Author's Note: Good new everyone, my punishment has been lifted! I'm back! :D This is my first time writing a supernatural chapter for regular show, so I will try to make it good. Also while editing this, I was listening to Bonnie Tyler's "I need a Hero" and couldn't help but fit this with the chapter. XD the song is just that good. Here we go…
Angry Souls
"What just happened?" Skips asked as he came to see the damage.
"Rigby dropped the bowling ball," I said giving Rigby a cold stare.
"I said I was sorry!" Rigby pleaded while throwing his arms up in the air.
"Not the one Death gave you, right?"
Rigby and I looked at each other worried. Whenever Skips asked a question liked that, it usually meant something was wrong. We both nodded our heads at him.
"Oh no."
"What do you mean 'oh no'?" I stuttered.
"Think about it you guys; that ball had hundreds, if not thousands of souls trapped in it for Lord knows how long. What do think happens when a lot of pissed off souls finally get a chance to roam again?"
"Wa-wait, so you mean…" I was cut off as my attention focused on the ball. The mist started to make its way up the steps and into an open door. We all anticipated the worse. A twisted laugh started to echo across the hall, a very familiar laugh. A big headed silhouette appeared at the top of the steps.
"Aw sick!" I said in disgust.
"What?" Rigby asked.
"He's naked…again." As if seeing Pops naked before was bad, seeing him like this would leave me with nightmares. His clear skin was now a grotesque green, and was more winkled than before. His smile was now a growl and his eyes were bloodshot red. He slowly crawled down the stairs with his eyes locked on us.
"Quick! Hit him!" Rigby said as he grabbed a nearby lamp.
"Wait! Don't do it!" Skips yelled.
"Why?"
"Because Pops is still in there; he may be possessed, but he still has his soul. Watch!" Skips went into the kitchen and grabbed a pair of keys from the drawer. He came back and started to rattle them loudly. Pops snapped his head toward the key and started to giggle like he usually does. He slowly crept towards Skips to get a closer look at the keys. Skips lead Pops to the hall closet and opened the door. He then tossed the keys inside: Pops ran in after the keys and Skips shut the door. He lodged a chair from the kitchen under the doorknob. A loud scream could be heard from inside the closet, and the door vibrated from the excessive banging.
"Quick! Seal that ball!" Skips yelled.
Rigby and I got all the tape we could gather and sealed it up as best as we could.
"There," I said as I held my sides in approval. "That should do i-"
The ball soon exploded with a beam of light and knocked all of us back. It made its way straight up into the sky and obliterated the roof. Why is it that every time something bad happens, the house ALWAYS gets destroyed? The sky lit up and the beam separated into multiple beams going in different directions.
"Okay this is bad," Skips said.
"What gonna happen now?" I asked.
"Well now that the mist is out of the open, more people could probably be possessed. My guess is that the souls in that bowling ball had a reason for being there in the first place."
"Which means?"
"They could have been criminals, psychos, either way souls belong in one of two places: Heaven or Hell, not a purgatory like state. That just complicates things. If they've already possessed some bodies, it's possible they will act like they did when they were alive."
"So this means we have a bunch of escaped convicts on the loose, and they're using new bodies to their advantage."
"Yep."
"But wait what about the soul that took over Pops? That one acted more like a zombie."
"That was probably a demon. I really don't know what could be in that ball."
"Convicts AND demons? Great."
"I think Death could probably help. I'll have to summon him; in the mean time you two fend off the attackers but remember; people who are possessed are still themselves inside. No matter how they act they can still be saved, do not kill, just knock them out." And with that Skips went off to his garage, leaving us with an army of souls ready for payback. I got a baseball bat and Rigby grabbed a hammer.
"Ok when we go out there, we have to be prepared for anything."
"Dude we fought a bunch of zombies, how hard can this be?"
"We can't kill them this time, didn't you hear Skips?"
A hard knock on the door could be heard. We readied our weapons. I slowly walked towards the door and yelled, "Who are you?"
"It's Eileen," the voice said with fear
"Open it!" Rigby screamed.
I slowly turned the doorknob and Eileen rushed inside and ran towards Rigby. She hugged him tight, with tears running down her face. "It's awful! It's awful!" she cried. "They wanted to kill me! They wanted to rape me!"
