Regular Show: Final Infection Part 1

Part 1 of Final Infection. It's been a month since the events of 'Do or Diaper', and Mordecai still seeks his right Moment with the girl of his dreams. But when the mysterious Tony Lear's enters the life of he and his friends, that right moment may come sooner than he thought.

My first ever rated M, starting in chapter 11

Chapter 1: Intro
Flashes. Flashes. Flashes. That was all the young, seventeen year old, bright royal blue macaw could see. Flashes of every last memory he ever had were appearing before his eyes.

The memories were not pleasant, for they showed him nothing but the death and destruction that were his life. From the earliest memories as a nine year old when his parents were shot to death in front of him, to spending his ninth year as a filthy scavenger, to being imprisoned and mutated in a skyscraper in New York, to killing anyone in his path just to escape, to indescribable rape in Mexico, to crashing into several parade floats in Rio de Janero, to losing his arm in Beirut Lebanon, all the way down to killing the light grey immortal who destroyed his life.

While all of this happened to the boy, he saw that his life wasn’t the only one’s lost forever. For there were also several others were standing with him as he looked down at the immortal, the killer, the monster that did so many indescribable things to him, was now just another victim whose life he mercilessly took away and added to the list of forgotten killings he was forced to commit just so he could get on with his life.

Another macaw: twenty eight years old, and dark red, stood near him. He was the boy’s older brother, and last shard of family that he had left in the world. He was glairing down at the female light blue macaw who robbed him of his virginity and so many other things.

He had always dreamed of the chance he would be able to kill her, and now the deed was done. The man continued to glare at the female and panted in satisfaction of the fact that he had finally finished what he planned to start so very long ago. It was such a good feeling, that he no longer had a need to fear death, for there was almost no more need for him to live. Almost.

The man turned to face his brother, and put his left arm around his shoulder as he began to lead him, and the others out of the collapsing building. None of them were afraid; none of them had any more reason to be afraid, for there was nothing left in the world that could give them anything close to the word or feeling: Fear.

As they exited the collapsing facility, they were almost shocked to see several people taking pictures of them. You see, this was the very first time ever when these boys and girls (and the destruction they caused) was actually caught red handed by the fuzz; and it was rather surprising to see that someone actually took notice of them.

As the group continued to walk down the Ibiza streets, the boys did not take any notice of the camera crew as they began to leave the city. They didn’t care about the attention anymore. They didn’t even care if they were going to be apprehended.

None of that even mattered anymore.

…Thirty years after Ibiza crisis…

Multiple spots of North Carolina’s city streets were housing those who were rather different from the others.

As such, in a local prison, a certain prisoner was being released from custody…again.

He was dark blue macaw with blackish purple eyes, and a white beak and legs. His head was cut and recently trimmed, and his bright orange prison uniform was a near seconds away from being replaced with a neat blue coat with gold-yellow sleeves, light tan jeans, purple shoes, large dark purple sunglasses, and a matching purple fedora.

As the dark blue exited the prison peacefully, he barely took notice of the bright yellow macaw with dark tan legs and beak, a white headband, bright Peridot green eyes with white pupils, a tan silk vest over a green and red shirt and orange shorts with brown boots.

As the bright yellow proceeded to exit the indoor firing range he was in, he calmly secured a judge magnum in its case while passing a crimson red macaw.

The crimson red had a dark grey beak and legs, was wearing a brown fedora smaller than the dark blue’s, a pair of dark metallic red sunglasses, a mustache that had a large beard to go with it, a black coat with dark grey pants and shoes, a red shirt that he wore under his coat, and a gold colored belt with metallic red hinges.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The crimson red walked across the street and onto a bench that rested near a bus stop as casual a silver macaw was silently running on the rooftops nearby. He had odd purple, white and red eyes, and was wearing a black jacket with matching gloves and dark brown pants with dark red boots. He also had a small scar on his left cheek and had a faint beard with sideburns.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The casual silver continued to run across the rooftops in perfect form, jumping onto a train that was approaching the station, and housing a dark grey. He had a blue beak with legs, and was wearing a grey dress shirt with black pants and a black tie; and also had small brown reading specs with a small Chinese hat.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The dark grey strolled out of the train and station, holding a suitcase as he walked; and not even bothering to take notice of a royal blue macaw exiting a taxi. The royal blue had a dark mustache, sole patch and goatee, and wore Elvis sunglasses with chrome metal and red lenses, and he had a greyish blue beak and legs (along with several scars on the left side of his face), and was wearing a dark grey jacket with a light yellow collar over an odd green vest with a pink heart necklace, blue jeans, and brown shoes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The royal blue walked around the city block he was in, and sat next to a sleeping dark red macaw on the other side of the bench. The dark red (like the royal blue) had several scars on his face that were mostly covered with a grey beard, and he had dark tan legs and a beak. He was wearing chrome reflective aviator sunglasses, and a grey suit with a black collar and cuffs, a reddish brown tie, and black adult shoes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The dark red woke up several minutes later, not the slightest bit surprised that he was alone.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…Several hours later…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The dark red was sitting at his house by himself, lounging on a futon as he continued to watch his favorite programs; calmly waiting for his mate and daughter to return from their time out together. As he continued his time of relaxation, a knock suddenly went on the door. He calmly stood up, walked to his front door and opened it, calmly smiling as he saw the royal blue was outside with the crimson red.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">About fifteen minutes later, the three were accompanied by the dark grey, dark blue, and casual silver; each happy to see the three.