Authors Note: Hey dudes! I'm REALLY SORRY I haven't updated for the past week and a half, but I was very sick with a bad head cold and throat infection, but I'm better now! :) Anyways, here is chapter 11, where we'll see what Rigby and Eileen will do, if Mordecai's group will find anything out about the mysterious robed cult, and if Margaret will be ok dealing with Thomas' crazy ass! Enjoy and please remember to follow/favorite/review! :D
Rigby scurried back over to Eileen, who was sleeping soundly. He gently nudged her with his hand, trying to wake her up.
"Eileen? Eileen? Wake up." he whispered, but didn't get a response.
He ran over to the riverbed to get some water, but stopped when he saw Margaret was gone!
"Margaret?! Are you out here?!" he shouted.
'Huh, must've went to pick some fruit or something.' he thought, scooping up some water in his hands.
He walked back over to Eileen and chucked the water onto her face, making her sit up with wide eyes.
"Wha- why am I-" she stopped when she looked up at Rigby.
"Rigby! Why did you do that?" she asked, annoyed.
Rigby looked away ashamed, "I'm sorry Eileen, I couldn't wake you up so I went to go get some water and-"
"It's fine Rigby, it's just water." she smiled, wiping off her glasses.
Rigby just stood there staring at her with a lovestruck smile on his face.
"Are you all right Rigby?" she asked putting her glasses back on, walked up to him and snapped her fingers.
"Huh?! Yeah, yeah, I'm fine Eileen." he said sweating and walked over to the riverbed.
Eileen walked over with him, sitting down with her feet in the riverbed.
"Ahhhhh, isn't this relaxing Rigby?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess." he mumbled, feet dangling over the water.
"Put your feet in and relax Rigby." she suggested.
"Um ok." he sighed putting his feet in and kicking them back and forth. He accidentally splashed Eileen with his kicking.
"Ahhhh!" she squealed.
"Oh crap Eileen! I'm sorry!" he cried.
Eileen responded by splashing him with some water, soaking his fur which caused her to roll on the ground laughing.
"Ha...ha." he smirked, rolling his eyes then shook his fur like a dog which made Eileen cover her face giggling.
"Sorry Rigby, but I had to get you back." she smiled, moving over to him and kissing his cheek.
"N-nice one Ei-Eileen..." he stuttered, blushing.
Eileen looked around, "Hey, where are Mordecai, Margaret, and Thomas?"
"I don't know, Mordecai and Thomas were gone earlier and Margaret was over here sitting down fifteen minutes ago." he replied.
"Hmmmmm. You think Thomas did something? Let's go check Mordecai's bed for the knife as he held onto it remember?"
"Sure." he said running over to the leaf bed.
"Eileen, it's gone!" he screamed, frantically throwing around leaves.
"Thomas or Mordecai must have the knife!" she said, shocked.
"I hope Mordecai has it. What about Margaret? Should we wait for her to get back, or do you think Thomas-" Rigby started to ask, but Eileen put a hand over his mouth.
"DON'T SAY STUFF LIKE THAT RIGBY! I'm sure she's fine, but we do need to find the others." she said looking at the jungle.
Rigby gripped her hand, "Don't worry Eileen, I'll be there to ward off any jungle creatures!" he shouted, doing karate chops with his free hand.
Eileen rolled her eyes and smiled sarcastically, "You sure are brave Rigby."
On the other side of the jungle, Mordecai's group was heading down the tunnel. They walked in silence until they came to rickety bridge near a small waterfall with a bottomless pit.
"Whoa guys hold up!" Mordecai ordered, putting his arms out.
"Oh it's just a bridge Mordecai." Benson said pushing past him.
He took a few steps onto the bridge when one step broke, causing him to pull back in fear.
Mordecai walked up to him, "I told you to wait Benson..."
"S-sorry." he said going to the back of the group.
The group got to the halfway point when a robed figure appeared behind them at the front of the bridge.
"Intruders!" he shouted.
They all turned around, "WHAT?!"
"Who the hell is that?" Benson yelled.
"Oh no!" Skips said under his breath.
The figure pulled out a knife, it's gold handle engraved with diamonds and jewels, and cut the ropes holding the bridge.
"RUN!" Mordecai shouted.
They darted for the other side as the bridge started to fall but Skips, Benson and Mordecai were able to make it across while Mr. Mallard was the last one, falling but gripping onto the wood with his hand.
"Help!" he screamed.
"He's too far down! What do we do?" Mordecai asked.
"Take my cane Skips! Active the button that extends it!" he ordered, throwing the cane up then holding on with both hands.
Skips caught the cane, pushing the correct button and stretching down to Mr. Mallard.
"Come on sir, grab it!" Benson shouted.
"I-I can't reach it!" he shouted back.
The robed figure shouted across, "You will die for invading our sanctuary! Starting with the old man!"
He suddenly shot lasers out of his eyes underneath the hood, cutting one of the ropes.
"AH!" Mr. Mallard screamed, barely holding on.
"Now the other one!" he shouted, slicing the other rope.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Mr. Mallard shouted, falling down into the blackness.
"Mr. Mallard, NO!" Skips shouted, kneeling in sadness.
"Skips, we need to go now! We need to get away from the robe dude and find Pops! I'm sorry." Mordecai spoke up, pulling Skips to his feet.
The three headed down the hall, stopping to catch their breath.
They heard the robed figure shout in the distance, "None of you will make it out alive!"
"You think he's following us?" Benson asked.
"No, he's going to get others." Skips answered.
"How do you know Skips? Have you dealt with these guys before?" Mordecai asked.
"Yes, and they're extremely crafty and dangerous..." he replied narrowing his eyes.
Meanwhile, Margaret was walking with Thomas to Mordecai's "location".
"Where is he at Thomas?" she asked.
"He's just past this tree." he smirked in front of her.
"What happened to him?"
"Uh...he-he broke his arm. Yeah that's it! He broke his arm!" he said sweating a little.
'But he already hurt his arm rescuing me and I bandaged it?' she thought.
"Stop walking Thomas." she said sternly.
He stopped and turned around, "What's up Margaret?"
"You're lying to me, aren't you?" she said tapping her foot and folding her arms.
"Huh?! No, no. He's just past this tree, resting against it." he smiled nervously.
"Sure he is. What really happened Thomas?"
He started to reach into his pocket, but Margaret saw this at the last second as backed up as he lashed at her with the knife. He grabbed her arm, but she reacted by punching him in the gut and stepping on his foot. She ran away from him behind a tree, pulling a branch back as he came around the tree.
ZONK!
The impact of the branch knocked him out cold. Margaret grabbed the knife and slid it into her jean pocket then ran back towards their river camp. She ran until she tripped over a branch, falling down and twisting her ankle.
"AHHHH!" she shrieked.
"Help me! Anyone please!" she whimpered.
"MARGARET?! IS THAT YOU?!" Rigby shouted.
"RIGBY?! EILEEN?! I'M OVER HERE GUYS!" she shouted back.
They ran up to her, "Oh my God! What happened to you?"
"Thomas tried to stab me! He tricked me into following him but I knocked him out and took his knife. As I was coming back, I just twisted my ankle! Can you guys help me up please?" she finished.
"Sure Margaret, we're you're friends! We'll help you find Mordecai and the others!" Rigby smiled.
"Where do you think he went? Ugh." Margaret asked, limping along.
"I don't know, but what should we do about Thomas?" Eileen asked.
"Leave him...he won't follow us, at least not for a good while." Rigby ordered.
They headed deeper into the jungle, looking for any clue as to where their friends were.