Part Two: The Citadel

Central City (October 15th)

in the midst of the south western side of Central City, a nightclub was more active than usual. The Black Hole, owned by the biggest mob boss in south central, named Big Morty. He was slightly muscular, and wore a blue and yellow flannel, with blue jeans, and black timberlands. Right now, he was enjoying himself at a big Churchill Cigar, in his office that is on the second floor of the club, well it wasn't a second floor per se, rather a stairwell in the middle of the club that leads up to his office, which was called the ice-box. It was called this because of the design, since the room was only surrounded by glass windows for walls, which were tinted in a snowy white color, and it was only on four thick, ten foot stilts, and the stairs as well. Only special Mortys and Ricks were allowed up into the ice-box. As he smoked the cigar, and observed the folder he was looking in, a Bodyguard stepped inside the office. He cleared his throat, and got Big Morty's attention. He scrambled to put the folder away, but the guard who was a Rick, saw the label that said: Top Secret. On the front cover. When Big Morty was done, he folded his hands together, and looked back up to the guard.

"Yes, R-24"? He asked tiredly. The bodyguard cleared his throat again, before speaking.

"There is a, uhm, C-137 Morty here to see you, Boss". The guard informed, he was one of the nicer Ricks to come across, "what would you like me to do, sir"? He asked.

"Nothing, I've been expecting him". Big Morty said, "let him up, R-24". Big Morty instructed. The bodyguard nodded, and stepped out of the icebox. Shortly after that, C-137 walked in, he was wearing a yellow T-shirt, under a black and blue flannel, with black jeans, and and snow timberlands he had bought in Anchorage, before getting into Homer, Alaska, where he teleported here, via the Portal highway, a concept that was made up almost five years ago on the citadel. He was also wearing his prescription glasses. "Hello C-137, please, take a seat". Big Morty said, in which C-137 did, he kindly walked over and sat down on the side of the table directly in front of Big Morty, "now, over the phone you had told me that something tragic had happened to you". Big Morty said, he pulled out the pack of Churchill cigars, and took another one out, before putting it in his mouth. He put the pack down, and began rummaging for his lighter. C-137, pulled out his own Zippo lighter, and handed it to Big Morty, who then lit the cigar up, and smoking it, he had three big hits in two minutes. "So. . ." he puffed again, ". . .enlighten me. Big Morty finished, letting the smoke flow out of his mouth while he talked.

"Well, 'sniffle', Summer is dead, she was murdered". He said, "I was coming back home, because I was looking for Rick, who had shown up to my house about a week prior to it. He had attacked me at my doorstep, and was yelling in tongues, before saying something about a war". C-137 explained, turning to his right, where Big Morty noticed the scar, which was more healed up now, "he had ran off after that, i think he might've killed summer, when i got there the house was a mess, and the door to Rick's lab had an indent on it".

"Jesus, sorry to hear that man". Big Morty said, trying to process what's going on, he was confused on what C-137 meant though by a war. "What's this war about"? He asked.

"It's on a multiversal scale, against something I am unfamiliar with". C-137 said, "I think Rick is trying to open up the barrier into the inner dimensions". He explained, worried in his voice. "I need to find Rick and stop him, before he spirals further out of control".

"Dude. ." Big Morty took another puff, held it in, then blew it out, ". . . if your Rick is speaking in tongues, then he is definitely out of control, and maybe too far down the Rabbit hole". He explained calmly, before taking another hit, and a realization hit. "Where did Rick last go before showing up at your home"? He asked, grabbing a tablet from a secret compartment, under the table.

"The underworld". Morty answered, grabbing his pack of cigarettes out, which was down to the last one, "why"? He asked curiously, lighting the cigarette, and hitting it.

"Hold on, one sec". Big Morty said, finishing off the cigar, he was looking at his pad, reading on the different monsters that are down in that depth of hell. He was looking around, trying to find the one he'd seen before, a Mind-controller. He was scrolling through the page, looking for the main one, "Bingo"! Big Morty exclaimed, when he found it. He turned the screen around so that C-137 could see. On the screen was a Golden yellow pyramid, with an eye in the center of it, and a black top hat, the name of this demon was initialized as BC. The pyramid looked oddly familiar to Morty, "this one is supposed to be the most powerful creature to come across, and to take things he says with caution". Big Morty explained cautiously. He turned the screen back around, and placed the tablet down.

Morty took another drag out of the smoke, before blowing it out, millions of thoughts ran through his head. . .again. "He showed up at my door-step, with an unsheathed knife-"

"And that's how you got that gnarly scar on you"? Big Morty asked, stroking the right side of his face. C-137 nodded, and lifted his shirt, revealing more stab wounds; they were aligned from the lower right abdomen, all the way up to below the left side of his chest. Big Morty Tensed up after seeing this, it was almost as if he felt the pain C-137 was going through right now. C-137 wasn't in pain as much as he was earlier on in the journey, no one else knew except for Big Morty and Jessica. He continued to smoke the cigarette, while staring at the pack of Churchills that were still resting on the table. Big Morty gave the pack to C-137, who took one out. He crushed the cherry out of his half-smoked cigarette, then he put the cigar in his mouth. He lit the cigar, and took a big puff out of it, before coughing the smoke out like he never had a cigar before in his life, then again, he didn't.

"I need something". C-137 said, after regaining composure.

"And what's that"? Big Morty asked curiously, grabbing his tablet again and beginning to mess around on it.

"A Rick tracer". C-137 said, "I could only get it on the citadel".

