::Again, sorry for the length. I think each chapter is just going to be longer now. And sorry, it may take a little longer for new chapters. Also, sorry if this chapter seems...sloppy...::

After Mordecai left, Rigby grabbed the Enchiridion. It was steaming. The Enchiridion could enhance magic, but like Rigby, it could only take so much.

Rigby was wincing with pain. His sides were burning and his body felt like it was on fire. He looked and saw that small streams of steam were coming from his arms. Rigby hadn't been burned from over using magic since his second day. It was too strange, but Rigby didn't really think about it that hard, he had bigger problems.

The police sirens got closer.

Rigby put the Enchiridion into his bag. He was still enraged over what happened. Something, somebody had to pay. He reached for his pistol, but then he looked down at Eileen's necklace still in his hand. "No no, I can't hurt anyone. Eileen wouldn't want that of me." On top of that, Rigby didn't know if his conscience could take anymore.

Rigby put his gun back into his bag as well as Eileen's necklace.

Police cars were coming down the street. They were called that something happened, but they still had no idea what. Three of the cars parked sideways in front of the destroyed coffee shop. The officers in them got out on the side opposite that of the cafe and pointed their guns over the hood of the cars towards Rigby. They were told there was a report of gunshots and they assumed Rigby was the culprit.

"Hands behind your head, and got down on your knees." One of the officers called towards Rigby. Rigby didn't move, he still stood straight up facing the cops.

Rigby's eyes were darting every possible escape route. The tough question was getting out without killing anyone. Could he at least hurt them but not kill them?

Rigby was thinking all of this over while the cops still had their guns pointed at him. Rigby had to act now.

"Last warning hands behind your head and get on your knees!" the same cop yelled.

Rigby flicked his wrists downward and made flames in his hands. "Holy shit!" one of the cops screamed. Rigby then sent out a jet of flames towards the direction of the police. The flames, Rigby made sure, were well over the cops' heads. But this still made the officers duck in cover behind their cars.

Rigby then swung both of his arms from his sides outward and created a wall of flames between Rigby and the police. With this, Rigby ran back in the cafe.

He ran out the back door into the alley. He ran further down the alley. Dammit! There was a chain-link fence in his way. Rigby turned around to go the other way but three cops came running around the corner of the alley.

He turned back to the chain fence. He sent a green fireball at the lower part of the fence as he ran towards it. The explosion blew off the lower half of the fence.

Gunshots rang out behind Rigby. Rigby performed a baseball type slide under the fence. Bullets were whizzing over his head. Rigby made a small magic shield from his hand as he ran, blocking the shots.

He turned down another alley to find a small parking lot. He spotted an old Cadillac (1979 to be exact). He ran over to the car and made a key out of plasma. He opened the door, made another key, and started the car.

He drove out of the parking lot into the street. He could hear the sirens of police cars behind him. "Nothing's changed Rigby, just get out of the City" He thought to himself as he started to drive off.

The cop cars drove up behind him. Rigby slammed on the gas as his Cadillac made it all the way to 70 mph. Adrenaline pumped through Rigby's body. His hunches flared up. Ahead was several cop cars parked in a V formation on the street, blocking Rigby's path.

Rigby jutted the wheel to the left and drove on the sidewalk and narrowly passed the cars (but not before scraping the Cadillac off of the corner of the cop cars) He had to make this maneuver several more times to get out of the city.

Rigby's hunches guided him every step of the way, telling him whether to turn right, left, speed up; Rigby listened to each one without question. And each one saved his life.

A helicopter flew over head and began to trail Rigby. He made a sharp turn right and drove onto the highway, with the cops blazing after him.


"...Listen I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I've survived worse," Skips said to Thomas. Skips had burns up the left side of his body. They weren't bad, but they still scared Thomas. Thomas was still a little new to everything that usually happens at the park. But what happened here was a complete shock to Thomas.

Thomas nervously nodded and walked back into the house. In the kitchen, Benson had an unofficial meeting with Pops, Muscle Man, and HFG. Benson broke the news of what happened so far that morning. It was tough, but the others began to understand what happened.

Thomas had to at least try to calm himself down. He timidly sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV.

"Thomas, really? Now is not the time! Could you turn that off?!" Benson yelled from the kitchen.

Thomas didn't listen. The news caught his entire attention.

