1 – You Wanted More
Disclaimer: I don't own the Penguins of Madagascar nor the Saw franchise
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Have you ever had the feeling that you did something so horrible, nothing could make it go away. The guilt and remorse would slowly eat away your sanity by stealing your sleep and thinking capacity. You would wish you could just end it all; slicing your wrists, taking some pills or perhaps even pulling the trigger of a gun in your mouth.
I'm sure Skipper felt the same at the moment as he burst through the door, with the exit sign above it, and rolled across the floor on the other side. He came to a stop lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. He was panting, desperately trying to formulate a plan, but he couldn't, all he could think about were the faces of his team mates, or former team mates, considering the fact that he might not be their leader anymore.
He continued watching the ceiling and realized that he wasn't outside yet. He slowly picked himself up. His body and mind, both clearly tired from all the, so called, tests he had just gone through. He glanced over to his right and saw the door he just came through. His team was still there, he wondered if he should go back and turn himself in.
Rotting in jail, not a very pleasant thought for someone like the active commando. Besides, he couldn't bear seeing her face again. Not her, "Marlene," he whispered to himself and a tear escaped his eye. He quickly wiped it off and glanced over to his left, where he saw another door. This one had a glass panel and he could see the evening sky.
He couldn't see any stars though, not with all the light pollution. He clenched his beak cursing at the humans in his head, but he quickly let it go. Skipper took last deep breath and then started waddling towards that exit. The way of the coward… simply walking out on everyone and everything while you are needed the most, but he couldn't help it… right?
After the second step, he noticed something on the left wall, a line of light. He hadn't noticed it before, because his back had been facing it. He approached it and pressed a flipper against it.
It wasn't a line; it was a crack in the wall. He moved his flipper down its entire length. 'Light, the symbol of hope, slim, just like my own chances for redemption,' he thought. He should get going, he shouldn't make his team see him and face the question what with their friend and leader. But perhaps this was a sign, the opportunity he wanted.
He brought his eye to the crack and peeked through. He was forced to narrow his eyelids at first, because he wasn't used to the brightness, but he could soon see again. On the other side of the crack was a room. It was a rather dusty old room. He couldn't make out the details, mostly because there weren't any.
He pulled his head back and took another look to the left, the door he came through, and then to his right, the way out. Perhaps, he didn't have to chose between turning himself in and running away, perhaps there was a third choice, a golden middle.
He brought one of his flippers closer to his eyes and examined it, "This might just fit," he said and inserted it into the crack. He did the same with the other flipper and slowly, but with all his strength, he began pulling the wall apart. He could've been wasting his energy and time, but he didn't want to take any of the current choices, he always wanted the one that wasn't listed, which, in this case, was catching the guy behind this entire operation and bringing him to justice.
The wall slowly budged, at first, he thought he was getting delusional from the exhaustion, but as the crack of light, and his hope, grew, he found new strength and created an opening wide enough for him to squeeze through. He pulled in his stomach and just barely managed to fit through the gap. On the other side he took a look at the wall, it was fitted on wheels, which would explain the fact that he could even move it.
This was something he had to do alone. Skipper had to clear his name without pulling his team further into this. He grabbed the wall and pushed it back to its original position, but without the crack to give this room away to his team. The wall must've weighed at least half a ton and when his body finally couldn't go on, he used sheer will power to get the job done. He simply wouldn't give to something as mere as uncooperative muscles.
The wheels let out a final metal screech before coming to a halt, indicating that he moved it as far as it could go. He made a few steps backwards still facing the wall, before turning around and finally getting a full view of the place.
Even with all his military experience, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in the room. It looked like a deranged version of Santa's workshop with rusty pipes sticking out the walls, instead of candy canes, various metal components, instead of wooden cubes an elf would put together to make a toy, and heavy duty tools, instead of simple hammers.
He waddled over to one of the tables and looked at the items lying on it. Screwdriver, a blowtorch, a reciprocating saw, an angle grinder… the item, which got his eyes to stop, was a blueprint. It was covered with nuts and bolts, which he pushed aside with his flippers.
Skipper wasn't an engineer, but it didn't take one to see what was on the picture. "Beautiful isn't it?" someone asked.
The captain spun around, but was shocked, to say the least. "Special agent Buck Rockgut?" he couldn't believe his eyes, his idol, the American-Penguin hero, the bird Skipper had modeled his entire life after.
It all made sense, the earpiece, the voice made a couple of slip ups, but in hindsight, there was no doubt about it, "It was you," he said, "You kidnapped everyone, you made me… kill them," he muttered the last part.
"Did I, or was it all you?" he asked with a smirk.
Skipper was shivering with rage; he was shooting the bird, across him, a glare that could've pierced through the fabric of space itself. He turned around and searched the table. He immediately found what he was looking for, a Stanley knife. He grabbed it and tackled Rockgut, who did nothing to avoid the attack.
The special agent went down with Skipper on top of him, holding the blade of the knife against his neck. "You were my idol, I worshipped you," he said and pressed the sharp metal harder against his black feathers. "Then I realized you were obsessed with the Red Squirrel, but now the truth is out, you're just mad."
The special agent chuckled, which made Skipper growl in response. "I wouldn't laugh if I were you right now," he threatened.
"Perhaps you would," he replied, "You have nowhere to go, your team would imprison you, your friends wouldn't want anything to do with you and your girl…"
Skipper took away the knife from Buck's neck and grabbed his feathers. He pulled him off the floor and slammed him down again, "Leave, her, out, of, this," he threatened.
"You're an outcast boy, you did what was right and the world turned its back on you. I'm offering you a chance to make people see the true values of life."
Skipper narrowed his eyelids, but said nothing.
"I needed someone, who had seen the evils of the world, but was forced over and over to uphold the law and do things by the book. There are individuals who have used the system, who avoided punishment, who played us all. Do you think it is fair to do such things and still walk freely? I had a revelation about a year ago, it happened in the Himalayas. It was there that I experienced my rebirth. Never again was I to look at life as I had before."
Skipper stood up and backed away from Rockgut.
The special agent picked himself up and continued, "I realized that everyone deserves a second chance, they can live the life they have created, but they have to fight for it." He made a few steps closer to the captain, "Will you help me in my noble quest, to separate to weed from the crop, to reveal those who have the will to live from those who take it all for granted?"
Skipper's flipper uncoiled, the knife fell and the moment it hit the ground, he fell on his knees, "I am… I will follow you."
I hope you liked it so far. I couldn't just start killing everyone, I had to create a begging of some sort.
I have depleted the show of its character and I need victims or else this thing will have to be abandoned (that or it will be rather disappointing). I need villain OCs to put them to the test (if you want, I can leave it up to you, if they make it or not).
I'd like to thank hipturtle15, chatterbox45, Asmith137 and hardrocker21, who already offered their OC for me to use.
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