Revenge is a Delicacy

A The Penguins of Madagascar Story

By:

Ocean3209

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Hans: Welcome to my sister's story! It's about highschool drama.

Clemson: Why isn't she introducing her story?

Kitka&Me: *storms in room* *locks it* *laughing*

Hans: What did you two do?

Rhonda: *from across the zoo* OCEAN! KITKA!

Kitka&Me: *laughing*

Well R&R+ENJOY!


Prologue

Gripping the white edges of the water-filled, marble sink in excruciating agony, he stared at the mirror; a look of defeat was casted on his reflection. In wrath and haste, he slashed at the water, slapping it across his face. Flinching in pain and remembrance as the gash on his swollen lip opened, he inquired in sorrow, "Why...? Why?"

Trembling and clenching his teeth so hard, as if it could cut through marble, he squeezed his eyes as the voices in his head echoed the forbidden answer. The stench of urine and his blood invaded his senses, and on reflex his stomach clenched. It made him puke out nothing but deep coughs and gasps, for his stomach was empty. Composing himself by taking in deep breathes only made him feel weaker.

"This all started because of her," he croaked out, his heart wrenched at the memory.

He shook it off, his eyes emotionless, as he said in a voice so cold that it could freeze time, "They will all pay. They will feel this pain and misery that I felt."

Fingers shaking, he fumbled to open the buttons of his torn shirt. He winced slightly when his fingers brushed against the bruises on his ribs. He let his shirt fall to the floor as he began to gently wash away the blood and dirt from his face. If only he could wash away the misery. Staring at his reflection in the mirror once again, he scowled. His eyes were red rimmed from crying and more tears were threatening to fall, misting his vision only slightly.

Imagine immense pain, anguish, anger, and hate jamming its way into your heart, destroying your soul and breaking your will. Moreover, the feeling of wanting to yell to the world until your lungs collapsed and you became unconscious, just hoping that once you awaken, everything would vanish. The pain, the misery, the hatred, the anger... Everything. However, this is not how reality works, and Victor Blowhole knew that.

"Today they went too far... They crossed their limits. When I come out of this bathroom, I'll emerge a new being..." He said coldly, voice dripping with venom, "Like a graceful phoenix from the ashes."

Now it was his turn to show malice.

"Yes!" He hissed, threatening to slash out at his weak reflection, "I will have my revenge!"

End of Prologue


Hans: ... Must you create a revenge AND highschool drama story?

What? I know how highschool's like. Some are on top of the world, while others wallow in the undertow. And revenge is beautiful.

Rhonda: *painted blue* *growls* No kidding.

Kitka: *slaps me* RUN, BITCH, RUN! *starts flying*

HOLY SHIZ-NITS! WAIT FOR ME! *start flying as well*

Clemson: Well, aren't you blue?

Rhonda: *glares*