"Alright, got it". Big Morty said, "but I'll need to get a DNA sample off A Rick". He explained, stroking his goatee. He tried to think, "okay, the device should be built and ready to operate within the next two hours". Big Morty continued, looking at C-137's surprised look, "but. . .you need to do something for me". He said sternly, making C-137 frown, "what? you know the drill, a favor for a favor". Big morty finished, he pulled out the folder he was looking at before C-137 came in. Big Morty took another hit off the cigar, and started looking back and forth, between C-137 and the folder. He knew what needed to be done, and now is the perfect chance. "Do you remember when the old council arrested you guys, because they thought your Rick was killing other Rick's"? He asked C-137, who gave a confused nod in return.

"We found the one that was doing it, he was hiding in plain sight". C-137 said, "I remembered sending a bunch of feral Mortys onto him". He continued, "they killed him". He finished, furrowing his brows in confusion, and Big Morty shook his head.

"Now, you see, I beg to differ". He said, before sliding the folder over to C-137, who was still confused as to what Big Morty was getting at. C-137 opened the folder, and what he saw shocked, and angered him at the same time. Inside the folder there were pictures, bad ones, revolving around some bad people. The first one he saw was of an alternate Morty, who looked to be fourteen, standing next to two lobster like creatures. C-137 saw that this Morty had an eye-patch over his right eye, he remembered this Morty. He had a very cold voice, it sounded like a dead man inside a little boy's body. It gave him chills thinking about it. Then there was the Lobster. Morty remembered that they were basic guard dogs, that had claws instead of paws, and made a weird chuckle sound every ten seconds.

Another picture showed Evil Rick, working at a lab, with Evil Morty standing in the background, making weird hand gestures. Morty didn't understand what was going on at first. He remembered the alternate Rick, and how evil he was. He had to have killed the other Ricks, Right? There wasn't really much that Evil Rick did to him, but he knows of other things he's done.

The last picture showed C-137 his worst nightmare, something he would never want to go through. The third picture he saw, showed a big glass dome, which was the hideout of the evil duo. The dome was lined up from top to bottom with Mortys. Rows and rows of alternate versions of C-137, It looked to be about a thousand total. He didn't have to notice, but remembered that on each side of each morty, there were two needles that dug into their skin, causing them to go through torment and pain, like they were walking through hellfire. Morty tensed up when he thought of this specific memory, which had stuck with him for a while, revisiting his nightmares now and then. He noticed at the very bottom of the picture, that the Evil Morty was standing at the foot of the dome, holding up a remote control. Then Morty freezed, realizing what was going on, Evil Morty was controlling the needles, he was controlling the torture. This really angered C-137, who went back to the second picture.

He studied the two individuals, one standing in a far off corner, making weird hand gestures, and the other one at the computer, typing off some stuff. C-137 studied everything, from the head down. It took him a minute, but he eventually noticed that Evil Morty wasn't making hand gestures. The final pieces of the puzzle were connecting now, as C-137 realized just who was in control back then, in the large glass dome. It would be pointless. Mortys have no chance of defeating a Rick, Morty remembered when the Evil Morty said that, after C-137 had suggested they escaped, and now he knew why. "It was a Morty, all along"? C-137 asked, and Big Morty nodded. "How the hell did you get this information"? C-137 asked.

"About two weeks ago, a private investigator came in here". Big Morty began to explain, "he was a Morty detective, and he wanted to give me that folder unveiling the truth of the real perpetrator that day". He said, looking down at the folder, "all this time, we thought it was Evil Rick that killed those twenty-seven other Ricks, but no, this morty has been under the council's noses for almost a decade now". He finished, confusing C-137 again.

"What do you mean"? C-137 asked sternly, "who is he now"? Big Morty pointed up past C-137, who turned to see the big flat screen he never noticed was behind him, suspended over the doorway. The Television was on the news channel, with the headline reading: President Morty to give a major speech in the next couple days. Then different pictures persist of a Morty, dressed in a bluish gray tie suit, looking jolly. He grabbed the Cigar, and lit it, puffing it more, this time keeping control of the smoke. "Yeah, I'll do it, like you said, a favor for a favor". He finished, before setting the cigar down in an ashtray that rested in the center of the table. "Don't smoke my cigar". C-137 advised, before standing up, and walking to the door.

"And one more thing, C-137". Big Morty hollered. C-137 turned back around frustratedly, looking directly into Big Morty's brown eyes, "Don't Miss the Bastard"! Big Morty demanded, raising his voice. C-137 nodded silently, before exiting the ice-box. He walked down the flight of stairs that lead into the heart of the club, where a variety of Ricks and Mortys from all sorts, were dancing, loving, drinking, and doing other things that C-137 saw no interest in. he tried to shimmy through the crowd, but no one got the memo the he was livid. The minute C-137 began walking through the people, everybody began to try and dance onto him. He had to push people off of him, and he began to get very mad, so he started beating everybody out of his way. He knocked down five ricks, and seven mortys, and finally found his escape. He eventually made it out of the club, and into the unrestful life of the city, cars flew by, a gang of mortys were driving on black indian motorcycles, their guns out and ready. Morty shook it off, and looked up to the skyscrapers. The Presidential Office wasn't in view, since it was on the other side of Central City. Morty looked as citadelians passed him up on the street, then he took his smokeys out, to smoke the last half of his last cigarette. He lit the paper stick ablaze, and began to chain smoke it. While doing this, he turned right, and started walking east.

Passerby saw C-137 walk by, and some suspicion arose, as to what this Morty was about, he walked along, thinking about the last couple of days, he was tired. He hadn't slept since Seattle, he just wants to finish this, so that he could go home to his wife, and forget about Rick, and the citadel, and President Morty, C-137's evil doppelganger. He had walked ten short blocks, and now reached his first stop, the mandatory visitor garage, in the south central part of the city. This was where Morty parked the camaro, and where he'd have to keep it. He entered the garage, and walked down the long stairwell, all the way down to the fifth sublevel.

