Chapter 3 of: Mad ruler going crazy
"Where am I?"
She took in a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Eyelids tried to open, but it failed. Attempting once more to see, she relaxed her muscles and opened them. Surrounding her was darkness. The sound of a bass being tuned could be heard near her. Alarmed she jolted up, or at least tried, because she didn't budge. On both hands were cloth tying her to each edge of a small bed, her feet were stuck too. Trying her best to get loose was futile. She felt powerless in this state. Suddenly she heard the bass play a familiar song. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it sounded so familiar. Trying to see through the darkness, she spotted a figure floating. It had an axe shaped bass in its hands. Words popped out before she could register it herself.
"Marceline, is that you?" Her voice was dry from lack of moist in her trout. The person stopped its playing, placing the bass on the wall. The person landed on the floor soundlessly. Only her speeding heartbeats could be heard in the dark. She heard a soft «Click» from the side. Brightness took over, forcing her to shut her eyes again.
Carefully she opened her eyes to the sharp light. A gasp escaped her dry mouth. In front of her stood a tall, slim guy. His skin was of a pale grayish blue, very familiar, and his eyes were of blood red, two pearl white fangs showed on his grinning smile, his hair was raven. The girl felt like she had seen him before, yet there were no clear memories coming up.
He walked closer to the soft bed, floating over her. His eyes took a stroll over her crystal blue eyes. Inspecting closer, he moved himself eye to eye with her.
"Are you going to call the cops?" She lay there dumfounded. It soon shifted to a pissed of one though.
"I wont call anyone if you just free me from these stupid scarfs!" She tried once more to free herself from the cloth, but to no avail. He smiled at the poor attempt.
In a flash he untied each limb from the corners of the bed, and now she could finally move freely. Yet when she sat up to get out of the bed, her body collapsed on the cold floor. A sudden pain of a stabbing knife was felt in the back part of her head. The mysterious guy jumped to her aid, he carried her like a bride and put her back to the mattress. But this time she wasn't tied to the bed. Terrible pain strained her body. She could hear the guy try talking to her, but it was muffled down to unclear words.
The raven head left for a moment, and came back with a glass of water and a pill. He carefully placed one hand under her head; tilting it up. With the other hand he tried to make her drink some water, but it didn't work, the water only slipped through the corners of her mouth. Trying once more with another method, he placed the pill in his mouth and poured water in as well. Daring to believe she would forgive him afterwards if she noticed, he moved his lips towards hers, infusing the water and pill into her, not letting go before he felt her swallow it.
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It took some time, but the girl finally woke up from the painkillers. Also the pain in her head had dimmed down a bit. Now the two people sat around his table, having a glaring competition. They stared and stared, until, the girl couldn't take it no more, her eyes were dried to the pulp; she blinked first. Her hands clasped her dried eyeballs.
"Ah! How do you keep your eyes open for so long?" she tried to squeeze her eyes shut, hoping it would relieve the dryness. He smirked at her actions.
"Dude, you owe me know. You lost the bet." He winked at her. Her face flushed from embarrassment of losing every game they had played. She already owed him 10 favors now.
"Cant you just tell me how you found me, and who you are?" she felt like giving up. He leaned in closer.
" First you have to tell me your name. Only then shall you get to know mine." Her mind went blank for a second; she didn't remember anything. Just before she was going to say she didn't remember, something else popped out.
"My name is Bonnibel. Now what is yours?" The guy stayed in his position, near her face. He smiled a big smile, showing his two canine teeth.
"Ok then, my name is Marshal Lee. A pleasure to meet you my beauty." He floated over the table, bowing his head jokingly.
"So tell me Bonnibel, how come you crash landed out of nowhere next to me yesterday? It surprised me to see a cosplayer out on the streets alone. Even worse that you popped out from midair!" Bonnibel stood there awestruck by the words he had just said.
"Why did you take me captive?" That was the question she blurted out. Marshal floated over and then behind her. He touched the back of her head. She winced as pain soured through her body.
"When you fell, you hit your head pretty hard. And since you were cute and I'm not heatless, I brought you to my apartment to tend your wound. You were bleeding pretty badly." He smiled at her.
"I had to suck a lot of your delicious blood. It tasted like bubblegum really. Also I think you got amnesia from the blow." She hadn't thought about amnesia, but it did make sense, considering she couldn't seem to remember anything. The guy pushed her chair out of balance, making her tip over. He grabbed a hold of her hand before she hit the floor. Their eyes were locked. She could feel that what was coming next couldn't be any good.
"Bonnibel, remember that you owe me 10 favors. I have decided what one of them shall be. You and I shall," He pulled her closer. Their breath intertwined with each other.
"You are going to help me assassinate someone." Bonniebel saw a flicker of amusement in his bloody eyes.
A/N: Well the adventure/ action will probably start in the next chapter, sorry;_; remember that reviews give me good righting vibes, so if you want chapters faster, then start leaving a comment on each chap. It will make me super duper happy. Till next time!