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...[Chapter 4: Control]...

A look of confusion was what Rigby got from the robin after revealing all that he discovered. It just came as a shock to her that he said this. And she didn't think it was a joke at all, seeing as he looked serious about his statement.

"Rigby, how do you even know any of that?" Margaret asked.

"I had these visions and saw time ticking away, and I also heard voices and saw people dying-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Margaret stopped the rambling raccoon, "just slow down and tell me again."

Rigby took in a deep breath to calm himself. "Okay. Like I said, I started having visions a while ago, and they pretty much came when you saw me in pain there."

"So you were having a vision right now? And you had the vision of you killing a man, the world ending and someone dying in 30 minutes?"

"I'll explain to you later. First we need to find the guy who's dying. You go west, I'll go east."

Margaret nodded and ran west, while Rigby ran the opposite direction.

694:35:50...

694:35:49...

694:35:48...

Meanwhile...

Willow stared down at the ground, lost in her thoughts as her index finger moved in a circular motion, making light marks. Using her other hand, she was hugging her knees. Her messy blond covered her eyes and part of her face, allowing the little light that entered to highlight the tip of her nose, her brownish cheeks, lips, and tiny pieces of rubble.

Thomas was leaning against the wall with his arms folded, watching her from the other side of the room. She had been this way for what he estimated to be at least 20 minutes. Out of all the things he seen, this was the most depressing. She looked so innocent, with tattered and torn clothes, no shoes and just being in the state she was in right now. Usually, he always known her as a girl who can't always stand down, using her animal powers to fight for what's right, but she wasn't like that at all anymore. Everything was just different.

"Thomas," Willow finally spoke, which caught Thomas a bit off guard, "please stop staring at me. It's getting uncomfortable."

"O-oh, sorry." Said Thomas as he quickly switched his gaze to look down at the floor. "Thank you..." Willow replied in a low voice, much more slowly.

The two remained in silence. Willow continued to what she was doing, once again getting lost in her thoughts. Thomas also continued to stare down at the floor. The silence started to become dreadful for him as it stayed for one more minute.

Willow stopped moving her finger, turning her head slightly towards Thomas. She could see his figure from the corner of her eyes, just standing there doing nothing. She looked down at her hand, which she curled into a fist.

Willow let out a low growl. She lifted her fist, then slammed it down with a lot of force. This didn't go unnoticed.

Thomas was alarmed when he heard the fist come in contact with the solid floor. With wide eyes, he looked at the girl. "Willow, what's wrong?" He asked. Willow pulled her hair out of her face, showing her deep blue eyes staring down at the floor with annoyance. "Willow-"

"That crystal is in the wrong hands." Willow spoke. "I'm like this because I just gave away something that could be linked to Rigby. I mean, who knows what Mordecai can do with it."

"Well," Thomas started, "you gave it to him so that he doesn't hurt anyone else. He did say he'll hurt someone if you didn't."

"Thomas, it's Mordecai, he was going to hurt someone anyway, but with the crystal he could cause more damage." Said Willow. She stood up and started to pace around the room. "If only we could get the crystal and escape without getting caught by the guards..."

"We can't, we're locked in here and Mordecai won't come for like, I think six hours." Said Thomas.

"Thanks for the help." Willow replied sarcastically. "Mordecai might come back, he might need me to help him access the crystal's power. I did have it long enough to know how to use it."

"So we should just wait for him to come and ask for help?" Thomas asked.

"It's our only plan."

Meanwhile...

"Rigby!"

Margaret yelled out for him, alerting the raccoon she found the man. It was a quick search for him, since apparently he was close to where they were. It was just a twenty minute search until they found him, leaving them with only 15 minutes.

The victim was on the ground, unconscience. His heart beat was slow, meaning his time was almost up.

Rigby came running from the eastern direction, from where Margaret was, and he saw Margaret next to the man in the middle of what used to be a four way road. Margaret was checking his pulse as soon as Rigby arrived.

"Is it him?" The raccoon asked.

