In the dephs of Hell, there is a girl. A girl with hair as black as a ravens feathers. She goes by the name of Abigail Claitor. Demonic forces and powers of Death wanted her gone, for fear she would call on her powers and take the underworld. After a gunshot to the side, below her heart, she was found in the human world. Here
is how it goes from there...
It was wayyyy to early in the morning for Mordecai to be up. It wasen't fair that Rigby wasen't up, too. Mordecai took the lamp next to him and threw it at Rigby.
When he rolled over, rubbing his head and grumbling, Mordecai smirked. "Morning. Listen, go get some coffee. I gotta clean this bed. I don't want Benson getting pissy again." Of course Rigby would start complaining, but ignoring it and standing up just made him go do it anyway.
Rigby got toward the end of the stairs when he glanced at the couch, and saw legs. He raised an eyebrow and peeked over. A pale girl with black hair covering the left side of her face lay there, sleeping. He had to clamp a hand over his mouth to stop a gasp. He turned, taking one more glance at her, and ran back upstairs. "Mordecai!" He screamed. Mordecai was halfway done making the bed when Rigby tackled him. "Dude! Theres a chick on the couch! You have to come see this!" Mordecai scoffed and pushed his best friend off of him.
"Yeah. right dude. You're still tired. Only in your dreams would you see a random girl on the couch. Let me guess, she was half-naked, too?" Rigby blushed at the statement. "No! Dude I'm not fibbing!" Mordecai was about to respond when Pops walked by with a blanket, and stopped to greet them. "Oh, good morning, Fella's. How are you?" Modecai finished pushing Rigby off and managed a good smile for Pops. "Hey, Pops. What's with the blanket?" Rigby stood and echoed, "Yeah, whats with the blanket?" Pops glanced down and gave a little giggle. "Oh, Skips found a stranger on the Park Grounds earlyer this morning when he had a funny feeling and went to look around. I thought she might be cold." Rigby glanced at Mordecai and smirked. "She laying on the couch?" Pops knodded. "Oh, yes yes. We're moving her into a room soon. Skips is setting it up now. He found some of her belongings skattered, and others were in a bag of hers. He said he must be the one to do it. I couldn't imagine why."
Later that day, she awoke. She sat up slowly, blinking. It was a strange place and she nearly found herself in a panic. Her stuff was placed neatly around the room, and an alarm clock read that it was 11:48 in the morning. "So.. you're awake." A deep, male voice spook. She glanced at a man who was completely buff, with white hair, but didn't look very aged. "Where am I?" He stared at her intensly. "At the Park. Listen, I know where you came from. I don't wanna risk hurting my friends by keeping someone like you here. What did you come to Earth for?" She lowered her gaze slowly to the floor. "I'm not here to harm anyone, I promise. Now, I assume you can trust me, since you were the one that searched my stuff." He merely knodded, and gave her the 'One Minute' sign with his pointer fingure.
He exited the room, and she heard the sound of maybe five people talking. All sounding male. She heard the man earlyer inform them that their guest, meaning her, was awake. She took a few steps out of the room, and saw what looked like a nearly middle-aged man with a five o'clock shadow at the end of the stairs. He smiled warmly and motioned for her to come down. Her clothing was tattered and dirty, but decent enough for her to walk down in. She combed her fingures threw the left side of her hair that covered said side of her face as she walked down. "No need to be shy." He placed his hand on her shoulder as she walked down. "I'm Benson. I'm the manager here at the park. Skipps, our Groundskeeper is the one who found you. This is Mitch, Fives, Pops, Mordecai and Rigby." She knodded slowly, nervous. The one she assumed was Mitch, who had a strangely green complection went to speak. Before anything could come out of his mouth, she clutched her side and fell to her knees.
Benson knelt and placed his hand back onto her back between her shoulder blades. She clutched her side, something crusty cracked against her hand before it was taken over by a wet feeling. She took her hand away and saw blood coating her palm and finures. Benson looked shocked and glanced up at a tall man with blue as messy hair on top, the rest being black that reached his shoulders. "Mordecai, go call an ambulance! Hurry!" The man known as Mordecai stood and ran into another room. "Hang on, we're going to get you help.." Benson tried calming me down. "Bro, what's wrong with her?" Mitch said. "She must've gotten injured. Maybe she'd been running from someone and ran into the park..." Skipps sujested. He was good at hiding what he knew. She pushed Benson off lightly and forced herself to stand. She clutched her side and sat on the couch as the others moved. She breathed deeply, forcing herself awake. Awaiting for the ambulances arrival.
