Welp guys, here's my third Regular Show fic that isn't related to futureauthor13's "It Runs in the Family". This story is going to have a much much more different tone than that. WARNING: This story is not for those who cry easily. So if you're what you'd call "faint of heart" then get the fuck out of here right now. I'm serious, GTFO. If you can't handle sad shit then this isn't the story fro you. But if you decide to completely disregard this warning then by all means go on. After all, it won't be depressing throughout the ENTIRE story. :P

HERE WE GO! W00T!

September 11th, 2001.

A thirteen year old Mordecai sat on the plane that was only a little while away from bringing him home. Next to him, sitting in the window seat, was his five year old sister, Helena. But she prefered to be called by her middle name, Kelly. In the row in front of them were there parents, Cynthia and Malachi.

"Mordy?" asked Helena, "How wong until the pwane wands?"

The adolescent groaned.

"Kelly, I thought I told you not to call me Mordy...and we land in under an hour. How are you-" Mordecai was interrupted by a yell.

"EVERYBODY DOWN! THIS IS A PLANE JACKING!" screamed a man as he and several others pulled out a gun.

Mordecai blacked out in a fit of fear. When he snapped out of it, he looked at his surroundings. The plane was going down, his sister hanging on to him for dear life. The hijackers and pilots were dead. Mordecai watched as the large field grew closer.

Mordecai opened his eyes.

No fucking way am I alive! he thought to himself as he looked around. He saw the remnants of a destroyed plane, and dead body after dead body...

"MOM? DAD?" he looked over to the bodies of his parents.

They were dead.

"N-No...NO!"

He looked around, more distraught than he had ever been in his life.

"HELENA?" he called out. "HELENA?"

There was no answer.

"Oh, no! No! No! No! No! No!" He said when he wasn't able to find his sister. He stopped when he saw a wing sticking out from under a seat. He lifted it and threw it aside. It was Helena.

"K-Kelly? Helena Kelly? Sis, please, speak to me..." said Mordecai, tears running down his eyes. He checked her pulse.

She was still alive, just unconscious.

"THANK YOU MERCIFUL LORD!" shouted out Mordecai. He then heard sirens in the distance.

Cops... he thought to himself. The last people Mordecai trusted was the police. In his hometown, the police were never to be trusted. They were corrupt. Out of line. The Italian Mafia could have done a better job then they could.

Mordecai picked up his sister and fled the scene. Mordecai looked at his arm, and saw a piece of shrapnel in it.

Oh shit! thought Mordecai. He put his sister down, and on the count of three, he yanked the shrapnel out of his bloody arm. He ripped off some of this soot-stained shirt and wrapped it around the wound, just too stop the bleeding. He approached the road, his sister still on his back. It began to pour. He saw a sign next to the road. It read:

Our Lady of Sorrows Home for Girls, 1/4 Miles.

Mordecai had an idea, but he didn't like it at all.

But at this point, he didn't care as long as it meant his sister would live.

After what seemed like hours of walking in the rain, he approached the door of the Girls-Only Orphanage. He placed his sister down, propped up against the brick railing by the big 70's-looking wooden doors. He took a long look at his sister and cried some more. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his no tattered wallet. The only thing that wasn't completely mangled was a picture of him with Helena on his shoulders that was taken the past summer. That seemed like such a long time ago now. He looked around, and saw a trashcan with a convienently located chewed-up but not broken pen on it. He got up and grabbed it, and then scribbled a little bit on the back of the picture to see if it still worked. To his surprise, it did. Luckily, he was under an awning so the picture wouldn't get wet. He wrote a note on the back of a flier for sunday mass that someone had discarded onto the ground, folded it, and tucked it inside Helena's shirt, along with the picture. He gave her one last hug and long kiss on the forehead to the unconscious toddler.

