Regular Murder: First Drawings

                     Regular Murder: The first bloodletting…
It was a normal day at the park; sun was shining, birds chirping, and the wind blowing a gentle, refreshing morning breeze. An unusual sight is seen in the sky, many leaves fluttering in the cooling breeze. Benson, the Park Manager stood up from the stairs to see the leaves and to only think to him, "I wonder if those leaves are looking down at us thinking how lucky we are for our long lives…" Benson's tranquility was ruined by the screech of his Walkie-Talkie with Mordecai and Rigby yelling back and forth, a rustling in the background. "Apparently, there is yelling to be done…" Benson thought to himself as he turned on his cart. He drove over to the friends, finding out where those leave came from. "I TOLD YOU TO CLEAN UP THESE LEAVES ALREADY!!" Benson was seriously angry at himself for having such a peaceful and tranquil thought, knowing Mordecai and Rigby caused it. Mordecai and Rigby both straightened themselves up and began to clean up their mess. As Benson began to drive away, he began thinking about other things. He didn't hate Mordecai and Rigby, they were just lazy slackers, and he was a type of gumball machine that knew work came before play. Benson looked around and found out that he left his clipboard on the stairs. In his anger, he must have stormed off without it. He parked and walked up to the stairs, the clipboard not there. He noticed a figure standing right by one of the trees next to the house. "Hey! Who are you?" Benson shouted from the stairwell. No replies came from the masked figure. Benson thought maybe they were just drawing, something chilling. Benson turned around and almost lost the cap on his head, the figure, in a dark purple jacket with light blue jeans was right in front of him, closing in towards his face. Benson tried to push him away but he grabbed him arms and became even closer to his face, sliding to the side, saying very little: "I know how you anger festers inside of you… I can help you be rid of those whom you aren't all too happy with…" Benson had his eyes closed so tight that he didn't want to open his eyes even a pinch to see the stranger in front of him. Benson felt a depression in his hand, opened his eyes to find a letter, sealed and addressed to a name that was too illegible to read. Benson walked inside and threw the letter on the table and saw his clipboard on the couch in the living room. He hadn't gone back to the house for the rest of the day, the first hour and a half he was tormented by the strange words along with the hope of finding no letter but he was just having a strange dream or something of that nature. After the tormenting thoughts, he yelled at Mordo and Rigby and he forgot all about it. He actually came home to find the note totally gone, Benson finally thinking something was looking up for himself. He decided to stay at the house and help make dinner and hang out with his friends. It seemed to get dark really quickly though, quite peculiar because it was summertime. Benson walked upstairs and looked out the window and some clouds were just passing over. He walked back downstairs and he met up with the others. "Hey Benson, are you going to be getting home? It's getting kind of dark…" Mordecai suggested. "Hey it's alright, we are having a good time, right? " Benson sat on the couch and everyone curled up and they watched a movie, Pops was quickly asleep so then they could watch 'their' kind of movie, a good scary one. Pops was tired, as planned and he walked upstairs for bed. Once he was gone, everyone got out candy and turned on a really good horror. Not even fifteen minutes into the movies, a loud thud was heard upstairs, followed by a dragging sound. Benson and Skips rushed to the scene, seeing it was Pops laying sound asleep in his bed. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed over head, rain poured over the house like hail penetrating a car windshield. Benson and Skips found themselves stupefied standing in Pops' room to have nothing going on. The house seemed to shudder as a scream of complete terror came from downstairs; it was clearly Rigby's. Benson rushed down only seeing Rigby was hiding under a blanket watching the show. Everyone else was waiting anxiously for something else to go on. Benson walked back up to Skips and they stood next to Pops and tried waking him up and he woke up and asked what was going on. Benson and Skips asked him if he knew but he had nothing to comply to. With Pops asleep, the two walked back downstairs as the others were screaming in horror. "Okay guys, it shouldn't be all to sca—" Benson's sentence was halted as he and Skips stood in horror, seeing that bloody hand scuffles were dragged from the TV to the outside, the door had been slamming and opening repeatedly, rain was pouring as thunder boomed overhead. Muscle Man and HFG were in the kitchen, sitting in complete horror of the scene that unfolded a minute ago. Benson and Skips ran outside and saw a trail of blood being dissolved by the rain. Benson ran for it, finding that Mordecai was lying in the middle of the road. "Oh my god… this is my entire fault…" Benson was horrified. He bent over Mordecai and notices that instead of dead, he was crying. He picked up Mordecai and asked him were Rigby had gone. Not a simple word came from him but "He was stolen…" Mordecai fainted and Benson dragged him back to the house, the door's energetic slamming had stopped. Everything had actually become clean and very neat. Everyone had been hiding in Pop's room, so they couldn't tell the cleaning story but wherever Rigby was, they needed to find him, FAST. Mordecai was shivering and muttering odd words, not understandable to any of them. All of them had then slept in Pops' room and had a hunch; this wasn't the end to this bloodshed.