Dear readers… I apologize this was SO LATE. I started my new job and I lost track of time. I also wrote a short story, you can either go to my page and find it or look it up as "The Steps to Happiness" it's Finnceline. Okay no more talking. Time to get this show on the road…

Hours had passed and Marshall was still in his coma. Fionna sat by his side, worried. She noticed his hands had healed from the burns, but he showed no signs of waking up. This wasn't a physical problem, it was mental. Whatever happen to Marshall had cause some mental damage. She just hoped he would wake up soon.
"Hello, Marshall. It's me… your Demon." The Demon spoke with a smirk on his face.
"Demon? What is going on? Where am I?" Marshall looked around "I'm home… but not at the same time."
"You're in a coma. Your fight with Flame Prince…" The Demon walked over to the television and turned it on. It showed Marshall with white hair and black eyes. "Took a lot out of you." He walked over to the bed and jumped on it. He laid down and crossed his arms behind his head. "With the demon thing, You know you're half demon, right?"
"Yes, Mom is a full demon, what about it?"
"Well ''Mom'' gave us her blood. So here I am, and I want one thing." The demon checked his fingernails. "Control."
"Control? Of… me?" Marshall laughed. "Yea right. Look… I need to wake up so… are we done here?"
The demon jumped up. "No. What don't you understand? I'm not asking for it. You used me to fight Flame Prince. Now I will use you to control this world."
Marshall stared at him for a few seconds then started laughing. "What are you? You sound like a generic villain. I'm more evil than you and I don't try."
"Evil? You're soft. You have feelings for a human and you feed on blood. You're not evil, you're weak. I watched for years and you're the softest you have ever been. Remember when you roamed the wasteland alone? Remember killing those vampires? Remember…" The demon smiled at seeing Marshall look away.
"That was a long time ago. I have changed since then." Marshall walked to the door.
"Changed? You almost killed Flame Prince, in front of Fionna."
Marshall turned and looked at him "That was YOU! Not me!"
"We're the same person, dipstick."
"We are in the same body, but we are NOT the same." Marshall turned back to the door and opened it.
"Where are you going, Marshy?" The demon laughed.
"I'm getting out of here. Somehow." Marshall walked out and slammed the door. He walked down the hallway and into the living room. There sat his demon, playing his guitar.
"Wow, with that I'm not surprised you don't have any friends."
"I have friends." Marshall's eyes looked at the ground.
"The look on your face says otherwise. Let's see… you have… No one."
"I have Fionna, Bubba, and Simone."
"Simone is gone and isn't coming back. Bubba just tolerates you. Remember, you're just his problem? Then there's Fionna… I don't even have to go there. It eats at you enough as is."
Marshall kept his eyes on the floor. It was all true. He knew everything about him. They were the same person. The demon sat the guitar down and walked to Marshall.
"This time I protected your human toy, but next time I think I'll-"
The demon's face was impacted by Marshall's fist, sending him across the room and into the wall.
"You touch her and I'll kill you!" Marshall said through his gritted teeth.
The demon knew what Marshall meant. Marshall would kill himself to just kill him.
"What about that promise you made? To your FiFi." The demon chuckled.
"She'll be better off without me, or a monster like you, in this world."
The demon stared at Marshall. "You can fight me forever, but one day you'll lose this war. Then I'll take what is mine. Now I have to get back to my room in your heart. The hole, that wreck, you call a heart at least." The demon pushed himself off the floor and began to walk out the living room. He stopped and looked at Marshall. "You're weak. Too weak to fight me." With that he left and Marshall stood alone.
He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "That was… an experience." He sat down, against the wall, and hung his head. "How can I be with Fionna with this kind of thing always on my shoulders? How can I protect her from myself?" He sat and thought of what he should do. "Maybe it's for the best if I… just leave… for good." His eyes closed and he let himself fall into sleep.
-Part II-
Marshall had been in his coma for four days now. Fionna had been by his side almost every second of every day. She had not been eating or sleeping, and when she did sleep it was next to Marshall in case he woke up. One the second day she swore she felt him clench his and heard his teeth grit, but Cake said she just needed some sleep and food.
On this day, Gumball came by to check on Fionna and Marshall. He had heard the news the night before from Lord Monochromicorn. He sat on the couch listening to Cake about what happen. When she finished he said nothing. He could not believe things had escalated this fast. At that moment Fionna walked by.