His car was at the far right end of the lot, in a corner between a buggy, and a bike. Morty walked over to it, pulling his keys out. He got to his Chevy, and first grabbed three things, the pistol, his Raiders sweater, and his mask. He put the sweater on, then switched the pistol into safety. He opened up the trunk, and went through the gadget box, grabbing the Grapple bands, and Rick Sanchez's new and improved gecko gloves. He loved these two inventions, because he could swing through buildings like Tarzan, and stick to walls like a lizard. The grapple bands have an ejector attached to each one that can launch a hundred foot bungee cord, durable with practically anything. He left the garage, and walked up the five flights of stairs, back to the street. As he walked up the stairs, he put the mask on over his face, then the hoodie. Then, C-137 carefully put the pistol in his sweater pocket, and put the wristbands on, before the gecko gloves.

When Morty got back up to the street level, he crossed the wide road, and entered an alley on the other side, where he lept onto a fire escape. While climbing the fire escape, he got a weird gut feeling, as if something bad were to happen. Then a very fond memory he had when he was younger came, taking away the gut feeling. That old city was practice, this is serious, and Morty was nervous. When he got to the top of this five story building, morty looked to the north, and there it was, the fifteen hundred foot tower, where President Morty must be. He looked at the top and could see a faint tan light, illuminating out into the bright purple sky. Morty ran across the roof, jumping over obstacles oftenly. He stopped at the end, where a fifty foot drop was. He looked out, and saw a building, fifty feet away that looked to be three times bigger than the five story building he's standing on. He took a deep breath, and stepped back five yards, before breaking into a sprint, going towards the edge. As he ran to the edge, morty held his right arm, clenching down his fist. At first it seemed like a rod shot out of the grapple compartment, but as it lodged into the building, the rod transformed into a hook.

The hook lodged into the twelfth floor of the building to Morty's right. He jumped up, and started falling fast. As he got closer to the street, his heart rate began to rise. When he got down past the second level, the cord tightened, and in a flash, morty found himself launching upwards. He shot up over fifty feet above the tower he was hooked to. Morty released the hook, which retracted back to him, turning back into a rod. He caught the rod, and did a backflip into a hundred foot dive. He went down super fast again, twisting around and throwing the rod up to another tower, this one was almost five hundred feet tall. Morty hooked onto the building, springing forward, and launching upwards. He landed on the side of the building he's hooked on, and pulled backward, before slingshotting up the building. Morty released the hook again, and landed on the roof of the fifty story building.

Morty hightailed, and climbed a miniature water tower atop the building, and sat at the top. He looked over the city, and the obstacle in front of him. He was able to see the Presidential Office, which towered the other skyscrapers by five hundred feet at the most. He looked down, with a little fear in him. He saw people walk, and look like little ants, cars drove by, and sirens rung in the distance, and the light at the top of the Presidential Office was brighter than the last time Morty looked at it. He jumped off the tower, leaping into a summersault, letting the wind carry him, and for the first time, Morty felt like he was flying. He hooked the grappler to a corner of one building, before swinging around and hooking to another building. This caused Morty to swing over the tall highrise, and land on the rooftop, before running again, jumping onto another shorter skyscraper. He used the hook as an anchor, to slow his airtime, ensuring he won't kill himself. Morty sprung up into the air, and hooked onto the next tower.

Time seemed to disappear, and before he knew it, C-137 found himself five blocks away from the Presidential Office. He jumped down to an apartment building, maybe forty to fifty feet tall. Then C-137 ran across the building, jumped onto the fire escape, and climbed down it, before being engulfed by the darkened alleyway. He put his hood on over his head, covering his hair, and left the alley, escaping the shadows. Morty turned left on 1st street. He walked down the road, keeping to himself the best he could.

He crossed a road, seeing a patrol car come from around the next corner, and Morty remembered he had his combat mask on. Even on the citadel, someone would find it suspicious, so Morty hid behind a dumpster at one side of another ally. When the car passed by him, and continued down the road, he popped back out, and continued walking towards the tower. He walked for another ten minutes before finally arriving at his next destination, the Presidential Office. He had to bend backwards just to see the whole building leading up to President Morty's viewing deck, which rested over seventeen hundred feet above him. C-137 got butterflies in his stomach, realizing just how tall this skyscraper was. He looked over to a parking lot, which was fenced in with barbed wire at the top. There are two vehicles, a 2020 GMC Yukon police unit, and a 2019 Dodge Charger Daytona. There was a sealed gate, with a guard in front of it. Morty saw the guard, who was another morty, but more skinnier.

The guard saw C-137 walking up, with his skull mask on, and immediately tried to stop him, "c'mon budday". He said in a deep english accent, "Y'know the deal, Mate, no gangs allowed 'ere". The guard said, holding his hand up, Morty halted, and tilted his head to the left, before silently pulling his gun out. Not tonight brit, he thought, unclicking the safety. The guard, who felt threatened by C-137's hostility, started charging at him. C-137 aimed the gun at the security camera hanging next to the guard station, and shot it down. Right as the guard tackled C-137 to the hard cement, and began beating down on him. But C-137, who wasn't having much of it, grabbed the pistol, which dropped out of his hand right when he got tackled. He grabbed the barrel of the pistol, and whacked the guard across the head with it. The guard staggered towards the station, trying to catch himself. As this happened the guard lost focus on the situation, and became very vulnerable, allowing C-137 to punch him hard enough to knock him out.

