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*1st person Mordecai*

Goddamn this thing is huge!

That was my first thought the minute I walked into the spaced MRI room. The machine is a giant cylinder with a bed sticking out of the center. White sheets covered the bed with a head and neck supporter on the edge of the bed.

"Got everything out of your pockets, sir?" Nurse Sarah asked me as she guided me to the bed. I had to admit, I was not used to being called "sir." However, I did enjoy it and shook my head no.

About five minutes later, I am lying down on the bed with my head between the hard plastic supporters. My wings are crossed my chest as Dr. Nestbar talks to me over an intercom.

Okay Mordecai, we are going to start the tests soon. How are you feeling?

I gave him quick thumbs up. The bed then lowered as a humming sound echoed through the room. A sudden shiver shook my body as my view was over taken by the machines interior walls.

Mordecai, from here on out I need you to stay as still as you can. I need you to do that for me so any scratches you have, scratch them now.

I thought the Doctor was being a little weird at this point. I don't have to scratch anywhere. I mean my back kind of…

You done scratching?

Shooting my thumb up, the machine began to make weird noises. I heard loud clanks of metal as well as beeping. I felt like I was being examined by an alien life-force. The machine continued its wide variety of sounds for about twenty minutes.

I soon grew bored and closed my eyes for a bit. My mind raced thinking of what Margaret could be dreaming of. I wish I knew so I could maybe join our dreams together when I go to sleep. But sadly, I know that is impossible. I don't think even Skips could pull that stunt.

She….will….die….

My heart skipped a beat. That wasn't Dr. Nestbar's voice. That was…that monster. Against all possibility and internal instinct to stay quiet; I spoke to the being in my mind.

'Why are you haunting me?'

I am not Mordecai. I am a part of you. I control you. I feed from you. I see what you see, feel what you feel, and hear what you hear.

But why me?

Why you? It's not you I'm after Mordecai. I'm after her.

Why? Why her? Who hurt her?

Ah, so many questions. You will soon know. However I will tell you this.

What?

The person who hurt her….

What? Who?

…

Who goddamnit?! WHO!

Mordecai! Nurse, get in there.

My eyes snapped open to see Nurse Sarah. Sweat poured from my feathers on to the bed.

"What? What happened? Is the test over?" I asked her. She threw a puzzled face at me.

"Yes… I believe so."

"Oh just wait till I get my hands on that prick. Thinking he can skip work to be at the coffee girl's house." Benson's nonstop rampage continued as the crew traveled down familiar suburbs.

"Margaret sounded like she was in trouble from what I heard Mordecai yelling for." Skips said in the back seat of the golf cart. Pops sat next to him with Muscleman on the other side of the cart. Rigby sat shotgun.

His face grew of great concern towards his friend. Not sure if he was ok. Even though the two have been on some fucked up adventures, he still worried for his best friend. His hands rested in his laps as they got closer to the destination.

"Maybe she fell down a flight of stairs and Mordecai had to go and help her up." Pops tried to encourage.

"Nah I don't quite think so Pops." Benson discriminated with his knuckles turning white. "Okay just one more turn and…what the hell?"

As Benson turned left on the street that Margaret lived on, the scene he pulled up on was unexpected by everyone. Police lights flashed across the property as men in blue uniform scavenged the place. Yellow tape blocked off entrance to the house. Benson could see wood shards scattered all along the porch.

Pops was the first out of golf cart. He ran up to the nearest police officer that was jotting down notes on to his notepad. The officer turned around to be confronted by a panicking Pops and a crowd of people running after him.

"Officer!" Pops exclaimed stopping short from tackling him. "What happened here?"

"Whoa okay, who are you all?" He asked putting away his notepad.

"We are all Margaret's friends. Can you tell us where she is?" Skips explained.

"Oh the red robin that lives here?" The crew slowly nodded their heads. "Oh well in that case," he took a pause to check his surroundings. "We arrived here on a noise complaint call from one of the neighbors. They said they heard screaming and glass shattering. When they called us, the noise suddenly stopped and then a car drove up to the house. The neighbors saw a blue jay jumping out of the car while another drove away from being parked in the lawn, over there."

He pointed over to the tire tracks shown in the fresh dirt next to the porch. "We then received a call from one of our newest recruits that was doing a run-through of the local hospital and said that the red robin was severely injured."

Everyone's heart dropped a mile into the ground. Benson only then realized that this situation was unlike any other stunt pulled by Mordecai and Rigby.

"If I was you guys, I'd check there first." They all nodded and quickly got in the golf cart and started the drive to the hospital. No one said a word. They all were in shock. And they all hoped that both Mordecai and Margaret are okay.

Damn, I cannot catch a break. Dr. Nestbar had just gotten done telling me that I may have a psychological disorder in where you talk to inanimate objects and to people who aren't really there. He described it as Schizophrenia, I think. But he couldn't be more wrong. However, I can't just go up to him and say "Hey Doc, I got this demon talking to me inside my head. You believe me? Oh yay now I can go home and be perfectly stable to live on my own. Happy fucking birthday to me!"

Jeez, maybe I need to catch up on some sleep. I've been too stressed out about Margaret and that nightmare I had. But I can't shake the feeling that this isn't just going to go away. I have to do something. But I don't know what. I could start trying to look for that bastard that hurt my Margaret. Where do I start though? Ugh I need a drink.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I slowly got up from the guest bed and walked my way over. It was close to noon so there was no need to have the room lights on. The sun took care of that, thanks to the huge window in the room. My wing was still sore being wrapped up in a cloth blanket that was still slung over my shoulder. Dr. Nestbar gave me some painkillers though. Wish they would kick in soon.

I opened the door to be greeted with a muscular male red robin. He wore a plaid shirt, torn at the sleeves. He held a straw hat in his hand. "Excuse me," He said with a southern accent. "Is this here Margaret's room?"

'Okay, who is this guy and how did he know she was here?' Despite my thoughts and suspicions racing, I answered his question. "Uh yes this is her room. Come on in," I slid over to the side and let him through the door. He closed it and I stood before him. He held out his wing. "The name is Jon good friend." We shook hands.

"Mordecai," I said with my good wing. "May I ask why you are here?" We made our way over to Margaret's bedside. He stood with his wings at his sides. I became very confused. He looked so much like Margaret. Was this her Dad? Ex-boyfriend maybe? He answered in a very dark and cold voice. "I was told that my niece was in trouble. And I came here to help her in any way I can. But obviously I am too late."

Oh. Didn't see that coming.