A/N: Well, here it is. I still haven't decided on a pairing but i will try to make up my mind. but there is just soooo many possibilties for the stroy i have planned out. and im considering changing the story type to thriller but i dont know. let me know if you think this will be apropriate, that and a rating change for future violence. if i do change the rating i wont write lemons but i might get damn close. either way tell me if you think it would be appropriate or necessary to make the story better.

"Again!"

Addie grunted as she used the large knife she was wielding to block and push away Finns blade. He was only using the flat side and was swinging incredibly slow and weak. Even so, she had always been in shape but her body wasn't designed for this type of work. The bowie knife she was wielding was large for a knife but too short to be a short sword. It was much lighter than Finns sword, but the weight didn't seem to make any difference to him as he swung time and time again with barely a grunt of effort, his burns barely affecting him in this exertion.

She let her mind wander as her body mechanically slipped into the practice routine that Finn had been drilling into her for the past day and a half. After leaving behind the smoking ruins that she had turned her cottage into, Addie was surprised at how quickly Finn fell into a routine, and almost literally pulled her into it as well. While she had expected to receive the knife after they left and she expected the training to be difficult, she was not expecting how mentally and physically draining it all would be. It had only been one day but she already ached all over.

A dull pain in her thigh brought her mind to focus and her body to her knees. Addie Looked up at Finn and saw the point of his sword at her neck.

"If I was a real enemy, you'd be dead." He said in a no nonsense tone. Then he smiled a little and continued, "You stuck to the routines very well but try to improvise a little. If you get I a real fight, and you stick to just the routine, you'll lose, very fast. The repeated routine is to build muscle and a base for your skill to grow, but if you don't experiment, you'll end up seriously lacking."

Addie nodded her head and started to slip into a defensive stance but Finn stopped her. "That's enough, overworked muscles are worse than out of shape muscles."

Addie let herself smile. While she had been incredibly angry at Finn for disappearing, and therefore not being able to help with Ooo's new problem, she was still happy when he said he'd help her with her quest for revenge. She was living a dream that she was sure several other princess's had also dreamt several times, going on an adventure with Finn, her hero. She blushed as she remembered his reaction when he woke up spooning her. Despite what she had told Finn, she didn't sleep walk, she had woken up in the middle of the night screaming, having a nightmare about that night. When she saw him on the floor, smiling in his sleep, she thought, 'Probably dreaming about Jake, or maybe it's her. What did Bonnibel do to earn his love anyways? She just ends up rejecting him and he still follows her around like a lost puppy.'

Shaking those angry thoughts from her head, she smiled at his sleeping form. She had thought he was cute with his hat, without it he was, dare she say it, HOT. His hair was the color of spun gold and his eyes like cerulean orbs straight from the sky. It made her blush just thinking of him smiling at her. Sighing, she didn't even think as she crawled from her bed and slipped under the blanket he had on the floor. Snuggling as close to Finn as she could, she turned to him and she did something that surprised even herself. It sure as hell would surprise him if he was awake; she leaned in close and gently captured his lips with her own. It was just a peck on the lips but to her, it might as well have lasted a hundred years. His lips were warm and tasted like… well she couldn't describe it, she had never tasted anything like it, and he smelt of smoked wood, not unpleasantly though. Heat rushed through her face and throughout her entire body. After she released his lips, she turned around pushed back into him without waking him, even though he could probably sleep through an explosion at this point, she sighed and let sleep take her.

Addie sighed out loud without even realizing it. He may not have been conscious, or even dreaming of a certain pink haired tease, but it was her first kiss and it had been amazing, she could just imagine what it would be like if he were to kiss back.

'Maybe I should sneak into his sleeping bag tonight. I have to admit that, that was the best sleep I've had in a long time. There were no nightmares, just pleasant bliss.' Addie thought with a happy buzz settling in her core. She was vaguely conscious of Finn setting up a campfire and setting a bird he had caught while on the road over it on a spit.

What would he see in you? Sneered a voice from the back of her head. He's, well, him. And you're just a thirteen year old girl with dirt colored skin, dressed in rags, and not to mention have two different eye colors. What could he get out of you that he couldn't get out of Bonnibel Bubblegum? The voice seemed to spit the candy princess's name.

Addie mentally lifted her chin at the voice, 'He can find love.' The voice didn't respond. Addie smirked at her victory. Plan "Seduce Finn" began now.

"Finn?" she called, putting a little sway in her thin hips, not that he noticed.

