Private only gets worse and worse. For a second time, you've been warned. Two people are killed in grisly ways.
IS THERE A GOD?
CHAPTER THREE
Private was going to do something bad. Skipper could tell. He walked in the same way as he had the night before. But what the hell could he do with acid? He didn't want to know but he could only watch as Private waddled through the zoo. He saw him go back to the same hotel and he waddled up to the counter. The man didn't see him. Skipper watched from behind a plant. Private hopped up on the man's desk and poured the acid in the beer he was drinking.
"OH GOD YOU CAN'T!!!" Skipper whispered but it was too late.
Private hopped off without the man even knowing and when the man put the smoking glass to his mouth he dropped it and started screaming. The smoke coming from the acid flowed from his mouth and he fell on the desk and tried to spit the toxic chemicals out but it was too late. The damage had been done. After he squirmed for a while, he went still and as the smoke began to clear, Skipper could see his wide terrified eyes and could see the flesh had been eaten away on his mouth, revealing his white jaw bone and the acid had eaten through his throat and his esophagus was burned and the last piece of it hung limply from the burned flesh of his collar bone.
Private had claimed another victim in another ghastly way. But instead of walking out, Private went up the stairs. Skipper followed, wanting to stop his deranged friend but couldn't bring himself to. He could only watch. Private had no other tools to use. So what could he possibly do? But Skipper only saw how wrong he was when Private walked up to one of the closets and pushed something looked like a small motor. What could he do? He must have stored it there at some point.
Private slipped into a room where another man lay sleeping he went into the bathroom and produced some tools that Skipper hadn't seen him get. He began tinkering with the shower head and pulled it off. Then he pushed the small motor in and started wiring it to parts of the shower head. He finally put the head back on. Then he went over to the fridge and got out a soda. He took the soda and poured it all over the man in beds head.
What the-? Skipper kept thinking. The man sat up as Private hid in the closet.
"Damn! What the hell was that?!" he shouted and got up and headed to the bathroom.
He was cursing a muttering as he pulled his pajamas off and got in the shower. Skipper didn't even mind seeing the man naked because he was so worried about what Private had done to the shower. As the man pulled the clear curtain over himself and turned on the water, Skipper's stomach tightened.
When he turned on the shower the part poured out. Nothing. Nothing happened but him taking a shower and then as he turned the heat up and it reached its top, there were bright flashes and a smell of burning flesh and the man began screaming. Suddenly Skipper knew what Private had done. The water was electrified and was frying the guy! The water on the male's body conducted the electricity and started cooking his skin. The man's screams were loud and piercing and Skipper saw spit fly from his mouth. Finally the electricity cut off and the man fell out on the floor. Skipper stared at the body. The flesh was black and cracking and small sparks traveled along the water and fried body. The curtain was wrapped about it and caught fire.
The last thing Skipper saw of the man was his blackened face, twisted in a horrible scream. It had gone to far now! he had to stop Private's killing.