A/N: Hello once again, readers of my fanfiction! …everything that I wanted to say was in the last update… so, ON WITH THE STORY!
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Chapter 3
Back in the land of Ooo, Finn was riding on Jake's back home after Flame Princess (who is now Flame Queen) had told them she was meant to rule the Flame Kingdom. Finn sighed and hung his head low. What more could he do? He was the one who messed her up so badly; the one who had deceived her. 'Now, she's so bent on everyone being honest to a fault that she's become more lawful evil than anything!' he thought disappointedly.
All of his plans had completely backfired and now, he was in a spiraling vortex of his own self-pity. But, he tried to list her negative qualities to distract himself from the heartbreak, 'She always burned me when we touched… oh, but I kinda liked that… Oh! She has that short temper! …But, she's just real emotional and passionate…' he sighed and felt tears swell in his eyes. He immediately growled and smacked himself, feeling the onslaught of tears incoming, 'No! I can't cry; no more! I just have to face the fact that she was perfect for me.' Though, Finn was wrong, even if he didn't realize it then. It wasn't that Flame Princess was perfect for him, he was just too perfect for her.
The hero couldn't list her bad qualities because he feels guilt for having spoken or thought ill of someone behind their back. Finn laughed scornfully; the righteous "Hero of Ooo" brought to his knees by a girl. He almost wish something horrible would happen to the world, just so he could get his mind off of the Fire Elemental who broke his heart in a matter of a single conversation.
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In Aaa, With Inficere…
The ice hallways that were carved into the mountain-palace seemed to go on forever. So much so that he considered returning to the bedroom with the fire, so he could continue to warm himself as he was already beginning to feel lethargic and slow once again. So, he took off his Pink Floyd t-shirt (the only piece of true clothing that wasn't biomass) and proceeded to make a heavy, black leather jacket out of biomass with the same Dark Side of the Moon symbol on the back. Surprised that the plan work and that the biomass jacket kept the cold out, he felt himself speed up as he sent out another sonar wave to show him he was near the humanoid figure.
But, he was surprised to see that when he was right in front of the figure, he was met, yet again, by a solid wall of one-foot-thick ice.
He groaned loudly, quickly becoming quite annoyed for some reason. Without waiting another second longer, he reared back his fist for a moment before launching it into the wall. Chunks flew everywhere as the wall shatter from the impact of his fist. He looked around before seeing a woman who looked to be about 25 in age, who had pale, icy blue skin, long nails that almost resembled claws, long, slightly curled snow-white hair, and her most remarkable feature, she had electric blue eyes, reflecting knowledge that betrayed the look of her age. Really, Inficere was very much surprised by how perceptive he'd become, but it didn't stop him from indulging in her looks until his eyes laid upon both the deep blue dress she wore that clung to the figure of her torso, but came to the part that formed the bell-looking skirt of the dress and then, the tiara that rested on the top of her head.
She spoke in a much more seductive tone (or at least, he thought it was seductive, if this woman was who he thought she was), "My, my, it seems my Prince is quite the fighter. How are you feeling, sweety?"
Quickly stumbling back (not to mention falling right on his butt), he yelled, "What the stuff?! Ice Queen?! You're supposed to be old and grody, not young-looking and hot-" and he stopped right there when he realized what he'd just said and blushed a deep red that matched the coloration of the virus.
Ice Queen seemed to have caught on to what he blushed about and flushed a darker, indigo color. Though, she recomposed herself and said regally, "Yes, well, if only other princes would see how awesome I am, maybe I would already have a fiancée."
"W-Well- erm—I guess the reason why is that; A, you kidnap them and B, You live in ice! My body hates ice and cold now for whatever reason BLACKLIGHT has."
The ice monarch sighed and sat down in a chair that was nearby, "It's not like I want my life like this, it's just how my bod's built; for the cold. I mean, I guess it's because of my Tiara, but it tells me that I just have to kidnap them more often for them to cozy up to me."
Inficere deadpanned as he got up, "The Tiara talks to you? As in 'inside your head'?"
"Yes," she had a curious look on her face, "Don't you? You know, have a voice in your head?"
'Seriously? She doesn't know that that isn't normal? Hm, no wonder she can't get anyone to understand her; she's so ignorant!' With a frustrated sigh. he was about to answer 'no' when the same voice from when he was on the bed said, "Don't lie. You still have me~..."
That tore it. He had enough nonsense and proceeded to yell, "I do, but that isn't the point; I'm a special case! The point is that normal people don't have freaky voices in their heads!"
The queen felt a slight tug at her heartstrings, 'I'm... not normal?' Nevertheless, she kept her facade up and threw back an insult, "Yeah, right! You're just a- a-... big~ nerd!"