"Figures: most of them are criminal…or demons," I said
"DEMONS?" her eyes widened.
"Look there's nothing to be worried about. We'll protect you," Rigby said holding Eileen tighter. It's amazing how love can change a man that quickly.
"It's her! Get her!" A deep voice yelled. Dozens of demented screams were heard as a group of people started sprinting towards the house; all of their eyes bloodshot red. I pulled my bat back and as the first one entered the doorway, I swung at full force. He screamed in pain as the bat made contact with his head, "Ow!" a lighter voice screamed.
"Shut up!" a deeper voice responded in the same body. Skips was right. Those people are still in there. A mist came out of the body, "This one is too weak. I need to find one more my style." It flew out of the door and disappeared
More people rushed into the house with blood curdling screams. They grabbed Eileen by her ankles and tried to grab her. Rigby and I tried forcing them off but they were too strong. They slowly dragged her out of the house but Rigby refused to let go, he was dragged along with her. They were both pulled out of the house. I ran after them but was shocked by what I saw outside.
The sky was filled with smoke and flames were seen in the distance. People who weren't possessed were screaming and crying. The buildings were engulfed in flames. Only one thought could come to mind. The coffee shop.
"MARGARET!" I yelled as charged into the oncoming chaos.
[3rd POV]
Skips searched through dozens of his books, throwing them on the ground and tossing things about. He was getting frustrated. He had to summon Death. It was the only thing that could solve this. He realized there was one drastic thing to do. Kill someone.
No! He thought. But what was one life compared to hundreds being lost if he didn't do it? He had done something like that in his mysterious past. Something he wasn't proud of: the same thing that Death blackmailed him with before the bowling match. Alas, he had couldn't think of anything else. He walked outside and sighed at the horror that was being displayed; it was all too familiar. He looked around for someone who wasn't possessed. He soon spotted a young man with blond hair and glasses. Skips skipped toward him, palms sweating.
"What do you want from me?" the man cried. He was hiding under a bench. Skips breathed heavily and slowly picked up the man.
His heart grew heavy as he grabbed the man's head. "I'm sorry," Skips whispered as he snapped the man's neck. He fell out of Skips grasp and his wallet slipped out of his pocket. Skips picked it up and looked inside. There was a small picture of the man and a longed haired woman who seemed to be pregnant.
I gotta make amends someday.
All of a sudden a green portal appeared and a chopper drove out of it. The skeletal man removed his black hood and smiled as he got off. "Well, well, well: Looks like history is repeating itself. What's the occasion this time Skips old boy?" Death said smugly.
Skips grabs Death by the collar and pulls closer. "Why did you do this?" Skips yelled.
"Do what?"
"Keeping souls in a bowling ball. You're the Grim Reaper. Your job is to send souls to either Heaven or Hell, not in a goddamn bowling ball.
"It was just a hobby. Besides, who's the blok that cracked it?"
"Rigby."
"Of course. Knew I shouldn't have given it to that wanker."
"Enough of that. Listen, how do we fix this?"
"Look the whole sending them to Heaven or Hell thing, that's God's job. I just put them in line."
"In line?"
"Yeah. You see God has this filter that pretty much scans the souls to see if they should go to Heaven or Hell, then it automatically beams them there. HE does the judgment thing later. All the souls wait in line to get scanned."
"We need that filter."
"I'll have to ask him for it. Although I don't think he'll be too happy with the fact that I've been keeping some of the souls in a bowling ball," Death said as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Well that's too bad for you then. Call him!" Skips yelled.
"Okay, okay," Death pulled out his phone and dialed a long number. He waited as the phone began to ring. A deep voice could be heard softy over the phone.
"Yes hello God we need your help…no not that, listen we have a bit of a demon problem…yeah you see for that past couple of years I've keep some in a bowling ball and-" loud screaming could be heard from the phone. "Yes I know it sounds bad…I'm sorry…okay you don't need to call me that…okay, okay but I have a solution…yes we need 'The Filter'…" Death covered the phone with his hand. "He says it's in use."
"Well when can we use it?" Skips asked.
