Hey guys, here's my next story and I hope you guys enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Penguins of Madagascar.
(Crematorium. Undisclosed location.)
A dark haired man wearing a black apron turned the oven on and turned the heat up. He was smiling, because it wasn't everyday that he got to cremate someone so infamous. Sure the stiff he was going to torch wasn't a terrorist or even one of the most wanted men of all time. But his work was enough to get him an infamous rating.
The double doors to the room opened and two men, a police officer and a delivery man, came walking in carrying an elongated cardboard box. They set it down on the slab in front of the oven and one of the men handed the crematorium worker a clipboard.
"So who are we burning today?" asked the cop.
The worker laughed and said, "We're burning Billy Fredricks. The Halloween Carver."
"Halloween Carver? Isn't he that kid in Kansas who carved up those people at that pumpkin patch back in 2006?" asked the delivery man.
The cop shook his head and said, "Nope that was some kid named John. His killer name was The Pumpkin Carver. The locals called him The carver of Karver."
(AN: Based off a movie called 'The Pumpkin Karver.')
"Oh. Why did they call him that?" asked the delivery man.
"Because after he killed all those people, he carvered up their faces. Like they were pumpkins," answered the worker.
"Wait wait I remember our guy now. He killed a few people in Central Park didn't he? On halloween night?" the delivery man continued.
Both the oven worker and the cop nodded.
"And why is he being cremated now after nearly three monthes?" the deliverer continued.
"Who knows? We just got the order to bring him. So we did," said the cop.
"Oh I know," said the oven worker who then pulled out a firearm and shot the cop in the head.
"HOLY SHIT!" yelled the deliverer who fell over from shock.
The oven worker then jumped over the slab and shot the deliverer as well.
"Sorry boys, but you just delivered the wrong stiff to the wrong psycho," the worker said with a laugh and then he pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number.
"Hello boss... Yeah it's me... Yeah I got the body... Yeah I took care of them... Yep, both the cop and deliverer... alright tell the boys to bring around the van. Okay, see you in a while."
The worker hung up the phone and he began waiting. A few minutes later, three other men walked into the room. They each grabbed a different part of the box and they carefully carried it outside. They carried it over to a van parked near the gate and they loaded it inside and then they drove off.
Before he left though, the cremator stuffed both the cop and the deliverer into the oven and closed the oven door.
"Good night boys," the cremator laughed.
(Lab somewhere in New York City.)
A few hours passed and a couple of men walked into a room where there lay an elongated cardboard box on top of a metal table. They walked over and carfully removed the item inside the box and set it down on the table.
"Ugh. Whoever did this to this guy, really messed him up bad," said one of the men.
Sure enough the body was in bad shaped. Being in cold storage had helped slow down the rate of decomposition, but the body still looked terrible. It was burned bad in a large number of areas and not to mention the nasty looking wound in the chest where the guy had recieved a chainsaw. The skull was nearly entirly exposed and his eyes were bugging out.
"So what are we supposed to do with this guy?" asked the second guy.
"We are going to bring to bring this man back," said a nasaly voice from behind the two men.
The two men turned around and their boss rolled in on his segway.
"Dr. Blowhole. The uh... subject is here," said the first man.
"Well his body at least," said the second.
Bolwhole smiled and rolled over to the body.
"Ah yes. Everything is in place then," Blowhole said with a smirk.
"How do you intend to bring this stiff back to life? He's been dead for monthes," the first man asked.
"Post mortem," Blowhole asnwered.
"Huh?" the first man went.
"Even in death, the human body remains active. Hair and fingernails continue to grow. Not to mention brain activity continues for several monthes as long as the brain remains intact. I am going to bring him back to life in a new form. Forms that I've been creating men," Blowhole said.
"You mean you're going to turn him into an animal?" asked the second man.
Blowhole nodded and began laughing a little.
"Okay so you turn him into an animal, how do you he'll be alive when the change is done? In fact this guy has been dead for monthes. Where are you going to get useable DNA. His blood is coagulated and unuseable," the second man complained.
"The bone marrow. It should still be liquid and should contain useable DNA. Dave and his accomplices may have destroyed the bulk of my research, but I still have my super serum. It acts as an acid too. It'll eat away at his corpse and the calcium of his bones. Once it reaches the bone marrow, it should change his form. As long as his brain remains mostly intact, we should be succesful," Blowhole explained as best he could.
