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I loved him once, but now it's time. He's got to die.
As I walked down the path of jagged rock, I surveyed my horrid surroundings. On either of my sides lay mile high pillars crafted from the bones of the dead, stacked atop each other, a vine of poison ivy wrapped around each pillar. The red sky above, filled with clouds of flame and poison gas, seemed to be sucking in any life there was in the terrible place. The plumes of lava erupting from cracks in the rock, how did they not burn me, but the sun did? The road stretching in front of me was completely red from blood, and the smell of death swirled around me. I can't believe I liked it.
It's hard to believe I didn't die right there, even though I am semi-immortal. I couldn't control the gushing of blood from the scar on my neck, and the pain was like that of a herd of antelope running over me. My hand was stained from the blood, and I needed another way to try to stop the bleeding. I ripped off a piece of my already torn shirt, and wrapped up the wound as best as I could. I tried to float, and somehow succeeded, slowly ascending into the air. It felt good to get off of my bruised and tired feet. I peered into the swirling fog before me, and breathed in the thick putrid air. I had to move onward.
There was no turning back. This would be the battle to determine my life. If I died, I would be banned to this wretched underworld for all eternity, with him. No more Finn. No more Jake. No more PB, no more any of the people I loved so much. I shouldn't even feel love, being a creature known to be soulless and seeking nothing but blood lust. I would be nothing but a soulless husk, any life left in me destroyed by depression. If he dies, then I win everything. I'll never again need to fear his attack, or have another sleepless night, peering out my dark open window, searching for his evil . I'll settle down with the people I love, and be happy. How long has it been...since I was truly happy?
Only one of us is coming out alive. It's going to be me. It has to...there's no other way.
As I walked down the path of jagged rock, I surveyed my horrid surroundings. On either of my sides lay mile high pillars crafted from the bones of the dead, stacked atop each other, a vine of poison ivy wrapped around each pillar. The red sky above, filled with clouds of flame and poison gas, seemed to be sucking in any life there was in the terrible place. The plumes of lava erupting from cracks in the rock, how did they not burn me, but the sun did? The road stretching in front of me was completely red from blood, and the smell of death swirled around me. I can't believe I liked it.
It's hard to believe I didn't die right there, even though I am semi-immortal. I couldn't control the gushing of blood from the scar on my neck, and the pain was like that of a herd of antelope running over me. My hand was stained from the blood, and I needed another way to try to stop the bleeding. I ripped off a piece of my already torn shirt, and wrapped up the wound as best as I could. I tried to float, and somehow succeeded, slowly ascending into the air. It felt good to get off of my bruised and tired feet. I peered into the swirling fog before me, and breathed in the thick putrid air. I had to move onward.
There was no turning back. This would be the battle to determine my life. If I died, I would be banned to this wretched underworld for all eternity, with him. No more Finn. No more Jake. No more PB, no more any of the people I loved so much. I shouldn't even feel love, being a creature known to be soulless and seeking nothing but blood lust. I would be nothing but a soulless husk, any life left in me destroyed by depression. If he dies, then I win everything. I'll never again need to fear his attack, or have another sleepless night, peering out my dark open window, searching for his evil . I'll settle down with the people I love, and be happy. How long has it been...since I was truly happy?
Only one of us is coming out alive. It's going to be me. It has to...there's no other way.
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For the record, I never write literature. If this evens deserves to be called literature.
Well, I don't really know if this is good, because I never write literature. So I ain't gonna spend time talking about flaws and crap.
Ooo, are you left in suspence? Who is Marceline trying to kill? All will be explained, along with how Marceline became a vampire, in the following chapters of Scars of the Past. My computer is being a real butt today, like it isn't loading pages, and it's moving my cursor around like crazy. It sucks.
I will hopefully make a better preview picture next time, along with perhapse a better story. So if you liked this, please tell me by favoriting this, or leaving a kind comment.
Question of the day, who do you think Marceline is trying to kill? Hehe, I already know.
Well, I don't really know if this is good, because I never write literature. So I ain't gonna spend time talking about flaws and crap.
Ooo, are you left in suspence? Who is Marceline trying to kill? All will be explained, along with how Marceline became a vampire, in the following chapters of Scars of the Past. My computer is being a real butt today, like it isn't loading pages, and it's moving my cursor around like crazy. It sucks.
I will hopefully make a better preview picture next time, along with perhapse a better story. So if you liked this, please tell me by favoriting this, or leaving a kind comment.
Question of the day, who do you think Marceline is trying to kill? Hehe, I already know.
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to which transformed into a vampire?