i know it's been so long! but i hope you haven't given up on me yet. i want to revive the story with a twist and this is when the fun starts, when i introduce the villain. dont worry though, he won't bite! :3
honest reviews are appreciated,
freakishly
He felt light hit his eyelids. He dared to slowly rise from his bed, or whatever he was laying on. As a matter of fact, he can't remember returning to his apartment at all. He rubbed his eyes open. His head felt like those times when he was actually a child and spinning around until he fell was the greatest high he ever got. It wasn't a good feeling. His eyes cracked open, only to be shielded back again by his eyelids, away from blinding sun. Why must the bright be so light? He groaned.
The high-ranking officer slowly got up and lazily dragged his feet to the window, eyes still closed. He closed the curtains and headed to the bathroom. His head spun as he sat down on the toilet. He began about his business. He frowned. Wasn't he wearing pants? He looked down only to find himself in the nude. He rubbed his eyes, completely woken up by the morning's turn of events. What the hell happened last night? All he could remember is taking a few drinks, setting the night on fire (as the oh so witty captain likes to put it) with Georgie. That's right, the beautiful girl from the ball, where was she?
He finished, forgetting again that he wasn't wearing pants and tried for the longest to put them up. As the muscular captain with cold blue eyes exited the bathroom, he knew for an instant that the belle wasn't in the room with him. As much as he tried to ignore it, he felt a spot of disappointment at the fact that she was not there in the room with him. He found himself rummaging through the sheets and looking in different rooms in hopes of seeing a young, beautiful red-haired goddess lying there as drowsy and naked as he is. Nope, nothing.
He sighed and ran a hand across his jet-black hair. Someone knocked on his door.
Skipper's heart jumped. He quickly grabbed a blanket that was lying on the floor next to him. "Who is it?" he called in a voice a lot higher than he expected.
"Skipper? Is that you?" the person answered as he walked in. It was Kowalski and behind him a sleepy Rico.
Skipper frowned. "Where were you?" he asked.
"I should be asking the same question," Kowalski answered, quite annoyed as he helped Rico to the bed.
He plopped him on the sheets. "This bed smells funny," Rico murmured, half-awake.
"I was here," Skipper said as matter-of-factly.
"Oh isn't that just grand!" Kowalski exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. "You hear that Rico? Our good captain was here unharmed all along,"
Uh-huh, Rico mumbled and continued sleeping.
Kowalski walked up to Skipper, a little too close for comfort. He could see the bags and frustration under his eyes. Skipper scowled. "You're all cracked up on God knows what Kowalski,"
"Sure," Kowalski started softly. "Sure, you were here sipping tea with the queen… while the boy and I were searching up and down all of Europe trying to look for you!"
"Don't act so sensitive about this Mrs. Skipper," he shouted. "I was just a quick call away from the royal ball,"
"OH that's CUTE!" Kowalski turned away, picking up the remote from the coffee-table. "I bet in you were so indulged in your ignorant bliss that you did not hear about this!"
Kowalski angrily turned on the T.V. and quickly flipped to the news channel.
An anchorwoman was announcing breaking news. "Just last night a young American tourist who was attending last night's military ball, was found dead early this morning in the palace guest bathroom. No one else was found injured or dead. Officials state that this was not an attempt for an assignation of any member of the Royal family. They have identified the offender and he is under custody of the police. Further investigation of the crime will be carried out as the ballroom of the palace is secured and sectioned off by police."
T.V. was turned off. Kowalski faced angrily at Skipper. He frowned.
"Yeah, what about it?" Skipper asked.
Kowalski's face flushed red. "You… you!" Kowalski exclaimed held his breath and his burning desire to wrap his hands around his dear captain's neck. "Oh great love of science, I want to murder you! Rico, out of all NY P.E.N. agents, located and caught the man with my aid,"
"Huh, did someone call me?" Rico drowsily called out.
"Go back to sleep private," Skipper said softly.
"Yes sir," Rico muffled through his pillow.
Skipper crossed his arms. "So," he said. "What is the intell on the investigation? Has the British police contacted the Embassy?"
Kowalski started to calm down as he straightened his wrinkled jacket. "Well, we have taken care of that. All that needs to be done is… wait, wait! Why were you not at the ball? Why were you in the hotel room this whole time?!"
"That is my business to know, and you to never find out," Skipper snarled.
"But it would have been so great if we had our wise leader around at our time of need," Kowalski responded sarcastically, placing his palms together.
"I won't stand any wisecracks from you Kowalski, what is done is done," Skipper frowned.
There was another knock at the door.
Kowalski's brows furrowed. In spite of anything, he awaited angrily for Skipper's "ok" to answer the door. Also it was out of complete courtesy because Skipper was still standing in the room, a bit naked.
Skipper rushed to gather his things as Kowalski walked up to the door and cracked it open. It was a British soldier. Kowalski frowned.
"Good morning sir," he greeted. "I have an important message for a Mr. Earnest Skipper?"
"Oh, good morning… come in," Kowalski motioned for him to enter.
The young soldier smiled, only to fade away at sight of the mess in the room. Skipper came out of the bathroom, dressed appropriately for company.
"Ah, Mr. Skipper," the soldier continued, glancing over at a strange boy in marine uniform snoring loudly. "I have a message from General Cameron, it's urgent that you should read and reply immediately,"
He handed a slip to Skipper, who, with a brow arched high, read it quickly. After a few thoughtful moments, the captain looked on at his comrade with a spark in his cold blue eyes. It was then Kowalski instinctively knew what he was supposed to do. As he roused Rico from his much needed slumber, Skipper folded the note and placed it in his pocket.
