Adventure Time Insurrection

What's Happening at Mount Coralious?

-Back near the shed where the fight took place-

Despite the deep slash running across the side of her torso, Marceline knew she couldn't afford to stay put. Simon and Finn were both out there, possibly in danger, and she couldn't let her injury hold her back.

Thinking quickly, she tore a strip from her tank top and began wrapping it tightly around the wound, improvising a bandage to stem the bleeding until her vampiric healing could kick in. The rough fabric pressed against the torn flesh sent jolts of pain through her body, making her grimace. This is deeper than I thought, she realized, but she clenched her teeth and pushed forward. There was no time to waste—dawn was fast approaching, and the sunlight would soon become another threat she couldn't ignore.

As she navigated the crumbling ruins, Marceline kept one eye on the horizon, ensuring the sun's rays hadn't yet broken over the jagged landscape. She moved carefully, balancing her healing ability with the makeshift dressing she had fashioned. The process was slow and painful, but her determination kept her moving. Every so often, she ripped another strip from her shirt, replacing the blood-soaked fabric with a fresh piece, discarding the old one on the ground without a second thought.

While her hands worked to manage the wound, her mind spiraled into a storm of emotions. Thoughts of Finn and the Flame Princess churned in her head, each one weighing heavier on her conscience. Maybe I shouldn't have attacked her, Marceline admitted to herself, guilt creeping in like a whisper. But even as that guilt surfaced, another part of her resisted. She couldn't shake the fear that the Flame Princess might hurt Finn again. What if it's worse next time? The thought made her chest tighten, though she wasn't sure if it was from the pain of her injury or something deeper.

Then it hit her: jealousy. Marceline hated to admit it, but that's what had driven her to confront the Flame Princess in the first place. She was jealous, angry, and unable to fully control the storm of feelings swirling inside her. No matter how much she tried to rationalize it, she knew that jealousy had blinded her. And now, in the aftermath, she felt small and foolish. She wanted to protect Finn, not push him away. Yet she feared her actions would do exactly that.

What am I doing? she thought bitterly. If I let jealousy control me, I'll drive him so far away he'll never look at me the same again. He'll think I'm a monster—a violent, possessive psycho. I can't let that happen. The idea of Finn thinking of her that way hurt more than her injury ever could. Marceline shook her head, trying to focus. Finn had always been a kind soul, one she cared for deeply. Even though she had lived for centuries, there was something about Finn's unwavering loyalty and sense of justice that felt timeless. She couldn't bear the thought of losing that connection, no matter how complicated her feelings for him had become.

As the pain in her side began to dull, Marceline glanced down and realized she had finished wrapping the new piece of fabric around her wound without even noticing. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she'd forgotten to stay vigilant. Snapping back to the present, she scolded herself. Focus, Marceline. Finn needs you.

The urgency of the situation pushed her forward. Her wound had healed enough to allow her to sprint again, but she knew her time was running out. The sun was climbing steadily in the sky, and soon the protective shadows would vanish, leaving her vulnerable to its burning rays. Using the remaining cover to her advantage, she moved swiftly, dodging collapsing structures and ducking beneath overhangs. She pushed her body to its limit, her mind set on finding Finn before it was too late.

Finally, she reached the ruined castle. Her father was nowhere to be seen, and for now, she was grateful for his absence. There would be time to deal with him later. Grabbing her hat, she took to the sky, flying low and fast to stay within the shade of the forest canopy. Her eyes scanned the landscape, desperate for any sign of Finn.