" P.K. take cover," Some agent yelled.
"No we must rescue those poor challenged octoling children from the wrath of Octavio," Agent P.K. responded.
"Stubborn as always, trying to get what you want like always," The agent responded. "Suit yourself." P.K. ran inside the destroyed home and dashed into the window, shattering it more than a broken heart. He had hid behind the couch that was pulled down, using it as a sheild and throwing grenades. He pulled out his mini gun and fired rapidly at the brainwashed ones, killing them to a blitz. He found a young girl curled up and hiding in the closet. P.K. was able to detect her because, he heard crying. He taken a look to see bruises and cuts on her face, he thought that she couldn't be a day over three. The child looked up and saw the face of P.K. . P.K. looked down to see two lifeless bodies, he asked the child "Are these your parents?" The child did not say or do anything, but P.K. recieved the information he had wanted. P.K. picked up the young child.
"Come, let's bring you to safety," P.K. forespoke. P.K. jumped out the window and brought the child to safety and in the helicopter. He was going to get in the helicopter too , but saw a young Octo boy who was being attacked by the brainwashed octolings with glasses.
"We can't brainwash you, but we can kill you," One of the girls yelled. The boy looked like he was 12 as did the girls. P.K. ran and shoot one of the octolings head to oblivious. He ran up to the boy and protected him with his riot shield, he had made the trio angry. The two ran back to the heli with P.K. running backnwards to protect the from the ink with a riot shield, when a shot was fired at P.K. in the back.
"Mister!"The boy yelled.
"No, go on without me ," P.K. Responded groaning as if he was preparing to croak "Before you leave, take this photo of my son, give him this necklace. He lives at uhhh argh." P.K. had died
"No mister!" The boy yelled. He took offwith the thing that P.K. had given him. He pledged that one day he would give the things two the child of the child of the man that saved him, one day.
13 years later.
P.K. alarm was ringing. He jumped up and got dreseed with a black t-shirt, with black cargo pants, sneakers and a gold chain. He and his mother had a big house mainly because his mom was a nurse in the military, afterall she had to provide after P.K. father disapeared. He grabbed his skateboard and grinded on the rail leading to the kitchen he did a trick on the end of the rail. He pulled out his splatter shot and and started firing at pictures of his dad that his mother had set up for him. He proceeded downstairs and to see his mother was not there, she was probably at work. He decided that he was going to go to the skatepark with his buddies Aussie and Klaus.