This is bad. Really bad. Mordecai wasn't meant to keep secrets like these. He was more qualified for smaller secrets like keeping a relationship like a popular person and a total nerd. Or someone isn't wearing underwear today. He wasn't meant for keeping a MURDER secret. Every time he heard someones voice, he half-expected them to ask about Veronica. Veronica Veronica Veronica. Mordecai got so scared one time he thought he was gonna throw up. He was sick to his stomach. He was losing sleep. Probably not as worried as Benson was. Benson had been taking more drugs and alcohol since that day. He didn't get any better as time went on. Benson rarely ever slept, he barely ate, and he could hardly work. Mordecai saw him twice a day to comfort him. Only thing was, Mordecai didn't find much comfort being in the room with a murderer. One day Mordecai was going to see Benson and Rigby stopped him.

"Where are you going?"

"To...to...the coffee shop! Yeah, the coffee shop."

"Well, the coffee shop is that way."

"Oh, hehe."

"Geez, You're not sleeping well. Guess it's taking a toll on ya."

"Maybe..."

Mordecai sighed. This secret was killing him. He had to find relief. Mordecai swore on his life though, and he was determined to take this secret to the grave. No one would be able to break him. Nothing would make him slip. Rigby smiled up at him.

"Let's go."

"Where?"

"coffee shop! I'm sure Benson won't mind."

'Of course he will! I'm supposed to be up there in a minute to let him know I'm okay!'

"Oh, sure dude, let's go."

Stupid Mordecai. He should have declined the offer, but he made a lie he was already going there. Now he had to follow through. He looked back at the window of Benson's office.

I'm dead. I'm gonna be caught. I'm gonna go to jail. I'm gonna get prison raped! That was the worst part of jail, some inmates raped other inmates. Benson shuddered at the very thought of prison. Especially the thought of rape and prison inmate put together. Benson took another drag of his 7th cigarette for the hour. Benson knew smoking wouldn't kill him, he didn't have lungs. Benson could smoke till the cows come home, as long as he cleaned out a certain part of his body every month, or, where his lungs were SUPPOSED to be. Although he had no lungs, he had a heart. A real heart. It was real to him, even though it was a metal heart, it still gushes blood. Benson actually hoped these addictions would kill him. He was a murderer now! Who wants to go to prison? Who wants the capitol punishment. Plus Benson felt terrible for dragging Mordecai into his crazy world. Now he had to stick with it, or find a way out. It was like this. If Benson had been stuck to the wall with super glue, Mordecai tried to save him, but ended up also getting stuck. Mordecai would have to get someone to cut him out of the wall if he wanted to be rescued. They would leave Benson to die. Death seemed to be the only thing on his mind. Death always reminded him of murder, which made him keep thinking about murder. He felt like such a criminal! What sort of animal had he become? Now Benson began worrying. Mordecai wasn't here. Did the police get him? Did he slip up? What happened? Mordecai was the only person keeping Benson from going totally insane. The only thing that subsided him was the addictions. Benson felt his thoughts become hazy. He had to drink more. Yes! That's it. Drink more, think less. Less thinking, less worrying. Oh man, what was wrong with him. Even with every time his thoughts faded into the oblivion of his buzz, the thought "What's wrong with me?" always came up. Benson felt his tears falling. They made marks on the paper he was supposed to be filling out for work. Benson laid his head down, hoping that if anyone came in, they would think he was resting. Benson looked at his paper, realizing the newspaper beneath it. Benson thought of it as a good idea to 'read' the newspaper. At least it would hide his face. Benson snapped it open and began 'reading'. Benson's eyes widened at a picture in the paper. It was a picture of Veronica. Benson gulped and read the article.

"Veronica, died at age 28 from a murderer who broke into her house July 19, 2011. Her boyfriend, a policeman named Sean Janson, vowed to find her murderer. Even if it took him the rest of his life."

Benson became nervous at the last statement. Where was Mordecai when he needed him? Benson wasn't at all content. Not an ounce of happiness in him! No other emotion but fear.

Mordecai practically fell asleep while waiting for a cup of coffee. Rigby shook him a few times before he woke up.

"Ung...huh-wha...?"

"C'mon dude! What's with you?"

"I'm tired dude! I haven't been sleeping well!"

"Well why then?"

"Because I-...I...I d-don't know."

"You're a bad lier..."

"I don't know dude! Shut up!"

"No you shut up!"

Mordecai took a swing at Rigby and punched his arm as hard as he could. Rigby yelled in pain. Mordecai nearly broke Rigby's arm. With that, Rigby immediately shut up, and Mordecai burst into many frantic "I'm sorry"s and tried to make up for it by embarrassing himself. Rigby looked at Mordecai with fear. First Benson was acting weird, now Mordecai. Benson was probably crazy by this point, and now, he was taking Mordecai with him. Mordecai always got mad at certain things, but this wasn't one of them. Mordecai never got this mad over a question like Rigby's. Mordecai felt tears come. This secret was tearing him apart. That's when Margret came over, eyeliner and tears running down her face.

"Margret what's wrong?"

"I...ah, I'm f-fuh-fine...thanks Mordecai..."

"Don't lie, spill."

"Oh, fine...one of my friends died the other day and I'm upset. Happy?"

"Oh, wow Margret, that's terrible!"

"I know and the fact that she was murdered doesn't help."

Mordecai spewed out the coffee he had been drinking all over the table. MURDERED! No! Nononononooo! Who was her friend?

"W-wha-what was your fuh-friends name?"

"Veronica. Why? You know her?"