"When can we use it?" Death said into the phone. "Mhm. Okay." Death hung up the phone and looked at Skips, "HE said he'll try to make it available in ten minutes.
[Back to the regular POV]
I slowly looked around the coffee shop. It was dark and silent. I soon remembered that Margaret was sick and at home. I rushed to her house avoiding any demons I could. It wasn't easy though, I had to sneak my way past possess, pay attention to my surroundings at all cost and remember to keep my cool. It wasn't long until after I made it to her house. It was unscathed but all the lights were out. I really should have brought a flashlight with me. I slowly made my way to the door and knocked. No one answered. I then grabbed the doorknob and it turned and opened the door. Something wasn't right. I walked inside the house, my heart thumping. The sound of a glass breaking was heard from the kitchen. I ran in there and couldn't believe what I was seeing. A red robin wearing nothing but a t-shirt and undies was on her knees searching for something in a cabinet under the sink. Her body twitched violently and her wings were bent out of shape.
Margaret
No! Not Margaret! Not my Margaret! I crept towards her, bat at the ready, and tapped her on the shoulder. She quickly turned around and screamed at me. I fell back in horror. She soon started to laugh menacingly in a deep voice.
"Oh I love it when people scare so easily," she laughed.
I quickly got up and held my bat tight. "Who the fuck are you?" I yelled.
"Just a man who hates your kind."
"What?"
"Do you remember someone named Philip?"
It took me a while to think about it until on name came to mind.
"I had an uncle named Philip."
"And just how did he die?"
"He was kille-…wait…you mean you…you're the one that-"
"Yes, I killed your uncle. They called me the 'Animal Hunter'."
It all came back to me. When I was in my late teens, my uncle had been murdered. The police reported that a serial killer was on the loose and he was one of the unfortunate victims. People called him the Animal Hunter due to the fact that he killed creature like Rigby and I. Anthromorphs. His psyche report stated that he hated creatures like us, thought it was unnatural for animals to walk among humans, but we've always existed so why the sudden hate? It never made sense. He was soon shot and killed when they finally caught him.
"Wait if you hate our kind so much, why is it that you're in one right now?"
"I have created a new way of killing. Enter people's bodies, stab them against their will, and then leave their body to rot while I go to another body. She's next." She grabbed a knife from the counter and aimed it towards her chest. "Say goodbye to you bird friend."
"NO!" I grabbed her arm and forced the knife down. I had to sedate her, but that would mean hitting her. I couldn't bring myself to do that. She went for my neck and started to choke me. I had to make a choice. It punched her in the face and she fell back. I'm so sorry Margaret.
She turned her head to me and opened her mouth, "Mordecai?" her regular voice said. "What's going on?"
"Listen Margaret, I don't know how to explain this to you, but I need you to stay calm."
"Okay, okay I-"
"NO! This body is mine," the deep voice said from her body.
"Mordecai what's going on?"
"Mordecai can't save you!"
"Mordecai!"
"Don't do it Mordecai, one wrong move and I'll stab her myself."
It was a horrible sight. Seeing her conflict with herself like that. I could only imagine the horror she must have felt having someone else inside her, trying to control her. Just then, Skips' voice came over my walkie talkie.
"Mordecai, I need you at the park now! We've found a way to fix this."
I mustered up enough courage to think of a plan. I yelled at the possessed Margaret, "Hey Animal Hunter, follow me and you'll have plenty more to kill."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea. Come here!" he made Margaret lunge at me, but I stepped out of the way. I got out of the house and ran as if my life depended on it, which it did. I had to get to the park; for Margaret, for everyone.
Margaret couldn't control herself now. She was now at the will of the Animal Hunter. He wasn't easy to outrun, along with the fact that tripped over dozens of dead bodies. My muscles were aching. I couldn't go any further. I collapsed with only a few feet to go. I could see Skips in the distance yelling as loud as he could to get my attention. I tried to answer but I could barely catch my breath. I stretched my arms out, begging for someone to help me. My life started to flash before my eyes; this was it. I looked back on how I abandoned Rigby and Eileen to help Margaret. I didn't want to do that, I didn't want to leave, but I wanted to save Margaret. I was a disgrace to them. I started to feel Margaret's wings grab my ankle.
