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"Marceline stop! You can't do this!" No matter how many times her stammered pleading made its way to her ears, there was no stoping the ongoing flame that erupted within herself. Bonnibel cried out until her voice was hoarse and sore but not even that could stop Marceline. The tightening grip around her arm was doing the job intended at securing her in place no matter how many times she tried to tug free from the grasp. Under the tedious burn of curses unleashed in her mind, the thought of shoving Bonnibel off herself had grazed her interior far to many times until she realized that was off limits. She couldn't lay a hand on Bonnibel, even just the slightest thrust, for the care she had towards her. Not only that, but the other human life form that sprouted inside of her body. She wouldn't just be hurting Bonnibel, but also the being within her. She mentally battled herself for sympathizing with the current situation. The child was conceived unfairly, brought into the womb by the most evil man known to her existence. Ash had sealed his fate far ago when he did what he did to Bonnibel, so her care for the being was low. Not thinking twice about it, she shoved Bonnibel off her by the shoulders, harshly tearing away from the hands that fastened her steady. "Marcy please don't! He'll kill you!" She cried only for the words not to be taken to heart. Marceline stood to her feet, towering over the distressed teen on the floor with a piercing glare that could slice one in half. "So be it. I'd rather die trying to kill that fuck face than go on living life knowing that he did this shit to you." She sized her up with a glare. All anger and hurt could be blamed on Ash but partial amount was reserved by her own lover. It had to have been a few weeks since the incident if the child is just now getting conceived, and Marceline couldn't handle that Bonnibel wouldn't tell her. All those nights of crying, vomiting, nightmares, and sadness all made sense now. With mental pain to big to comprehend she resorted to physical, the inside of her cheek being clenched between the gritted teeth. "Marceline just listen to me! We can-" "We can what!? Go on living our lives like there isn't a whole fucking life growing in your stomach!? Finish school with a baby on your hip!? Go back home to your uncle with a second person!? We can't just move past thing, Bonnibel! Can't you see that?" Panting from the excessive screams, a sweaty hand conjoined with a harrowed shake fled through her disheveled hair. "He brought this on himself." Marcy didn't listen to any other sobbing request Bonnibel had offered her, leaving behind the haunting wail and trailing out of the room and down the hall to the front door. Though the day was still painted black under the midnight hour, nothing was going to stop Marceline. Her mind held no idea to her destentation, much rather her feet. Her feet maneuvered themselves towards where the boy would probably be while she was tormented by the horrible thoughts her mind had to offer. Her girlfriend, her Bonnibel, tainted by the hands of the man. She couldn't bare to think of it. She left her on the dance floor, alone, under the influence, she couldn't of had much thought when she stumbled upon Ash at the party. The worse thing about it was she wasn't able to protect her. She left her out in the open, like a shepard to a sheep, leaving her fate up to the wolf. She clenched her mouth harder, her teeth breaching the skin of her cheek and producing a metalic like taste in her mouth. There was no justifying his actions, even as hard a Bonnibel implied there was. Begging Marceline to stay behind and let him be was just that. Leading herself into town under the reflection of the street lights brought a rapid beat to her chest. It was foolish of her not to bring any sort of weapon, but she knew in every outcome some type of pain would be inflicted.

Trampling down the empty strip of town, her settings began to dawn on her. The streets were lifeless, buildings and stores lacking light, roads desolate and empty without cars, and the wind quiet with a unsettling breeze. Marceline was alone. There would only be a exception to life where she knew he would be. Out of all the places in town he and his two junkie groupies would be, the back alley in ivy's was highly favored. It was almost sickening to think that the place where she shared her first intimate moment with Bonnibel was polluted just by his presence. Marceline tore through the empty street, ignoring the radiant on and off buzz of Ivy's lights and staggering down the shaded brick alley. She could already catch him from the distance, though the same couldn't be said for her. She was quick enough to dodge behind a wall before he caught on to the extra person in the area. "You know the deal chump, money first, drugs later." She was able to prop her head just enough out of the corner to catch the sight. A kid, shielded by the protection of his hoodie hovered in his presence, clearly jittery and jumpy as he eagerly stuffed his hand into his pocket, fetching out the crumpled paper bills in return for the thing he craved. Ash accepted the offer, snagging a baggie from the pocket of his stained jean vest and handing it to the kid, who ran off at first given chance. She slacked behind the wall for a second, careful to make sure the kid was gone before revealing herself, pushing from around the corner and meeting his eye. He looked at her, face blank and emotionless as he kneeded the wax in the crevices of his teeth, spitting it on the grimy concrete when flavor was lost. Bubblegum. "Hey there Marcy, good to see you decided to drop a