-Greetings Readers!

This is a smaller chapter compared to what I have accustomed you guys to these past few ones. However I do hope you like it nonetheless.

NoLifeQueen


Chapter Eight
Mommy's Girl

"I've struck a never, huh darling?" The woman leered, softly tapping her cane on the floor. "That is how your Momma called ya, didn't she sweetheart."

"Shut it."

The tapping continued to grow in volume as Tree Trunks chuckled. "Where is your Momma Marci? Is she dead?"

The raven haired girl knew she was walking into a trap but she couldn't help it, cracking her neck she took a step forward. "You think this will lessen your suffering Tree Trunks? I was willing to make it quick, for old time's sake."

The woman paled at the chilling truth of the girl's words. "I knew her." Tree Trunks took half a step back in an attempt to put some distance between them.

"Which is why I'll make it quick." Marceline took out her knife and twirled it between her fingers.

"Your Mom was a fool. A fool to marry your Father, and a fool for having you." The girl closed the gap between them with a menacing smile. "She must have been daft." The woman continued to stall while she looked around. "But she's the luckiest out of all of us."

"Oh? And why is that."

"She's dead."

Fury swept through her entire body and before she could think, Marceline had slapped the woman with enough force to knock her over. Only she had forgotten she had her knife on that hand; as soon as her hand had recoiled did she noticed the knife was once again dripping in blood.

"Great." She muttered, crouching down to see the damage. Taking the woman's cane she used it to turn her over. Leaning down to confirm Tree Trunk's death, Marceline was greeted by a kick to her gut.

She grunted but did not fall on her back; instead she opted on resting her weight on one knee. "Not dead yet? You're pretty sturdy for an old woman." The raven haired girl spat.

"Glonk you!" Tree Trunks hissed, dragging herself up and away from Marceline; a seemingly deep gash starting from her right lower jaw, up her cheek and a bit into the bridge of her nose was bleeding badly.

"Ima gonna kill ya for this!" The woman leaped forward hands in front of her aiming for Marceline's neck. The coalition knocked Marceline over on her back, the impact knocked the air from her lungs. "My face! My beautiful face! It's ruined!" The woman's hands clasped around the girl's neck and squeezed. Marceline's vision blurred as the woman's grip hardened.

In an attempt to free herself she kneed at Tree Trunk's side, over and over until she felt the woman's hold waver. "Get off!" Marceline's legs forced the woman's open and wrapped themselves over her calves pinning them down. Once she was capable of immobilizing the woman she was able to turn them.

"How dare you!" Tree Trunks shouted as she clawed at Marceline's face; her long nails taking pieces of skin with them.

The raven haired girl bellowed in pain; closing her eyes tight to try and protect them, Marceline slammed her elbows into the woman's ribs. She jabbed her finger inside the gash and twirled it deeper in gaining a howl from Tree Trunks. "Die already." Marceline shouted as she took a knife out of her back belt and stabbed the woman on the neck. Not taking a chance she stabbed her again and again, over and over in the neck. Blood splattered across her face and chest as Marceline desperately carried on; the gash opening so wide and cutting so deep that it severed the head right off the spinal cord.

"Mom isn't dead…" Marceline breathed looming over the headless body. Sweat rolled down her brow over her eyes. "Mom isn't dead." She repeated as she blinked away her sweat and tears. Tree Trunk's face stared up at her; her lifeless eyes fixed on Marceline's as if giving her one last challenging look.

Marceline looked up into the sky and let out a big sigh, "One. Two. Three…"

It has been over a week since Bonnibelle had talked to Marceline and she was missing her quite a bit. She thought that perhaps occupying her time on 'Presidential Duties' would help her forget, but it was all in vain. Why did I give up cheerleading for the Presidency? It helped me feel less stress, being thrown in the air… With Home Coming just around the corner the whole Student Council was in an uproar trying to meet deadlines. In short she was more stressed out than ever. If it wasn't because 'President' looks better than 'Cheerleader' on college applications I wouldn't have ever ran for elections Bubblegum had made up her mind that if Marceline was interested in her she should call first; only thing was that the blonde was not the most patience of people.

She shook her head and tried to focus on the lecture; AP Chemistry was her absolute favorite and even then she was finding a hard time to pay attention. I miss that mini heart attack not knowing if I'll be caught or not The blonde wondered what class Marceline would be in at the moment and more importantly if the pale girl was thinking about her at all. Maybe I can go down to the field after school for old time's sake.

"That's it for today folks!" Finally! The professor clapped his hands together bringing Bonnibelle back to earth. "Clean up and remember glass has a specific place! DO NOT put it in the trash bin or down the drain." There were a few giggles at the back of the class, "Yes Tiffany that is directed to you."

Cleaning up at light speed, Bonibelle put her books in her bag and made her way out the room; making sure to carefully step around Tiffany's Table of Doom. She shook her head at the thought of not taking science seriously; she would have to have a little chat with her classmate.

