This is my first M rated story and let me warn you. The violence can get a little explicit so beware. Private's a murderer and kills people in awful ways. He will probably commit one murder per chapter. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
IS THERE A GOD?
CHAPTER ONE
Skipper woke up suddenly. He looked about him but saw nothing. What had made that noise? He had the padding of feet only a second before and now, what. Was Marlene there? He got out of his bunk and started toward the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water and quickly drained it. He wiped his beak and set the glass to the side. Only then did he realize what was missing. He looked at the bunks and saw it. Private was gone. Where the hell could he have gone at this hour? Skipper thought.
Then he noticed something. The door to Kowalski's lab was open. The opening the wall was slide back. He waddled inside and looked about when he saw that something else was missing. Kowalski's termite farm. He noticed that a tube was gone as well and a drill. What the shit? Then he saw the trail of termites leading outside. He followed them out on to the concrete where he saw Private. He was about to call out to Private when he noticed the stuff that Private was caring. He had stolen all that stuff. He decided to watch from a safe distance as Private waddled away.
He noticed how straight Private was walking. Usually Private was very loose. This meant that he was going to do something important. But what? Private noticed that the termites were getting out and quickly patched the leak. That was the only time he stopped. Skipper followed him out of the zoo and to a large hotel. What in God's name could he be doing?! Skipper almost called out to Private several times but kept his mouth shut. Private slipped in an open window and to the elevator. How am I going to follow him now? Skipper thought.
He made sure to see what number Private punched in and quickly hopped in the other elevator. He punched in 19. As the machine lifted him he was looking for any reason why Private was doing this. He couldn't find any. The elevator arrived and he found himself behind Private again. Private pulled the grate of a vent in the wall and went in. Skipper quietly followed. They came out in a dark room, here Private turned on a flash light. He stopped. He set down his tools and began drilling in the floor. Skipper suddenly knew where Private was drilling to. The person's room below them. WHAT THE HELL?
He watched Private drill and he could hear the person below snoring. He went back down the air shaft and slipped into the room that Private was drilling. He saw the drill bit come through the ceiling. The man didn't even hear. He then saw the tube slipping down to the person. What the-?! The tube slowly slid down and finally came to rest in the man's mouth which was open. Then he heard some rustling from Private and then he saw something brown coming down the tube in a steady stream. Suddenly he knew what it was. The termites!
"What the shit?!" he whispered and he watched as Private sent the termites down.
The termites were slowly being pumped into the man's stomach! Suddenly the guy felt it and jumped up, the tube dropping from his mouth. He began chocking and spiting the termites out and looking around wildly. Skipper could see the flesh of the man's throat moving and knew the termites were climbing down his esophagus. Suddenly the man started began spiting termites and blood and gripped his stomach. The part of his shirt that covered his stomach started soaking red.
Then Skipper knew what Private was doing and stared in horror as the shirt was slowly and the man's guts and termites spilled out on the floor. The guy gargled blood and was vomiting violently and finally fell on the floor in his puddle of warm guts and blood. His eyes glazed and Skipper knew he was dead. He heard Private's footsteps overhead and then he looked down at the termites swelling all over the dead body. They had been trying to get out and chewed through his intestines and stomach wall. He had heard Dr. Blowhole talk of something like this. He called it: The Crawling Drink. WHAT THE HELL!!!!