"Sounds like fantasy to me," said the first man.
Blowhole glared at the man and said, "No, it's science you fool. Now get me the diabolizer. That should increase the serum's power."
The men nodded and they rushed off. They returned a few minutes later with Blowhole's device.
"Okay men here we go. Let us try to defy nature itself," Blowhole said and then activated his diabolizer.
"Hasn't done that already by turning people?" the first man asked the second, but they were both shushed by Blowhole.
The beam only lasted for a few seconds and when it was done, various parts of the body were already dissolving. The two men began to feel sick as the body was dissolving.
Blowhole rolled his eyes and said, "Just cover the body with a sheet if you can't handle watching it you idiots."
The men nodded and they carefully covered the body with a sheet, but they still looked away as the remains slowly shrank under the sheet. After several minutes only a small lump remained. But instead of shrinking, the small lump began growing. After a couple of minutes the lump stopped growing and just lie still.
Blowhole rolled over to the table and removed the sheet. Sure enough there was a ringtailed lemur under the sheet. The lemur opened one of it's dark brown eyes and looked up at Blowhole.
Blowhole smilled madly and yelled, "It's alive. IT'S ALIVE!"
(AN: I just had to do that.)
The lemur sat up and glared at Blowhole.
"Who the hell are you? Where the hell am I?" the lemur asked.
Blowhole looked at the lemur and said, "All in good time my friend. All in good time, but first there is much to do. Right now all I can say is, welcome back to the world of the living."
The lemur stood up from the table and said, "I'm alive? I think I was better off dead."
The lemur looked down at himself and felt his anger begin to rise.
"What the? I'm an animal? I'M A FUCKING ANIMAL! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS TO ME? WHY?" the lemur demanded angrily.
Blowhole laughed lightly and said, "Calm down. In time, you'll come to thank me. Welcome back Billy Fredricks."
(Another section of the lab.)
In a dark room somewhere else in the lab, a wolf who had a tube running into one of her front legs, began stirring. She opened her eyes and blinked. She was alive? But how? The last thing she remembered was that female wolf standing over her and ripping into her throat.
There came a groan and she turned her head to another wolf lying nearby. It took a moment, but as she observed him she began to recognize him. She trotted over to him and then began nudging him with her nose. The wolf stirred and looked up at her.
His eyes went wide and asked, "Portia? Is that you?"
Portia licked the wolf on the cheek and said, "Yes, it's me Tybalt."
Tybalt streched and said, "Where are we? Did we win the fight?"
"I don't know," Portia whispered.
"You didn't," came a nasaly voice from behind them.
Both wolves turned and saw the mad dolphin, Dr. Blowhole wheeling towards them.
"Who are you? Why am I alive? Where's my mate? Where's Hector?" Portia demanded.
Blowhole smiled and said, "One of my men got to you in time Portia. We had to operate, but we did manage to syntheticaly fill in that hole in your neck and repair the blood vessels. Lucky for you, your jugulars remained intact. At least the synthetic skin looks natural."
Portia felt her throat and sure enough it didn't feel real.
"And as for Tybalt, he was easy to save. Just operate on his legs and some of his innards and we were able to repair them easily. We kept you both in a drug induced state so that we wouldn't have to deal with your impatience," Blowhole said.
Portia growled at Blowhole and siad, "So what do you want from us? And where is my mate Hector?"
Blowhole sighed and said, "There is much to explain. But for now you should know that Hector is dead. Run over by a train."
Portia gasped and felt the tears coming to her eyes. Her mate was dead and she was heartbroken.
"Who did it? Who killed him?" Portia demanded.
Blowhole turned his segway around and said, "There is much to explain, but for now you will follow me. In time the both of you will take your revenge."
Blowhole rolled away and the two wolves followed closely behind.
"So what do we do?" asked Tybalt to Portia.
Portia looked at Tybalt and said, "Just trust this guy for now, but YOU do as I say."
Tybalt nodded and both he and Portia followed Blowhole down a dimmly lit hallway.
There's the first chapter guys. Billy is alive again and Portia and Tybalt are still living.
Thanks 13thsense for the idea for Billy's revival.
See what happens next in my next chapter.
In the meantime please read and review.