Now before you get all in a commotion over this, hear me out:

I was asked by a lot of my friends (both online and offline) to create a darker version of a classic disney story. They've all read my writing with my anime fics and they wanted to see how I could pull off a movie. So, they picked this one and as far as my notes go, it's going to be damn near awesome.

Trust me. This version of Finding Nemo will either stun you or intrigue you.


Prequel:

"Get this woman into surgery, now!"

"Doctor, we're losing her! Her heart rate is dangerously low!"

"Quick! Get me 300 volts!...Don't just gawk at me! Do it!"

This waiting was maddening as Marvin sat in his own hospital bed, trying to regain his breath after all that happened. He was tired, so very tired. So tired to the point it was hard to remember what had happened exactly. All he could really remember was going out with his wife, strolling through the city and enjoying themselves. He remembered a long dinner, filled with laughter and happiness. He remembered a stroll through the city's famous beach, Middleton. He remembered her sweet voice ringing in his ears as he rubbed her swollen belly, kissing it and feeling it with his palms….

…..swollen belly. Yes that's right….Coral was pregnant. He remembered that much. He remembered accompanying her to every ultra sound imaginable, praying that their child would be as beautiful as their mother, to which Coral would laugh and poke his forehead, saying,

"Oh Marvin, our baby will be as pretty as me, but as stubborn as their father and you know it."

Then he would laugh and agree with her as he always did. It seemed everything was perfect.

Until tonight, that is.

Marvin groaned, rubbing his hands against his head and running them through his orange hair, trying to regain his composure. What the hell happened to send them to the hospital? He vaguely heard screaming from next door and when he looked at the wall, he knew that he recognized that scream.

Coral.

Suddenly full of panic, Marvin jumped from his bed and ran out of his room, only to be stopped by the doctors and the constant,

"Sir, you cannot go in yet!"

"There's things you mustn't see! Please leave!"

Marvin paid no mind to them and pushed passed them; the sight that greeted him froze him blood.

Coral was on that bed across the room, holding the hands of two nurses and screaming for dear life. Her legs were spread wide on the bed and the juncture was blocked by a doctor, who held his hands in front of him, like he was ready to grab something. The nurses kept rubbing her hands and told her to push as much as she could, and she would, screaming in agony.

Marvin stood like a statue, watching his wife give in to a painful childbirth. She was so pale and sweaty, eyes bloodshot from crying. He gulped and slowly walked over to her side, kissing her forehead, too tired and confused to think of anything else at this point.

Coral's eyes snapped open at the feel of lips on her forehead and she locked onto her husbands tired, brown eyes. And she smiled. It was a weak smile, but a smile nonetheless.

She opened her mouth and weakly said,

"Oh….Marvin."

"Shhh, don't talk…breath. You can get through this…I'm right here."

Coral nodded and shut her eyes tightly as another surge of pain went shooting through her spine. She screamed and pushed at the nurse's order and her scream became a shriek as she felt something leave her body in a bloody mess. And in that moment, Marvin heard something that made his heart leap in his chest.

The sound of his child crying.

The doctor quickly gave the baby to a nearby nurse to get it cleaned, while he tried to escort Marvin out so they could tend to his wife. The man was so delirious and exhausted; he couldn't resist being removed from the room.

Hours seemed to pass, even though it was only 30 minutes. He still sat there, wide eyed and greatly confused. His mind was still trying to piece together what had happened to get them into this mess. He groaned again, clutching his head.

"Mr. Elmond? Marvin Elmond?"

Marvin looked up and was greeted by a police officer, who bore a look of great concern and sympathy. When Marvin nodded, the officer showed his badge, saying,

"I'm Officer Sherman, head of the Albany police department. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions."

Marvin didn't say anything, but he nodded and the officer sat down, pulling out a notepad. He faced Marvin and calmly asked,

"How are you feeling?"

"…..tired…confused."

"Yes, well, after the night you've had, I can only imagine how tired you must be."

Sherman wrote a few things in his notepad as Marvin watched him with such wide eyes. The night must have been hectic if it landed him and Coral into the E.R. But what happened exactly? They hadn't been drinking. Coral had made sure to give away all of their alcohol when they found she was pregnant.

Marvin gulped again, noticing how dry his throat was and asked,

"Sh-sherman?"

"Yes?"

"…..What happened tonight?"

Sherman stopped writing and looked at the man with the distant stare. And he sighed, removing his glasses and said,

"You really don't remember?"

Marvin shook his head and Sherman patted his shoulder, saying

"I wouldn't expect you to. You took a pretty hard blow to the head hours ago. I'll tell you what I know, but I don't think you'll like it."

