eddie95: I know. Sorry if i put any small chapters, but hey. Short and sweet. but in that case, its short and not so sweet.

MrNin10do: i lold at "boingloins" lol especially that its said in the show.

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Finn

Throughout the whole day yesterday, I couldn't get Marcy out of my head. After she kissed me on the cheek, I began to think about her more seriously… you know… more intimately. She was the really cute girl that lived next door. The most defining feature were, of course, her weirdly natural red eyes. She was all-in-all beautiful, but what makes me so mad is that that beautiful lady is being mistreated by Ash. The signs were visible… well not always.

The next day, after her birthday, I saw Marcy sitting on the front steps of our school during after school hours. She had a long-sleeved hoodie on, where the hoodie was exponentially larger than her face. I approached her and sat down next to her. "Why so sad?" I asked.

She refused to answer, nor did she look at me. I leaned forward to get a better look at her face. She had a ton of concealer on, which was coming off from the water trail that were her tears. "Marcy, are you okay?" I asked.

"No… I'm not okay!" she exploded. "I hate my fucking life! I just want it to be over!" She buried her face in her hands as I placed my hand on her forearm. She winced in pain immediately and pulled away.

"Oh no…" I gently grabbed her sleeve and pulled it down. What I saw made my spine shiver. She had been cutting herself, as revealed by her red horizontal cuts on her wrists. She quickly pulled her hands from her face, hiding the scars again. "Marcy, why?" And then I figured it out when I saw her face. She had smudged her makeup on her face, revealing a giant bruise on her left cheek. I could feel my anger heating up my body. I felt my fists curl so hard that it nearly punctured my skin. That fucking asshole. I oughtta kill him. I thought.

"I didn't want you to see me like this, Finn," she wiped more tears from her face, revealing more of the bruise. It was bigger than I originally perceived, covering her entire left cheek. Ash must have punched her. Really hard.

"Marcy look-" before I could finished my statement, someone stepped out of the corner of my eye. It was Ash, holding a bright pink teddy bear with long arms and legs, and in his other hand, some flowers. There was a card in an envelope attached to the flowers, labeled 'Mar-Mar'.

Ash walked up to us. "Hey Mar-Mar… I wanted to apologize for what I did. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I'm really sorry. I hope you can forgive me." He proceeded to kneel down and handed her the stuffed animal and flowers. She immediately cheered up and stuck her hand out so that Ash could help her up, princess style.

Marcy may not have been able to see the kind of shit this guy was pulling, but I could see right through it. Ash was the prime example of an abuser, who's one of many traits is that he appears charming, showering the girl with gifts to lure her back into his trap. I looked at Marcy with a look, attempting a somewhat mental conversation with her. You can't be fucking serious. She looked back at me in confusion, for she had no idea what my facial expression meant.

She wiped the tears from her face, making sure not to smudge her makeup. She waved her hand in my direction. "This is Finn."

He stuck his hand out, expecting a handshake. "Hey, my name is A-"

"Yeah, I know who you are." I interrupted him rudely.

"Whoa calm down dude. What's your problem?" he acted clueless when deep down, he knew what I was talking about. I kept my cool, trying not to start anything in front of Marcy. I could see his short fuse flaring. He stepped up, his face close to mine. He was only slightly taller than me. "If you got something to say, say it to my face." I stared right back at him, trying to hold myself from wrecking his face. I looked at Marcy, who was shaking her head back at me. I stepped down. "That's right." Then he shoved me, knocking me into the mud. "Heh… faggot." He then turned his attention to Marcy, who throughout this whole ordeal, did nothing. "C'mon babe. Let's go."

She stared at me in horror, trying to decide what to do. I shook my head, but she ignored it anyway and left with Ash. As they were walking away, I could hear Ash whisper into Marceline's ear. "I don't want you around him anymore. He is bad news for us."

That night, after a long shift at the Tree House, I walked back home to find Marcy sitting on the front porch, with her hands covering her face, once again. She was still wearing the same hoodie I last saw her in. Honestly, I wasn't surprised that she was upset, knowing the kind of person Ash is. Oh how they forget their apologies so quickly. For a moment, I thought about whether I should see what's up. I actually considered not bothering her because I was still angry at her from earlier today, but she couldn't help herself. Ash's claws were so deep into Marceline, she couldn't tell the difference between right and wrong anymore. To her, there was only Ash. That was her only choice. I decided to walk up to her. "What's wrong?"

"Just go away, Finn." She was crying. I noticed her hands were in a rather weird position as they were cupping her face.

"Marcy…" I placed my hand on her cheek, trying to not put pressure on her bruises.

