I am back once again, oh and I didn't spell Led Zeppelin wrong, auto-correct did.
Now Back to what I was writing, what was that, oh yeah a Fic with over 3,500 views! Thanks' Readers.
Rigby pushed the glass door that lead into The Coffee Shop open...it had been so long since he'd done that. He was on a high from the excitement he was currently trying to contain inside of him. He strutted up to the front counter and was surprised that he didn't see Eileen behind it, instead was pale vampiric looking teenager.
"Where's Eileen?" Rigby asked nervously, scared that she might lunge at him or something.
"Why do you ask?" The girl answered his question with a question.
"I've been meaning to-to...apologize to her." He said looking at the floor and trailing off near the end of his sentence.
"Then you must be Rigby." She said with sudden enthusiasm that brought the raccoon's gaze up from the ground.
"Then you know where she is?" He inquired, forcing a smile.
"Yeah...clubbing...we all kinda forced her to." The teen continued with slightly less enthusiasm.
"Where?" He asked again, growing impatient with all of the prodding he had to do to get answers.
"Box."
"Okay." Rigby replied, turning and swiftly ascending the stairs, this time taking note of the Club's name as that small difference had cost he and Mordecai before.
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Rigby inhaled the cake that a waiter brought to his table free of charge, being a Mobster had it's advantages. As he stuffed the last few pieces into his mouth he scanned the dance floor for Eileen, then the bar, and out of the corner of his eye he spotted a lone mole in the very back of the dinning area. She was reading a book and as he had guessed was alone. Rigby snatched a pen out off of the center of the table and scrawled 'Went to table 23' in his pathetic excuse for handwriting on a napkin and got up from the table.
"Hello Miss." He said, upon coming into earshot of the Mole.
"What do you want Rigby?" She asked, not looking up from her book.
"To...*cough*...apologize." He struggled to say that much, save that he hadn't actually apologized yet.
Eileen's eyed shot up to meet Rigby's the instant the word 'apologize' left his mouth.
"Really?" She asked, surprised by Rigby's change in character, usually he never apologized for anything unless it was completely necessary.
"YeahI'mSorry." He blurted out before falling to his knee's and continuing to mutter his apologies.
"Geez Rigby...why don't you tell me what's going on?"
Rigby told Eileen everything, starting with their 'argument' and ending with them meeting back up again. Eileen listened intently the entire time, or at least did a good job of pretending to.
"Looks like you have your work cut out for you." She said, patting Rigby on the back in an attempt to comfort him.
"Wait, if you're planning to do that on the wedding then you should definitely tell Margaret now." Eileen suggested, in a suddenly urgent manner.
"I was going to visit Mordecai in the Hospital first."
"No, talk to Margaret. Maybe we can meet up at the Hospital, you know, you just show up a little late."
"Alright." Rigby agreed, hugging Eileen before leaving through the side door and entering The Box by way of it's side door.
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Rigby, being respected by most Mobsters was easily able to arrange a 'meeting' with Margaret. He proceeded to inform her of all current events she wasn't caught up with including Skips' intricate plan, being sure not to leave out any detail, just as Skips had done for him. Once Rigby was finished explaining everything to Margaret they went through their usual 'mess up your fur, feathers and cloths' routine and Rigby left first. As he pushed the door open a pair of feathery hands clamped down on either of his shoulders and his mullet was displaced by another feathery hand. Rigby couldn't see who was holding his arms (now lifting him up so he could be at eye level with the other figure), other than that they were tall. Suddenly the room was flooded with light and Rigby was temporarily blinded, but when his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room he could see who he was being held eye level with.
"Hello Rigby." Lee said, in his usual calm and sickening voice.
"Hello asshole." Rigby replied, squirming to break free of the death grip his arms were in.
"Good, now that the pleasantries are out of the way..." Lee said, clapping his wings together. No less then twenty seconds later two birds dragged Tracy in and threw her to the ground.
"Fuck you guys!" She spat, delivering a right hook to one of the Mobster's stomach's.
She was immediately held back by two other Mobsters that seemed to appear out of thin air.
"We can get down to business." Lee continued from were he had left off before Tracy was brought in.
Lee drew a revolver from what seemed like thin air and handed it to the person who had been holding Rigby. As Rigby was released from the bird's grasp he shouted, "You are going to regret that!" and punched the nearest bird. His punch had no effect and the Avian simply pushed him to the ground.
"Kill them, out back, don't want a mess in here, when you're done meet me at the chapel, I can't keep my Bride-To-Be waiting." Lee strutted out of the room, followed by every other mobster with the exception of the Eagle whom he had given the revolver. He picked both Rigby and Tracy up with ease and carried the out of the room and out a door, concealed in the the back. He haphazardly tossed the two to the pavement and cocked the pistol.
"Ladies first." He said, his voice cold and lacking emotion.
Before anyone had time for last words he pulled the trigger, the Robin's head exploded and blood splattered all across Rigby. He froze in place, shocked at how horribly wrong the plan had gone. Like Tracy Rigby said nothing, just laid on the ground in terror as the Eagle cocked the handgun again and aimed it at Rigby. Time slowed, Rigby prepared for the inevitable, after all it was out of his hands.
Thwack!
The Eagle collapsed, falling onto his knees then flat on his face, and standing behind the hulking bird was Mordecai, with a tire iron clutched in his right wing.
"Eileen was worried." He managed to say before realizing how close his friend had come to death.
Rigby was still in shock and his mind was in the middle of trying to figure out weather or not Tracy was dead and Mordecai was standing before him.
"H-H-How?" Rigby managed to stammer out.
"I've been awake for a couple of hours, Doc said I could leave when I was ready, then Eileen came to visit and we waited for you. The she tried calling and when that failed she told me where you'd be and what you've been doing."
"Tracy." Rigby said, before starting to cry uncontrollably.
Mordecai retrieved his phone and called the police who arrived shortly after he made the call. They hauled the Eagle off to The City Prison since Mordecai hadn't killed him. Rigby Relayed Skips' plan to Mordecai while the duo took off in an adrenaline powered sprint for The Park.
Alright, who was expecting that...I know, I know, everyone. Either way the climax is fast approaching, notice I said Climax not end *Hint hint*.