C-137 grabbed the key card off of the Morty Guard, and walked through the gate. He looked around, finding nobody else around to be a witness. Then C-137 walked over to the very bottom of the tower, putting the gloves on. After that, morty went to the side of the building, and activated the gloves, before pressing down on the cement surface of the building. Morty started crawling the tall structure as quick as he could, it was hard though to pull upper body weight up a thousand foot tower. At one point, over two hundred feet up, C-137 slipped and began plummeting down the building. He held out his arms, activating the bands. The hooks shot out, and attached to the twenty-fifth floor, slingshotting himself up the building. Using the gear, Morty catches himself on the tower, continuing the process. He diagonally crawled up the walls, wrapping around the building. He seemed to have more focus on getting up the tower, but didn't realize he made it all the way to President Morty's private viewing deck. C-137 hooked up to one of the railings on the Deck, and kicked himself off the walls, backflipping onto the large porch. He landed swiftly and quietly, as the white light he saw earlier on, illuminated through tan curtains.

As C-137 walked towards the glass door, he paused, feeling nervous. He realized the actions that were going to take place. He knew he was about to kill himself in a technical way, and he didn't know how he should feel about it. He didn't know whether it was okay to feel bad about killing a Morty, but he also felt that he shouldn't have remorse, because the Morty he was about to kill was not what he seemed. He's evil, psychotic, and powerful, and C-137 needed to take him out, before the Citadel spiraled out of control. C-137 turned around, and walked back to the railing, taking deep breaths to ease the nerves.

He looked out over Central City, at a point where he's about a hundred feet below the tip of the tower, and could see over all of the city, along with the hills of mount titania. C-137 was able to see the Sanchez center, nearly fifty miles outside of Central City (it is also where the portal highway and the cross-universal launch pads were located). And at the southernmost part of this big industrial city, C-137 could see the seawall, where the old docks were. Also a few of the gangs, like the scorpions, and the skullcrushers occupied the abandoned warehouses. Next to the city's seawall was Morty island, a small island that's home to the Smith Boardwalk (kinda like the Santa Cruz beach boardwalk). Looking out to the horizon, the night sky was a bright purple hoax, since the citadel was built inside a half glass dome. It always had the setting on the night sky, since Evil Morty became president, and the star of the solar system that the citadel was located in had always shined through the glass atmosphere, giving the purple sky a brighter shading. He closed his eyes after taking in the wonderful view, and started to take slow deep breaths again. After some time, C-137 opened his eyes and turned around, breaking away from the view. He began walking over to the door again, only this time, he actually entered President Morty's office. The President was sitting at his desk signing off some paperwork, when C-137 came in from the deck. He smiled internally when he heard the out door open and close, knowing of C-137's arrival. "I've been expecting you, C-137". President Morty said, twisting his chair around to face C-137, seeing his masked variant, standing at the corner of the room.

"You were"!? Morty exclaimed, he was intrigued by what the president said, but how did he know C-137 was here? The President stood up, and C-137 got a better look at him. His hair was combed back, and he was wearing a gray tie suit. President Morty walked over to a shelf, and grabbed the same Whiskey bottle he had shared with C-137 Rick not too long ago, pouring himself a cup. The president then realized what he said and quickly corrected himself.

"Well yeah, word spreads around like a wildfire in these parts of the Multiverse". President Morty lied, he knew what was really going on with C-137, "why did you come here anyway"? The President asked, sipping the pint of whiskey.

"Because". C-137 started, "me and you have unfinished business". He muffled through his mask, gesturing to both him and President Morty. He finished, feeling heated up. He gave President Morty a sterned glare through his mask, as the President drank. President Morty tensed up and furrowed his brow when he heard this, allowing C-137 to smile a bit under the mask. "Exactly, do you Remember me, President"? he asked, taking the Mask off.

"Whatever I did. . .", President Morty paused, and sighed oddly, ". . .had to be done". He finished, but he didn't have any remorse for what he did, he wasn't sad for his actions.

"BULLSHIT". C-137 bellowed. President Morty could feel the emotion put into this one word, he could hear the cracks in C-137's voice, and this made the President glad. This first outburst was minor, though C-137 wasn't done, "you had no right to kill those twenty something Ricks, and then to hide out under a dome, lined up with Mortys, to torture them, make them go through hell". Morty rambled on angrily, almost losing breath, "What was that about"?! He exclaimed. This shocked the President, realizing just exactly where in the timeline he's seen C-137. Now President Morty knows, and he is way more annoyed than ever.

"That. . ."he paused, trying to fight back an outburst of his own, ". . .is none of your concern, C-137". He said angrily, gesturing for C-137 to leave, "GO, get off the citadel, or you will get hurt". He demanded, getting impatient, "go on, get your ass out of here, I have business to attend to-".

"Like what, forming your little army for my Rick"? C-137 asked angrily, and President Morty furrowed his brow.

"Shit". The President muttered, "I should've expected this". He finished, stroking his many chin hairs. This compelled C-137 to pull his gun out, showcasing it in front of president Morty.

"I thought so". C-137 said, "I thought you guys were working together". He said, and President Morty stood headstrong in front of him.

President Morty sighed, "what you don't realize, C-137. . .", he paused, and formed an evil smile, ". . .is that we're not so different, you and I". He finished and paused, before explaining, "we both tried to run away from our past". He said, "yet, you Don't see. . .", He paused again, and thought of something, ". . .I've left my past, but yours just caught up to you". He finished, giving another look that (though he would never admit it) really struck fear into C-137, who tried to hide it.

"I wouldn't murder Ricks for fun, though". C-137 shot back at him out of spite, "I would never put variants of myself into a form of hell, like a goddamn coward". He finished, clenching his opened hand into a fist. The Evil President laughed, before walking behind his desk, and going into a drawer. He then pulled out a flash drive, and looked up at C-137.

