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POV: Mordecai
"So? I'm waiting."
It's been a few minutes since I was first woken up by Rigby crashing through the window, and he was just laying there, a panicked look on his face. At first, I was kind of annoyed that he managed to wake me up in the middle of the night (which is a feat, as I'm a pretty heavy sleeper), but whenever I laid my eyes on the gloves he was wearing, it piqued my interest. They were simple black gloves with red trim around the back of the hand. Admittedly, it seems pretty normal at first, but then I saw this weird logo on the wrist area of the gloves. That was when my interest grew exponentially.
But still, Rigby just laid there, not saying anything. He almost seemed on the verge of tears, which is something I didn't expect to see from him. I mean, he has been a whiner, but not to the point that he would actually start crying. Still, I didn't let it get to me, so I continued to wait for him to finish.
Finally, the panicked look on Rigby's face disappeared, and he sat up on the floor. Still though, he refused to look me in the eyes, choosing instead to stare at his feet.
"Okay, now that you're finished, would you mind explaining to me why you're climbing in through the window in the middle of the night?" I said.
Rigby paused as he considered what to say, before looking up at me and saying "I…I was taking a walk and the door was locked."
"Come on, Rigby. I've known you for so long, so I can tell when you're lying. Just tell me the truth, dude." I said.
Rigby closed his eyes for a second and breathed in and out before opening his eyes again and looking back at me. "Before I tell you, I need to show you something."
I sat there, a little confused, as Rigby got up and walked into the closet. He returned pushing a small box filled with papers, as well as a suitcase emblazoned with the same logo that I saw on his gloves.
Rigby turned the suitcase around to face me and opened it, revealing something that made my jaw drop. An arsenal of weapons sat gleaming in their own special spots in the suitcase. I still couldn't quite wrap my head around this huge revelation.
Rigby paused as he looked at me before saying "My name isn't actually Rigby. I'm known as Agent 1247 in the place that I work. And that place where I work? It's an assassination agency."
Rigby paused to let in sink in. "I'm an assassin, Mordecai. I'm sorry I couldn't have told you earlier, but we're not allowed to reveal ourselves when out in the field."
He went ahead and opened the box, revealing a stack of papers. "These are all of the contracts that I have completed ever since I met you, Mordecai. Every name in this stack is dead in various ways. I'm someone who likes to vary my kills." he said.
I couldn't take it anymore. "Please stop, Rigby. This is too much for me to handle this early in the morning. Let's just discuss this after work later today, alright?" I said.
Rigby flinched, visibly upset, before saying "Okay, I understand."
He slowly walked over to his trampoline and slid under the dirty laundry as I laid back down on my bed. I didn't notice, but Rigby gave me a look of regret before going to sleep, as I did the same. My thoughts continued to jumble together as I couldn't stop thinking about what I just heard.
The work day was extremely tense, as I couldn't help but glance at Rigby every so often, wondering what else he was hiding from me.
Finally, the work day was complete, surprisingly without incident, and Rigby and I headed back to our room. I closed the door behind me and turned towards Rigby, crossing my wings in front of me.
"Well?" I said.
"Well, what?" said Rigby.
"Don't give me that, dude. What else would you like to share with me about the real you?" I said.
Rigby sighed, defeated, before saying "Well, honestly, there isn't much to say, mostly because I don't know much about the agency. For five years after I turned ten, I spent in their compound in god knows where training to be an assassin. And before you ask, no, I don't know why I was chosen to become one."
"Once I turned fifteen I was given an area of the world that I was to cover doing contracts, and as you can imagine, that's how I ended up here in this town. I met you, and things snowballed from there." he continued. "I'm actually proficient in three different forms of kung-fu, and I'm actually stronger than you think."
"What?" I said. "Are you telling me…"
"Yes." interrupted Rigby. "I pulled my punches when we played punchies, and I let you handle most of the heavy lifting when it was needed. I'm sorry I couldn't have helped, but I had to keep up my charade for your own good."