Veronica! Crap! Wasn't that the chick Benson said he murdered? Oh no, this is bad. He couldn't stand to see Margret like this. It made him feel terrible. It made him want to tell about the murder and make her feel better. Mordecai gulped and shuddered. The coffee burned his mouth and the arms he spewed it on. Mordecai yelled, blaming it on the hot coffee.

"I gotta go! Benson's gonna get pissed!"

"Why?"

"Uh, he asked me to do something and I totally forgot to do it!"

"Okay, suit yourself, I'll stay with Margret."

"And me!"

Eilene butted into the conversation. Rigby groaned. Not Eilene. Mordecai already rushed outside and sprinted back to the park, completely forgetting about the cart. Oh well, he had to leave it so Rigby could get back. Mordecai sprinted past Pops, nearly knocking him over, but Skips caught his fall. Mordecai rushed through the house, practically tripping over each stair, using the beam to balance himself out. He ran down the hall, skidding to a halt in front of Benson's door. He threw it open and slammed it closed behind him. His sudden entrance frightened Benson and he screamed. Mordecai also screamed. Mordecai and Benson screamed at each other till they finally calmed down.

"GODDAMMIT MORDECAI YOU FUCKING SCARED ME!"

"WELL IM FUCKING SORRY! I HAD MY FAIR SHARE OF TERROR ALREADY!"

"Ugh, I'm sorry, what is it. You okay?"

"Fine, fine, just the fact that I found out Margret was close friends with Veronica."

"The Veronica I killed?"

"Yes, the one you killed!"

Benson shuddered. He wasn't going to go to jail. He won't go to jail! He took another swig of his beer. Mordecai spotted it.

"Benson! Are you drinking again?"

"Yeah what of it!"

"It's not good for you!"

"I don't give a FLYING FUCK!"

"GODDAMMIT Benson put down the beer!"

"Who's gonna make me asshole!"

"Me! Now quit being a dick and put it down before you do something even stupider!"

"Never!"

Benson grabbed the knife and pointed it at his chest.

"BENSON GIVE ME THAT KNIFE!"

"NO! IM NOT GOING TO PRISON!"

"BENSON PUT THE GODDAMN KNIFE DOWN!"

"MAKE ME!"

Benson screamed at Mordecai, ready to end it, but Mordecai let out a battle cry and lunged at Benson. He held Benson to the ground and the knife slipped out of Benson's hand. Problem was, it didn't go far. Benson kneed Mordecai in the crotch. Mordecai cried out in pain and Benson sat on top of Mordecai, the knife held above his head with one hand and the other hand choking Mordecai. Mordecai's eyes went wide in horror. He tried to yell but Benson's hand restricted him from doing so. Benson wasn't this strong. Mordecai realized that when he attempted to remove Benson's hand from his throat. Mordecai thanked God he could hold his breath longer than most people. Benson swung the knife down.

"BENSON!"

Benson's eyes widened.

THUNK!

Mordecai felt a sharp pain stab through his left hand. Benson gaped in horror at what he had done. He swung the knife at Mordecai, but Mordecai had enough breath left to scream out Benson's name. Benson missed Mordecai's chest and the knife fully went through Mordecai's left hand and stuck into the floor.

"I...agh-...I told ya..."

Mordecai choked out his words, still recovering from having his throat squeezed. Benson started crying.

"What's wrong with me..."

Benson sobbed, placing his head in his hands. Mordecai yanked the knife out of his hand, wincing in pain. Benson stood up and turned around, furious at himself. Mordecai wobbled, and struggled to stand and keep balance. Mordecai stumbled over to Benson, gently wrapping his wings around Benson.

"It's okay Benson, I'm alright."

Benson turned around and wrapped his arms around Mordecai sobbing so many loud "I'm sorry"s into his chest. Mordecai rubbed Benson's back and gently whispered words of comfort, but nothing brought comfort to Benson, knowing he hurt Mordecai.

"What is wrong with me?"

Mordecai and Benson had gotten used to hugging each other for comfort after the first few days, seeing as that was the way they both felt the most comfortable. Benson's crying subsided. Mordecai smiled. Benson thanked Mordecai a million times. Mordecai saw it was night time. He looked in awe. How long was he in the office anyway? Oh well, it didn't matter.

"Hey Mordecai..."

"What's up dude?"

"As childish as this sounds...can you sleep over at my apartment?"

Mordecai inwardly giggled. It was so cute how Benson was asking. Almost like a little kid. Hard to believe he was a murderer.

"Sure Benny."

Benson smiled a little. He kinda liked the nickname. Benny. Benny. He could get used to that. Almost like his dad used to call him.

Mordecai kind of enjoyed Benson's apartment. He felt a little comfortable because he could talk about the murder freely and not worry about spilling the secret to people who weren't supposed to hear. Still, they had to be cautious. Just in case. Benson explained he only had a double bed and offered many times to sleep on the couch, but Mordecai wouldn't have it. They ended up sharing the double bed. At first it was awkward, but they got used to it.

"Goodnight Mordecai."

"Goodnight Benson."

Benson turned out the light.

"Hey Mordecai."

"Yeah Benson."

"Can you sing me a song?"

"Um, sure, what song."

"Th-the sunshine song."

"That song? I guess it wouldn't hurt. Okay."

Benson snuggled down in the bed and listened as Mordecai's silky smooth voice filled the room.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."

Benson smiled and snuggled up to Mordecai. Mordecai wrapped a wing around Benson's sleeping form and fell asleep beside him.

THE ENDING OF THIS CHAPTER WAS WAAAAY TOO CUTE! NOO!