THE PRISON

CHAPTER II : Captured

"RPG!" Skipper screamed and jumped away from his seat.

Right on the next second, the RPG hit the right wing of the airplane. The explosion made the passengers thrown around and also destroyed the right side windows, making the air pressure unstable. The airplane twisted around uncontrollably.

"Mayday, mayday! We're on 3,000 feet and losing altitude so fast!" the pilot shouted. "Leave the airplane, now!"

Everybody immediately took their parachute bags under their seat. Skipper grabbed his, after fighting the heavy air current from the destroyed windows while trying to ignore the pain from the wounds caused by glass pieces that hit his body after the explosion. When he got up, he saw something made him shiver, coming towards them.

"ANOTHER ONE COMING!" he screamed.

This time the RPG hit the middle of the airplane. It made a large hole on the right side. Several killed by the explosion, several thrown out from the hole. Skipper himself was thrown back by the explosion and quickly holding onto a seat as the air current was too heavy.

"Wear the parachute and get outta this hell!" the General ordered. He was holding to another seat not so far from him – but he wasn't holding any parachute. Skipper nodded and finally put the parachute on his back.

"NOW GO!" the General commanded.

"What about you, Sir?" Skipper shouted.

"Just go and continue the mission! It's an order!" said the General. "GO!"

Skipper released his flippers and he quickly pulled to the hole. When he almost got out, he saw another RPG hit the airplane, just next to the position of the General.

"GENERAL!" he yelled. What left from the airplane after being hit a couple times fell down very quickly. Skipper immediately pulled the strap of his bag and the parachute was opened. The ruined airplane crashed on the LZ and exploded.

"Bloody hell," Skipper cursed. He moved into a forest not far from the LZ. Finally he got into it, he released his parachute which was hooked to the branches of the trees and jumped down.

"They didn't shoot me when I was in the air… Why?" Skipper asked to himself. The answer came on the next second. They wanted him alive. And they were in huge number, while he was alone.

Skipper cursed and slid away, trying to get as far as possible from his landing location. Just then he realized that he lost his equipment bag. Now he had nothing if those attackers come after him. Many possibilities got into his mind – mostly negative.

Minute by minute passed. He kept running.

Finally after he thought it was safe, he stopped and looked behind. No one was there except the moon on the sky that shined palely. He sighed.

"Damn, I thought he told me Helsinburg isn't captured by Blowhole yet," he said. Now he was very tired – no sleep since yesterday, no coffee, and he just ran so far in a forest. Also, he was completely blind here, no idea where to go, and it was only the moon which lit up his way. He decided to climb a tree – thanks God there were many trees there so he could climb it 'ninja way', since he couldn't really climb a tree because of the fact that he is a penguin. The tree was dense enough to cover him. He sat and leaned to the tree up there, trying to rest his body a little.

"He must be somewhere in this forest! Keep searching!"

Skipper was awoken by the harsh voice of a man. He quickly understood the situation and his eyes were completely opened by now.

They must be really ambitious. They even didn't stop running after him – trying to catch a single man in this large forest without stopping for a rest. Now they were just several meters from him.

"God," Skipper whispered. If I don't make any voice, they will pass me… And I'll have the chance to run back to the city and continue my mission…

Skipper stayed silent when he saw the group which was searching for him. And, God, they were so many. Around 40 till 50 armed threats. And most of them were crabs and lobsters, but there were also… puffins.

After several minutes in silence, they passed the tree where he was hiding. Skipper waited a little longer to make sure that they already far enough before jumped down to the ground.

Just when he stepped on the ground, something hit his chest. Skipper looked down. A tranquilizer bullet.

"Damn," he whispered. His visual became blur quickly. He stared to the front to see his shooter. A puffin with a scoped gun, several meters from him, covered behind bushes. Well, his face was unknown for Skipper, or maybe his sight was too dark to see anything.

"Nice shot," Skipper said, and he fell down unconscious.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N : Sorry it took so long to update this. I was busy, and I wanted to update this yesterday but I couldn't log in because the image verification didn't appear. Well, please review. Thanks.

:D