Notes: I just noticed that I didn't put the disclaimer on either of the first two chapters, so I'm putting it now. Also, sorry for the late update. I've been really busy lately.
Disclaimer: I do not own Penguins of Madagascar. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this.
Credit: Some credit for this story goes to 96DarkAngel and my sister. They both have helped with parts of this story, so they get some credit. Also, the description of the monster is from my friend. He helped me to figure out how it would turn out.
Chapter Three
Skipper and his team had never witnessed anything like this. The worst they have ever seen was when they let Rico beat on Dr. Blowhole. He was all scratched up and bleeding a lot, but this was ten times worse.
The figure was whereing a long black cloak with a hood. Because of the hood they could not see what its face looked like, but the rest of it's body showed that the face is probably about as bad or worse.
Its body was literally floating of the ground with the cloak barely touching the ground. The creature didn't seem to have legs either. The cloak, however, didn't hide it's body very well. The team could make out spots on it's body where pieces of flesh where missing and blood was gushing out. The flesh alone looked like it was rotting of the creature's body.
In the shadow of the hood, the only thing that could be seen was it's deep, dark red eyes. They looked as if they were glowing. Wait, they were glowing! The figure just floated there. Nobody moved a muscle. It was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. After a few moments, Skipper made the first move. He jumped back and yelled at his team to get away from the monster. The team quickly jumped back and ran to the next car.
They closed the door and barricaded it hoping that the monster couldn't get through. To there surprise, the monster went right through the barricade and the door as if they weren't there. Skipper decided it was time to get out of there. He yelled, "Move out, now!" But, the others didn't move. They were on the ground panting hard. Skipper ran to the nearest one, which was Private, and asked, "What happened?"
Private couldn't talk, but he pointed behind Skipper with a shakey flipper. Skipper turned around, but before he could see what was behind him, he felt he energy being drained. It was like someone was sucking the life right out of him. Everything began to go black and he was fading. But, suddenly, a very bright light over took the entire train car and engulfed it in the extreme light. Skipper looked to see what had happened. All he saw was the terrifying creature flying away from the light and a different figure hold something in it's grasp.
The monster had finally left and they were all alone. Skipper, barely awake, looked at the figure coming towards him. Skipper's vision was very blurry and he couldn't tell what the figure was or what he was doing, but he could sence that there was a different animal among him.
He tried speak, but it only came out in hoarse gasps and coughs. They figure, now carrying him, put it's flipper on his mouth and said in a soft, soothing tone, "Try not to speak. Everything that has happened will be explained later. Right now, I need to get you guys out of here before more of those things show up." The figure kept walking and kept at a steady pace. He set Skipper down in front of a bench then said, " I'll be right back with your friends." He left and came back with Skipper's team. They were all knocked out and fast asleep.
Skipper had no idea what happened. He just couldn't wrap his mind around what he had witnessed. There were so many questions running through his mind, like: What was that thing? What happened? Who is this animal? Why is he taking care of us?
Finally, after the animal was done inspecting the others, he made his way to Skipper. He held out a flipper which had a container of water in it. "Drink." He said, "It will make you feel better." Skipper, then, took the container and drank it all in one gulp. The animal took the container from him and set it in the bag beside him. He sat down in front of Skipper and stared into his ice blue eyes.
Skipper felt a little better from the drink, but his vision was now mostly cleared up. He could now make out the animal in front of him. It was about as tall as Kowalski and had dark brown eyes. It had long legs and a very colorful beak. There was only one bird that could be matched. A puffin! Skipper quickly hopped no his feet and jumped over the puffin. He landed on the ground and got into a fighting stance. The puffin slowly got up and turned to face Skipper. He said calmly, "You need to rest. You have been-" Skipper wuickly made a move and kicked the puffin right off it's feet. He slowly got off the ground and glared at Skipper. "What was that for?" The puffin asked after a few moments.
"Don't play dumb with me Hans. You know as well as I do that that was for Denmark."
"Denmark? What are you talking about?" The puffin cocked his head to the side signaling that he didn't understand.
Skipper grunted and ran and kicked, but the puffin jumped out of the way just in the nick of time. Skipper quickly turned around and threw a punch and the puffin, but he dodged again and again and again until finally Skipper landed a punch right on the side of his beak. The puffin fell to the ground hard and stayed there.
After a few moments, he began to pick himself up. Skipper walked towards him so he could tower over him in victory, but when he got close, he noticed he was crying. His frenemy was crying? In all the times he and Hans fought he never cried. No matter how hard Skipper hit him, he still didn't cry.
Skipper leaned in and said, "Since when do you cry Hans?"
The puffin didn't look at him, but said, "I'm not Hans. I don't even know who that is. All I was doing was trying to help someone, but this is what I get? A huge, painful punch to the beak!" The puffin's voice was raising and you could tell he was getting angry. "I mean is that what you do? Is that what you do to people who are trying to help you? I don't know where you come from, but that is not how you greet people in this country!" The puffin was shaking with anger, and was standing at this point. He still wouldn't look at Skipper. He was about to say something else, but he put his hand on his head and collasped to the floor. He rolled over so his back was facing Skipper. He held his flippers to his face sobbing as his head throbbed.
Skipper couldn't help feeling sorry, but it was his frenemy, wasn't it? To get a better look Skipper rolled him over and examined him. The side of his beak was certainly swollen, but blood was pouring from his right nostril and his right eye was already black. Skipper examined him a little further and noticed... its not Hans! He immediately felt quilt fall into the pit of his stomach. He had done this to a civilian! And especially one who was helping them. Skipper looked at his flippers and said, "What have I done?" He looked back at the injured puffin. He was now knocked out. Probably from the head trama. He thought.
Skipper quickly went to his men and woke them up. When everybody was awake, he gave them instructions on what to do. He had Rico help Kowalski with the puffin and Private help him look for a way back to HQ. Every one went to work on what they were doing. Kowalski quickly went over to the puffin and noticed he was asleep. "Great." He said to himself. "How am I supposed to ask him questions?" Rico shurgged and pointed to the puffin's right eye.
"First, we need ice on that." Rico coughed up a bag and coughed ice into it. Kowalski put it over his eye. Next, he inspected his head for any bruises or bumps. "Looks like part of his beak is swollen and and his right nostril was bleeding. Kowalski quickly wiped off the blood and tipped his head up. "He probably has a concussion since he is fast asleep." Ric coughed up another ice pack and Kowalski put it on his head.
When Kowalski was finished, Skipper and Private had already mapped out the route back to the HQ. "Alright, Kowalski. Report on the puffin?"
"The puffin seems to have a black eye, a bloody nose and a minor concussion."
Did I really hit him that hard? Skipper thought. He discarded it for now. He needed to get this puffin to safety. "Alright, boys. Let's move out!" He barked and they all slid across the street and towards the HQ.
Hopefully the puffin forgives me for hitting him so hard. Did I really hit him hard enough to cause a concussion? I didn't think I was that strong. Skipper really hoped he hadn't just lost a friend for doing that. It would kill him if it did. Plus, he would have to tell his team soemtime.