Pairing: MarceLee
Song: Better Than I Know Myself by Adam Lambert
Requested by: Peppermint People
Disclaimer: Adventure Time isn't mine.
Lights flashed. Car horns beeped. Marshall Lee was surrounded.
"Give back that necklace, Lee!" the officer barked. Marshall Lee held his hands up. "Fine. I surrender."
"Come on. You're in juvenile detention for a month until someone proves you're innocent."
Marshall Lee leaned against the wall of the cell. Cold and calculating, just like him. He sighed.
A long month, it was. He didn't steal that necklace, he was framed. But the police thought so since he was a juvenile delinquent. Stole books, silverware, money, anything, and sold valuables in the black market.
He couldn't restrain himself. His father killed his mother when he was young, so he was brought to an asylum. He was just five, so he didn't know what an asylum meant until now. He was eighteen now, too young to be flawed.
He was brought into an orphanage and he met his best friend, Marceline. They played together every day and night, told stories. They grew up together until they were 14. Then everything changed.
Marceline was adopted. By a man in a suit. He was obviously rich. He had to go on a business trip, so he told Marceline he'd be back. Marceline seemed too happy to remember him. Marshall Lee snapped. He bullied, wounded, and lied, always making him look like the victim, when in fact, he was the murderer. Marceline tried to stop him, but he yelled at her. Said he didn't need her anymore, that she should just forget him. Marceline was too heartbroken to even say a word. She didn't seem to regret leaving.
After that he escaped the orphanage. Found a gang and hung out with them. He thought they were his family. But family wouldn't betray you, would they?
He sat down on his bed and started to sing.
Cold as ice
And more bitter than a December
Winter night
That's how I treated you
And I know that I
I sometimes tend to lose my temper
And I cross the line
Yeah that's the truth
He stopped. He sniffed, and realized he was crying. All the memories flooded his head.
I know it gets hard sometimes
But I could never
Leave your side
No matter what I say
Cause if I wanted to go I would have gone by now,
But I really need you near me to
Keep my mind off the edge
If I wanted to leave I would have left by now,
But you're the only one that knows me
Better than I know myself
He looked out the prison cell windows. He was caged like a simple animal. He stared at the world outside.
All along
I tried to pretend it didn't matter
If I was alone
But deep down I know
If you were gone
For even a day I wouldn't know which way to turn
Cause I'm lost without you
I know it gets hard sometimes
But I could never
Leave your side
No matter what I say
Cause if I wanted to go I would have gone by now,
But I really need you near me to
Keep my mind off the edge
If I wanted to leave I would have left by now,
But you're the only one that knows me
Better than I know myself
I get kind of dark
Let it go too far
I can be obnoxious at times
But try and see my heart
Cause I need you need now
So don't let me down
You're the only thing in this world I would die without
He heard footsteps. He didn't turn. He thought it was the warden, checking what the entire ruckus was about.
Cause if I wanted to go I would have gone by now,
But I really need you near me to
Keep my mind off the edge
If I wanted to leave I would have left by now
But you're the only one that knows me
Better than I know myself
Cause if I wanted to go I would have gone by now,
But I really need you near me to
Keep my mind off the edge
If I wanted to leave I would have left by now,
But you're the only one that knows me
Better than I know myself
He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He cried alone, cold, and restrained. He clawed at the walls. He shouted at the outside world for being so cruel.
Near the end of the month, when he was supposed to be released on parole, he was let out. He didn't ask why, he just knew he had to stop his thieving habits.
"Someone's here to see you, Lee," the officer remarked. He sat down at the meeting table. He laced and unlaced his fingers nervously.
"Hi, Marshall," said a voice. Marshall knew it was familiar, he just couldn't place it.
He looked up. "You have to stop this. I'm giving you a second chance," said a girl, eighteen by the looks of it. "Who are you?" Marshall asked.
The girl laughed. Her ebony hair framed her face perfectly. Her face seemed flawless. Why would she be talking to a boy like him?
"It's me. Marceline."
Marshall didn't recall what happened next. The next time he was focused, he was back in his cell. Then the memories flooded back. He hugged her tightly, and she hugged back. She said that she visited after seeing him in the news. She said to stop his habits. Marshall nodded his head.
She also proved him innocent. But then their time was up. He struggled out of their grasp, but they tugged him back.
He smiled. His old friend has done him a favor. Even if he never did anything nice for her. But he didn't care. He was going to be free.
Free of his old self, like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly.
Note: Peppermint People suggested the plot, so yeah.
You're happy, eh? Chapter 5 of Out of 24 There Will be a Survivor will be up soon, don't worry. R&R please!
-Rea xx