She cackled slightly, but Inficere's scowl lightened a bit and he let out a slight chuckle, 'Yeah, Simone. We're in the same boat.' "So I bet you've already called for the tomboy to come and rescue you," Ice Queen said, eyes downcast and her 'mask' cracking.
Inficere chuckled once again, "Nah, I think that wall over there can show you that I can take care of myself."
The monarch giggled and, contrary to her screechy cackle, Inficere found it quite pleasant. It also appeared that her giggle was contagious because he, too, found himself in a fit of giggles. He composed himself quickly, 'It's obvious that she isn't that bad of a person. She just kidnaps princes way too much... and she's a bit more than insane. But,' "...I'm pretty sure I'll be insane by the time I'm outa here," he muttered the last thought aloud.
"What was that, my Prince?" inquired Ice Queen.
"Mm? Nothing for you to worry about; and ,please, don't call me your 'Prince'. I'm not a prince," Inficere said.
She furrowed her eyebrows at this, "You aren't? Well, no matter, I'm still going to consider you one. I suppose you're as good-looking as one, anyway..."
A blush swept across Inficere's face as he looked away, muttering just loud enough for her to hear, "Yeah, well, I guess you're pretty hot... for an old witch..."
Ice Queen suddenly became somber and asked, "Are you going to leave now?"
He looked at her for a bit and his thoughts came to the woman she was before she was Ice Queen; Simone Petrikov. 'If she was 1,000 years old whenever the series started and its been about three years in series time... and she looks to be in her mid-20s... My God, she had to be around twenty-five when the Tiara drove her mad!' He looked at her with a sympathetic look, 'She was so young. She had a fiancee and a life,' he glared at the Tiara that rested on her head, '...and it took all of that away from her, driving her mad and secluding her.' "No," he found himself saying, "I think I'll hang out here for a while."
"R-Really?!" Ice Queen's facade shattered then and there, right in front of the teen, "You want to hang out with me?"
"Yeah," Inficere tried to put his hands in his pockets, but found he couldn't.
'Right; biomass clothes. Attached to body...' he mused, 'But, I can do this!' He felt his body shift and the small pockets on his legs form. When he felt this sensation end, he stuck his hands in the newly formed pockets. Ice Queen broke him from his thoughts, "What was that? Like, what kind of magic did you just use?"
Inficere looked at the ground sadly, "Not magic, Ice Queen, a virus. It's killed my body and formed a new one out of itself, so now, I'm not even human. I'm just a virus taking the form of a dead 15 year old who's consciousness isn't ready to die yet. But, I guess I should be considered lucky that I still have my memories, but it's still sad to think that everything I was, physically, is gone; sad to think that I'm a freak now!"
He said 'freak' with such venom that it made the monarch flinch. But, it made her think, 'If we both aren't normal, than we have more in common than he realizes. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.' But, out loud, she said, "Enough of all this gloom and doom! We've both got sob stories, so why don't we play something like a boardgame or whatever BFFs do!"
A chuckle came from his lips, "Ice Queen, people nowadays don't play boardgames with their best friends... okay, some people do. But that's beside the point; they go out and hang around other people they both know."
"Do they, now?" she sighed, "It's obvious I need to socialize more and capture more princes to see how it words-"
"No! No kidnapping princes! Yeesh, if anything, that'll make people not want to be around you even more," Inficere scolded.
Ice Queen put her hands on her hips and had a slight pout that would have made Inficere drool if he still had the proper glands, "Well, what do you suggest I do, Mr. Smarts?"
"How about you walk into the palace, don't barge in or freeze the prince, talk to him, without freezing him, and make a new friend... without freezing or breaking anyone or anything."
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"Nope, sorry, not feeling the idea."
Inficere face-faulted before busting out laughing. "What? What'd I say?"
No answer, just laughter, "Hey, I'm talking to you! Hey!"
Once again, Inficere didn't answer, he just laughed. But, this time, he held up a finger indicating 'one minute.' It was needless to say that Ice Queen didn't like that gesture, "I am Queen and when I talk, you answer!"
With that, the monarch froze Inficere, which made the Tiara shout, "You fool! Thaw him quickly! Our friend is going to freeze to death!"
Ice Queen scrambled to get him thawed by a combination of her blow-dryers and bonfires, all the while Inficere was thinking to himself, 'Oh, yes. Simone Petrikov, I'll find a way to make you mine.'
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Sorry for the shorter chapter. Things are crazy at school! Plus, with a big upcoming trip, it's hard to think about a lot else. So, anyway, remember! Always wear a fez, overcoats are cool, and always, ALWAYS have your sonic screwdriver handy. See ya next chapter!