Chapter Six

Rigby immediately felt the musty air touch his fur as soon as he stepped out of the house. He couldn't help but feel yet another wave of nausea wash it's way through his system with every step he hesitantly took. Benson hadn't bothered to ask any questions on what the plan was, Obviously believing that it would be a simple job. Rigby knew that Mordecai would put up a fight, But with the current situation it would be hard to know if Mordecai and the park gang would ever truly be okay again. Who's to say that they would end up seeing Mordecai dead? Rigby knew for a fact he wouldn't be able to handle seeing that, So who knew if the rest of the gang would be able to handle it?

The park gang finally made it to Bensons trusty red car that had been smashed one too many times, everyone secretly hoping today wouldn't follow the trend of wrecking it. Benson unlocked the car, a small beep seemingly being drowned out by the loud noises of destruction in the distance. The sky was considerably darker now than it had been when Mordecai first went outside, And Rigby desperately hoped that they would still be able to see him if he was indeed lying in wait to be rescued.

Benson got in the drivers side of the car, buckling himself in whilst Skips, Muscle man and High five ghost slotted themselves into the back of the car. Nobody had actually decided on a seating arrangement, But they all knew that Rigby would want to be leading the search party for the Blue Jay he regarded as his brother. Rigby was the last one to get into the vehicle, Meaning Benson could quickly look in his rear view mirror and double check that everyone was seated safetly. Benson then snuck a glance at Rigby, Immediately regretting watching the small racoon trying to hold in his tears and stop his trembling paws. Wasting no more time, Benson threw the car into drive and slowly pulled out of the house garage.

Rigby vaguely felt the car purr to life as Benson started the car up but ignored it really. Every time he tried to look out of the window, he was greeted by a dark blur as tears attempted to push their way out of his small eyes. Rigby couldn't let his emotions win.

He had to be strong.

For Mordecai.

A fresh wave of determination spread itself across his system and he felt like slapping himself to bring himself back to reality. With a new focus and grip on the task at hand, Rigby forced himself to look out of the front window and he found himself gulping at the sight of orange spreading across the night sky.

Rigby found himself starting to hear screams and car alarms in the distance. Turns out, Those TV shows and movies got the whole apocalypse scene right anyways... Rigby found himself mentally giggling at that thought, Knowing Mordecai would laugh or tell him how stupid he was being. Rigby felt like he was on an emotional rollercoaster, And he had been glued into the seat. Every time he seemed to go up a hill full of self confidence in himself and Mordecai, He went shooting back down the hill into sadness. He was exhausted from his raging uncontrollable emotions and he desperately wanted Mordecai back. Without wasting another minute Rigby threw a look behind him at the gang in the back seat, then at Benson. He sat up even straighter as they found themselves leaving the park for the first time. The streets didn't seem to be quite so bad at this point, But they all knew better than that.

As Benson turned the corner onto the main road, he noticed that the flames were getting closer and even with the sound muffled in the car, the loud screams were now very audible. He felt like screaming himself, this was a situation he never thought he would have to go through. Normally, he wouldn't have bothered getting everybody for a job he could probably do on his own, But Mordecai was like family for the whole group. Despite Benson's normal attitude towards Mordecai and Rigby, He couldn't live with himself if he knew he could have saved either one of them from their doom.

"Alright everybody keep your eyes open he could be anywhere." Benson muttered, Making sure he kept a sharp focus on the road ahead. Then, he noticed it. A truck was blocking the road. Now, in these circumstances he wouldn't have been so concerned, It was normal for people to abandon their vehicles.

It wasn't the truck that got his attention...

Benson saw a cart that he knew all too well smashed into the park railings. He felt his body seem to loose all warmth as it dawned on him that Mordecai must have been hit by the truck. Suddenly, Benson regretted ever bringing Rigby along. He saw that Rigby was staring at the cart with tear filled eyes.

Rigby couldn't tear his gaze away from the cart. Their cart. His and Mordecai's cart. He had no doubt that Mordecai had been in a accident, But he had no idea what state his best friend would be in. Benson slowed the car down and parked it behind the truck. He turned to face the gang and saw that all of their gazes were stuck on the cart in the park fence, Obviously all having the same thoughts he had.

"I want you to be careful out there and be warned, Mordecai could be in any state. Prepare yourself because it could be gory." Benson said, His usual voice devoid of any emotion that would usually be present.

Nobody bothered to answer Benson, deciding it would be best to leave the car before something else happens. Rigby threw the door open and began to run on all fours, Not waiting for the others to catch up. He made it to the cart remains and looked the cart up and down. He saw that the cart was heavily damaged, Giving Rigby even more fear. Mordecai would have been in the cart. Rigby saw thin splatters of blood on the seat and steering wheel, and knew that it was from Mordecai. He heard loud screams now and another explosion in the background, only giving the destruction a glance before focusing back on getting Mordecai back.

Rigby decided that standing around wasn't going to find him any quicker, So Rigby took off on all fours again. Rigby saw the glass up ahead but didn't really bother stopping. Mordecai went through worse than a few glass shards. He saw people being attacked out of the corner of his eye and smelt the thick smell of burning. He kept on running until he saw a leg in one of the dark deserted street. Rigby swallowed any fears he had and started to hesitantly creep towards the leg...

Then he saw him.