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Breakin

Finn sat back, sighing. His mother had gone to the store and left him alone. He had locked the doors and windows as she had instructed and since then he had been doing nothing but sitting around, trying to figure out how to work his pistol and spinning a knife in his other hand. Finally, he lifted the pistol, trying the hook-shaped thing again. A moment ago, it had barely moved but he had flipped some small bar and wondered if it would work now. Sure enough, the hook moved and there was a nearly deafening bang. In a split second, the top part of the pistol slid back then forward again. When Finn looked ahead, there was a hole in the wall.

"Bitch is gonna kill me," Finn sighed. "Oh well."

Finn looked around, eyes drifting to a large black book. There was a silver cross hanging out of it but the large ancient book didn't look like the bible his mother took to church. It was much bigger, brobably two feet tall and a foor and a half wide with metal plates on the corners and spine and with the pages yellowed and torn in places from age. Just as he saw it, a memory, or, at least, flashes of one, began to play in his mind.

He saw Marceline, lying flat on the ground. Something, he couldn't tell what, was glowing around her. There were people around her. Five. All wearing black robes hiding their faces. One held a large black book with a silver cross hanging out of it and another held a large black knife with a blade that curved back and forth as it shrunk to a point, like a snake.

Finn snapped back to reality as something hit the house. He stood looking around, knife held in reverse grip in one hand and pistol held in the other. He looked toward the door just as the lights went out.

"Ah fuck," Finn sighed. "Now what?"

It was dark, too dark to see much. He stepped back, pointing the pistol at the door. He waited, eyes scanning the darkness. After a moment, a window shattered in the room behind Finn

Finn spun, looking into the room but all he saw was was darkness and shattered glass. Suddenly, something hit the door, hard. He spun toward it as it was smashed inward. Finn saw the glint of a knife and squeezed the pistol's hook thing. Wood exploded off of the door frame next to the person who shouted in surprise, backing away. Finn squeezed again and the other side of the door frame exploded. A third attempt blasted the top of it. He swore and hurled it aside just as someone latched onto him from behind in a bear hug, lifting him off of his feet. He kicked backward, hearing someone, a male, grunt in pain and the arms released Finn. Finn spun, slashing at him and the man raised an arm, the knife splitting jt open but the man managed to keep Finn from killing him. Finn kicked him in the face, feeling the man's nose break with a sickening crunch. Then, Finn spun, ducking as the person from the door's knife flashed over his head. He stabbed at the person but they leapt back, avoiding the blade. Just as they raised the knife, Finn grabbed a vase of flowers and smashed it against the person's head.

The person dropped and Finn sprinted for the door. Just before he could get to it, a third person appeared in the door, this one with a long oddly shaped stick with an oval on one spot in red with some kind of writing in it. Finn ducked as the person swiped at him, hitting the wall instead. Finn turned, running to the window and opening it, glad they lived on the ground floor. Just as he reached the window, the person with the stick grabbed his leg. He kicked, feeling a second nose break and heard a muffled shout. Then, he scrambled through the window which shattered just as his feet hit the ground. He turned, sprinting down the street, feet pouding the tar loudly, though he didn't care. He did register tha running on the tar was much easier than running in grassy field like he usually did, so he was only half surprised when he reached the same diner he had been supposed to meet Bonnie at within a few minutes. He stopped, leaning on the glass door, trying to catch his breath. He looked around.

Must have lost them, Finn thought, scanning the blackness.

He started walking, cutting back and forth through alleyways until he was thoroughly lost. His feet moved on autopilot, carrying him through the city of their own accord. Finally he stopped at a dead end alley, looking around. It looked familiar, though he couldn't place why.

"You try to run, and come here," a voice off to one side stated as two people stepped out of the shadows, both wearing black cloaks. "You're dumber than we thought."

One of them lunged for him and Finn stepped back, slashing and splitting a palm open before the person tackled them, beginning to grapple for the knife. Finn wasn't sure if it was the one who had spoken but they were completely silent and were showing no sign of feeling the wound on their hand. Finn tried to stab them, succeeding in getting them in the thigh but before he could pull the knife out, the person scrambled away. A moment later, something hit Finn in the back and the most intense pain he had ever felt shot through him, his body convulsing. Then, he blacked out.

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