Hello all! I'm back again!To all of the people who read and reviewed 'The Chaos Around Us' and liked it, thanks so much. You're all so supportive.
Warning: This story is very different from that one, and a little darker. Blame my brother for making me watch "Underworld: Rise of the Lycans" the other night. Literally, he forced me to watch it.Don't be too concerned, this isn't too dark. It is M rated though, so be warned for language...and some themes.
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Chapter 1
The flickering lights of the TV illuminated the HQ that evening. Skipper, after taking a sip of fish-coffee, barked in annoyance, "Private! Turn that thing down!" For God's sake, how can he have it up so loud?
The youngest penguin whirled around to him. "Sorry sir" he replied, quickly turning the sound down.
The leader sighed in bliss, closing his eyes, before they snapped open again, in confusion. The fleeting glance he had had at the television screen, had not shown the usual brightly coloured 'Lunicorns' that Private was fascinated by.
He waddled closer to the screen, and watched the scene unfold. A newswoman stood outside a building, holding a microphone. Skipper snatched the remote from the younger penguin's flipper, and turned up the sound. Confused, Private started, "Sir, I thought…"
He was shushed by the leader, and immediately turned his attention to the television. The newswoman was raising her voice, competing with the sounds of police sirens. "As you can see, Chuck, another mysterious murder has occurred. In the exact same way as the first three. Like the others a few weeks ago, this victim was young and healthy, and police tell me there were two puncture wounds in its body, and the victim had been drained of its blood" she said.
The screen split, and Chuck Charles appeared back in the news studio. He asked, tapping his earpiece, "So," he chuckled, "You're saying we're dealing with a vampire, Nora?" he questioned in disbelief.
Rico, who had been playing with Miss Perky in a far corner of the room, snapped his head up. "Vapire!" he babbled, meaning 'vampire'. He belly-slid up to the television, and continued to watch with the other penguins.
The newswoman, Nora, continued, "Well Chuck, maybe not. You see, police also discovered a tuft of what looked like wolf fur at the scene, and also a few spots of a mysterious liquid." Then, she held onto her earpiece, listened for a few minutes, and then said into the microphone, "Breaking news! The tests for the substance have been done. It appears to be some kind of strange venom," despite the situation, she joked, "Maybe we're dealing with a supernatural allegiance here, Chuck."
Skipper pressed a button on the remote, and the TV abruptly returned to black. He waddled away, placing the remote on the concrete table, "Well, I don't know what's going on, but it doesn't have anything to do with us."
"But Skipper, it might. What…what if those things come to the zoo?" inquired Private, standing up.
As if on cue, Kowalski emerged from his lab. Having heard the news report himself, he shook his head, an amused smile playing across his beak. The tall penguin answered, "Private. Science has proven that there is no evidence of the supernatural playing a part in today's modern society." When given a confused look by the youngest penguin, he sighed and said simply, "Things like vampires and werewolves don't exist."
Skipper nodded, "See. Even if this was our problem, we have nothing to worry about" he added. Even though he nodded, Private was not entirely convinced.
Late that night, he lay in his bunk, holding his 'Lunicorn' plush toy, close. Images, terrifying images, ran through his mind, overpowering the little penguin and twisting his sense of safety, until he realised that it was just his brain playing tricks. Private tightened his grip around his toy, "It's okay. L-Like Kowalski s-said, there's n-no such th-things as m-monsters" he muttered, trying to calm himself.
All of a sudden, three deafening knocks on erupted from outside the HQ. The smallest penguin felt cold spikes of fear shoot down his spine, as his body instantly tensed, his heart rate speeding up. Shivering, he placed his toy carefully on his pillow, and waddled up to the metal bowl to answer the knocking.
Sliding it aside, Private raised his head out of the small hole, and gasped, instantly trembling harder. A figure dressed in a long, blood red cloak stood in front of him. The figure was about as tall as King Julian, with a feminine body shape. She spoke, and her voice was soft and beautiful, "Hello. Tell your team that the deaths on the news certainly are their problem. Tell them of me, and show them this as proof" she said. Before Private could ask, she tore off a piece of her long red cloak, handing it to him.
When he took the piece of cloth, the young penguin realised that the mysterious animal had paws. They looked like dainty fox paws, expect they were purple with blue around the tips, and she had tiny black claws, like most foxes. He stared at the cloth in his hand, as if he was transfixed by it, and then asked, "Who are you?"
The fox replied, "I hope you find out." No sooner had that been said, and then she ran across the ice-flow, and jumped off the railing.
Private belly-slid out of the hole, "Wait! Please stop!" he called. He shot out of the penguin habitat, and saw the cloaked fox running away. The little penguin chased after her on his belly, watching the red cape fly behind her like a banner.
He sped up, wanting to get close enough to pounce on her, but she soon went around a corner. Private zipped after her, only to the find that, when he had reached the corner, that she had disappeared!
The youngest penguin looked up at the starless night sky, and then around himself, at the dark zoo. He could have sworn what he had heard on the news was a dream.
He could have sworn that meeting the mysterious fox was a dream.
If it was not for the piece of blood red cloth clasped in his flippers.
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