"Huh? What's up?" He asked but suddenly his eyes widened and his jaw set. "Addie, watch out!" he yelled tackling her. She saw a black blur streak over Finn and her as they fell to the ground. At the last second Finn turned in the air and took the force of the fall as she fell into his chest.

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"Again!" Finn barked at Addie as she finished her set. He pushed the flat of his blade at her again and again as she ran though her set again. She blocked, dodged, and attempted a counter but Finn flicked his wrist and her bowie knife was balanced on the tip of his sword, and he once again went on the offensive. Finn let his mind go blank as his body was lost in the dance of battle. Slash, block, parry, stab, and repeat.

He noticed she was working mechanically now, while all well and good in a spar, he had to stress that letting one's mind wander in a real fight would end badly for you. Finn did a quick spin; he twirled around behind her and brought the flat of his sword against her thigh, bringing her into reality and to her knees.

Lowering the tip of his sword to her throat to signify his victory, in a flat no nonsense tone he said, "If I were a real enemy, you'd be dead." Finn smiled, "You stuck to the routines very well but try to improvise a little. If you get I a real fight, and you stick to just the routine, you'll lose, very fast. The repeated routine is to build muscle and a base for your skill to grow, but if you don't experiment, you'll end up seriously lacking."

Addie nodded her head and started to slip into a defensive stance but Finn stopped her. "That's enough, overworked muscles are worse than out of shape muscles."

Addie nodded again and sat down, probably to think. Not that Finn blamed her for being so disconnected, he probably would be too if not only Jake had died, but he had burned down their home as well.

She probably has a lot to think about Finn, give her some time. Said Finn's voice of reason, it sounded like P.B. when Finn had said or done something that made her sad, like when she found out he was the last human. Finn flinched at the thought. He hated thinking about his lack of a family, like a real blood family with other humans. He couldn't even rebuild his race because there wasn't another human, anywhere! The thieves had turned out to be descendants of mutants, Susan Strong was the same. He was the last of his species and didn't belong anywhere. That may have been the reason he was a hero, the thing that fueled his bravery, his desire to belong and be accepted.

Go get some firewood bro. said Jake. The voice was keeping Finn from getting too deep into depression with some good old fashion work. Looking at Addie to make sure she was okay before setting off to get wood (she was blushing for some reason) Finn grabbed his sword and set off.

Finn and Addie had walked for hours on end yesterday and had eventually left the grassland behind and entered the forest. By Finn's guess, they were probably two days from the Candy Kingdom. But that didn't make this part of the forest any less dangerous. With Why-Wolves, killer plants, poisonous berries and snakes, not to mention random dungeons, usually filled with long dormant monsters, buried under the surface just waiting to make a violent reappearance, this forest was not for the faint of heart. And legends told of a very great, very beautiful spirit that lived in the center of the forest, a place where nothing has been to and lived to tell of it.

Regardless, they needed to pass through this part of the forest to get to the Great Plains, where Finn tree house was and the crossroad to almost all of Ooo. A strange buzz ran down Finn's spine and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He was being watched, but he couldn't do anything about it and reacting would just alert his observer that they had been discovered, something Finn didn't want them privy to until he was thoroughly sure the ball was in his own court.

Finding a dry log, Finn drew his sword. Breathing in, he moved the blade impossibly fast; his arm little more than a blur, and when his arm finally stopped, his sword was already sliding into its sheath. Finn kicked the log and it fell apart into several different pieces of cleanly cut firewood. 'Hopefully that will scare anything watching away.' Regardless, the low buzz didn't go away but it did get considerably weaker. Gathering the wood in his arms, Finn wandered back to the road where Addie was.

Walking out from the woods revealed Addie had not moved an inch. And to make matters worse, she was staring off into space. Bro, Jake said, you need to work on her instincts, or at least her awareness. I bet she hasn't noticed you left. Unfortunately, Finn was inclined to agree.

Setting about making a fire proved not only difficult, but menial and frustrating. The wind was blowing from the north, and the ice kingdom chilled air kept blowing out the flames he had created. Setting his back to the wind, he finally got a very small smoky fire and added wood until it was a roaring flame.

"Finn?" called Addie. Looking up he saw that she was walking with what looked like a slight limp. 'Maybe I shouldn't have hit her leg so hard.' he thought. Finn heard both Jake and Princess Bubblegum groan with exasperation. Why? He didn't know.

Realizing he had momentarily spaced out, Finn replied, "Huh, what's up?"