"I beg to differ, C-137". President Morty said, before inserting the drive into a USB port on the side of his desk facing the window. Then a hologram projected from the desk, it was an archive menu. President Morty pressed a button, and made a touch screen keyboard pop up on the desk. He typed in C-137's code name into the monitor, and C-137's archive opened up. C-137 saw everything, from Footage of the past nine years that he'd long forgotten, to data from the past week he's trying to forget. The president pressed his hand down on the hologram screen, and began scrolling downward, until he had found what he was looking for, footage of the day the old council collapsed.

The camera was pointing down into the depths of the council chamber, where the hearings of the old council were held, this was after C-137 Rick teleported the citadel into the galactic federation prison, which is when all hell broke loose. The Footage showed a standoff between C-137 Rick and Morty, and Riq IV, the spokesperson of the Now defunct Council Of Ricks. Riq IV was holding their Summer hostage, with a pistol held up against her head, all the while, Rick and Morty were standing some feet away, holding their laser blasters. There was no audio, but C-137 didn't need that, he remembered it like it was yesterday. There was some back and forth dispute between C-137 Rick and Riq IV. Morty said something, he was begging his Rick to not do what he was there to do, Finish the council once and for all. The Ricks and Summer begin yelling at Morty for his mistake, in which C-137 remembered that they called him an idiot, that he never did anything right, he was just a screw up. Then C-137 watched as he shot C-137 Rick in his face, causing him to collapse to the ground.

Before C-137 could see the rest of what had really happened that day, the President cut the video out. He took the flashdrive out, and placed it atop the desk. "You have to remember something, C-137". President Morty started, giving C-137 an evil glare "The citadel sees everything, and we've been watching you. . .for a long, Long time". His voice turned cold, like a light switching to dark. C-137 was scared now, because if the citadel knows about something no one should have any knowledge of, then what else do they know about C-137. Out of fear and worry, he felt the time was Right, so he aimed the gun up at the Evil Morty, who began to cower, kneeling down, and holding his hands up to shield himself. "Please, Don't kill me, don't do what you did to Rick"! He exclaimed in a fake cry, "how do you think Summer would feel about this"? President Morty asked evilly. C-137 felt as if he was just slapped really hard in the face. He began thinking about Summer, his only sister, dead. He dropped the gun in shock, and it fell to the side. Then he stumbled backwards, landing his rear flat on the desk.

President Morty found his chance to launch forward, slamming his full body weight into C-137, knocking him backwards. They flipped over the desk, then President Morty got on top of him, before beginning to punch C-137 with a left hook, right hook. He gave C-137 a slight black eye, and cut his chin open. Then the Evil President started stomping down on his stomach and chest. But C-137 allowed it to happen, before grabbing the calf of the president's right leg. He pulled President Morty's leg out from under himself, making him fall flat on his back. But, as fast as he fell, President Morty shot back up, and got back on top in the blink of an eye. He grasped the back of C-137's neck, and locked his fingers. President Morty then began to collapse his hands in, choking C-137 to a near death.

"You think you could kill me"? He asked C-137 coldly, "you're never going to kill me, not today, NOT EVERR". He said, raising his voice on the last set of words. C-137 knew this wasn't the end, he was just trying to find his chance, his escape. To his fortunate self, C-137 watched as President Morty lost focus, because he was looking around for the gun, even though he was still choking C-137. He maneuvered his arms out and drove his thumb into President Morty's Right eye, where the infamous eyepatch used to be. "ARRGGGHHHH"! Evil Morty screamed out of pain, pushing himself off of C-137. Then it was C-137's turn to do something, and he completely annihilated President Morty, whose right eye was turning red out of irritation.

C-137 grabbed the President by his collar, then slammed him into the big desk, breaking his Pint of whiskey in the process. He then threw President Morty over the desk, knocking him into a pair of chairs on the outer side of the table. C-137 was at a breaking point once again, and he couldn't help but feel as if there would be more moments after this one. He walked around, and met President Morty at his knees, who looked up, showing a bloodied cut that ran across his forehead. C-137 picked up the half broken glass on the table, and slashed it down the right side of President Morty's face, slashing it across his right eye. Blood ran down his face as C-137 grabbed the collar of his suit again, before throwing harsh punches left to right, and a knee to the face. He knocked President Morty's front row of nicely cleaned, nicely whitened teeth out.

The President broke away from C-137's strong grip after that, and began running to the main door into his office. C-137 remembered that he was wearing the grapple-bands. He held one of his arms up, and shot a hook out. The hook wrapped around the president's leg, and lodged into the calf, tripping him. C-137 dragged the President back to him. Then he grabbed a chair, slamming it down on the President's back.

"How does it feel"!? He yelled, "how does it feel to be tormented by your own self"? He finished, before kicking President Morty in the right side of his stomach, beating him to beyond weak, yet C-137 wasn't finished. He used the grapple, which was still attached to President Morty's leg, and pulled the president up to meet his eyes, one was losing its color. He threw the President into the liquor cabinet, then using the last of his good strength, threw him through the glass panels, onto the Presidential Viewing Deck. The glass dividing the office from the deck had shattered into thousands of pieces of glass, some in small fragments, others in nice sized shards. The hook lodged into President Morty's leg delodged itself, and retracted back into the band.

C-137 grabbed his pistol, and walked up to the window, grabbing a shard of glass that had sharp edges like a knife. He carefully stepped through the broken glass window out onto the deck. He cocked the gun as he continued to walk over to President Morty who, as of now, was in the middle of fighting off a blackout. He kept trying to get up, but would stumble whenever he'd get up to his knees. C-137 quickly walked up to him, and stabbed him through his left shoulder blade, breaking his nervous system, and shattering any of the tissue in the arm. He kicked President Morty in his side, making him fall to the right, hitting his back against the railings very hard. His face had bruises, and little pieces of glass on it. And there were little shards of glass sticking out of his sides, where blood was leaking out.