"I think so..." Margaret replied, unsure if it was the man they were looking for.

"Wait, how are you going to save him?"

Rigby didn't reply immediately. He didn't think of a way of helping him, he just knew he had to help him.

"Rigby?"

"I don't know what to do. I never had a plan to save him..."

"What?!"

Rigby was beginning to panic. Everything was going in the wrong direction. Nothing good ever happened when he tries to be the hero he is!

Margaret once again checked the man's pulse; it was...there was no pulse. Margaret checked again, and again. She looked at Rigby, who was still thinking of ways to help.

"Rigby, how much time is he left with?"

"I don't know, about 30."

"I don't think so."

Rigby's eyebrow raised as he saw the robin re-checking for a pulse. That's when he finally got the message.

"Don't tell me he's dead!"

Margaret only glanced at him before letting the man's hand fall to the ground. Rigby stared at the body, and sighed.

"I'm sorry," Rigby started, "I couldn't save him. I failed, like I always do."

"Don't blame yourself for this Rigby," Margaret replied. "There just wasn't anything you could do to help him."

The robin kneeled down next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. Rigby faced her, keeping the same sad look on his face. "I know, but..." Rigby sighed sadly as he turned away from Margaret. "It's not normal to have this many people die when you're a hero." He said softly. Margaret sympathised for the raccoon. "Everything is just harder for me to handle. A lot harder. I don't have a mentor to help me with the rest of this hero stuff, Mordecai and HFG are hidden somewhere, plotting something against me while holding Willow and Thomas captive. Now instead of having time to stop Mordecai and rescue them, I have to find people all over the world whose lives are coming to an end and I'm given the joy of having to know I'll never make it in time to save them-"

"Rigby," Margaret interrupted, "don't say that. Don't bring yourself down like that. Yes, things aren't going your way right now. Winter's gone, two of our friends are kidnapped and most of them are also dead. And to make matters worse, Mordecai is more dangerous and it's been nearly impossible for you to stop him for good."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Rigby asked, turning back to face Margaret. He still had the same upset look. "It's clearly not working."

"You didn't let me finish." Margaret continued. "Even though none of your plans worked the last time, it doesn't mean nothing will work this time." Margaret smiled at the raccoon as she said this. Rigby returned it, followed by a hug, which Margaret returned immediately.

"Thanks Margaret."

As soon as Rigby said his thank you, their hug was short lived, as his thanks turned into a scream. Margaret could feel him being ripped out of her arms, which caught her off guard. She yelped as she fell backwards, hitting her head on a rock.

Their attacker held Rigby by the tail, having a strong grip on it. He flung Rigby a few metres away from him and came running after him. The raccoon spun around in the air before crashing down, head first, and bouncing a few more metres before he landed and slide, his skin grinding against the stones and dirt. He came to a stop and took his time to turn around, still registering what happened.

He heard heavy footsteps coming his way. He switched his gaze, and saw a man running towards him. Rigby's eyes widened and he gasped, shocked at who the man was. It was the man who had just died.

Being in this shock, Rigby had no time to run or defend himself as the man grabbed him by the throat, lifted him and slammed him down. All the air was knocked out of him, and the man started to strangle him.

Rigby was struggling to breath. His eyes were popping out, only looking at what was in front of him. The man had blood shot eyes and one of his eyes twitched. He looked like a mad man.

To save his life, Rigby looked around desperately for a weapon he could use while trying to remove the man's hands wrapped around his throat. He first looked at the man's pockets, and in his pants pocket, he could see sparkling metal. A pocket knife.

Rigby took this time to try and get the knife. He punched the man on his eye, and used enough strength to get the man to let go of him and tend to his eye. He let out a pained scream, putting both hands over his eye. That's when Rigby swipped the knife from his pocket. He pushed the man down and held the knife above him.

"Stay down!" Rigby yelled.

The man again grabbed him by the throat, ready to kill him, but Rigby didn't make it that easy for him as he tried to pull his hands away. The two both struggled, Rigby trying to pry the attacker's hands off of him, and the man trying to keep the raccoon still.

