Authors Note: Hey guys! Here is chapter 10, where we'll switch off between the separated groups. Enjoy and please follow/favorite/review! :D

Benson, Skips, and Mr. Mallard headed deeper into the darkness, not knowing what awaited them.

"Sir, are you sure you should be ahead of us?" Benson asked.

"Yes Benson, I'll be fine. I've got my trusty cane!" he said proudly waving it in Benson's face.

Benson whispered over to Skips, "How's a cane supposed to help us?"

"You'll see if we run into trouble..." Skips whispered back.

The group continued down the tunnel, not able to see even three feet in front of them.

"I can't see anything sir! Does your cane have a light or something?"

Mr. Mallard stopped, making Benson bump into Skips, and pressed a button on the cane which caused a small light to illuminate the tunnel.

"There we are! Happy Benson?" he asked, slightly annoyed.

"Yeah, thanks sir." he replied rolling his eyes and continuing to walk.

Mordecai, meanwhile, was nearby going down a separate tunnel.

'How the hell am I supposed to get out of here and stop Thomas?! What did he mean by his partners? I hope he hasn't done anything yet, especially to Margaret! Ugh, so many things to worry about!' he thought, rubbing his temples in fear and stress.

He suddenly heard voices on the other side of the tunnel.

'Oh my God! That must be Thomas' 'friends', coming to capture me or something! I've got to get something to beat their skulls in!' he thought, looking for a weapon of some sort.

He wasn't able to find anything, so he was forced to slide along the wall, clenching his hands in and out of a fist, ready to strike. He reached around the wall, putting a hand over the person's mouth and pulled them back behind the other tunnel's wall.

"Hmph! Hmph!" the person mumbled.

"Shut up! I ought to snap your neck right now, but I need to ask you this: What have you done to Thomas?!" he whispered, holding the person in a grip.

"Merphcai, iph me!" he grumbled.

"Huh?" he said letting the figure out of his grasp.

"DAMN IT MORDECAI! IT'S ME, BENSON!" he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls.

"Oh...yeeeeeah, sorry Benson." he said softly, rubbing the back of his head.

Mr. Mallard and Skips came around the corner, "Benson?! What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing, it's just Mordecai getting ready to snap my damn neck!" he shouted, getting in Mordecai's face.

"I thought you were one of Thomas' robe dudes!" he argued, putting his wings up in the air.

Skips walked in between them, pushing them apart, "Cool it, you two! Now Mordecai, what the heck are you talking about?"

"I'll explain myself when Benson apologizes for overreacting." he said folding his wings.

"Ugh! Fine, I'm sorry Mordecai." he walked to him and stuck out his hand.

Mordecai shook his hand, "It's cool dude."

"So will you tell us now?" Mr. Mallard asked.

"Yeah. Ok, Thomas is freaking insane now or something! He caused the plane to crash, he got a huge Bowie knife from these dudes in robes, and he's gonna plan to kill us all! Worse, he's heading over to the place I was camping out with Eileen, Rigby, and Margaret! We've got to stop him!" he finished.

The three friends stood there for a few seconds, eyes wide and just busted out laughing, "HA HA HA!"

Benson wiped the tears from his eyes, "You-you think Thomas is capable of doing that?!"

"Yes! I'M FUCKING SERIOUS!" he shouted, shaking Benson in anger.

Skips pulled Mordecai back, "Mordecai, calm down! Now I think you're delirious or something. Why don't we- Wait, what's wrong with your back...and arm?"

"He fucking cut me leading me here! Also I broke my arm rescuing Margaret and it hurts horribly!" he cried.

"Wow. We're sorry for not believing you Mordecai..." Benson said sadly.

"It-it's ok, guys. Skips, can you fix my arm and then we'll find a way out of here?" he asked.

"Sure. Mr. Mallard, you're up!" he smiled stepping off to the side. Mr. Mallard pushed another button on the cane, then tapped Mordecai on the arm, shocking him.