My head was right back into my hands as I continued to wonder just who Rigby really was.
"What do you mean by, for your own good?" I said.
"I'm in a dangerous line of work, Mordecai. I can't have anyone who knows my secret associating with me, because it puts them in danger." said Rigby.
"So does this mean you're leaving?" I said.
Rigby paused as he considered that question, before letting out another sigh. "No, I'm not leaving." he said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because you're my best friend, Mordecai. We've known each other for eight years, and I don't want that to end." said Rigby.
"But you're putting me in danger by staying here!" I said, almost yelling.
"I know that!" said Rigby. "That is why I'm going to do my damndest to protect you from anyone who wants to cause you harm."
I didn't know what else to say. I flopped down on to my bed and pressed my pillow up against my face. Rigby once again flinched as I let out a muffled scream, letting out all of the stress accumulated from this day.
"You okay, dude?" asked Rigby.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said. "Just leave me alone for a bit. I need to think this over."
"Okay, that's fine." said Rigby, as he exited the room, closing the door behind him to give me some privacy.
After removing the pillow from my face, I engaged in some breathing exercises, trying to calm myself down and sort through my jumbled thoughts. So Rigby just happens to be on the completely opposite spectrum of where I originally thought he was. Thirty minutes passed as I continued to sift through my memories, before deciding it was probably best to sleep on it, so I decided to close my eyes and take a nap.
I ended up taking a longer nap than I thought, as it was now night time. My mind was now much clearer, which was a godsend, considering at this point I was getting kind of sick of trying to deal with figuring out what the real Rigby was like. I headed downstairs, finding him sitting on the couch watching what looked like Zombie Dinner Party, which was another curveball thrown my way, as I always knew Rigby as someone who couldn't take scary movies, and yet here he was, watching it without a care in the world. I decided it wasn't worth it to confront him on that and jumped on to the couch, startling Rigby, who immediately jumped into a fighting stance before noticing me there.
"Oh, hey Mordecai." said Rigby.
"Hey dude." I said. "Hey listen, there's something I wanted to tell you."
Rigby paused the movie and turned towards me. "Yeah, what's up?" he said.
"So, I've given what you've said a lot of thought, even taking a nap on it, and while I still don't feel all that comfortable knowing who you really are, I'm willing to still remain friends if you want to. Besides, I think it'd be pretty damn cool to have an assassin for a best friend." I said.
"Aw, yeahuh!" said Rigby, accidentally slipping into his normal voice. Rigby slapped his hands over his mouth as he realized what he did.
"What was that?" I asked.
"I'm sorry. This isn't my real voice." he said in his nasal voice. "This is." he said in a slightly deeper, almost normal-sounding voice.
I sighed and slumped back on to the couch, saying "You know what? I'm not going to bother. Let's just watch the rest of this movie, alright?"
"Alright." said Rigby timidly. He grabbed the remote and hit the play button. As the movie began playing again, Rigby glanced at me, trying to gauge my reaction from finding out he was faking his voice. I'm pretty good at hiding my emotions, though, so all he saw was a straight face. He slowly scotched over in his seat, trying to show how sorry he was for hiding everything, up until he was almost up against me. I looked at him and saw that he actually was giving me some puppy dog eyes. I rolled my eyes and smiled, before putting my wing around Rigby's shoulders. I gave him a little squeeze, and Rigby finally seemed to be content with himself.
Little did I know was at that moment, there was a red dot pointed right at my chest that I didn't notice, but Rigby did.
And that's all we've got for Chapter 3! I hope you guys have all enjoyed this chapter. So, the true Rigby is out in the open, and Mordecai's okay with that. But Rigby's decision to stay has put Mordecai in mortal danger! Can Rigby keep him safe? Find out next time, in Chapter 4 of Rigby's Deadly Secret! Bye everyone.
RK
