Authors Note: Hey everyone! Here is chapter 14, where Rigby, Eileen and Margaret have to escape the trap cell they landed in, while Mordecai and Benson will deal with Thomas! Enjoy and remember to follow/fav/review! :D
Thomas stormed up to the first zombie, furiously pointing a finger at him.
"I LOST MY DAMN KNIFE! THAT SLUT OF MORDECAI'S STOLE IT OFF ME!" he shouted in the zombie's face.
Mordecai instantly became enraged at Thomas and started to move towards him, but Benson held him back by his arm.
"Mordecai, don't! We'll strike when the moment's right!" he whispered.
Mordecai jerked his arm out of Benson's grasp, "Grrrrrrr. Fine..."
Thomas began shouting again, "SO WHAT ELSE COULD YOU GIVE ME TO KILL THOSE IDIOTS WITH?!"
Suddenly, the zombie grasped Thomas' throat and held him in the air, "SILENCE! APPRENTICE, YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER US! YOU WILL DO AS WE SAY, OR FACE THE WRATH OF OUR GLORIOUS LEADER!"
Thomas' eyes widened in shock at the strength of the zombie. He pleaded, "O-okay! Let me down, please!"
The zombie dropped him to the ground, "That's better. Now go into the storage room and put on a robe. Once our leader shows up with the ceremonial dagger, we can begin the sacrifice!" he cackled evilly.
Thomas did as he was told, running off to another room and grabbing a robe. He came back out and joined the group.
"What do you need me to do now, sir?" he asked.
"Join us in chanting. It will help to ensure that this ceremony will happen as it has for the past ten-thousand years." the zombie replied.
Benson spoke up, but deepened his voice so Thomas wouldn't recognize it, "Uh, has it really been ten-thousand years?"
"What? Of course it has! Do I need to refresh your memory?" the zombie asked, annoyed.
"Uh, I guess I'm losing my touch, brother." he answered.
The zombie stood up and moved to a wall with pictures along it, "Fine. If you will come over here, I'll remind you what we're striving for."
Benson, Mordecai, and Thomas went over to the zombie, who began to tell them the whole backstory from before they encountered Skips and Techmo. The zombie pointed towards a drawing of their artifact, which was diamond-shaped and appeared to have a red color to it with black trim along the edges.
He spoke, "This is our 'holy grail', if you will. It was given to our founder by the deity we worship, el Dios de la Muerte, or in your tongue, the God of Death."
Then he moved to another drawing, which depicted a group of men in robes bowing down to another man holding a golden dagger above a cowering group of people trapped next to him.
"This is what we do to please our God. We sacrifice captives who trespass our sacred grounds with a mystical dagger, infused with the dark evil of our God. It ensures that we will continue our immortality." he explained.
"Wait a minute. So you're saying if I kill the people from the park, I'll live forever?! Whooooo! That's-" Thomas cheered.
"You're somewhat right, apprentice. We do not live forever. It is only a 'temporary' immortality." he interrupted.
"Huh?" Thomas said.
He moved to a final drawing, which showed the man with the golden dagger living normally while his brothers in robes looked like frail old men.
"You see, we only live for around three-hundred years. Our leader, on the other hand, lives for five-hundred. We normally choose another leader based on traits like intelligence, creativity, and a passion for evil." he said, laughing at the last part.
"So did you pick me to become the next leader?" Thomas asked.
"Yes, apprentice. We have reached the end of our lifespan, with our leader becoming weak and frail. Oh and another thing I forgot to mention: when you become the leader, you will gain a special power." he said.
Thomas' eyes widened, "What?! Tell me!"
"The ability to burn your enemies to ash with heat vision. But, it will only happen when you become too weak to use your physical strength."
'Holy shit. I've been through some weird stuff before, but nothing like this!' Mordecai thought.
"Seriously?! I WANT TO USE IT NOW!" he complained.
"SILENCE!" the zombie shouted.
"Sorry sir." Thomas apologized.
The zombie shuffled back over to his brothers, "Well, have I enlightened you brother?"
Benson was too shocked at everything he'd just heard, so Mordecai stepped on his foot to jerk him out of his trance.
"OW! DAMN IT- I mean, yes brother, I understand it better now! But will you excuse us for a moment?" he answered.
"Go talk brothers. We will be here chanting." the zombie replied.
Benson pulled Mordecai by the arm over to where Skips was hiding.
"Why'd you stomp on my foot Mordecai?!" he hissed.