"Helena...I know you can't hear me. But I'm hoping this will stay in your head forever. My name is Mordecai, and I am your big brother. You're not gonna see me for a while, probably not for the rest of your life. I just want you too know that no matter what, I'll always love you. I'm sorry for all the times I was a jerk when I wouldn't let you touch my video games. You're my last family and closest living family member. Grandma and Grandpa died a while back...and Dad was an orphan. Mom and Dad are dead. I'm giving you up to this home so I can ensure that you don't die young. I'll love you forever, and I won't ever forget you."

Mordecai kissed her on the forehead one last time. Then, with a heavy heart, he stood up and knocked on the door three times as hard as he could. After that, he ducked behind the railing so he wouldn't be scene. A nun came out.

"Oh dear," he heard her say, "looks like someone left there little girl here. Well, dearie, welcome to your new home. Never more will you be hurt, never more will you be abused, and never more shall you go hungry."

The nun picked up the unconscious child and carried her inside.

Mordecai ran away until he was miles and miles and miles away from the orphanage. It was mid-day by now, and he spotted a trucker stop by the edge of the road. He walked inside. He needed to be out of the rain. There was a T.V. on. It was showing the crash site of the plane.

"-And there were no survivors, unfortunately. Now, here's Anderson with the Weather."

Mordecai stopped watching.

No survivors, eh? he thought. He sat down in the lounge-like area that was by the bar where some truckers were eating a hearty lunch. Mordecai sat there for hours. He didn't know what he was gonna do, where he was gonna go, or how we was gonna stay alive. After a while, he just stopped caring.

All of the sudden, a waitress came up to him.

"Hey kid, you've been here all day. We're closi- Jesus, kid! What happened to you?"

Mordecai looked down. He didn't want to talk. The waitress sat down next to him. "C'mon, kid. Tell me what's up. What's your name?"

"...Mordecai. My name is Mordecai."

"You look like you were in a plane cra-" the gears turned in her head. "Oh my god! You survived the-"

"Yes! I survived, okay?" snapped Mordecai, in a fit of angry tears. "My parents are dead, I just carried my sister to an orphanage runned by nuns, and I have a gash in my arm! So yes, I'm alive. But what's the point? My family's gone, I'm miles away from home, I don't have any family members to go to, and as far as the media is concerned I no longer exist!" he exclaimed. The waitress was taken aback.

"Kid- erm, Mordecai...I don't know what to say."

"Just go. I'll survive on my own."

"I can't leave an adolescent out here by himself! C'mon, I'm taking you home with me."

Mordecai pondered that.

"I'm not sure..."

"How does a grilled cheese sound right now?"

"...pretty fuckin' good..." muttered Mordecai.

"My name is Miranda," said the waitress, "Now let's get you to your New home."

10 Years Later.

Kelly woke up in her room. The 15 year old avian stretched her wings. It was her 15th birthday. Kelly never really enjoyed her birthdays. She never got presents, nor did she have friends to celebrate with. Little did she know that this year would be different.

She walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She was a fully developed, young woman now. She stripped herself of her clothes and but on her bathrobe. Kelly then grabbed a clean set of clothes and headed off towards to bathing "room" as the Nuns would call it. It was basically a large locker room where the inhabitants (namely girls) of the orphanage would shower, brush there teeth, pretty much just get ready for their day. Kelly hung her clothes where they wouldn't get wet, and discarded her bathrobe. She stepped up to a shower head. She was glad for two things- one, she wasn't self-conscious, and two, she glad this was a girls-only orphanage. A bunch of dudes showering together meant rape, but a bunch of teenage girls showering together is every pedophile's dream. Thank god it was only girls. Kelly wasn't sexest, she was just looking on the brightside of living with nuns.

She relaxed her body as the warm water hit her. After her shower, she dried her self off and put her clothes on. Her outfit consisted of a black tank top with the word "REVENGE" written in red, symbolizing her favorite band, My Chemical Romance. Over that, she wore a light grey zip-up hoodie with the zip undone, so her tank top was visible. As for pants, she wore navy blue jeans. Luckily for her, the Nuns weren't strict about dress code. Just nothing extremely revealing.

