"Mama?" I call.
"Marci!" her voice calls.
"Mama!" I find her, pinned under a car.
"Run Marci," she says,
. "No, no," I kneel down and grab her arm.
"Marceline!" she shouts.
I stop, shocked. Mama had never shouted at me.
"Marceline, go," she says. Tears stream onto her red sweater, just like mine had.
I turn and run behind a turned over semi-truck.
Mama looks small under the car.
"Marceline!" a slick voice booms from overhead.
I wince.
"Selestia," he lands, towering over Mama.
He wears a dark suit, like the men in Mamas office. His head is square, with a shark toothed grimace and glowing red slits for eyes.
"Where did you put her?" he growls.
Mama just glares at him. "You'll never find her, Abadear."
"You cannot hide her from me forever," he hisses. "You have minutes left."
"Even when I'm dead, she'll be safe," she says back.
"Nothing is safe from me," he snarls, "You learned that long ago."
Mama dies glaring at my father.
I'm screaming every foul name I'd ever heard at Abadear.
"Marceline," he says, turning to me.
"You killed her!" I yell back.
"It was for the best," he said calmly. "If she lived, how could I have gotten you?"
"You can't have me," I hiss.
"Oh, but I can, and will," he answers.
He grows, suddenly, into a monster worse than any that had haunted my dreams.
"You have no idea how important you are," the beast says, "Half demon, half mortal. You will be a god among gods."
"I will never," I spit, "be like you,"
A hot feeling boils in my gut.
I feel the ground leave me as I turn into something aweful.
"And you can never have my soul," I growl.
Shock crosses his face, as he realizes I'm about to spring.
"I will not fight you, Marceline," he says, and he's gone.
And I'm left to the pile of rubble that is my mother.