Chapter 25: Caught

I'm still here my loyal bitches, niggas, pimps, and any possibly pretty ladies J

Peter: You be Playin

Damn straight. That's how I roll now

Peter: Then why are you still alone

Fuck this. I'm done playing around. Menendez, drop the wrecking ball

Menendez: Si' sir.

Peter: Oh Fu-

That sounded so nasty. Anyway, todays guest is… duck I need more tv shows to watch.

Menendez: How about George Takai sir? He hasn't been around for a while

Who knew a terrorist could have such an amazing idea. George, take it away.

George Takai: OH my, Sember2013 does not own anything except what he has created and can get away with.

ONWARD FOR SPARTA

Finn arrived back at Marceline's an hour after he sent Jason away. When he got inside, he collapsed on the couch. Once he hit, he immediately shot up and ran to the sink so the blood running from his nose wouldn't get everywhere. "I could've landed through the table and it would have been softer then that sad excuse for a boulder." He said out loud to himself.

From the moment Finn had walked in the door, his scent had floated up to Marceline, slowly waking her from her slumber. It wasn't till the smell of fresh blood reached her nose she sprung up. She crept down the stairs and saw the little droplets of blood on the floor. She followed them and ended up in the doorway of her kitchen, staring and the torn back of Finn's shirt.

"Finn?" she asked, causing him to jump a little. "Hey Marcy." He said turning around to show his nose pouring out blood. "What happened?" She asked, her voice filled with a sort of avoidance. "I forgot that you prefer your furniture made of pure diamond and I jumped on it and now I'm here." He explained quickly in a joking manner.

"Uhm… Finn?" She asked worried. "Yeah?" He responded simply. "What's that smell on you?" She asked seriously. "Probably just the blood." He responded nonchalantly. "No, there's something else. Anything you'd like to share" She asked accusingly. "What are you implying?" He asked, anger creeping its way into his voice. "Don't play stupid, I can smell the life force that left your body. It's so strong I'm surprised there is anything left in your body." She said sternly.

"I didn't know it had a scent." He said, playing it off as a joke. "I doesn't. I can see it in your movements. You're becoming weaker and weaker, you can't even walk properly." She said sternly. Finn had nothing to, he looked down, embarrassed at how he was caught but also ashamed. He had broken his promise to Marceline and it hurt him deeply. He fell to his knees, HARD. The shock reverberated through his whole body.

Marceline was stunned at seeing his massive body fall like it did, and was worried by the expression of pain his face wore as if it were the only expression he knew. She moved to him quickly and tried to hoist him up, but couldn't, even with her vampiric strength. "What the fuck." She said out loud an confused.

"I'm sorry." She heard him mumble under his breath. "Finn, its ok, just please stand up." She said quickly, extremely worried. "I can't. The seal is breaking and his power is holding me down." He said expressionless. "You have to try." She yelled to him. "Stop." He said calmly. "There is no use trying. This isn't the first time it's happened." She tried to shake him, but he didn't budge in the slightest. It was like trying to push a brick wall.

His body was stiff, as if he were locked in his kneeling position. She just sighed in defeat and laid there next to his immobilized body for hours. They were there so long they both fell asleep.

Marceline was awoken by a deep, loud thud. She shot up onto her feet to look for the source of the sound. She looked around and saw nothing but Finn lying down on the floor. She didn't notice at first, but then she stood there staring at the figure lying before her and chuckled to herself. "The guy falls flat down onto his face and doesn't even wake up. Sheesh."

Lifted him up, even though he still felt really heavy, and brought him upstairs to lie him down in bed with her.

*Finns Mind*

"I'm so sorry Finn." Said the tall pale man in front of him. Finn smiled at the figure, "It's not your fault. It's mine if anyone's." He told his friend. "But-""No." Finn interrupted calmly. "None of this is your fault. I will hear no more of this. I'm finally happy and everything is perfect… except you're not there to enjoy with me." Finn said sadly.

The figure walked up and hugged Finn as if he were a brother, "Please, just release me and live. It will be better for everyone." Finn shook his head with a smile on his face, "I will die as I lived. I've told you once and I'll tell you for the next month and two weeks I have left." Finn said calmly.

"But things are different." Countered the pale man. "How so?" asked Finn. The man smirked, "It's simple. Before, it was just the 5 of us, now there's six. You have Marceline to look for now." "Like I said, I'll die the way I lived. She loves me. I'm good, slightly deranged and prone to violent outbursts, but still. If I release you, I die anyway." The now aggravate man slapped Finn with incredible strength. "You can't keep calling yourself good if you're going to abandon all those who care about you. Only a sick evil soul would do that."

"That's enough. I allowed this conversation in hopes you would have accepted my decisions but no. Instead you waste my time. Goodbye Sheamus." Finn said as the dream faded.

God damn it Finn stop being a jackass.

Finn: Fuck you.

You're lucky I need you for the story

Finn: O.O

Hush mode. Well that's that, I'm sorry I took so long but I've had no inspiration or real need to write recently and my high levels of distain for Valentine's Day provided just that. I started writing it but stopped. Anyway, any dudes get a sexy valentine, if you did you're a lucky bastard. I can barely talk to the one I want.

Peter: Pussy

FUCK YOU FASSHOLE (Fat Asshole). How the hell did you get here? Menendez left you in the Arizona dessert. Welp, bye everyone.