Kelly was more than grateful for the small freedoms she had, but she didn't enjoy life in the orphanage. The Nuns were often rough, if something was done wrong, the punishment was get whipped with a metal ruler. Kelly was no exception. She was somewhat of a rebel. Her blistered knuckles were proof of that.

Kelly exited the bathroom after brushing her teeth and performing the last excersises of her morning routine, and went back to her room. On the wall next to her mirror, she had enscribed the code by which she had lived by:

"I will not stop being who I am, I won't ever take anybody's shit, and I won't let my enemies take me alive. I am not afraid to keep on living, and I am not afraid to walk this world alone."

The P.A. System came on.

"Will Sister Helena Kelly please report to the main office please, Thank You."

"Shit! What is it this time?" she groaned to herself. She made her way to the main office. She entered and took a seat.

"Good Morning, Headmaster Theresa." said Kelly, in fake polite tone.

"Good Morning, Sister Helena. Happy Birthday. 15 is a large milestone in your life."

"Headmaster, that's what you say every year." replied Kelly. The Headmaster chuckled aloud.

"Ha, I guess I do. But I'm talking about your life in particular." Headmaster Theresa pulled out Kelly's personal record. "Helena, sweetie, how far back can you remember?"

"I can't remember anything before age five." she had replied. "It's all so blurry...I do have one memory, though...I was very little...there was someone...speaking to me...a boy...my eyes were closed, but I felt like I was seeing through my brain or something and...ah!" she groaned in agony as sharp pains shot through her head.

"Calm yourself, child. I will tell you of your past. Look at this." Headmaster Theresa pulled out the now slightly faded picture that Mordecai had left her with.

"T-That's him! That's the boy from my memory!" exclaimed Kelly. "I-Is that me on his shoulders?" she asked.

"Indeed so. That is your older brother."

"I have a brother?"

"Indeed you do. The boy must be in his 20's by now. He also left this note when he dropped you off at this orphanage. Here, child. Read it." Headmaster Theresa handed Kelly the crinkled flier that Mordecai had written on so many years before.

"Free Coffee at Sunday Mass?" she read aloud.

"No, child! On the other side!" exclaimed the Headmaster.

"Oh...whoops." Kelly turned the paper over and read the note.

It read:

To whom it may concern,

Hello. This is my sister Helena Kelly Quintel. She hates the name Helena, so please just call her Kelly. I am his older brother. We are the only two survivors of a plane crash that just took place about a fourth of a mile up the road. I am leaving my sister in the care of this home because I know I'll never be able to provide for her. I'm 13, my-erm, our parents are dead, and I'm not even sure if I'll be able to stay alive long enough on my own to see my hometown again.

Please, take good care of my sister. I love her with all my heart and that's how it'll stay.

Sincerely,

Mordecai James Quintel

Kelly was stunned. "M-My...brother..."

"He loved you very much Kelly, he wanted you too grow up healthy. That's why he left you here."

"I have to find him! I need to meet him!" said Kelly frantically.

"Settle down, child." started Headmaster Theresa, "This brings me to my next point. My resources tell me that your brother was adopted by a waitress named Miranda Fairbough shortly after you were dropped off here. Her residence is out in Twin Peaks City."

"My brother lives in Twin Peaks? That's a full night's drive away! How the fu-heck am I going to get there?"

"Easy," said Headmaster Theresa. "I am going to take you."

"Really? But who will be running the orphanage here?"

"My cousin Amanda has offered to step in while I'm gone, and I graciously accepted that offer."

"Oh, thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" said Kelly as she hugged Headmaster Theresa.

"Ha, calm yourself, young one. Here, take the picture and the note and go pack your things. We leave tonight."

"Again, thank you so much!"

"Of course, child. Now go, prepare to be reunited with your brother."

"I will!" said Kelly as she ran back to her room, nearly bouncing off the walls with joy and excitement.

Once in her room, she looked at the picture once more.

"I'm coming, big brother..."

*PHEW* Finally done with the super long intro! Over 2500 words! This took like 2 hours to write! Anyway, thank you for reading! PLEASE REVIEW TELLING ME WHAT YOU THINK!

Thanks!

-Nikko Out.