"Thomas, turn the TV off!"

Thomas called for the others, "Hey guys, I think you're gonna want to see this..."

Benson walked in with the others saying, "This better be go-..."

The news showed a brown car driving quickly down the highway with several cop cars in pursuit. It was swerving past the other cars on the road. The video was a bird's eye view (probably from a helicopter). "This video is coming live as authorities are in hot pursuit of an alleged criminal." The TV cut back to the news woman. "The suspect in question is Rigby," a picture of Rigby faded in on the upper right corner, "a groundskeeper at the Twin Peaks park. It is believed he is responsible for the murders of his brother and the disappearance of..."


Nine. Rigby figured that there were nine cop cars from the occasional glances he took from his rear view mirror. The helicopter was still flying overhead.

Rigby's blood was pumping. He was driving down the highway at 83 mph.

It took him a moment to realize that there were no cars left on the highway, just him and the police behind. Something was up. His hunches were flaring up beyond belief.

He took a quick glance in the rear view mirror. What was 'quick' to Rigby was 6 seconds, which at 83 mph is a pretty far distance.

It wasn't until he looked back at the road did he realize the V formation of cop cars in front of them. It wasn't until he even got closer that he saw the tire spikes in front of them. Rigby panicked as he tried to turn off the highway and drive around.

It was too late, Rigby's car hit the spikes at an angle. All four wheels blew out. The car was still turning and moving forward. The Cadillac flipped as it started doing rolls, bouncing off the ground with each turn, chunks of metal flying everywhere. On the third roll the bumper flew off.

It came to an abrupt stop as it hit upside down with a tree off the road. The right of the car bent and morphed around the tree as it hit it.

Rigby had made a shield around his head the second the car hit the tire spikes. He was lucky, barely a scratch on him. But he was completely disoriented. Everything seemed to be spinning. He unbuckled his seat belt. At this, he fell head first on to the ceiling of the car.

All the police cars parked in formations around Rigby's car. Rigby got out, dazed, but he could still clearly tell what was going on.

"Get down on the ground!" one of the cops yelled to him. Their guns pointing in his direction.

Rigby looked over the car to see the forest behind him.

Rigby faced the cops and quickly created fireballs in his hands. Before a single shot was fired, Rigby threw both of them towards the police barricade. It didn't kill anyone, but the explosions were enough to make them get behind cover. Rigby took his chance and made a mad dash into the woods.

He ran as fast as he could. The run he made that morning still tired him immensely. Rigby could hardly keep running, but he pushed himself on. He didn't hear any cops in pursuit, but he kept going.


"Why aren't we going after him?" One of the younger cops asked to the sheriff.

"This guy's too dangerous. They're bringing in SWAT Team to flush him out. Plus, we got a couple cops from the next towns over to watch any exit out of the woods."

As he finished, the armored SWAT cars rolled up to the scene.


"Why are you running Rigby?"

Rigby couldn't answer this.

"Aren't you tired, Rigby?"

Rigby slowed down. He took a breath at a nearby tree before sliding down and sitting down. That day alone, he had ran a total of 14 miles. His sides were on fire.

But that didn't outweigh his hunches. His head was pounding. He looked at all sides, he couldn't see anyone but he could feel them: SWAT, M4s and MP5s, light body armor, left side.

Reluctantly, Rigby lifted himself back up, and carried on.

There was nothing he could do but keep running. His hunches told him his pursuers were on his tail.

Bang, shots rang out from behind, the rattle of the machine guns slowly getting closer their mark.

There was no option for him but to run, and just continue running. All of a sudden his path was cut off, three SWAT officers stepped out in front of his path, machine guns firing directly at Rigby. But it was to no avail as Rigby immediately released a shield wall in front of him. Every bullet was blocked and Rigby just kept running.

"SHIT!" Rigby screamed. A cliff cut him off; the drop was too high to jump down. Oddly enough, there seemed to be something like snow at parts of the cliff, but Rigby didn't care to notice.

By the time he had turned around, he was already surrounded. There was at least 15 officers, with more most likely following behind. "You know what you need to do" whispered the book into his head. "Let me in, RIGBY!" NO! Not again! He promised himself he would never succumb to HIM again.

