Welcome back! Okay, I think this is one of the best chapters I written in the story so far. You wanna know why? You'll need to read to find that out!

Also, since I live in Africa, I had to do some research about places in America and other stuff, but I'm still not confident that I got the right information, but hopefully I tried.

Chapter 10 – Things change

The only person Mordecai has in his life is Roger, his actual brother. Staying with him is changing the blue jay into someone that even a hero cannot save, and this small change can lead to bigger problems.

Mordecai waited for his instructions, looking down at the gun with disappointment. He observed the weapon, slowly removing the little dust on it. He could see dry blood on the tips of his fingers as he brushed of the dust, which horrified him. He lowered the gun to the ground, closing his eyes as he let out an annoyed sigh. "I'm such an idiot." He whispered low enough to make sure Roger didn't hear.

It was just unbelievable to him that everything changed so fast. Nothing is how it was anymore, and he blamed himself for all the problems the world is going through. Mordecai didn't even know why this was happening. There was no reason of doing this, but he was going with it.

"I'm still waiting," Mordecai spoke, now getting impatient. Before Roger told him about his new task, he pressed the gun against his chest, looking at his brother with hatred in his eyes. His finger moved to the trigger, but he did not pull it. "And it better not be about my friends, or else I will kill you." He warned Roger, keeping the gun in the same position. Roger could only smirk as he stared at Mordecai, a bit proud of him. "Mordecai, you and I know that you'd never kill your own brother." Said Roger, unaffected by the gun. Mordecai looked at him, annoyed. He pulled the gun away from Roger, placing it on the ground as he said "I hate you."

"Well I don't care. You're still going after Rigby-" Mordecai silenced his brother, standing up and looking down at him with the gun gripped tightly in his hand. He felt like he was going to burst, as he let his anger and sadness out after spending a month with Roger. "I'm not going to kill Rigby! I'm of sick of all your stupid jobs and sick of you! All my friends lost their trust in me because of the things you made me do!" Mordecai walked forward as he continued to rant, towering over Roger, who seemed like he didn't have a care in the world. He stared at Mordecai with a bored expression, which he noticed. All he could hear was "Blahblahblah…..blah blah blah blahblahblahblah!"

Mordecai quickly pointed the gun at Rogers arm, pulling the trigger. He watched the bullet fly down at him, hitting his arm and penetrating his skin, which drew blood. Roger flinched, clutching his teeth as he felt the pain. "Listen to me!" Mordecai yelled, finally getting Roger's full attention. "I had it with you, you sick, cold hearted monster!" Mordecai fired again, aiming at Roger's chest. The grey blue jay immediately put both his hands on his bleeding chest, letting out a yell. He never thought anything like this would happen.

Mordecai pointed the gun at the most important area he knew would end all the pain. The head. "I should've done this a long time ago." With that, he again fired.

Meanwhile…..

Only a few miles away from where they first left, Rigby and Kelly, well, Kelly walked in the direction leading to Brooklyn. Rigby was behind her, walking slowly. "Kelly, can we take a break?" He whined as he stopped walking. Kelly looked back at him. "No, we can't stop. Let's try to make it to….where ever the road takes us." Said Kelly. "But I'm tiiirrred!"

"Can't you walk a little further?"

"Nooo! My legs hurt!"

Rigby continued to whine, which was a bit adorable to Kelly. She walked over to him, bent down and put her hands on his shoulders. "Fine, since you're so tired, how about I carry you?" She asked. "Hmm, I guess that's okay." Rigby was lifted onto Kelly's shoulders.

Kelly began her walk again, while still trying to keep Rigby from falling. No one spoke in the journey. All that was heard was people yelling and screaming from a far distance, which was normal these days. Gunshot and explosion sounds made the two feel slightly uncomfortable. Then, a blood curdling scream pushed Kelly to talk so that they wouldn't have to focus on what was going on in other areas. "So, Rigby," Kelly began, unsure of what to talk about. "Nice day today, huh?"

"Nice? Day?" Rigby asked, unsure of it ever being a nice day and unsure of it being daytime. "O-oh, stupid question. Anyway," Kelly fell silent for a while. "Come on! Do it! Tell him you like him! Do it!"

"I have something to tell you Rigby." Said Kelly. "Oh yeah, what is it?"

"I just wanted you to know that, even though you might not like it. I just wanted to say that I-"

"Hey look! There are some people over there! They can probably help us to find a way home!" Rigby hopped off of Kelly's shoulders, running off to the people in front of them. Kelly watched him run towards them. "…..like you…." she sighed, walking towards the people.

The group of people in front of the two were gathered around a fire, all holding out their hands to get warmth. There were only six people. Three were crows, two were dogs, a Golden retriever and Rottweiler, and only one of them was a human. The human, who was a female, heard footsteps and turned away from the fire. "Huh?" She walked over to Rigby and Kelly. "Qui êtes-vous?" She asked. Rigby looked at her, confused. "What?" he asked. "Oh, she speaks French!" Kelly exclaimed. "Bonjour, nous sommes venus pour vose demander votre aide," Said Kelly. "Nous ne savons pas où aller en Australie. Pourrieze-vous nous aider?"

"Oh, bien sûr!"

As Kelly was getting help from the woman, Rigby waited to hear a response.

A person stumbled behind Rigby, chuckling. Rigby could hear the laughter. "Rigby..." The person spoke. "I did it! I finally did it!" Rigby recognised the voice. "I killed Roger!"…

Roger is dead, and the world should return back to normal, but it didn't, because there was still one threat, more deadly than Roger, standing in the way…..

….TO BE CONTINUED…..

I feel like some of you are going to say "Yes! Roger is finally dead!" and "Aw man, another bad guy?" but hey, Roger is dead! Isn't that something a bit good?

Sorry if I rushed a bit at the end, I was just excited to write and post this chapter. Hope you enjoyed!

-soNICEandCUTE48