Fiolee,This Could Work

Chapter 9 - The Key

Marshall couldn't believe that this is happening to his Fi. How could this happen I gave her all of the right ingredients in the solution.

"TH-THE HAIR OH NO I FORGOT MY HAIR IN IT." Marshall quickly realized his mistake and knew that it could be life altering for Fiona.

"Oh god she could loose her leg this is all my fault." He didn't realize it put he was pacing around the room talking to himself unknowing that Fiona had made her way down stairs for the first time in days.

"Marshall wh-whats wrong with me? Am I going to die?" And with that Marshall's head snapped into Fiona's direction so fast you could hear it. Before Fiona could say anything Marshall Picked her up and took her into the bedroom, put her on the bed and was ripping through his dresser. Until he found what he was looking for, a small key.

The key itself was black and most definitely old probably as old as Marshall himself. The key had no prongs but instead had a cube shape at the bottom. Instead of where the top would normal be it just cut off and had a small hole in the shaft with a leather rope. 

Marshall quickly tied it around Fiona's neck.

"You must never take this off ever I will tell you when to use it. Do you understand?" Marshall was being very serious. It was starting to make Fiona uncomfortable.

"Yes." Fiona muttered under her breath quite nervous of what would happen next. 

"Alright get in the shower I wil get your close ready there is uh... something I have to show you." Marshall was very nervous of what was to happen after she got out of the shower.

"What do you have to show me?" Fiona questioned.

"Just do as I say. It will be fine I promise." He tried to keep his voice calm, however was very unsuccessful in the matter.

With that Fiona nervously stumbled into Marshall's shower becoming slightly uncomfortable how comfortable she was being naked in Marshall's house.

Once Marshal heard the water turn on he went into his closet to try and find Fiona's clothes. He was partially unsuccessful in the matter all he could manage to find were the shoes he gave her, some socks he assumed were her's, and her skirt and hat.

"What would she do for a shirt?" He thought. Marshall quickly rummaged through his closet and found only a plain white tank top.

"Well it will have to do." Marshall said to himself. He laid everything out on his bed and knocked on the door telling Fi where it was and that he would he would be downstairs making her food. She yelled back acknowledging that she understood and heard him even though she wasn't really paying him much attention.

With that Marshall flew down stairs hopping that she would be healthy enough for this. Thousands of things were running though his head as he was trying to make her something to eat. Marshall was mostly thinking of her dream last night. Like how she should possibly know what happened that night. 

Marshall's thoughts were interrupted by a very weak Fiona. Fiona, who was holding on to the door frame looking at the group pas if to steady herself. She did not like being so helpless and weak its been too long since she had been out of Marshall's house. Fiona knew she was ready to leave the house but not if she was ready for what Marshall had planed.

When Marshall saw Fiona he brought her over to the table and sat her down in front of the samwhich he made for her. Once she started eating he sat down with her and asked her a series of questions.

"Fiona how old are you?"

"18..."

"Who is your mother?"