This was a terrible idea. She thought she could help here, but instead she just got herself into more trouble. Wasn't that the way of it, though? She was always getting herself into more and more trouble.
The forest was on fire. Smoke clouded the sky above and curled downwards in a terrible arc to smother everything below it. The fire raged and raged and sought only to destroy. Mary had just wanted to make sure people got out safely. She did so much research on the Portal, she thought she could help. She was a foolish child, like always. And now instead of saving people, she was in need of being saved.
"Maybe just a little magic," she wheezed, face buried in her arm, watery hazel eyes looking around but all she could see was fire. Fire and Darkness and Death. Maybe she could enhance the trees around her to resist burning. It wouldn't be hard. Just a tweak of their genetics ---- something she had done a million times.
Her hands raised and her eyes glowed pink, and she could have swore she felt a hand around her wrist, trying to stop her, but she ignored it. A trick of her mind. But, as soon as she reached out with her magic to the nearest tree, she wished she had listened to that trick of her mind. Because all she felt was pain.
It was white-hot and it burned her insides, and she could feel herself screaming. It felt like she was burning alive, she could feel the flesh melting, and the bones breaking. All she could do was scream, scream, scream ---- and then it stopped. Her magic was cut off by something, perhaps a failsafe in her mind? (If she had been paying more attention, perhaps she would've noticed the faint glow of green around her hand that canceled the pink.)
Her knees gave out and hit the ground painfully, and she could do nothing but sit there, tears streaming down her face, chest heaving with the effort to keep herself alive. So she was stuck here. And she was going to die here. It was then that Mary realized there was a dark pool growing on her hands. Blood. She was bleeding. A shaking hand found the source as her nose and she almost laughed.
"Leave it to me to die in the worst way possible," she spoke shakily, curls dropping to cover her face.
"Do not worry, duckling. This is not your day to die. Is it, Frankenstein?"
"You are never wrong, Sadistic! We may not be coporeal anymore, but we are still a force to be reckoned with."
"And how shall we save our little duck from death, darling?"
"Why! By asking Death, of course!"
The conversation was an echo, a soft whisper that Mary couldn't hear. Especially not when she was defeatedly crumpled on the ground. She thought she heard the ghostly twinkle of a clink far, far away, but she didn't let herself hear it, didn't let herself hope.
But her parents are very clever, and very determined to keep her safe from all danger. Which explains their passage into the Real World of San Francisco, and into the mortuary where they knew they would find Death.
Materializing, the Married Mediums made sure they were completely within his view. (It could be said that they wholly approved of his friendship with their daughter. After all, who is a better friend than Death himself?)
Sadie Doyle managed a small, tight lip smile before speaking. "Death, darling. We are sorry to intrude----"
"No, we are not!" came Frank's curt interruption, voice sounding more jovial than it should.
"Well, no, we are not sorry. Our daughter is in trouble. And without your help, ironically, she will die."
"And I have protected that child for too long to have her bested by a forest fire! But we can only do so much for her, seeing as we are, you know, dead."
"Very, very dead. And we would like it if Mary stayed very, very alive."