Authors Note: Hey guys! I'm back with chapter 12! PLEASE CHECK OUT CHAPTER 11 IF YOU HAVEN'T YET, AS WHEN I POSTED IT, A BUNCH OF OTHER STORIES WERE POSTED AND IT MOVED DOWN THE LIST! Anyways, in this we'll see if Mordecai's group will be ok after losing Mr. Mallard, if Margaret/Rigby/Eileen will find out where their friends are, and how Thomas will react to being left without his knife! Enjoy and please remember to follow/favorite/review! :D
Back in the caves, Mordecai, Skips and Benson walked cautiously down the dark path while listening and looking for any sign of Pops. They silently stopped, seeing a yellow glow at the end of the hallway.
"What's down there?" whispered Benson, pointing towards the light.
"I don't know, but we'd better check it out. Come on guys, let's move quietly..." Mordecai replied, sliding along the wall which Benson and Skips copied. Mordecai poked his head around the wall: his jaw dropped! He moved his head back to his friends, putting a finger to his beak then crouching down along the wall.
"What did you see Mordecai?" asked Skips, who also crouched down with Benson.
"I-I saw Pops, Muscle Man and Fives! They're tied up in the middle of the room and Fives is in some bubble he can't phase through. It looks like some sort of ceremony is gonna happen. We've got to save them!" he replied.
Benson's eyes widened and he sat there in shock, "What?! Why is this happening to us?!"
"I think I can shed some light on that Benson." Skips spoke up.
"Tell us everything you know about this crazy cult Skips." Mordecai said.
"All right, here it goes: Back in the early 1900's, Techmo and I were on an expedition in South America to look for an ancient relic of immense power. It was said whoever held it would gain riches beyond their wildest dreams and power over anything in their way. Techmo stole it from the group that's here in the Amazon, taking it back to our camp we had set up. A few nights later, he began acting strange, like he was seeing things that weren't there and that I was 'disturbing his sacred grounds' if I even went near the relic. Finally I had enough, and snuck into his tent the third night we had the relic, taking it out over a cliff and chucking it into the river below. I haven't heard or seen it since that night. Ironically, when I was sitting with Pops after we landed, he asked me if it could've flowed across the ocean to here. I told him I highly doubted it, but I guess I was wrong." he finished frowning.
"So these robe guys worship a relic that your friend stole over one hundred years ago and it somehow ended up here in the Amazon jungle?" Benson asked.
"Yep." Skips replied.
"And we're here because Thomas sabotaged our flight to kill us and help this cult in some way?"
"Yes Benson." Mordecai answered.
All Benson could do was slap his forehead and sigh, "Ugh..."
"Look Benson, we need to rescue our friends. Let's get moving." Skips ordered. Mordecai grabbed Skips' arm, pulling him back behind the wall, "Wait!"
"What is it Mordecai?" he asked.
"What about Eileen and Rigby and..." he hesitated, "Margaret?"
"I don't know Mordecai, but I'm sure they're fine. As long as they stick together, Thomas shouldn't be a problem." Skips smiled reassuringly.
"Yeah, you're right Skips, we just need to be positive." Mordecai smiled back, then looked over to the robed group of six members chanting in a circle around their friends.
"Guys, I've got a plan." he said.
"What?" Benson asked.
"First, we need to get some robes. Then we need to blend in and sneak over to our friends and free them. After that, we can escape." he finished.
"Sounds simple enough, let's do it!" Skips smiled.
Outside the structure, Rigby, Eileen and Margaret were looking around for any clues to Mordecai's whereabouts. They kept walking until Eileen came upon some dried blood along the ground.
"Hey guys! I think I found something!" she shouted, waving them over.
"What'd you find?" Margaret asked.
"Some blood..." she replied.
"Oh my God, you don't think it's Mordecai's?" she said becoming scared.
"Maybe." Rigby said.
She looked ahead, spotting more blood drops, "It's a trail!"
"Let's follow it!" Rigby shouted.
Rigby scampered ahead of them stopping when the blood ended at a big bush. Margaret and Eileen walked up, out of breath.
"Geez...Rigby! You...could of...waited...for us!" Eileen panted.
"Sorry. The blood trail stops at this big bush. What do you think's behind it?" he wondered.
"Hopefully some answers!" Margaret said, impatiently storming through the bush while Rigby and Eileen walked through slowly.
When the friends saw the huge structure, they stared in awe.
Rigby walked up to the wall, "I bet Mordecai's in there!"
"How will we get in?" Margaret asked.
"I'll figure it out." Eileen spoke up. She went up to the wall trying to decipher anything, but couldn't.
"I can't understand any of this!" she groaned.
Rigby ran up and started slamming his hands along the wall in anger, "LET US IN! LET US IN!"
He hit the panel, opening the door to the tunnels.
"Good job Rigby!" Eileen smiled, kissing his cheek.
"Wait, what happened?"
"You opened it up!"
"Oh...cool."
They headed inside for their friends.
Thomas woke up, rubbing his head, 'Ugh, what happened?' he thought.
He ran his hands along his pockets, "WHAT?! THAT BITCH STOLE MY KNIFE! She's fucking dead, they all are!" He stood up, running towards the building. He stopped in front of the door, instead running around the side.
'Good thing I know this shortcut...' he smirked, opening another hidden door.
Thomas dashed in, running to the ceremony room where Mordecai's group was starting their plan.