Suddenly the buzz that had been low but still slightly irritating this whole time increased to a vibration that made his teeth chatter, forcing him to set his jaw. His heart rate sped up considerably, his senses enhanced, allowing him to take in everything at once, and he suddenly became aware of a black figure lunging directly for R.P.

"Addie, look out!" he yelled and dragged her to the ground. At the last second Finn turned in the air and took the brunt of the fall and keeping a surprised Addie from getting hurt. Quickly rolling, Finn placed Addie behind him and drew his blade.

Hearing a guttural laugh, Finn looked to the source. The black figure was actually a very large black wolf…

That stood up on two legs. It was a Why-wolf.

"Why is it always wolves?" Finn muttered. Addie seemed to flatten against his back. Looking through his peripheral vision, Finn saw the woods surrounding the clearing had been filled with more Why-wolves than Finn had ever seen in one place before.

Standing up, Finn spoke up, "Hey, Tall dark and ugly, what do you want?"

The wolf growled as his paws shifted to large furry hands with long sharp claws where the nails would be, "My name is Socrates, human! And what we want is you blood! Or at least our employer does. We have decided in the spirit of fairness, that I, the strongest of our pack, would face you one on one. It will be a duel to the death and if you do not fight, we will kill you and your friend."

Finn smirked, "Okay, I accept on the terms that one, Addie is free from any harm whatsoever, and two, if I win, you all leave me and Addie alone." There was some growling and barking among the pack in the woods, and after a few minutes everyone quieted down and a single bark echoed from a large grey wolf with a scar over its left eye.

Socrates nodded and turned back to Finn, "We can accept the first but not the second. And you must understand, we do this out of compassion for the little girl, well, and she doesn't look as tasty as those little houses. Regardless, intelligent beings such as us, will always meet final requests." And with that, Socrates rushed forward, teeth bared and claws extended.

Pushing Addie back away from him, Finn grinned. The sight was little more than slightly disturbing as his smile stretched across his face and a very dangerous light came into his eyes, making him look demonic. More than a couple Why-wolves whimpered softly and backed up.

The smile was very appropriate in Finn's opinion. It truly showed how much he was enjoying himself. Usually with Jake or P.B. or another person around, he would only casually smirk if he won, but in reality, Finn loved battle. No, loved wasn't the right word for it. He craved it! It was like a drug to him, and it filled him with euphoria unmatched by anything else. He had felt like this ever since the first battle to save P.B. when he was ten. The intense satisfaction he had gotten when he led that rock creature to its watery demise had thrilled him. At first, he thought it was because he was supposed to be a hero, like it was his calling. It wasn't until he suddenly had gotten the desire to hunt through the forest for other things to kill that he realized that the urge was less for saving, and more for the fighting it entailed.

This scared him. It frightened him that he would want to hurt things for the sake of hurting them. So he pushed it away, he suppressed his urge to kill, and hoped that nobody ever found out about it. So when Jake and he had become adventurers, he was only too happy to agree. He had found an outlet for it and thought it would help. But instead it fed his desire. He started to get bored with kicking the stuff out of the Ice King and started craving real violence, to cause pain and devastation. He craved carnage! When he had gone on his 'My Way' rampage, he had let out only a fraction of his desire. He was still self-conscious about his homicidal thoughts.

But here was a deadly creature, even now heading for his jugular, just asking to be split in half. Yes, Finn's smile was appropriate, here was his release, and he was ecstatic about it.

When Socrates came within arm's reach of Finn and he had yet to raise his sword in defense, or do anything to defend himself, Socrates thought he had given up. He growled in disappointment that the prey didn't want to resist. But at the last second, Finn's stance shifted slightly. He went from standing still, his arms by his side and his weight evenly distributed to both legs, to leaning slightly on his left leg. The demonic smile never leaving his face, he started giggling, then without warning, he lunged forward and started weaving the blade in a pattern so intricate, that the Why-wolf's 'advanced mind' couldn't differentiate Finn's skill from random and desperate swings. Thinking it was the latter, the Why-wolf rushed past his seemingly unpracticed guard… and sliced through only air.

Looking over his shoulder, Socrates saw Finn staring at him with his demonic grin still in place. Finn raised his hand to make a 'thumbs up' sign at Socrates, and slowly turned it downward. This filled the wolf humanoid with dread… and seconds later with intense pain. Socrates's vision began to fade as his head hit the ground, the last thing he saw were his legs crumpling a good three feet away from him.

Finn's constant giggle increased in volume to a laugh that suggested he was less than mentally stable. He pointed his sword at the Why-wolves and turned in a slow circle, challenging all of them. They rushed forward and Finn continued laughing as he raised his blade and lunged for the nearest one.