The machine guns were now raised to him. He didn't have much time left. Rigby was in a panic now. There was no way out of this one. "Stand down and put your hands behind your head!" The voices yelled directed at Rigby. The courageous raccoon wasn't going to surrender, not like this. He made a fireball in his right hand. "LAST WARNING, STAND DOWN!" Rigby remained unyielding.

"OPEN FIRE!" The bullets rang out, each with a thunderous crack. Rigby had made a dome shaped-shield completely covering his body like a bubble; It was just in time, successfully blocking the shots, at least for now. But this couldn't last for long. It was weakening, gradually fading with each shot. If he was in better shape he could keep it formed for hours, but not now... now he was exhausted, tired, and weak...

"Aren't you tired Rigby?" The voice was soothing to Rigby. "Aren't you tired Rigby? ...Let me in Rigby." At this point He was right: there was no real choice. Rigby let go... and The Lich took control...

Once again, the Enchiridion began to glow as it slid out of Rigby's bag and floated overhead with bright green flames.

Rigby closed his eyes, the shield was starting to fade. He quickly made his demonic flames in his hands and launched them towards his pursuers. It stunned them for a second, but none of them were harmed...yet...

::This is why this is M::

Rigby opened his eyes. They were replaced by the Lich's deep, hollow eyes. He let out a faint smile as he emitted fireballs in his palms. He launched one directly at a group of the officers. Rigby had never tried it on anything living excpet for Skips, but his Green flames don't burn like normal flames do; they melt. (Skips, who is immortal in himself, was more immune to the melting).

Three SWAT officers clenched their slowly burning faces and let out blood curdling screams as the Lich ran towards the others. By the time they fell to the ground, their body armor dissolved and all that was left of their faces was a skull covered in burnt flesh.

His shield blocked every desperate shot from the SWAT team. As the Lich got close to his next target, he formed a plasma type blade in his right arm. A swift uppercut broke through the poor man's armor and sliced open his rib cage. Blood sprayed over Rigby's body.

He turned to the next man and spun around with his blade extended outwards, slicing the poor bastard clean in half.

Flames to the right, a fireball to the left, some more slashes; the Lich had shredded the entire squadron to ribbons. What officers didn't have their very skin melted were sliced in every which way.

The roar of the helicopter from earlier could be heard overhead. It appeared over the treeline. Target Practice.

The Lich formed a much larger fireball than normal, this one required both hands to form. He sent it hurling it into the chopper's direction. A large explosion erupted as the flaming wreck fell to the ground. A grim smile grew on Lich Rigby's face.

The Lich thought this was all good fun. It hadn't been able to use its power like this in years. But this was horribly ineffective. If the Lich wanted to complete its ultimate goal, it had to think bigger, and fast. It didn't know how long it would last in Rigby's body before losing control. Could it be 10 seconds? 10 minutes? An hour? It had to act fast. It knew exactly what was going on in the world (thanks to Rigby's curiosity with the news) and what was needed to spark the world powder keg.

This was going to hurt Rigby a lot more than it would hurt the Lich...

The Lich formed fireballs in each of its hands. He raised them over his head, forming a single, greater fireball. The Enchiridion grew brighter as the Lich fed off of its energy. It began to spin the fireball in his hands.

The fireball grew larger and larger. Rigby's body was starting to give out from this over use of magic. His arms were starting to steam and the Lich could feel the boy's sides begin to burn.

But he didn't stop. Larger and larger he made the fireball grew. At this point it was half the size of the Park house. The Enchiridion grew even brighter as it began to steam as well.

The Lich took the fireball and hurled it into the air. It flew fast as it quickly left his view.


Rigby regained his body. He looked around in terror at the sight around him. Dead, mangled bodies lay strewn across the clearing. Rigby was covered in blood, but it wasn't even his blood.

Rigby just stared wide eyed at the sight around him. His body was still burning from what just happened.

His body was desperate for rest and Rigby collapsed on his hands and knees. Rigby had watched helplessly at the scene that unfolded earlier. He heard their screams, saw their terrified faces, and could do nothing for them.

"What did you do? What the fuck did you make me do?!" Rigby screamed.

The Lich didn't respond, things were much worse at hand.

The Mushroom War, was on its way...

::Sorry it took so long to publish, major writer's block (it kind of shows here). Next chapter will come out much sooner. Leave a review::