It was almost literally like hell had broken loose in town square. It felt like it had lasted forever and a day. Well, it was only a few hours. It FELT like it had lasted forever. Benson hung there, wondering how his life would be different if he hadn't told Mordecai. Benson thanked God his arm was metal and he didn't have blood, otherwise his circulation would have been cut off. His hand could've fallen off and he would have been hung. Benson could still breathe, but he owned not a drop of blood. If the rope closed around his neck he would surely die. Benson felt his hand go numb from the pressure. His hand was slipping out of the noose. It slowly clenched around Benson's neck, beginning to block his airway. Benson knew that he would die. He would die and not be there for Mordecai. Why was it that when Mordecai needed him, he wasn't able to be there. Tears slowly slipped from his eyes, waiting for the end to come.
Mordecai caught sight of Benson from the corner of his eye. He looked quickly around and caught sight of a French gay man with a sword. "Dude! French dude! I need your help!" Mordecai cried. "Ah. Mon Ami, fellow gay. Oui, I shall assist you!" the French man replied. Mordecai and the man quickly made their way to the stage and the man cut Benson's noose. Benson fell to the ground, holding his neck gently as he gasped for breath. Benson was quickly scooped up by Mordecai, who hugged him, relieved he was alive. Benson caught his breath and hugged him back. "I thought I lost you." "I thought I was going to die. Guess not."
"C'mon Benson, we got a war to win." Benson smiled up at Mordecai. They gave a quick kiss before rushing off to battle. Punching, kicking, screaming...it was all that was happening. All you could hear were insults. Insults and threats. Crunching of bones, cracking of solid material to bare skin. It was hard to concentrate on anything else. Since everyone had mixed together, it was hard to tell the gays from the straights. Straights and gays had even beaten up their own men without knowing, it was that hard to tell. They obvioulsy knew Mordecai, Benson, and the others from everyone else because they weren't human.
Soon, the war had gotten so bad. There were fires. Smoke. Even the coppery smell of blood. That's right, blood had been shed in this squabble. There was even killing. Mordecai had seen it all with his own eyes. He finally snapped. He went up to the stage, picked up the microphone, and held it close to the speaker. It made a noise of such high pitch, it broke glass. It hurt everyones ears, making them stop, and successfully making them listen to Mordecai.
"Look at yourselves! Why are we fighting over this?" Mordecai shouted, only beginning his criticism and reasoning. "We are not animals! We are fighting over love. Why? Isn't the saying 'make love, not war'?" "But this is not love. It is sin!" "Is it a sin to love? In that case, everyone has sinned!" "What?" cried an exasperated straight, and devout Christian.
"If it is a sin to love, then eveyone has sinned. Love is not an emotion easily taken away from someone. Love is something worth fighting for, but this? THIS is not worth fighting over! Love is a human emotion. Just because the people we show love to are awkward, it doesn't mean we are aliens meant to be treated like dirt! We are all human after all and all humans, no matter how we look, love, and talk, are to have rights. It's not our fault! We can't help our feelings! Please, open your eyes! Look at the suffering you've put us through. Wake up! You have killed more innocent people than you may think because of this. Please, we are human like you, and we only want to love without fear of death hanging over us. We only want respect and good treatment. Please, can we just form one society where we can all live together in peace?"
Many people were shocked. Everyone looked around and took in the situation. Murmers had begun amungst the crowd. But there was one small sound, other than a voice, a clap. Someone was clapping. Eveyone turned toward the source...Rigby. He kept clapping even through the weight of the awkward stares he was recieving. He looked desperately at the Skips, Pops, and the others. Rigby clapped louder, feeling the heat of emberrassment rise in his face, but he just kept it up. Skips slowly joined in. The others joined soon after. More and more people began clapping. They wanted to unify, to come together in one society.
Mordecai's eyes slowly widened with the increasing volume of clapping.
They won
We won
We did it
That was all Mordecai could think about as he wiped a small trickle of blood from his mouth. His injuries were minor, thankfully. Just a few cuts and scratches. Benson made his way to the stage, smiling. Mordecai was surprised as Benson threw his arms around him and kissed him. "We did it!" Benson cried in excitement. "We have...but there is still something else." "Wha-...what do you mean?"
Mordecai sighed and smiled into Benson's face. "Benson, I love you, more than anything and you know I'd be more than happy to spend the rest of my life with you, right?" "Well, yeah, but...what?" Now Benson was confused, maybe a little worried. Mordecai slowly got down on one knee, holding Benson's hand in both his own. Benson looked with wide eyes into Mordecai's bright eyes. He had something planned, Benson just knew it. "Benson, I truely would like to spend the rest of my life with you. So i'm asking," Mordecai smiled and pulled out a black case. "Benson, would you marry me?" Mordecai asked hopefully, flipping open the case to reveal a ring.
' say yes!' Mordecai thought in worry. Would he say yes, would he say no? Would Benson emberrass him? Mordecai's prayers were answered when Benson replied, "Yes. God...yes." Benson grinned from ear to ear and pulled Mordecai into a kiss. Cheers came from behind them. The couple were so wrapped up in the proposal that they hadn't realized everyone had gotten silent just to hear what they had to say. The people had decided, as their first act of equal gay treatment, they would help to make their wedding.
Rigby looked grouchy as he and the others also made their way to the stage. Mordecai looked into the grouchy face of Rigby while Rigby said "I'll kill you..." "Wait man I-" "Dude, I'll kill you if I'm not your best man!" Rigby exclaimed playfully. Mordecai inwardly sighed. He got his man, he kept his friends, he helped gays and straights get along. It was all just perfect.
The crowd rushed up excitedly and crowd surfed the lovers away from each other, quickly rushing to get dresses and tuxedos. Flowers and streamers and food and all of that nice wedding stuff. Everyone buzzed busily like bees, rushing to get everything in place and tell the others how it was to be. They quickly found some instruments and a DJ booth. Finally, everything was ready. The only thing was, Benson's and Mordecai's parents weren't there, but in truth were the farthest thing from their minds.
Benson stood anxiously in a black tux, feeling the heat in face as everyone looked upon him. People took their positions, and he music began to play. Everyone turned to watch Mordecai walk down the isle. Mordecai was dressed in a white tuxedo, and he had a rose he was carrying. Benson smiled and felt relieved from some of the awkwardness. Mordecai stepped up beside Benson, smiling, and both of them found it hard to follow along with the priest. They were just too wrapped in each other to follow along, eagerly awaiting the end. The priest had finally asked each other if they were truely willing to spend the rest of their lives together, through whatever hardships may come.
"Do you, Mordecai, take Benson to be your husband? In sickness and in health, for rich and for poor, till death do you part?"
"I do."
"Benson, do you take Mordecai to be your husband? In sickness and in health, for rich and for poor, till death do you part?
Silence...almost as though he were thinking. The silence made Mordecai uneasy. Finally it was broken.
"I do."
"Then I now pronounce you, gay married! You may now kiss the groom."
Mordecai and Benson wasted no time meeting each others lips. The kiss lasted about a minute before the two broke away, hugging and smiling while confetti was thrown and people cheered. The reception immediately started, but with slow music, slow dance music. The couples danced first, then Mordecai and Benson. Mordecai grinned and nuzzled noses with Benson, pressing their foreheads together.
"I love you."
"I love you too Benson."
'Nothing short of perfect...'