Fiolee Fan Fic. Chapter Five

I stood on Marshall Lee's front porch, regaining my breath. I had run the whole way to his house. The air was damp, and I knocked on his door, still breathing hard. He answered the door and looked surprised, but then smiled, picking me up off the ground and cradling me in his arms. "So you weren't drunk or anything last night?" He said. "No, I meant to do that." I said, laughing. He carried me in his house and laid me down on his couch, which was very uncomfortable. I tried to reposition myself, and I didn't want to show my discomfort to Marshall. "So what brings you here darling?" Marshall said, pouring some red liquid (hopefully not blood) into a fancy cup engraved with bats and skulls. I giggled, "Oh I was just dropping by…" I lied. "Mmmhm." Marshall said, floating beside me, sounding oddly like Cake. "He gave me a cup, equally fancy to his, with the red liquid in it. I looked at it uncertainly and he laughed, poking my shoulder. "It's cranberry juice, Bunny." He said, smiling. "Oh. Well okay." I said, returning his smile and sipping the juice. "Yum." I said, grinning up at him, trying to ignore the pain in my butt. "So want to watch a movie or something?" He offered, floating over to a shelf full of DVDs. "Oh, sure." I said cheerfully. "Okay, great. You want some food or something?" He asked. But before I could respond there was a terrible rumbling noise, it nearly shook me off the sofa. "Marshall Lee!" A stern, familiar voice called from outside. It was a women's voice…Oh no! Marshall looked even more pale than usual now, he looked almost white. "MARSHALL LEE!" The voice shouted again. "Why is she here?!" I screamed. Marshall gave me a look that told me he was equally confused. We stepped outside of his house, and I'm pretty sure I looked as pale as Marshall. There she was, towering over us, black hair dark as the shadows themselves rolling over her shoulders. She glared down at us-well I'm pretty sure just me, but then her face softened. "Hello my darling son." She said, shrinking down to his size. "How have you been?" She asked, touching his face lightly. "Mother." He said. "Well, is that any way to greet your own flesh and blood?" She said, laughing. It sounded very petite, yet dangerous. "Oh, well then how's this?" Marshall said, clearing his throat loudly. "Well it is very nice to see you mother, I am delighted to see you have come to visit me." He said, straightening up. "Better." She said, flashing her razor sharp teeth and pinching Marshall's cheek. "And this is your little girlfriend?" She said, her face immediately emotionless. She lightly pushed Marshall aside to inspect me. She touched the strands of hair that fall out of my rabbit hat and then squeezed my cheeks together with her cold, harsh hands. "Turn around." She instructed coldly.
        I did as I was told, even though I didn't know why. I looked nervously at Marshall, who was standing there, motionless, staring at his mother. "Hmm…" I heard his mother observe. I didn't know if I was shaking or not, and I didn't know why I was so scared. Wait..what if this was an inspection to see if I was okay to be Marshall's girlfriend? I suddenly felt very scared. Even though we had just started dating, I had so many feelings for him. I bottled them all up before, and now that they were loose it would break my heart into a million tiny shards of hollow sorrow if we couldn't date just because his mother didn't approve of me. "Face me." She interrupted my thoughts with. I faced her, and she put her hands on my shoulders, squeezing them, and then let her arms fall gracefully back to her sides. She walked to Marshall and shook her head slowly. I felt my heart already breaking and the tears almost bursting out. Maybe we could still hang out though. That would be torture but at least we would get to see each other. That thought put the tears away. Marshall stopped floating and stomped on the porch so suddenly I jumped. "No!" He screamed. "We had a deal Marshall Lee." His mother replied in a voice so harsh it could have been on a cheese grater. "No! You don't understand! I love her Mother!" He screamed so loud I had to cover my ears. "It does not MATTER!" His mother replied, growing into her demonic form. "You said that if I let you stay here, you would choose the right one, and you DIDN'T." His mother yelled. "But I did! I chose the right one Mother!" Marshall screamed. He was on his knees now.  Tears were now coming out of my eyes and I had no idea what was going on. What did she mean, they had a deal?! "Look at her Marshall. Weak. Pathetic. Useless." His mother said, raising her arm. Marshall screamed 'No' so loud I think I went deaf for a second and he pushed me so hard I fell five feet from the porch. When I got up I saw Marshall lying limply on the wooden planks. I was breathless. I had no words.
        I tried to scream, but my voice had left me. "You see what you have done Marshall Lee?!" His mother shrieked. Her right arm dived towards him and instead of punching him she picked up his limp body. "As for YOU, Fionna the Human, you stay away from him!" She screeched in my direction, and then she was sucked into a dark portal with lost souls swirling around it, with Marshall. With my only love. Then everything was silent. I dropped to my knees and fell onto my face, simply sobbing. What had happened? My love, my Marshall was gone, kidnapped by his mother simply because I was not good enough. How could she have even gotten here without the portal that would have to be made from our world? Then it dawned on me. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Marshall was gone and it was my fault. I should have been better. It was my fault….