The Hero and The Rebel (Fiolee)

Chapter 8

Heyy! Mickie here! I'm too excited so I'll just skip up to the chapter.

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FIONA'S POV

His lips were so soft and warm, not cold like I had expected. Wait, WHAT THE FUDGE COVERED DUCK AM I DOING?? I kissed HIM? What the heck am I think-Marshall cut my thoughts off by moving his lips against mine. His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. I was on his lap, my legs around his waist. I timidly reached up and touched his onyx hair. It was silky, like a raven's feathers. His tongue darted out, asking for entrance.

"I got the towel Marsh-WOAH!", someone yelled in shock. I broke the kiss off, breathing heavily.

A girl stood in the doorway, a small towel in hand. Pointed ears peeked out of her pale blue hair.

"Wow, you're much prettier awake!", she squealed.

She was quite small, about 4'6. She seemed to glide towards me. That's when I realized she was floating about an inch off the ground.

"Fi, this is Christine. She's a friend.", Marshall introduced.

"Friend? Marshy, I was your BEST friend, aside from Hambo.", Christine corrected.

I had a feeling we would get along great. Then I realized I was still on Marshall's lap. I scrambled onto the bed, my face flushed. Christine stuck her tongue out in mock disgust. I rolled my eyes.

"Marshy?", I laughed.

Christine linked her arm with mine and we both looked at Marshall. Or should I say Marshy? He rolled his eyes and got up. I followed him out of the room, Christine behind me. Marshall pulled a bowl of strawberries practically out of nowhere. Christine floated up behind him very quietly. I hid my smile with my hand. She quickly pinched his left shoulder then darted to the right side of him. Taking a few strawberries, she scrambled back to couch. I plucked one from her grasp and she gave me a toothy grin. The strawberry was plump and juicy. Marshall narrowed his eyes at us. I tried to suppress a grin, but failed miserably. There was a knock at the door. I leaped up to get it. It was the last person I ever wanted to see. Prince Gumball.

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Some shiz is about to go down! I was going to leave this chapter like this, but I thought you guys deserved more!

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MARSHALL'S POV

Fiona's face paled considerably.

"What's wrong Fi?", I asked, coming closer.

Then I saw who was at the door. I pushed Fiona behind me, shaking with anger. Christine floated forward, concern on her face. She wrapped her arms around Fiona, trying to calm her.

"Who's this?", Christine asked.

"The *censored* that hurt Fiona.", I snarled, not taking my eyes off of him.

"I just came to-",

"Shut up! You're never going to hurt her again.", I growled, almost animalistic.

My body began shifting, bones snapping. I was turning into a giant bat. It happens when I can't control my anger. Christine sheltered Fi upstairs. My head was on the ceiling, staring down at the gummy freak. I could crush him right now, but Fiona would never forgive me. Gumbutt's beady eyes grew large. He tried to force her into having Tier 15. I mean, she was gorgeous. I had my manwhore years, but they're behind me. Ever since Fiona came around, I've been trying to do better. I wanted her, but I would NEVER force her. Besides, I wouldn't live to tell the tale, seeing as Cake is around. I pinned him down with one finger when I felt a small tap on my shoulder. Christine stood there, steam practically coming out of her ears. I could tell she was trying hard to keep in the beast. She could make herself grow fifty times her size out of pure anger. Bubba would be dead with one flick of her finger. As much as I wanted that, Fi would never look at me the same. And I won't have that. I pulled my finger off of him and Christine pounced. Bubblegum flew around my porch as Christine ripped it off his head. I smirked and pulled her off. Bubba Gumball had his precious hair torn from his head. Odd tufts stuck up from his head. He picked himself up and ran away with his tail between his legs. I shifted back and high fived Christine. I heard a small squealing sound. I followed it and found Christine's bag sitting on the couch. A small fuzzy creature tumbled out. It was round and had the biggest eyes I'd ever seen. It flew with its tiny wings and sat on my head. I plucked it off and held it towards Christine.

"Chiva! I thought I left you at home.", she yelled, rushing to cuddle her pet.

"You do know 'chiva' is 'goat' in Spanish, right?"

"What's Spanish?", she asked, a blank look on her face.

"Ah..never mind."

I flew up the stairs. Fi sat in a corner, huddled up against the wall. I rushed forward, reaching out for her. She slowly looked up and instead of grabbing my hand, burrowed into my chest. I felt the warm tears soaking my shirt. She fell asleep in my arms. I thought back to earlier. I could have killed Gumball, and I could kill Fi. The dark part of me is telling me to drink her blood. But the better part of me is telling me not to, and just love her with my whole heart. It may sound cheesy, but whenever I'm even remotely around her, I feel alive again. But I'm no good for her. She needs safety. You can keep her safe, a small part of my brain says. And my brain is right. I've done it before, I can do it again.

And nothing will hurt my Fi.

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Aaaaaaaaand SCENE! Who liked this chapter?

Gumball: Definitely not me.

Me: WHAT THE FUDGE ARE YOU DOING HERE?! Get out before I kill you!

Marshall Lee: You better listen to her, Bubba. She won't hesitate to squish you into a ball and chew you up. Although I don't think you'll want to eat him. He's probably all stale.

Fiona: *gags* This is so gross...