I killed her, She realised, I killed the one person holding me to this place.

Not directly, but she'd broken her, driven her to the dark places, drove her to become the very thing she'd so hated.

I killed Marceline.

Bonnibel knew it and it killed her, poisoned her mind.

She walked calmly and quietly to the Kingdom gates, ordered the banana guards to leave her, and just walked off into the woods.

I break things. I break people. All I do is hurt. Finn, Marceline, Goliad, Stormo, so many, all hurt, all suffering because of me.

Quickly it'd grown dark, light fading fast.

Finally she stood in front of Treefort.

Finn answered the door.

"You killed her." It is not a question.

His face shone in remembered grief, and for a second, he was beautiful in his pain.

"Yes."

"I renounce you as a knight, adventurer and embassy of the Candy Kingdom. You are also banished and wanted for murder in the Candy Kingdom."

His eyes widened but she pressed on.

"I also formally require the weapon that killed her."

He handed her the demon blood sword and she walked off before he could protest.

I hope he hurts for the rest of his life.

She locked her door and rummaged around in her sock drawer, withdrawing a manillla envelope which she placed on her dresser.

She shimmied out of her pink dress and pulled on a pair of slacks and the shirt that Marceline gave her; the shirt that still smelled like her.

Suddenly she was struck by the urge to sing.

She forbade it but the song bubbled up anyway, burning like liquid fire, scorching her tongue.

"I cry out to the god that never heard,

Just another faceless grief lost in the crowd,

Scream at the sky that should've burned,

Beg for another chance, one more try,

But it's too late, you're gone and now,

I can't tell you,

That the reason I hated you,"

She pulled the demon blood sword back and thrust it once, twice, three times.

She fell like a broken marionette as blood the colour of Marceline's eyes poured onto the ground.

"Is because I still love you,

I'm sorry, Marceline."

Her chest heaved and she gave a whispery sigh as her eyes fluttered closed for the last time.

"I'm sorry."

And she could've sworn she heard a familiar chuckle and a whisper in her ear.

"Stop being a drama queen, Bonni, you know I love you."

The last thing she ever did was smile softly.