"You weren't responding to the zombie dude!" he hissed back.
Skips spoke up, "Okay guys stop it! Tell me what happened and why Thomas showed up?"
Mordecai and Benson explained everything with Skips just standing there in shock.
"Holy crap. We need to stop them." Skips said.
"But how?" Benson asked.
"I-I don't know. I think Thomas is gone...for good." Mordecai replied, looking down in sadness.
"I'll think of a plan Mordecai. I just need to meditate on this for a few minutes." Skips said, sitting down cross-legged.
"You think we can save Thomas? I mean, he never acted like this before the trip. You think the zombies dudes have him under a spell or influenced him in some way?" Mordecai asked.
"Maybe. We'll need to wait on Skips, Mordecai. Don't worry." Benson smiled, putting a hand on Mordecai's shoulder.
"Let's get back to the wierdos. Don't want them to find out about Skips." Mordecai suggested.
When they turned back around, Thomas was right in their faces.
Meanwhile, Rigby was freaking out about being stuck in the cell with Margaret and Eileen. He darted all around the room, looking for a way out while putting his hands to his head.
"WE'RE NEVER GETTING OUT OF HERE! IT'S HOPELESS! WE-" he screamed, but was interrupted by Eileen coming up and slapping him.
"Stop it Rigby! We'll find a way out. This place is ancient after all, so the wood to the door must be weak or the metal bars are rusted and brittle." she said, analyzing the cell door.
"Thanks Eileen. How the heck are you so smart?!" he asked.
Eileen blushed, "I don't know Rigby, I guess I just read a lot and my parents made me study every night."
"Yeah...my parents just gave up on me when Don was growing up into their 'perfect little boy'." he complained in a mocking tone.
"Oh. I'm sorry Rigby." she said sadly.
"It's cool. We get along fine now." he smiled.
Margaret woke up from a nap she needed after dealing with the craziness of the past twenty-four hours, "Hey guys. Did you find a way out yet Eileen?"
"Um...no. I'm working on it though. A-ha! That's it!" she beamed and snapped her fingers.
"What'd you think of Eileen?" Rigby asked.
"Ok. Rigby, grab that bone off the skeleton over there. Margaret, I'll need your help in a minute." she replied.
Rigby scampered over to the body, "Which bone Eileen?"
"The one above the tibia and fibula."
"Uh...what?"
"It's above the patella."
"Huh?"
She slapped her forehead, "The biggest bone in the body: the femur."
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING EILEEN!" he whined.
"UGH! Margaret, can you grab the thigh bone please?"
Margaret walked over and picked up the thigh bone, "Sure. Here you go Eileen."
"Aw, what? Why didn't you just say that?!" he shouted, waving his arms in the air.
"Oh Rigby. I wanted to test your anatomy skills. You failed, horribly-" she moved over and kissed his cheek, "but you're my little idiot." she smiled, blushing again.
Rigby blushed as well, "Thanks Eileen...I think."
Eileen walked back over to Margaret and lifted up the bone to her, "You ready?"
"Yes. What are we doing?" she asked.
"Well, we're gonna break the bars off the top of the door and one of us will go through and unlock the door." she explained.
"But you're too short." Margaret said.
"I know. That's why I'm gonna stand on Rigby's shoulders."
"WHAT?!" Rigby screamed.
"Oh just come over here." she sighed, dragging him over to the door.
Rigby stood up straight while Eileen pushed up on top of him, accidentally putting her foot into his eye.
"OW!"
"Sorry!"
Margaret wanted to giggle at the whole thing, but held it back and she readied to pull the bars back.
"Ok. 3...2...1!"
They grunted, pulling the bone like a crowbar against the rusted metal.
CREAK!
"Yes! We did it!" Margaret cheered.
"Great job guys! Eileen, can you get off me now?" Rigby groaned, struggling to hold her up.
Eileen slid off him on to the floor.
"Now we just need Rigby to unlock the door. Margaret, would you lift Rigby up to the bars please?" she asked.
"AW MAN! Fine..." Rigby whined.
Margaret lifted him up to the small window and allowed him to crawl past the bars and hop down to the other side.
"I'm through guys!" he said.
"Okay! Do you see a lock?" Eileen asked.
"Uh, yeah. I don't see a key though." he replied.
"Well find it please!" Eileen ordered.
"All right geez! I'll be back in- HOLY CRAP!" he screamed.
Eileen's eyes widened in fear, "Rigby? RIBGY ARE YOU THERE?!"
There was no answer.