"Fionna. Fionna!" Cake tried to get her attention, but it failed. Fionna had only one thing on her mind, and that thing was Marshall Lee. She kept walking to the kitchen, ignoring Cake's calls. "Excuse me Gumball." Cake jumped up and walked into the kitchen. "What the glob? Why are you ignoring me girl?"
Fionna opened the refrigerator and put in the hot soda and pulled out the cold one. She had been keeping a cold one ready for Marshall just in case he woke up and needed it. She looked at Cake, and the black bags under her eyes showed her stress and pain.
"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you. What did you want?" Fionna's voice was monotone and low.
"Girl… you are driving yourself to death with this. You need to-"
"I need to stay by Marshall." She snapped at Cake. "I caused this. He's like this cause of me!" Fionna stomped out the room and back to Marshall. Cake stood in silence before she walked back to Gumball.
"She's in a bad place, Cake. Just give her space and time." Gumball still looked worried as he said that.
Suddenly the glass of the window shattered in and there stood the queen of ice herself. Cake jumped up and Gumball crouched behind her.
"Where is he?!" Ice Queen looked around.
"Gumball isn't here! Leave!" Cake made a mace with her hand.
"Not Gumball, Marshall Lee." Ice Queen landed and rubbed her hands together nervously. "Gunter told me what happen."
Cake was puzzled. "How did Gunter tell you?"
"He heard it while eavesdropping on Gum… He heard it from a source. Nevermind that! Where is he?"
"He's… up there." She pointed to the stairs. "Fi-"
Ice Queen rushed by before she could finish. Cake looked at Gumball. "That was… new and scary."
Fionna sat on the bed next to Marshall. She looked up to see Ice Queen standing at the door with fear on her face.
"What do you want Ice Queen? I'm not in the mood to fight, so go away."
"I'm not here for you." She walked to the bed. "I'm here for my friend, Marshall."
Fionna looked up at Ice Queen. This was not the same person she knew. Ice Queen was insane and dangerous, most of the time. Now though, she looked weak and scared.
"Ice Queen… you sure you're not here to fight?"
"No you stupid girl. Now tell me what happen to him." She looked at a scowling Fionna. "Please tell me."
Fionna started the story by telling her what happen that day at Marshall's and went on to tell her about the night he came over. When she told her about the fight and how it happen, Ice Queen did not move her eyes from Marshall. After Fionna finished nothing was said. All eyes were on Marshall.
"Don't beat yourself up. Marshall was always the one to hurt himself over a girl."
Fionna quickly looked at Ice Queen. "Was always?" This wasn't Ice Queen anymore. "Si…Simone?"
"I guess seeing Marshall this way let me come out, one more time." Simone looked at Fionna. "I can still see through her eyes, but I have no control. I have watched you age too Fionna. I'll say this… Even Ice Queen enjoys your company." She sat down next to Marshall and rubbed his head. "He always enjoyed when I'd just run my fingers through his hair. He'd ask me every night." A tear fell off her face.
Fionna stared, in awe, at this new, but old, Ice Queen.
"Fionna… I know it's hard to accept, but Marshall loves you."
Fionna looked down. "I know. I just… don't know how I feel."
"It's okay. I lost someone once. I lost control and he left, my prince left." She kept rubbing Marshall's hair. "You don't have to lose him, but you also don't have to let him go." She looked up and smiled.
Fionna smiled back. "I… do like Marshall. I… just need time, and settle this with Flame Prince."
"I understand." Simone stood up. "Marshall will be happy, as long as you're in his life."
Fionna looked back at Marshall and smiled. She grabbed his hand and held it. "I know."
Fionna felt her hand clench and saw Marshall's eyes slowly open.
"Ma…Marshall."
"Fi…onna."

There it is. Your Chapter Eight. Hope it was good.
FUN FACT: I wrote this story (all the way up to chapter 28) and I change it, depending on how I see fit. Well I did SOME changes and now… I kinda messed myself up. Fionna was supposed to leave FP in the next fight… well… That's how it originally went. This time… I have NO CLUE. Kinda been winging it lately. It matches the original idea in concept, but not entirely. Like for example… The sun wasn't out when Marshall fought FP, it was cloudy. When I typed it, I used Cake as a shield against the sun. AND best of All. Marshall did not wake up when Ice Queen was there. So from here on out… I'm winging it… harder than usual.
This is going to be fun.
It's 4:10am and I got school in four hours. Goodnight and thank you for reading. Until next time…
I'm out.