Still trying to survive, Rigby stabbed the man's hand. The attacker pulled away from him, and brought back a punch with his unharmed hand. He punched Rigby on the nose, and aimed for another, but his plan was quickly shattered, when Rigby grabbed his wrist and pulled it down.

Unexpectedly, when the man thought he would leave him, Rigby raised the knife in his other hand and brought it down to his attacker's chest.

...

Blood spattered onto his hand and face, and Rigby turned away to avoid being splashed by the red liquid. He used his free hand to wipe away the drops he felt on his face, and he looked down at the man. He saw his chest rise and fall, while hearing him take in a painful breathe as he used his injured hand to reach for the knife, but his hand went limp before he could reach.

Rigby couldn't believe it. He died. And he killed him.

...Tick...tick...tick...

Tick after tick after tick...it was the one of the things he could hear. No, it was the only thing he could hear. He was frozen on the spot, staring down at the body.

Blood dripped down from the man's chest, coating his shirt and increasing the size of a puddle of his blood.

Margaret groaned as she rose, opening her eyes slightly. "Rigby," Margaret spoke softly, but got no reply. Immediately, she knew something was wrong and forced herself up to find the raccoon. She saw his figure a short distance away, kneeling down in front of the dead man's body. "Rigby?" She gasped. He was too focused on the red blood that coated his fur, some of it trickling down from his arms. "I...I...this isn't possible..." Rigby stood up slowly, still registering the situation. 'He just...attacked me. And I...he was supposed to be dead...' Rigby thought. At this moment, he could finally see the red digits flash before him.

694:03:10

'His time wasn't even up."

"Rigby, what happened?" Margaret asked. Rigby climbed off of the man, but still remained staring at him. "My vision...I killed a man..."

Meanwhile...

It was 40 minutes later, and Willow and Thomas still waited for someone to come and open the cell door. Their plan was simple; just to push the person out of the way, get the crystal and escape...it wasn't really that simple. The first part was, but finding the crystal and escaping the prison wasn't as easy as it looked. With guards roaming around, blocking all exits and other important rooms as soon as they escape and are found out, nothing was that simple. It was a risk, but it could be worth it.

Another minute of waiting, the sound of the key turning alerted the two cell mates. Thomas scrambled to the other side of the room and stood next to Willow, pressing his back against the wall. The door was pushed open, covering the two behind it. They stood still, waiting for the guard to enter.

He came walking in, finding no one.

"Huh?" The guard wondered.

He looked left and right; he even checked the ceiling, but found no one. The guard walked deeper into the room, allowing for Willow and Thomas to run out, shut the door behind them and lock it, leaving the guard yelling at them and screaming for help.

The two ran straight, finding no guards in the candle lit hallways. So far everything was going to plan.

They both stopped running as soon as they saw an opened door. Willow tip toed passed Thomas to take a closer look.

She could see Mordecai and Max, both hunched over a small table. On the table was Rigby's book and the green crystal.

"Mordecai, this is useless," Max began, "what's the use of you trying to get the crystal if you don't know how to access it's power?"

"I can do it, trust me. I wouldn't be the greatest villain if you didn't believe what I could do." Mordecai replied as he stretched to release the pain from hunching over. He took the crystal and studied it for a bit of time before pulling out an orange crystal. He placed it on to the table next to the book.

"Plus, I found this."

He pointed at the crystal on the table. Max gasped.

"I researched a bit about these crystals in Rigby's book, and it turns out this one is a villains crystal."

Mordecai hunched over again. "How come you never told me about it?"

"Roger claimed that it was destroyed by his nemesis after he failed to defeat him, so it wasn't really important to mention it to you. All I know so far about it is that you can unlock great power from it."

Mordecai chuckled. "As if I didn't know that already." In one swipe, the ghost crashes down onto the table. Mordecai then forces him to the floor below by pulling him down with a mighty strength.

