Author's Note: What's up guys! Here's chapter 10! Please review and favorite and enjoy! Also thanks for the feedback TheBARhalofan197, I'll try to make the chapters longer and more detailed! :D

Margaret fell through the portal's entrance, tumbling towards a clump of sharp, jagged rocks near a lake of fire.

"OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO DIE!" she screeched.

"No, not yet my sweet!" a voice said softly, stopping her in midair with a green panel of glass holding her up.

She looked over and saw Death staring her in the face, laughing at her. He moved closer to her, putting his cold, bony hand along her cheek.

"Shhhh, it's alright dearie. I'm not gonna let my prize fall!" he said looking into her eyes with a chilling stare. He moved towards her hand, yanking the shirt away from her.

"Oh what's this here? Your little boyfriend's shirt?" he asked.

Margaret stood there with a stern look on her face.

"Yes! He's going to stop you! He just needs to find me and our friends! Then we'll ruin your plans!" she said determined, clinching her fists.

"Oh, I'm so sure he'll stop me with a bloody shirt! He has to contend with my right hand man first!" he smirked.

"That won't matter! Mordecai is the bravest, most determined person I've ever met!"

"Wait, what did you mean I'm your 'prize'?" she asked scared.

Death moved closer to her, putting his mouth by her ear: "I'll tell you later sweetie..." he answered.

He moved back to his motorcycle and grabbed his scythe then walked over Margaret slowly. He lifted up his scythe and a bolt of lightning came down striking it. She backed up from him towards the panel's edge. He then used the scythe on Margaret, shocking her with a jolt of electricity, knocking her out. He lifted her up over his shoulder, throwing the shirt into the fire below. He put her on the back of his bike and drove off into the dark distance.

Meanwhile, Mordecai was chasing after the mystery voice, still in the pitch blackness, only the thought of saving the people he cared about keeping him running. He stopped to catch his breath, when all of a sudden his head started pulsating.

"AHHHHHH!" he screamed.

"Aw, can't the little birdie keep up?!" the voice teased.

"SHUT THE HELL UP AND GIVE ME MY DAMN GUITAR BACK!" he shouted at the source of the voice.

"Hmmm. Let me think on that for a moment while you're keeled over in pain..." he said moving closer to Mordecai.

BASH! He elbowed Mordecai in his back onto the ground.

"Nah, I'd rather take advantage of this opportunity!" he laughed demonically.

"Hey, look up at me. I gotta let you in on something..." the voice said lifting Mordecai's head up to his.

"I SAID LOOK AT ME YOU PIECE OF GARBAGE!" he ordered, punching Mordecai in the cheek.

His voice had changed from a teasing child-like voice into a deep, bellowing tone. Mordecai looked up with a swollen face.

"You remember me, Mordecry?! I'd think you would after our last meeting!" he chuckled.

Mordecai had a look of terror on his face, but he honestly couldn't remember who was talking to him.

"N-no...I lost my memory thanks to some skeleton douchebag. What are you supposed to be, his little henchman?" he laughed, spitting some blood at the voice's face.

This made the voice mad. Very mad.

"HOW DARE YOU INSULT HIM LIKE THAT!" the voice yelled, standing Mordecai up then socking him in the stomach.

"Ughhhhhhh..." Mordecai moaned.

"You don't know who I am then, do you? Well, I guess now is better than ever to reveal myself!"

The henchman then grew in size, opening his eyes which lit up the blackness, bathing Mordecai in a red light.

Mordecai lied on the floor, unable to say anything at the muscular horror forming in front of him.

"Wha-what the hell are you?" Mordecai asked, his throat dry.

"ME?! OH NOTHING! JUST THE BRINGER OF YOUR DEMISE! YOU ARE DONE MORDECAI! YOU WILL DIE FOR DISCRAGING ME, MY FAMILY, AND MY FATHER!"