C-137 stomped his foot down on President Morty's right leg, snapping it in half at the knee cap. This caused the President to cry out in pain, and look at C-137, his evil smile faltering. "There will be others". said with a rather raspier voice. Then C-137 pulled the shard out of the President's arm, and spiked it into his stomach, impaling it. His breathing was labored now, as he continued to try and speak. "M-m-my. . .people. . .will av-venge me. .t-t-hey will hu-hu-hunt you d-d-d-". He struggled, nearly choking on his own blood in the process. C-137 then aimed the gun at him.

"Your people"? C-137 scoffed, driving the shard deeper into the near dead President's stomach, "nobody cares about you, nobody even cares about me, we're mortys". He said in a now calmer voice, aiming the gun up at President Morty's face, "just like you said, we're practically useless". He finished, then he pulled the trigger:

BLAM, The President was gone.

Or so Morty thought, he didn't have time to check, because he heard the door to the President's office open. C-137 never looked back, he ran to the railing, and leapt off the deck, before diving down hundreds of feet. Meanwhile at the top of the tower, President Morty's secretary found him lying lifeless in his own puddle of blood. He had cuts on him everywhere, blood was spewing out of his right arm at a fast rate. She noticed a sharp piece of glass sticking out of his stomach. His face had a large cut running down the right side, crossing over his right eye, which was white, not brown. After this, she screamed so loud that people within ten blocks of the tower could hear it. Morty heard it as he grappled to a nearby building, and got down to the streets.

The Aftermath

Big Morty was sitting in the icebox, looking up at the Breaking news, which was the announcement of President Morty's assassination. He had never thought that news about the President would spread this fast, but damn, it was. C-137 bursted into the room, walked over to the table, and slammed his gun on the table, "it's done". He said.

"I know". Big Morty said, still staring at the TV. C-137 turned around and looked at the screen, it showed a reporter speaking, and behind him, Evil Morty was being pushed out, on a gurney. As C-137 watched the news, Big Morty reached under the table, and pulled out a duffle bag. He set the bag on the table, and caught C-137's attention. "Everything in this bag is for you". Big Morty explained, sliding the bag across the table. C-137 opened the bag and the first thing he found was the tracker, which was more like a phone GPS, it was black, and rectangular, with a black button on the back to activate it. C-137 began looking through the bag. C-137 pulled out five stacks of ten-thousand dollars each. He knew they were ten-thousand dollar stacks because of the bands holding the stacks together, which said ten-thousand on them. C-137 found a pack of Churchills, and pulled them out, another thing that C-137 found was six boxes of ammunition, two for each of his guns. And finally, C-137 pulled out two pairs of cross-universe walkie talkies, a newer invention where Morty could talk to another person on the other side of the multiverse.

C-137 grabbed the tracker, and turned it on. The screen had a map, with a search bar at the top right corner, which said: Find Your Rick. He turned the tracker off, and stuffed it in his back pocket, before grabbing a walkie talkie, and tossing it to Big Morty, who was now upstanding. "Keep that with you, in case something comes up". C-137 commanded, and Big Morty nodded. He walked over, pulling out a second unopened pack of churchills.

"When life comes back to bite you in the ass, this could ease the stress". Big Morty advised, handing the cigars to C-137. "Also I smoked yours when you were gone". C-137 grabbed the pack graciously, then pulled Big Morty into a brother hug, thanking him for his help. He packed the bag, grabbed his hand gun, and rested along his shoulder blade. C-137 left the ice-box, and walked down towards the door, before leaving the Black-Hole forever. He walked up to his car, which was across from the club. He sat down in the driver seat, and left the door open for a minute. Morty pulled the tracker back out, and turned it on. He went to the search bar, and Punched C-137 into the keypad. The search engine loaded, before showing Rick's Emblem on the screen, he was halfway to the Sanchez Center, which was seventy-five miles away from Central City. he set the device in a phone mount, which was hooked to the radio. He then turned the car on, shifted into drive, and sped off. Rick's almost to the Sanchez Center, he must be using the Portal Highway, Morty thought. He turned down Darwin Boulevard, and drove up to the Tri-city highway, which ran right under Central City, before splitting off, one way going through mount titania, into the valley of the hidden moon, and the other way going through Morty Island, hooking around into a fifty mile stretch. At the end of the fifty mile stretch, the Highway leads to an exit, where people turn onto a road that would take them all the way up to the Sanchez Center. Morty turned right, and entered the tunnel, before starting his journey to find Rick again.

Morty Spent the next hour and a half driving down to the Sanchez Center, making his way to the Portal Highway. He would check the tracker now and then, keeping tabs on Rick, but halfway down south, Morty witnessed the map change from the citadel to a new map, a map of San Francisco, the universe was not his own, it was a universe called G20-F12. By the time this happened, Morty was in the fifty mile stretch of the Tri-city highway, going through the Farmland of the Citadel. He'd seen the different plants, with a mixture of Fruit and Vegetables. He turned onto the exit he's supposed to get off on, and turned right. He was now in a twenty mile radius from the Sanchez Center. Morty passed roads, and crop-fields as he zoomed down the road, which seemed endless. But then, as he started to think of this, a miracle happened, the gate that granted you entry into the Sanchez Center came into view, it was perched at the top of a hill, less than five miles away from him. He floored the pedal, bumping up to one hundred.