"I don't care if I'll like it or not…..what happened?"

"Well, a couple of hours ago, we got a distress call from a resident living near Middleton Beach. That's where we found you and your wife. You both looked like you were dead. It looked as though you were robbed, beaten and left for dead. You had a large gash on your head and you had three cuts on your chest, all of which were not fatal. Aside from the head injury, you came out clean…..the same can't be said for Coral though. When we got into town to the E.R, she was already set into surgery and that's when she started screaming. Something about her water breaking early and they took her into a birthing room immediately. That's when you showed up."

Marvin's eyes were wide beyond all limits. Attacked….they were attacked. But why? Did they insult someone without knowing it?

"In case you're wondering, it was a gangster that attacked you. You might know him. Barracuda? That name ring a bell?"

Marvin nodded, knowing all too well who Barracuda was.

Barracuda was a famous gangster around Albany, who took pleasure in stealing people's money and other possessions….Marvin knew that Middleton Beach was his favorite hide out on the weekdays…he and Coral were in the wrong place at the wrong time obviously.

"I see….is she ok?"

Sherman sighed.

"Not sure, honestly. She was a wreck when we brought her in. Hopefully, she and that baby are ok."

Marvin nodded. Oh, he hoped to God that Coral and the baby were alright. If not, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

Suddenly, a doctor appeared and with a sad look upon his face, called Marvin's name. When the man looked up at him, the doctor shook his head and said,

"I'm so sorry sir…..your wife's gone. We couldn't save her."

All the blood Marvin thought he owned went bone chilling cold. He lost all color in his face and he started shaking.

Gone. Coral was gone. She's dead.

Sherman noticed how bad Marvin was shaking and wrapped his arm around him. It was one of the things he had grown used to in this field.

But Marvin was only 23 years old. Married at the age of 18 to his high school sweetheart and expecting their first child….only for this to happen. It couldn't be true. To lose a wife this young. Only God would know how Marvin was feeling right now.

"If you want sir, you can see her one last time before the morgue comes to retrieve her."

Marvin was up in a flash, but slowly walked back into her room and his heart was thumping so loud, he thought it would burst.

There she was. So beautiful. Her blond hair so light, it was almost snowy white in color. Her pale skin was glowing, regardless of her death. Marvin ran the back of his hand against her cold skin gently and he felt tears come to his eyes…this couldn't be true.

"Coral…Coral, sweetheart, it's me. It's Marvin. Wake up….baby, wake up. C'mon….let's go home."

She didn't respond. She didn't move. Nothing.

Marvin held back a sob and fell to his knees, holding her hand, crying her name.

All those years he had planned for them and their baby. All the time and money he had put away for a future for his family.

Suddenly taken away from him because of a mistake.

"Mr. Elmond?"

Marvin turned his head to see the doctor and Sherman standing by the door, ready to remove Coral's dead body. Marvin stood and wiped his eyes, knowing it was all over. Nothing more could be done. He expected the doctor to escort him out of the hospital, giving his deepest apologies for all that happened.

"Mr. Elmond, would you like to see your son?"

Brown eyes snapped opened and were wide as plates at the sound of that word.

"S-son?"

"Yes. Coral survived long enough to give birth to your baby boy. According to my charts, he was born 3 ½ weeks early, but seems to be very healthy. It also says that Coral was shot in the stomach, causing her water to break prematurely. Miraculously though, your son survived. Come….let's go see him."

The feet of the still distraught man hypnotically moved with the doctor out of Coral's room, ignoring the sounds of the morgues men running in to collect her body and down the hall. Along the way, he looked in the window to see all the new borns and he couldn't help but smile.

A nurse walked out of the room carrying a bundle in a blue blanket and smiled when she saw Marvin. She gently handed him the bundle and when Marvin moved the blanket away from the face, his heart stopped.

His son had the face of his mother, beautiful and flawless. His head was lightly covered in orange locks, but was slightly pale on his tiny scalp. And when his eyes opened lightly, Marvin saw that they were as black as his mothers.

One of the things that Marvin loved about his wife were those pitch black eyes. She had said that she inherited them from her grandfather and that she was mocked for looking creepy, but always wore a smile, ignoring them.

Marvin brought the baby's body to his face and kissed his small cheek, rocking him gently. He barley heard the nurse ask for the baby's name, but when she asked the third time, he smiled, remembering a name that Coral liked. It was the title of a song she said she fell in love with when she was a teenager. Marvin smiled bigger, tears rolling down his face as he whispered the name of his child and his now reason for living.

"Nemo…"

TBC