Chapter 6 – Angel's Part
Next day, Slasher, Angel and another one of Joe's friends met at their hideout. It was in a smelly alleyway where they spent most of their time discussing the legacy.
"Did you do it?" Angel asked impatiently. Slasher nodded. Angel's face suddenly turned into a grin.
"To be honest, I didn't think you had it in you, Slasher. I mean, I didn't think you could carve into someone's arm, especially you being Margaret's ex. So what's next?" Slasher then took out the papers that contained Joe's legacy and read them.
"Angel," Slasher started, "You need to find Mordecai. If there's one thing I know, he'll always hang around Margaret, so he shouldn't be too hard to spot."
"Got it. Find Mordecai and injure him." And Angel started to wander through the town, to complete his task…
MEANWHILE…
Margaret's arm still wasn't good. Despite the fact that Mordecai had cleaned up all the blood, she couldn't move her arm without it hurting.
"Can you try moving it slightly?" Mordecai asked. Margaret tried for a second and then gave a small squeal. It was impossible.
"I can't. The cuts are too deep." Mordecai started to look worried.
"We need to find somewhere else to live. First, I'll take you to the doctor's, then we'll need to find another place. It'll be too obvious if we stay at the park's house."
"What about my old apartment? I still own it." Margaret suggested. Mordecai considered this for a minute.
"Okay, we'll try your place." Margaret smiled for the first time that day, and they left the house. While they were walking down, Margaret spotted Rigby talking to Eileen across the street where the coffee shop was.
"Wow Rigby, you've really been through a lot." Eileen said sympathetically.
"Yeah, I just wish I could forget it all." He replied sadly. He started to walk away when Eileen stopped him and put her hand on his shoulder.
"It's alright Rigby; it just takes some time to forget." Rigby slightly smiled for the first time in a while, and gave Eileen a small hug.
"Thanks for the help." He said, and he walked back home. Meanwhile, the two avians were at Margaret's flat. But just as they opened the door to it, Mordecai heard a familiar voice.
"Hello Mordecai." Mordecai turned round and standing behind him was Angel. Margaret also turned round and saw him.
"Angel? What are you doing here?" she asked. It wasn't long before she put two and two together.
"It that legacy crap isn't it! Why are you here you jerk?" Angel's left arm was behind his back, and he revealed it to be holding a huge baseball bat.
"Oh, you know why I'm here Margaret. It for your asshole of a husband!" Mordecai swore loudly and shoved Angel against the wall.
"Don't you dare insult me or Margaret again!" he said through gritted teeth. Then he pulled him off the wall and threw him down the short flight of stairs leading to the door. When he landed, his face had a few bruises covering it. It's like you couldn't tell who he was anymore.
"Get out of here." Margaret threatened. "And never come back!" Angel got up and ran off as far as he could.
BACK AT THE MEETING PLACE…
Angel returned looking very disappointed. Slasher looked grimly at him.
"You didn't manage to kill him did you?" he asked disappointedly. Angel shook his head sadly. Slasher sighed and took out a knife.
"Well Angel, as punishment, where do you want a cut?" Angel suddenly looked shocked ad began to back off, but the other man took a hold of him and got him into an arm-lock. Slasher came over to Angel and gave him a quick, shallow but long cut along his free arm. Blood started draining slowly from his arm and Angel screamed in pain. Slasher walked away from him and went back to the apartment.
"Sometimes when you want a job done, you just gotta do it yourself."