Up ahead, a guard, who was standing at the gate of the Sanchez Center, saw Morty's Camaro coming over the horizon. This is the second time tonight, the guard thought, thinking about the other guy who came in a black GMC Yukon, barreling towards the gate as well. About half a minute later, Morty raced up the hill, and the guard held his hand up to halt him. Morty stopped in front of the twenty foot tall gates, watching as the Morty guard walked over to his window.

"License and registration please". The guard instructed when he got to the driver side window. Morty pulled out his license, and an insurance document, before handing them to the guard. While the guard looked over the document, Morty watched as Rick moved along Route one, a road that went through the heart of San Francisco. He wondered why Rick was in San Francisco of all places anyways, he's just going over the edge, he's not even in his right universe, Morty thought, as the guard walked back to the Camaro, and handed him his information. "Where are you going, sir"? The guard asked.

"I need to go to San Francisco, it's urgent". C-137 said to the Morty guard.

"What universe"? The Guard asked, pulling out a tablet.

"G20-F12". Morty answered.

"And you'll be taking the Portal Highway"? The guard asked, and Morty nodded, he was getting annoyed. "Alright, you're good to go". The guard said, patting the roof of the Camaro. He stepped back, and allowed Morty to enter. The gates started opening, then Morty drove into the facility. He passed a couple of warehouses, where large Aircrafts like the Arlo, were stored. After a half a mile, he turned left, and stayed on the road, driving up to a giant steele satellite dish. It dug five feet into the ground. There was a machine connected to the plate, it stood two feet above ground, had a green and a red button, and it had a hole at the top, where Morty had put a canister of portal fluid. The fluid travels through the hole, and into four tubes underneath the machine, which connect to the satellite dish. Morty pushed the green button after putting a fluid canister in, and he heard a loud humming, which grew. He looked at the circular plate, fifty feet in diameter, as it began to light up in a green color, before the portal fluid began to fluidly spew into the dish, slowly opening up a portal. The portal grew, first it was one foot in diameter, then it was five feet in diameter, then twenty, then forty-five, and finally, the portal reached its peak. Morty counted to ten, before slamming down on the red button, and racing into the deep depths of the Portal Highway.

Next thing Morty saw was green, nothing but green. He was driving on a green roadway, and the walls of the passage were green all over. Morty drove through the portal highway, which only took him one minute, even though it felt like twenty. It was twenty, time slows down when on this green passage. Eventually, Morty made it onto Earth: G20-F12, and he found himself driving through Stonestown, a small neighborhood on the west side of this big port city that Route one partially runs through, where Rick was when Morty last checked. He looked down at the tracker, and saw Rick's emblem traveling northbound, going up Sunset Boulevard. Morty stopped his car, and looked around the nightfallen city. Yes, this was the city he knews, but there is an unfamiliar feeling to it, almost as if this was a different city, made to look like San Francisco. He looked to the east, but wasn't able to see much except for Mount Davidson, the highest natural point in San Francisco alone.

He started driving again, heading up route one. Morty drove another half a mile, before quickly turning left on Sloat. He headed west after that, staying on Sloat for a single mile. He turned right on 36th avenue, then merged onto Sunset boulevard, a very hilly street that ran through the heart of the Sunset district. As he drove, Morty glanced at the tracker again, and saw Rick's Emblem turning right on Noriega street. Morty started to bump up the speed, racing up Sunset, going up the tallest hill. When he got to the top, he was going so fast that the car launched up ten feet in the air, before landing on the downhill side, barreling down toward Vicente. He continued racing uphill, downhill. Morty glanced over at the map again, seeing the Emblem turn left on 38th Avenue, going south. He was approaching Ortega, the Street before Noriega. He turned left, and slowed his car to forty. Morty turned the headlights that were on, off. He snuck past 38th, and used the junction of 39th to turn the car around, and parked the camaro in front of a big Middle School.

Morty turned the car off, twisted around, and grabbed his hand-gun. He then stepped out of the car, and crossed over to the housing side of the road. He walked up to the corner of 38th and Ortega, and saw a big black SUV about three hundred feet ahead of him, he was able to see the grill of the big vehicle, which said in big red letters GMC. Rick, Morty thought, he looked directly to the left, and saw a long stretch of darkness. He grabbed the mask out of his sweater pocket, and slipped it back on his face, before slithering into the depths of the shadows, with the only source of light coming from the GMC and the moon, which was in its waxing gibbous phase, not very illuminate. The first hundred feet, he quietly sprinted, then he slowed down, crouching out of visibility. He slowly crept behind a white car, which was diagonally parked in front of the GMC.

He walked up 38th, keeping in the shadows. Morty closed the distance between him and the GMC, but halfway down, he saw the passenger door open, and there he was, standing less than one hundred feet away: Rick. He was dressed in a black and blue suit, with the black aviator shades, and he was carrying an M-16. he patted the hood of the GMC, which Morty took note was a Yukon XL. The two backseat doors opened, and two more guys with M-16s, stepped out. The guy on the left was a big reptilian-like humanoid with green leathery skin, and spikes that ran up and down his back. He wore a black t-shirt that strained against his muscular tone, blue jeans, and black biker boots the size of a tire. The other guy that stepped out was the shortest out of the three of them stepped out from the right, he was an alien-human hybrid, with pale gray skin, like Rick's skin. He also had icy blue eyes, and was wearing a blue suit. Morty watched as the three figures joined together, crossed the street together, and disappeared into a blue two story house together. Then, sometime later, morty heard the sound of the M-16s going off in rounds.