"We will be there and ready when the general needs us," Skipper with a slight nod.
The soldier smiled and exited the room. Rico lazily rubbed his eyes and looked on at his leaders. "Wha-what happened?" he yawned.
Skipper smiled at the boy and said. "Get yourself ready private, its go-time boys!"
Georige had slipped into the darkness that early morning, away from the arms of the man that snore heavily. She wasn't sure why she done it, but she was pretty sure that she was somewhat infatuated with him. It didn't help that her mind kept on flashing images of the sculpted American body she slept with last night, and the American blue-grey eyes. Still, it wasn't awful, but it wasn't comfortable either. Especially when she had a certain unpredictable person to return to…
She took the cab to a vacant house not far from town. Since it was still a bit dark outside, she was able to go inside without alerting any neighborly attention. Her hot breath mixed into the cold air as she made her way into the house. She pulled her jacket close to her. It smelled of Skipper.
In the dark house Georgie noticed a light coming from a half-destroyed dining room and there, sitting near a weather worn wooden table was young man in a blue-grey suit. Complete with a small clean-cut mustache, smoking a cigarette and reading last month's newpaper. He also had a curious gold chain that had an old raccoon tail handing from his front pocket. He looked very much like an intelligent hipster-villain planning his next attack.
"Ah Georgie," the man called without raising his eyes from the newpaper. "It's so good to see you, come in! Away from the cold, have a seat!"
Georgie uneasily sat down across from him. Her gleaming eyes looked on at the old headlines of the newspaper that read of a doctor who drank gin before meeting his patients. Slowly, the newspaper crinkled, out of the way of the man's face. Georgie took in the curious features of the man. Apparently his left eye was closed with a permanent black bruise. It was also noticeable that he smeared some kind of black make up on his other eye to make that part look equally injured. Long description short, he looked like some human-raccoon.
"You look so red Georgie dear," he flashed a big charming smile. "Been exercising?"
Georgie frowned as she took a moment of silence. The small hanging lightbulb above them buzzed softly.
"I did as you asked," she finally spoke. "You have no use for me now. I can-"
The man raised a finger up and waved it. "Hold on there little lady," he smirked. "We are not finished yet," Smoke crept out from his mouth.
"Gideon has been arrested, Skipper is ignorant of everything else," Georgie protested. "Everything is going according to plan… Yo-You promised!"
"We are not quite done yet," he dropped the newspaper on the table. Dust flew everywhere. "You still haven't put your part of the bargain,"
"Why in bloody hell do you expect me to do more!" Georgie yelled as she stood up. "I am worn out Rocky, I really am. I'm going to- I'm going to SCREAM!"
The man who was named Rocky pouted pitifully at her and leaned towards her. "Tut, tut shhh," he pursed his lips. "Georgie dear, you'll wake the servants,"
"Don't Georgie dear me!" she snarled. "I just want to leave this place now! I want this to be over!"
"Don't worry Georgie dear," Rocky cooed, he stood up, left his smoky cigarette on the middle of the wooden table and walked towards her. "When this is all over, we'll have our life back. Skipper will be dead and we'll be hap-"
Georgie frowned as she stepped back. "Don't come close. You and I both know-"
"Will settle our differences and be a perfect couple once again," he smiled so handsomely at her. He placed a finger delicately under her chin. She looked into his eyes, or rather, eye. Georgie did not find love in his eyes anymore. Just dust and confusion.
"I hate seeing you like this, I really do," he continued. "And you know what? I'll get better. I'll get better, as soon as I am able,"
He tried to lean in for a kiss but Georgie turned away quickly. She scowled. "I do not love you anymore," She raised her hand to slap him but Rocky quickly grabbed her wrist. He yanked her sleeve downwards and twisted it in a most uncomfortable way.
"Ow!" she yelped. "Rocky, stop it! You are hurting me!"
He stopped as he spotted a red mark in the middle of her arm. He sighed. "Oh, please, please, please," he shook his head. "Please tell me that I just didn't lose another woman to him,"
Georgie tried to yank away from him, but he held a firm grip. He had a crazed look in his eye. "Let me go!" she cried. "We are not together anymore and besides, you said so yourself, I needed to distract him by any means necessary,"
"Yes," he placed a hand over his face and lifted his head up towards the ceiling. "But I did not say sleep with him,"
"I don't care," Georgie mumbled. "You don't dictate my life,"
It was then Georgie felt a sinister chill reach down on her spine as she saw the kind of grin the infamous Rocky had on. It was the kind that leaves an awful feeling in your stomach, anticipating for the worst thing possible to happen.
"True," He chuckled. "But I can challenge it,"
He leaned to kiss Georgie delicately on the cheek. She immediately winced. Smoke of burning wood filled her nostrils as the table behind them caught a small flame.
"And once I challenge Earnest Skipper's," he whispered. "I am going to make him wish he'd never been born… or at least know the name of Rocky Raccoon,"
He cocked his head slowly as he reached his into his breast pocket and took out another cigarette. He casually lit it up as the good eye squinted in the flame. Georgie stared on breathlessly as her heart burned with fiery hatred for the man before her. He stroked her cheek and smiled a charming smile.
"You remind me so much of her," he spoke softly. "And if it weren't for your beauty, you wouldn't have a life to worry about anymore,"
Rocky Raccoon left the room with Georgie feeling empty inside.
She rubbed her twisted arm with the hickey visible under her wrist as she watched in horror how the little flame from the table engulfed the whole house.
note: did the cancel the show by any chance? i lost track...