"What's that gonna- OW!" he groaned in pain.

Mordecai bent his arm back and forth: it was healed!

"Whoa! How did it do that?!" he said with wide eyes.

"I have a lot of modifications in that cane. It's my most prized possession...besides Pops, of course." he smiled.

"Don't forget your fancy limo..." Benson said under his breath.

"What was that Benson?" he asked.

"Oh nothing sir!" he smiled, sweating.

Deeper in the structure, the three hostages started to wake up in a dusty cellar with a stone door.

Muscle Man opened his eyes, "Oh man, my head! Where am I bro?"

"Muscle Man?! Are you ok?!" shouted High Five Ghost.

"Yeah Fives, I'm fine! Wait, are you in a bubble?"

"Yep. Uh, your hands are tied up dude."

"What?! Oh no bro!" he yelled, then started squealing and rolling along the floor.

Pops woke up also, "Oh my! What happened?!" he cried.

"I think we were kidnapped or something Pops." High Fives Ghost replied.

"Oh jolly bad show! Jolly bad show indeed!" he whimpered, sitting on the floor.

Muscle Man continued squealing and rolling, "MUSCLE MAN, STOP FREAKING OUT!" High Five Ghost yelled.

Muscle Man stopped and sat up, "Ok, sorry man."

Out of nowhere, the stone door started to slowly raise and one of the robed figures from earlier appeared out of the dark.

"Prisoners, stand up and pay attention!" he ordered.

"No way bro! You can-" he was interrupted when the figure walked over and smacked his face.

"SILENCE AND LISTEN!"

Pops and Muscle Man stood up, completely scared.

"Wha-wha-what are you going to do to us?!" Pops cried

"You will be tortured for information leading to your friends and loved ones for disturbing our sacred grounds! But, our newest member will want to do it personally when he returns." he explained.

"Newest member?" High Five Ghost asked.

"It's a part of his initiation. Also, you may know him..." he said evilly.

"Who is it?" Pops asked.

"You will find out after he returns from killing your other compatriots." the figure smiled underneath his hood.

"Now, I must leave to prepare for his ceremony for joining us. Enjoy your stay!" he laughed, exiting the room and pulling a switch outside to close the door.

"I don't like this at all bro!" Muscle Man said worriedly.

Thomas headed back to his "friends" who were just waking up.

Rigby stretched his body and yawned. He realized he had been sleeping by Eileen and blushed hard, slowly moving away from her towards Margaret, who was looking at the riverbed.

"Good morning Margaret." he smiled.

"Oh good morning Rigby. Have you seen Mordecai or Thomas?" she asked.

"No, they're probably getting firewood or something. What are you doing?"

"Oh, just thinking..." she sighed.

"Un-huh. Well, I'm gonna go wake up Eileen. Maybe we can go look for Mordecai or Thomas or ya know..." he trailed off in the thought of being alone with Eileen again.

"Make out?" she giggled.

"Huh?! No, no, no!" he blushed, waving his arms back and forth.

"Oh don't deny that you like her Rigby! You act like you don't, but it's so easy to tell." she smiled.

"Well...I gotta go. Catch ya later Margaret!" he said, scampering off to Eileen.

In the distance, peering through the bushes was Thomas, who put his knife into his pocket and ran out of the jungle.

"MARGARET, COME QUICK!" he screamed, waving his arms around frantically.

"THOMAS?! WHAT'S WRONG?!" Margaret shouted, looking up at him.

"IT'S MORDECAI! HE'S HURT, BADLY! I'LL TAKE YOU TO HIM!" he replied.

"But what about Rigby and Eileen? Don't they need to come too?" she asked.

"NO TIME! NOW COME ON!" he argued, motioning his arm to come follow him.

"Ok. I hope Mordecai's all right!"

'He's just fine, but you won't be...' he thought, grabbing his knife in his pocket.