Five long moments of Morty crouching behind the car go by, and Rick's gang walked back out. He was in the lead, walking out the small building, drops of blood spewed all over his face. Morty wanted to intervene, kill Rick on the spot, but he knew the risks, so he stopped himself. Also, three men, probably experienced in fighting and shooting, especially Rick, against a twenty-two year old with a cocked pistol, now that didn't seem fair. He looked up, just as Rick walked up to the driver side window, which was facing the house they went in, and began talking to the driver inside, the only one that Morty couldn't see. The other two started talking with each other, and Morty heard a phone go off. He looked over, and saw Rick grab his phone from a suit pocket, and answer it. Rick turned and walked out of sight, he was behind the Yukon now. Morty heard him talk indistinctly, before walking back out, with his phone in his pocket again.

"Alright, let's load up, we have a long drive in front of us". Morty heard Rick's command. He sounded half annoyed and half content.

"What's next, boss". Morty heard a very deep and gruff voice say. The Reptilian, Morty thought. He looked up, just as Rick turned to face the two henchmen.

"We're going to Gravity Falls". Rick explained, "I have a friend there, Ford Pines". He finished, and morty felt his heart sink. Gravity Falls, Ford Pines, I've heard those names from somewhere, he thought. As the three men began to get in the SUV, Morty started to shift himself, but accidentally snapped a twig in the process. The sound caused the three older men to stop what they were doing. The Reptilian and the Hybrid began walking over to where Morty was, but Rick stopped them. "I've got this, get in the car". He commanded, and they obeyed. Rick then began walking over towards Morty, aiming the machine gun in the direction of the car Morty had hidden behind. When he got to the car, and turned to the other side, Morty was gone. Rick looked around, but couldn't see a single foot in front of him. Morty was crouched against a wall, two yards away from Rick, who was getting annoyed. "SHOW YOURSELF"! He yelled at the top of his lungs. Morty wanted to shoot him, now was his chance, but he was frozen in place. He was scared, he was always scared. The eerie moment came to an end, and Rick walked off. He got in the Yukon, and drove off, disappearing from sight.

Morty crossed the street, and walked up to the house, where he noticed a faint light coming from the front window. He pulled his gun out, unsure of what is exactly inside this house. Morty walked through a gate at the foot of a staircase, and walked up the stairs. This passage led to a doorway, into the house. It was cracked open, and a blue light illuminated outward. Morty gently pushed the door open, and walked into the house. There was a hallway, with two doors on each side, in front of him. To his left was a small kitchen, and to his right was the living room, where the blue light came from. He turned to investigate, and fear overtook him by the scene in front of him. He was looking at the Morty and Jessica of this universe, bullet holes in their chest and stomach. Morty felt sick after what he had seen, and so he ran to find the bathroom, in the center hallway, and threw up in the toilet. He walked back out, and walked into the kitchen, where he tripped an alarm. Sirens began going off in the distance, which caused morty to panic. He estimated that the sirens were fifteen blocks from the house he's in, so he had to be fast.

Morty ran back out of the house, and towards his car. It took him a minute to get to his car, and during that, the sirens got closer. He quickly got in the driver seat, and got it running, he switched the hand gun back into safety, before tossing it in the back seat. Then Morty shifted the gear into drive, and began driving down Ortega, back to Sunset Boulevard. Upon passing 38th, he saw two Patrol cars, 2020 Mustangs, racing down Ortega in his direction. He quickly went into a U-turn, sped down, and drifted right onto 39th Avenue. He drove up 39th, and then drifted right on Noriega street, nearly crashing into a row of vertically parked cars. He dodged the cars, and drove along Noriega. The two officers came across him, and got behind. Morty floored down on the pedal, and got nervous. Going a hundred in a very active neighborhood was pretty nerve racking.

"PULL OVER"! He heard one of the officers say over a loudspeaker. Morty continued down Noriega, until he got to 30th, where he turned left. He sped past Moraga Street, and turned right on Lawton. He began to slow down. Another patrol car came around a corner and spotted him. The officer turned around, and got on his tail. Morty drove down Lawton, a road that went up Turtle Hill, where you could see a grand view of the city. The road started elevating after Morty passed 19th Avenue. He then passed 18th, and was about to cross over 17th to get to 16th Avenue, which was the dead end for Lawton street, but more police squad cars turned over from the corners of 16th. Morty counted five cruisers, heading in his direction. To avoid the anticipated collision, Morty turned Right on seventeenth, heading straight towards the junction of 17th and Moraga. Morty then turned left, and crossed over to Turtle hill, where he turned right on 16th avenue. Before making a slight left turn onto Noriega Street

Morty looked in his rearview mirror, and saw red and blue lights, illuminating the right side of 16th avenue. He continued up Noriega, and slowly made a short u-turn onto 15th. He parked in a shady spot under an oak tree, nearly three hundred and fifty feet away from the Noriega turn. He turned his car lights off, and once again, became one with the shadows. He lowered himself into the depths of his car, and watched out the rearview mirror, where he saw half the squadron of officers race down Noriega, heading south. Morty felt relief, as he had finally shook the pigs off of him. He took off after that, and began to exit San Francisco. Eventually, Morty found himself crossing the Golden Gate Bridge. While he drove, Morty got to thinking about where Rick is leading him, and racking his brain on who Ford Pines is. Soon, Morty realized this mystery. Ford was an old friend of Rick's, he was like a brother to him. When Rick first came back to Beth, Morty's mom, Rick's friend Ford came with him. He stayed with the Smiths and Rick for half a year, before getting sucked back into his dimension, which is where Morty is now, he was in his great uncle's universe. After crossing the bridge, Morty went to Route one, and drove up the coastal highway, keeping a distance from Rick, who was traveling through Geyserville. Morty drove down this road, nervous to see his great uncle Ford at long last.