"Margaret! Please I know you're in there! Listen to my voice! Please!" I yelled raspingly. She started to choke me and got tighter every five seconds. I looked into her eyes, they weren't the eyes I loved; bloodshot red. This wasn't Margaret. Her hold on me was gone as she flew back. I looked up and saw Rigby holding a shovel with Eileen on his side. They were both covered in bruises, gashes and cuts.
"How…how did you two-"
"No time for that, you need to see this," Rigby said assertively. Rigby grabbed me by my right wing and Eileen by my left. They picked me up and I limped with them with my arms around them. I saw Skips and Death standing next to a golden statue. It stood about 9 feet tall with an angel holding a balance, with a blindfold over its eyes.
"This is 'The Filter," Skips said to us as we got closer. "All I have to do is pull the lever and it will suck up any soul out of the open and send them to their rightful place."
"Well pull it, cause we're sitting ducks right now with the Animal Hunter behind us," I said. In the distance, Margaret stood up and cracked her neck, then laughed in a deep tone.
"PULL IT!" I yelled.
With that Skips nodded and grabbed the lever and gave it a big pull. I bright light started to shine through the angel's blindfold and went up into the sky. Like a vacuum, it started to attract the green mist and all made its way back in her eyes. The ground started to crack, and the clouds spread wide open to reveal a welcoming glow. Heaven and Hell were opening for the spirits. There were shouts of terror and some with cheer as all the souls we soon sent to their rightful homes. I looked at Margaret and saw her body begin to slump down as the spirit of the Animal Hunter was sent down below. He screamed at the top of his lungs and it sent chills through my spine. It was all clearing up, everything. I ran towards Margaret and held her in my arms. She wasn't moving, but then her eyes slowly started to open and a look of confusion showed on her face.
"Mordeca-" I picked her up and hugged her tight before she could even finish.
"It's gonna be okay," I whispered as tears went down my face. I kissed her on the cheek and suddenly started to get red.
"Mordecai what's gotten into you," she blushed.
"I'll explain everything. For now, just…just relax," I said as I continued to hold her. She slowly wrapped her wings around me and held me tighter. I could feel her heart beating fast against my chest. I rubbed the back of her head to calm her down.
"HELP!" A familiar voice screamed.
Everyone turned their heads to the screaming and saw HFG being sucked in; we all tried with all our might to pull him back, but it was hopeless he was forcefully pulled from our grasp and into the angel's eyes. The beam of light was gone; the clouds closed up and the ground was sealed.
"Fives!" Muscleman yelled as he ran towards the statue. Where the hell has he been all this time? We all looked up into the sky with tears in our eyes. Even Eileen and Margaret, not really knowing HFG couldn't help but feel heavyhearted. We gazed at the stars in the sky and saw something incredible. The stars aligned themselves into a giant hand, shaped into a high five. He was in a better place. He was home.
Rigby and Eileen were amazed at what they saw. They stared into each other's eyes and shared a kiss. Margaret and I hugged each other and Skips and Death shook hands.
There was one thing that couldn't escape my mind though. Benson's gonna be pissed.
So what did you all think? To be honest I enjoyed writing this chapter. You were right AvengeEightFold, this story did need a little bit of supernatural to perk it up a bit. Just to clarify, I did say this story was based off of true events I went through, but that's why I said based. All the secrets behind this story will be revealed at the end of the entire thing, but I before anyone comes to an conclusion, my uncle was never killed. I'm just saying that, just in case someone thinks that. And I apologize to all the HFG fans. I was planning to kill off Muscleman in this chapter, but I think killing off HFG made more sense to the chapter, then just randomly killing off Muscleman. Even though I really wanted to :) Also no possible offense was meant when I mentioned God and 'The Filter' that was just my imagination. When you think about it, it could be possible *shrugs* :) All the holes in this chapter will be filled in the next chapter such as how Eileen and Rigby survived, or where everyone else was during the attack. Leave a review, and a HAPPY NEW YEAR to all of you! :D
[Epilogue: 3rd POV]
Light knocking was heard from inside the closet.
"Hello?" Pops said softly. "Is anyone out there? Why am in here and why am I naked? Oh bad show, really bad show!"