The group walked into the forest until they came across a cabin. A dim light came from it, illuminating the gang's body's.

"Wait, how did you know where this cabin is? I've never been here in my life." Rigby commented. Mordecai didn't respond.

"I guess this is it." Was all he said. Mordecai turned and huddled in the group. "Okay, me and Rigby will look through the window. Muscle Man and Five's, go around and wait for my signal. Benson, Pops, and Skips, you hide and wait until something starts going wrong." Mordecai instructed. They all nodded and broke apart.

Mordecai and Rigby crawled until they reached the window. They peeked in and saw a metal table propped up and on it was the man from before. Rope was tied around his jaw and his arms and legs were held down by wires with hooks at the end, digging into his flesh.

The hooded figure had his back turned to the window and approached the man. The man had tear stains on each cheek and was groaning. Mordecai motioned for everyone to come forward. They all closed in on the window and peeked in.

The hooded figure walked out of view and they could hear rattling of metal. He reappeared with a scalpel in his hands and gingerly touched the side of the man's face. He leaned in and said something that the gang couldn't hear, but whatever it was, it made the man's eyes widen and his face turn pale.

Rigby's P.O.V

I watched intently as the hooded man leaned in and whispered something in the hostage's ear. The fear on that man's face was gut-wrenching. My feet were frozen to the ground and all I could do was stare. The man that was strapped down looked straight ahead and saw us. His eyes widened and hope washed over him. He screamed through the rope and I think he was crying out for help.

I was about to rush in when Mordecai pushed my head down and told everyone to get down. "But we have to help him!" I whispered.

"And risk being caught by that freak? I'll ok thank you very much." He said coldly.

What's the matter with you?! I bit my tongue to keep from yelling the words at my avian friend. I peeked back up and saw the man staring at us with hurt, confusion, fear, and anger in his eyes. His gaze fell directly on me, and it looked like he was thinking, how dare you watch me die and do nothing!?

Guilt filled my stomach as the scalpel dug into his arms and cut from his elbows to his chest, intersecting, and making a large X. Opening the flaps, the hooded figure dug his hand into the victim's stomach and pulled out a handful of organs and tossed them on the floor.

Although I couldn't hear the man's screams, I knew it was beyond words how painful it was. After all organs were removed, the man went limp and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

The hooded figure headed towards the door and everyone was too horrified to move. The figure had a handful of guts in his hands and put them in a trash can. "Too quick. I should've done something painful, but not deadly first. I didn't even get to enjoy it." I heard him mutter. Footsteps came around the corner and by the time everyone had turned their heads, it was too late.

The hooded figure ran towards us, a knife swinging in the air. We all jumped up and booked it. We were home-free until a horrified, blood curdling scream filled the air.

That scream stopped me dead in my tracks.

That scream belonged to Mordecai.