"Leave me alone, Finn. I don't want to see you right now."

"Marcy, it's gonna be alright," I reassured her. The grip she had on her face loosened, and slowly, I pulled her hands away from her face. She had blood gushing from her broken nose, a bloody aftermath of Ash's rage. "Oh god…" I pulled her into my embrace, making her sob even harder. I didn't care if she got her blood on my blue work uniform. I felt like I just had to do it. She melted into my arms, wrapping her arms around me and crying into my shoulder. For a moment, all felt right, despite the terrible circumstances. That was when I realized that I had to have her; that I loved her. I pulled off, brushing her hair away from her beautiful face. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up." She nodded in agreement. I held my hand out, but when she tried using it as leverage, she didn't have enough strength to get herself up of her porch. The sight made me angry; not at Marcy, but at Ash. The abuse was beginning to take a toll on her mental stability, causing her to become weaker over time. I picked her up, bridal style and entered the house.

I set her down on a chair that I had placed in the bathroom. She was so drained from the abuse and crying, she seemed almost lifeless. I held her face in my hand, examining the extent in which her nose was damaged. "Well I have good news… I guess."

"What?" she asked silently.

"Your nose isn't as damaged as I thought… granted it's still terrible that Ash did this to you. I had originally thought that he shattered your nose cartilage. He just only dislodged it."

"How is that good?" she asked.

"It means we don't have to take you to the hospital. I could fix you up right here." I placed her damaged nose in between my right forefinger and middle finger. Before I began, I gave her a precaution. "Okay, I'm not going to lie, this is going to hurt like a fucking bitch. You have to try your best not to scream so loud, okay?" She nodded slightly, trying not to cause herself pain (I still had her nosed clenched between my fingers). "Okay… on three. One… Two…" I quickly wrenched her nose back into place, making her scream in pain so loudly, that I had to cover her mouth in order to stop my eardrums from bursting. After a while, I finally let go of her nose, cleaning the blood trails with alcohol wipes. "Don't touch your nose or put any pressure on it, okay?"

"Okay… What the fuck happened to three?"

"If you tensed up, I might damage the nose even further. Trust me, its better if you don't expect it."

She let me unzip her long-sleeved hoodie because it was drenched with blood. I tossed it into the corner of the bathroom and cleaned her up some more. I noticed that she was wearing a t-shirt, a gray Beatles t-shirt that fit her form really well; then I noticed her cuts on her wrists. There were more than I previously had thought. Or did she cut herself some more? I couldn't stand the thought of it. After I cleaned off the rest of the blood, I threw the alcohol wipe down in anger. "Marcy!" I yelled, making her jump. "I have kept silent and held my tongue for far too fuckin long, and as your friend, I have to say this. You have to leave Ash or he is going to kill you."

She looked down, rubbing her skinny jeans with her finger, shyly. "Well he is only violent when he drinks…"

"How often is that?"

"Look, Finn. I still have faith in Ash, alright? He is a good person at times and I feel that that person is still inside of him." She looked up at me. "I don't even know why I'm telling you this. It doesn't affect you in any way whatsoever…"

"It does affect me-"

"How does this affect y-"

"Because I'm in love with you, Marceline!" My sudden outburst lead both of us to a long moment where nothing could be heard except for the crickets outside, chirpin like they do every fuckin night. I looked at her widened eyes as a result of my statement.

"What?"

"I love you." I knelt down, placing my head on par with hers. "I just want you to be happy, and be safe. You can't do that with Ash around." I pulled her in for a long kiss, and when I thought it was over, I attempted to pull away. She had a sudden burst of energy, almost as if I had transferred it over to her. She grabbed my face and pulled me back in, kissing me furiously and passionately. I remember wondering whether this should happen, but I melted into it without a second thought. I returned her passion and began kissing her some more. With her hands still gently grasping my face, she then rested her forehead on mine and whispered two words.

"Don't go…"

I nodded and kissed her excitedly some more. She wrapped her arms and legs around my kneeling body, mentally signaling me to take her to her bedroom. From that point on, the rest of the act was a huge blur. Minutes were getting faster and faster as we removed each other's clothes. Things kept getting faster and faster until, all of a sudden, time stopped, leaving us both on her bed, wondering what in the ever living fuck, just happened.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was a whole lot less depressing to write than my previous one. Go ahead and review, especially constructively!

Also, i am going to take a 2-3 day break. That's what i did in the Transcendence story, right before i wrote the chapter of Finn vs. Jane, and i wrote an amazing chapter, so much so, that i surprised myself. So that's what i am going to try to do. I will see ya then! Sorry about that in advance.