To defend himself, Max swoops up from the floor and punches Mordecai, but the blue jay grabs his wrist as soon as it happens and throws him to the ground, making him hit the table.

"You know," Mordecai starts, taking slow steps towards the bruised ghost, "I get sick and tired of following the mighty Max just because he's the first all powerful villain and thinks he can order a beginner around."

The blue jay edges closer and closer, focusing on Max as he stared back with a look of disbelief. His mouth was slightly a gap as Mordecai approached him, every word he spoke proved to be quite hurtful to him.

"Don't you dare Mordecai. You would have never been where you are now if it wasn't for me," said the ghost. "True," Mordecai replied, admiring the crystal on the table, "but you made the mistake of teaching me everything, showing me everything, telling me everything..."

Mordecai revealed the green crystal in his hand, and grabbed the orange one on the small table with his free hand.

"Stay back, or else-" the ghost was cut off short when Mordecai came closer, and pounced on him. The blue jay put both crystals in his right hand and wrap his other feathered hand around Max, smiling wickedly above him. He raised the ghost as he stood up until he was at eye level with him.

"Or else what?" Mordecai asked threateningly. "You're gonna fight me? Call all the guards to lock me up?"

Max struggled to reply as the grip around his neck became stronger.

"I'm too strong for anything you try to do because of all the things I learned from you and from my brother."

Mordecai pulled the ghost closer to his face.

"It's all just a shame we have to end things like this, but, I am done with you. You gave me enough information already."

Mordecai pulled him even closer.

Willow listened attentively to everything the blue jay said, not daring to enter the room and take the crystal.

"And you ever wondered why Roger disappeared?" Mordecai whispered.

The ghost had long heard about Roger disappearing for no reason from Mordecai. And now that he was bringing it up again, he feared the worst.

"He didn't. I killed him."

Mordecai walked closer to the wall and slammed max into it.

"And now it's your turn."

Thomas and Willow watched with widened eyes, shocked at what Mordecai was doing.

"Y-you cold blooded k-killer..." the ghost let out. Mordecai only grinned at the statement.

"That's what you trained me to be."

The colour of Mordecai's irises changes, from blue to red, and the usual white of the eye changed to black. The villainous eyes glowed in the dark, and the ghost stared at them, not knowing this was a killing process.

Before he could react, a white aura that surrounded him was being sucked away into the orange crystal. It was painless, but the ghost felt himself fading away.

The orange crystal began to glow as the aura was taken away. Mordecai released the weakened ghost, who now looked smaller and wrinkly. He looked up at the blue jay.

"Y-you'll pay for this..." he coughed out as he struggled to breathe. Mordecai didn't bother to reply as the ghost disappeared right before his eyes after saying his last words, which echoed in the room.

Mordecai's eyes reverted back to normal as he placed both crystals on the table. Putting them there, he noticed to figures at the door.

Willow.

When the girl noticed his burning gaze had landed on her, she looks back to Thomas.

"Run!" She yelled, and they both ran, leaving the plan of getting the crystal back. What was important now to them was that they find a way to escape and hopefully live doing so.

As they ran further away, Mordecai stood at the doorway eyeing the two. He didn't chase them or attack them, he just stood there.

He knew what he was doing.

And so he slowly pulled the door back, the slow creak echoing in the hallway as the two disappeared into the darkness as the last candle lit was right beside Mordecai's room. He still stared into the dark, his blue eyes letting out a soft blue glow, before finally closing the door, secluding himself in the darkness and silence of the room...

...TO BE CONTINUED...

Quite a long chapter :) long enough to please? Yes? No? Maybe? I hope at least a 'yes' or a 'maybe, though, I do feel like i'm also going to see some no's .

I can tell you now, there might be some mistakes in the story, and in some parts it seems a bit rushed. That's because I panicked when I saw how long ago I made a chapter. If you find any mistakes, please tell me, i'd be happy to edit them.

Also, updates might be long, as usual. Sorry :(

I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. See you guys next time on 'Lives in Ruins'

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