visit." She stalked closer to him, every nerve in her body tensing in anger. "Seems like you aren't to happy to see me, ain't that right?" "You wouldn't be etheir if your girlfriend was raped." She didn't conceal the resent in her tone. His posture on the dumpster he leaned against slacked as he stared. "Girlfriend huh? Didn't take you for a woman lover." He eased upwards on his stance. "Well, that's besides the point. What can I say? It was bound to happen sooner or later." A chuckle escaped his chapped lips. "Your lady sure does have a big mouth. Told her to keep quiet bout it, can't even follow the simplest of task. I can see why she choose to be with you. A good christian girl in a small town, perfectly fit for a good christian boy, except you're not a boy, or quite good may I say. Bad taste in women I guess." "She's pregnant." She tore through the childish ridicule, her statement sending Ash in another chuckle. "Oh. Poor kids gonna have it rough. A delinquent junkie parent figure and mentally ill mother. I'd say the kid has a better chance at life living wi-" she didn't let him finish his sentence, cutting him short when she charged towards him. Her fist clashed the side of his cheek, sending the boy tumbling backwards. He staggered, rubbing his jaw slowly with eyebrows arched farther than she thought they could go. No chance was given to react when he sprinted towards her, pinning her to the brick wall when his hands slithered to her throat. And there he held them, his long thin fingers growing tighter and tighter around the pulsing skin. Her gasp and sputters were enough for the pressure on her throat to escalate. She clawed at the forceful hands but nothing was enough to break free, her air growing desperately low. "This is what happens when you fuck with me Marceline! You should know better shouldn't you!?" All he gained in response was chokes of limited air. And as her vision dazed black and white, she could've swore she saw glints of tears prickle the slits of his eyes, his envious yelling not coming to a stop. Limited options left and her life on the line, she acted on her last instinct. Her head thrashed forth, connecting with his forehead and sending him backwards on his own two feet. Not much time to recover for stolen air, she propped herself up, taking his weakened state to her advantage and shoving him backwards towards the dumpster. There he wavered, time slowing as she watched it occur. Falling back on the sharp edge of the dumpster his head connected, a sickening sinister crack produced. Just like that he was out, crumpling to the floor in a sprawled heap. There was blood, so much of it, pooling from the back of his dome and soaking into the scruffed fabric vest shielding his shoulders. Marceline fell to the floor, softly grasping her neck as she coughed from the lack of air. Even with the vision as fucked as hers she could see him clear, Body limp, chest stiff, blood fresh. She couldn't help but whimper as she crawled on her hands and knees towards him, blood filling the empty surface of her palm. His eyes were as wide as a deer in headlights, staring towards the sky with emptiness. He was dead. In her mind he couldn't be, but on the floor he shriveled as clear as day. "Shit shit shit!" Her words came out wretched and strangled as she perched on her knees. She didn't think twice when she grasped the side of his buzzed head and gave it a turn, the contents of her stomach rising up her throat at the sight. A portion of his head was caved in, revealing the inside of the pink flesh coated slick with blood. She pulled back her hand, now smeared with the blood of the boy. She didn't know if it was shock or guilt that made her grab him by the shoulders. She shook him, his lifeless body shaking back and forth in her hands like the empty sack of flesh he was. "Wake up! Wake the fuck up!" No response was given to her command. Realization hit her like a train, submerging her into a plummeting hole of despair. She had to leave.

The restrained horror in her eyes gave it all away. The desperation and anguish as she stuffed the bag as quickly as possible threw her back and forth in reality. There was no escaping what she did no matter how far they ran. She could tell by the look on Bonnibel's face she was not expected to return, especially in the state she was in. Her eyes were mantled with disbelief, still puffy and red from crying. She didn't refrain from voicing the question that ridiculed her the most. "What did you do?" The waver in her voice broke her, she addressed her like a stranger, a mad man in the wrong, and she couldn't comply. "We have to get out of here." The unease in her voice could be heard. All Bonnibel could see in the frantic packing was blood. It had long dried following her return but it was still there. Marceline tugged the zipper shut. Cash, clothes, shoes. "Marceline, you have to tell me now. What did you do?" There was fear in her voice. Yet again Marcy shrugged off her concern, moving into the bathroom to rinse herself of her sins. She viciously cleansed herself of all traces from him with the warm tap water, scrubbing the blood away harshly. Bonnibel could handle no more of what she was, tears still spilling from her eyes. She turned her towards herself, staring into the eyes of hurt. "Marceline! You ha-" "I killed him." She tore her in two, sobbing through the confession with harsh hiccups. She dared to wipe her tears, a fragment of uncleaned blood smearing on her already red cheeks. Bonnibel's world collapsed, mind going blank, words cutting short. She stared at the girl ahead of her, the sin of murder clearly weighing down her shoulders. A sinner she was, a sinner she will be.