Ahahahahahaha! Yes! Kill! Kill them! All of them! KILL! Screamed a voice that sounded like the Lich King had entered his mind again. Finn didn't care; he closed his eyes listened to the sweet choir of howls of pain and anger, and let all his remaining restraints disappear. He lost all sense of himself in the battle. He only felt the euphoria of slaughter. He only saw crimson and black. He only smelled fear and defiance. He only tasted sweat and blood. It was like a feast for his soul, and he had every intention of being a glutton.

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Addie stood in wonder and fear, as Finn, her Finn, became a dealer of death. He slaughtered the Why-wolves, and he smiled and laughed while doing it. He gracefully spun and twirled, he hacked and stabbed, but he never once opened his eyes. It was as if he was listening to some fine music only he could hear and nothing else in the world mattered as he danced to the music, the music of battle.

It awed her, and as she got over her fright, she became entranced by his grace and skill. Her eyes never left his and her heart fluttered in her chest. He was brutal, unmerciful to the creature of evil, but he was also beautiful. He was the demon of battle, the angel of death, he was Finn the human, and he was the bane of evil. He had captured her heart before, and this side of him, that she was certain nobody else had seen as she had seen him fight before, but he had never fought like this. This new side of him was something not meant for the eyes of others and she loved him all the more for it.

The largest Why-wolf, the one with the scar over his eye, howled once and all why-wolves began running. He had called a retreat, but by the look of it, Finn wasn't having that. Addie saw him grab several Why-wolves by their hind legs and pull them back toward him, only to be slaughtered and dismembered like so many before them.

Addie was about to cheer before a large, paw-like hand descended over her mouth and a large furry arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her from the ground. As the wolf-man began carrying her away, she bit down, causing the wolf to yelp and let go of her mouth long enough for her to yell,

"Finn!"

His eyes snapped to her and his grin instantly left his face. His eyes never changed though, they filled with a homicidal rage, but they still looked like he was having fun, like he was looking forward to ripping this Why-wolf limb from limb. It sent a excited shiver down Addie's spine and a one of terror down the Why-wolf's. Giving a second yelp, the Why-wolf turned from the clearing and escaped with its brethren. The last thing Addie saw before the woods obscure her view of Finn was his futile attempt at chasing the pack of wolves that were, for lack of better word, scared shitless, literally in some cases. Finally, Addie passed out from lack of oxygen.

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In the dark recesses of a damp cave, stood a collection of cages, many of which were empty, the exception being one, quite large cage, in comparison to the others, that was currently occupied by a man. Man being the term only because he could no longer be classified as a boy, as a boy could not see the things he had seen or done the things he had done, and still be called so. He was in all appearance, human, that is, until he opened his eyes to reveal two glowing topaz orbs that were decidedly not human and appeared much more wolf-like in nature. These eyes had opened due to a sound, one this man was quite accustom to, as he had heard the Why-wolves come and go from their lair many time before.

They seemed scared, which was odd as the only time he had seen the pack scared before was when he had inspire it and given their leader his scar. But now most of them literally ran into the cave with their tails between their legs. One of the wolves was carrying something, a person. It was a small figure, and seemed particularly female. As they came closer, he saw the girl had light brown skin and dark brunette hair. She was wearing a worn dress that was fringing at the end and was patched several places, and long mismatched socks, also patched and stitched up.

'No! It couldn't be.' The man thought.

They placed the girl in a cage much smaller than his but seemed to fit her well enough. It was then she decided to begin to stir and wake up. She crinkled her nose and rubbed her head, like she had a handover or something.

'It's not her! It's not her! It's not her!' the man chanted in his head. She opened her eyes and started looking around.

'It's not her! It's not her! It's not her!'

Finally her eyes landed on him, one a warm chocolate brown and the other a brilliant emerald green.

'It's her!'

A/N: well, i try but this time i think the cliff hanger is really good. this chapter started out forced in the end the rest just flowed from my fingers to the keys. I literally had to leave the room i was so pumped.

Mangoisme: Thank you im glad you like it. the reason R.P. seems so in character is because she appeared so little in the series so far that she hasnt been given much of a personality besides her obvious shyness and crush on Finn. It is easy to make up a personality for a character that has gone mostly without one so far.

Ella Unlimited: Again, than you very much. I have no idea where this story came from but im enjoying the ride so far. and as for where everyone else is, I'll get to that soon enough my friend.

W.O.E. out.