Just then, there was a loud rumbling, followed by a bunch of shot noises and screaming. "GET DOWN!" Bonnibel screamed, and Marshall and I ran over to her hide-out thing and ducked down.
*Marshall Lee's P.O.V*
I don't know how long it lasted. I just remembered ducking my head between my forearms, when the darkness surrounded us. I just shut my eyes and waited for it to be over. That's what I've always done. Shut my eyes, run, and hope I don't get trampled in the process. It's kind of my thing. And then, I heard something I hadn't heard in at least a million years. I heard Marceline Abernathy whimper.
I don't think she meant it to come out that way, but it did. I had to ponder for a moment, and only a moment, 'cause it was a no-brainier to why Marceline would ever whimper and feel this uncomfortable about, well, anything: the scars of the Great Mushroom War. And suddenly, something took over me, that little 'hero' feeling that nags in the pit of my stomach took over my actions, and then, nothing else mattered but Marce. And my arms felt around in the darkness, and fell over her soft hair. I scooted closer in that direction, and wrapped my warm hands around her cold, shivering, figure. "Shh... Shh. It'll be alright, okay? Everything will be alright," I told her, stroking her hair lightly with my index finger. I think there were tears in her eyes, because somehow, my plaid shirt sleeve was now damp. But, it was okay. Marceline had every reason in the world to be crying right now. Suddenly, it was quiet. All quiet. Too quiet. No screaming, no shot noises, no sound of walls cracking. Silent. Except for the pounding of our hearts.
And, that was the moment I realized my eyes were squeezed shut. Slowly, I eased them open, half-yearning to just keep them closed, forever in the unknowing of what scene lied before me. I blinked them a few times, not really seeing whatever image was before me. What I saw, though, was Marceline. That's all I really ever saw. Marceline. "M-marshall?" She asked me, when she started to recognize the silence, as well. "I'm right here, Marce, I'm right here. They're all gone. All of the bad things are gone, now." Silent tears ran down Marceline's face as she nodded to the words coming out of my mouth. "Aw, c'mon, don't start the waterworks..." I murmur, but, I could see where Marceline was coming from. Marceline just put her face in her hands as a response. I sigh. And for a few moments, we just sit there, and I begin to take in the actual room. It's not all that different from before the darkness overcame me. A smashed window, a knocked-over dresser, some things were a bit trampled, but the room itself was still intact, which was an improvement of the rest of the castle, if I had heard what I think I heard. And then, I realized what was missing. "Bonnibel!" I cried out. "What?" a somewhat annoyed voice asked. "She's not here, they must haven taken her, or something!" I exclaimed incredulously. Marceline sighed. "Prisoner of war, or something... I don't know, I didn't watch Captain America with her the other 26 times." I smirked. Even in a state like this, Marceline could say something funny. Well, at least it probably means the scarring part is beginning to wear off. She lifts up her face. "Let's take a walk... I mean, float." My face wrinkled up in confusion. "Uh... alright." Maybe it would bring her closure to her awful memories, or something. So, I float upwards, and float over to the broken non-existent window. "Well, are you going to just sit there?" I ask, smile playing on my lips, as always. "Are you going to just stand there?" Ah, sarcasm. Yes, Marceline was definitely coming back. With that, she floated over and we went out through the window.
Minutes later, we were aimlessly floating through the ruins of the candy kingdom. Buildings that used to breath sugar were suddenly lifeless mounds of peanut brittle sagging under its' own weight. "Where are all of the people?" Marceline asked me. I shrug. "I don't know, it's like a freaking ghost town, though." I murmur. Marceline reaches for my hand as we float down the middle of the street. She begins to hum a tune, as we pass tons of buildings burning in their own sugar. I recognize the song, it was a song written before the whole "Mushroom War" thing. Well, I believe it was written during it, or if not, then for some movie coming out before the time. And I don't know what's come over me, I don't know if the whole sight has changed me crazy, I don't know if I just needed some relief after all of the bad things happening. But out of no where, I begin to sing to the song she's humming.
"This city grieves, like widows clasping folded flags against their hearts. Raindrops spill like dirt and roses, On black coffins in the dark."
Marceline smiles quirkily, pulling her axe bass out of seemingly no where and beginning to strum it. "Not yet corpses, still we rot, oblivious to our decay. Drinking poison drop by drop, Destined to die..." Her voice sounds like an ocean wave, blowing over, and over, seemingly calm and harmless at one minute, dangerous, and that close to pulling you in the next.
"Unless we save our lives, from the coming tide, that seeks to drown us in it's waves..." I sing. And suddenly we're in harmony now,
"But if we sell our soul, For the chance of gold, Then we'll rue each passing day." And then the strumming was over, because Marceline had just figured out that Peppermint Butler had just thrown a few coins near our feet. "That was one of my favorite pre Mushroom War songs." He says quietly, his voice throaty, and a lot different from the usual Peppermint Butler voice. But, I guess we all change a little, when war is upon us. I know I'll be changed. And Marce. And Bubblegum, since she's, uh, kind of like, captured right now, and... well, everyone. Everyone will be affected by this. Especially Marce and I. Definitely Marce and I. But it's not like we haven't felt it before. And just like that, it began to rain. Like Dirt and Roses, I had thought.
A/N: Hey, I'm baaaaack! My account got locked out of, if you were wondering :/... So, I don't own Adventure Time with Finn and Jake, Dirt and Roses, or anything else that I may have snuck in there. I apologize about the whole song thing, I was listening to it as I wrote this chapter, and it just kind of... appeared. {The song being "Dirt and Roses" Written by Rise Against} So... yeah. If any of you read my other AT story, by the way, it's on temporary shut-down, due to... stuff. Whoa, that's a mouthful. Review if you like the letter J!