Bubblegum rushed down the hallway, praying she wouldn't run into someone she knew. She desperately needed to see the field, to smell the grass and forget about the stress the school gave her. She pushed the exit doors open in a dramatic cinematic way that made all the other students look her way. Bonibelle didn't care; she had a goal and would not stop until she reached it.

"Almost there." She muttered to herself once she was able to see the bleachers from far. Butterflies begun to flutter in the pit of her stomach as a wave of fresh cut grass swept through her.

"Beautiful." The blonde was considering taking off her shoes and feeling the grass between her toes when she saw the football team out practicing. "Better not." She mumbled, kicking at a lose pebble. I doubt students would like to see their President losing her cool. Sighing she opted on sitting under a tree and watch them practice for a little bit.

Putting her bag aside, she sat and spread herself to a comfortable point and watched. Bonnibelle wondered if she would be able to see the cheer practice and if she even wanted to. It was when she was so lost in thought that Marceline appeared.

"So tell me. Why do they call you Bubblegum?" Marceline said sitting down next to Bonnibelle with a thud. "I know you don't like the nickname because every time someone says it you scrunch your nose ever so slightly."

"You scared me!" Bonnibelle yelped, hitting Marceline on the shoulder. "How do you walk so silently all the time?" her pout made the paler girl chuckle.

"That is a secret Bonnibelle. And you know what they say." Marceline leaned over and brushed a lock of blond hair behind Bonnibelle's ear, gaining a nervous chuckle from the other girl. "'Two can keep a secret, if one of us is dead.'" She whispered darkly, sending shivers down the blonde's back.

"It all started when I was a kid." Bonibelle started softly, remembering that awful day made her bite her lip with anxiety. She didn't know what Marceline would think about her and that somehow made the whole ordeal even worse. "I must have been around four or five, and I remember it was a sunny day." The blonde trailed off thinking on that memorable day. "I was out in the yard under this big ol' oak tree we have, watching the clouds go by." Bonnibelle looked up into the sky; a gentle smile had crept onto her lips. "You see my dad had recently read me a bedtime story about Cumulous and Nebulous clouds and I wanted to see if I could distinguish them."

"You were that nerdy even then?" Marceline interrupted; she really just meant to say that in her head but was surprised to hear it out loud.

The blonde gave a small chuckle and playfully shoved Marceline with her shoulder, "Both my parents were respected Physicists. I guess it must have rubbed off."

Leaning into the pale girl Bubblegum rested her head on the girls shoulder. "Peppy was keeping an eye out from the kitchen. We were expecting them to arrive from their trip that day so he was baking a pie and making fresh lemonade."

The thought of one of the Family's best hitman in a pink apron baking pies was inconceivable to Marceline, who only nodded in response.

"I remember… I remember when the phone rang." There was a small pause and Marceline noticed how hard the blonde was fighting not to cry. "It was a mutual college of theirs. He called to tell us there had been an accident."

"Oh."

Bonnibelle hid her face on the girl's neck and sobbed loudly, "A-after that well I… wasn't the same. I stopped going out on play dates or playing teatime." The blonde looked up once again into the sky. "I spent a lot of time in my room reading science and math books. I thought that maybe, if I became a great scientist I could bring them back you know?"

The football team had already begun making their way back to the locker rooms, leaving a ghostly yet eerily beautiful field behind. Bonnibelle looked closely at beat football players that struggled to keep up the pace of their captain, hugging their helmets to them and speed walking the last few feet. "One of the experiments I tried backfired. The 'elixir' as I used to call it, turned into a thick pink goo. It exploded and covered me in it. Peppy had to cut off my hair pretty short and well… it just happened that one of my classmates had decided to have their hair cut that same exact day."

"And Bubblegum began."

Bonnibelle nodded, "Although technically wrong, that nickname was a reminder of my failure."

"I see." Marceline wanted to comfort her for the loss of her parents but did not know where to start. She turned to fully face the blonde and as she was about to lean in and hug her Bonibelle yelped.

"Oh my glob Marceline! What the frack happened to your face!?"

Marceline's hand immediately went up to cover the scratches Tree Trunks had left on her cheek. "Oh, this? I musta had a nightmare and scratched myself."

Bonnibelle leant over to further inspect the wound, "It looks deep… have you disinfected it?"

Turning away the raven haired girl grunted in response, "It's fine Bonibelle. Leave it."

Very softly Bubblegum touched the girl's shoulder, "Marceline." She breathed, trying really hard not to freak out her companion. "You know… you know that I like you, right?"

"What."

The blonde hesitated for a second before continuing, "I've… never told anyone about my parents."

"Oh." Does she understand that I like her?

Marceline looked coolly at the girl's hand, "Well, you know what they say about secrets."

W-what? That's it!?

Not giving Bubblegum time to process anything, the raven haired girl stood up and went on her way. The blonde sat there under the shade of that big tree and looked at the filed.