mordecai buried his face into rigby as he creyed. he smeled somethin. somethin that made him sleppy.
Mordecai proceeded to immediately fall into unconciousness. This was what Rigby had wanted, as he had coated the back of his neck with chloroform moments ago. He picked up the large kitchen knife he had procured before leaving the house. He slowly ran the blade over Mordecai's feathers, Watching with interest as it smoothed what was usually a mess of plumage, pulling some with it. He stopped and waited a few moments. Simply watching the sleeping figure of his "friend" below him.
Rigby took the knife's thick tip and placed it on top of the palm of Mordecai's right wing. Soon, he began applying pressure, little by little, waiting for the flesh to give way to a crimson pool. Eventually, his force proved enough to cause the appearence of blood, but he was not yet satisfied. He continued to add force, never once lifting the blade from the bird, until it had gone completely through to the ground below. He repeated this process up the entirety of Mordecai's right arm. The knife collected small amounts of dirt, as Rigby made sure it was poked fully through to the other side of the male before him.
It was once Rigby had reached near the top of the arm that Mordecai began to stirr. The bird originally did not notice anything was wrong, but, as he regained conciousness, he noticed an unimaginable pain running through his right side. As the pain of reality grew worse upon him, he began to let out a scream. This was silenced immediately by an eager pair of lips.
"You're going to be mine forever." Said a voice he recognized as his raccoon companion. "I will never let you leave me."
Rigby moved the knife up to the right shoulder. This proved to be more difficult for a variety of reasons. The first obstacle was the more obvious presence of bone. The arm bones had been significantly smaller, and entirely avoidable, but this was something he would have to stab through. The second obstacle was the squirming of the young adult below him. Mordecai had lost enough blood, and was in enough pain, that he could no longer challenge Rigby, but still, animalistic instinct led him to fight for his already forfeit life. This animalistic instinct also created the third obstacle. His screams. Rigby silenced each of his friends shouts of agony with actions of endearment. His stabbing was strong and focused, but his kisses were gentle and passionate.
After what felt like hours for one and minutes for the other, the knife finally ran clean through the armpit. Rigby took a step back from his squirming friend for a moment to admire his work. If left like this his wounds would surely become infected if they hadn't already, and, if nothing was done immediately about his blood loss, he would surely die. The crimson lake ran all around the body's right side, and some spurts had made it to the left and center as well.
Mordecai had been praying to any kind god who would listen to end his suffering, but no such god existed for him. The smaller male sat on the stomach of the other, circling his knife around the right side of the chest.
"Would you like me to make it stop?" Rigby asked, taking up a tone of concern and sympathy. Mordecai had no energy left within him to validate even hearing the question. "I'll end you're pain. I love you so much."
Rigby knew he did not have time left to repeat his ritual on the other side of Mordecai's body, and so he let his lover off the hook, just this once, and stabbed into the chest, ending what had felt like eternal suffering.
Rigby made sure to keep the body well preserved, and always made sure Mordecai was "well loved." He did this for one reason only. Because Rigby likes Mordecai more than any girl. Its true.
Everyone you love will eventually die. Be it at your hands or someone else's
Thanks for the review LionLover23. None of this would have been possible if I had not been inspired by your well thought out, and insightful criticism.