Club Penguin: EPF: Not Over Til It's Over…Part 2:
The Rise of the Killer
Chapter 4:
In the last chapter, Rico and Jet Pack Guy discovered that Pizza Chef was dead in the explosion. Barista had been captured and there wasn't much time left to begin the plan they had previously set – Operation: Goon Intercept. Their plan? Intercept a goon of the Killer and make him talk. Of course, something went askew and before the goon could tell Rico where the Killer was, a penguin was behind Rico with a gun pointed at him. It was none other than yours truly, the Killer…
Rico slowly put his gun down as the goon got up and ran away.
"You…" Rico paused.
"Yes, it's me." The Killer responded. He waddled closed to Rico. "Come with me." He put Rico's flippers behind his back.
Rico didn't understand. Where was the violence? Where was the injury and the death? "Where are we going?" Rico asked.
"My base." The Killer said. "You are going to meet your end there."
Later at the Killer's base…
"What the hell are we doing on the Tallest Mountain?" Rico asked.
"It's where my base is," the Killer said as he pointed to a chair for Rico to sit in.
"What is this – some type of waiting room? I wait to meet my death?" Rico asked sarcastically.
"Ha," the Killer laughed. "No, but I've been thinking about how it should be."
Rico sat down. "This chair is sort of…comfy…?" Rico couldn't tell what to say. The chair was comfy. But why? Wouldn't a criminal so harsh put him in a VERY uncomfortable chair?
"Indeed…" the Killer said.
Rico finally got a good look at the Killer. He had on a blue coat and a blue fedora. He also had sunglasses on, but the fedora covered 90% of them. He had black dress shoes on. In his pockets were knives, guns, needles, syringes. Anything you could imagine to kill someone.
Rico looked around. There wasn't much there. A few computers, a file drawer, which Rico guessed was where he had put the stolen files, and some security cameras. "You've been spying on us?"
"I'm getting a feel of what you guys were doing. Then I'd know when to strike,"
"Interesting," Rico said, looking around. He looked up at the ceiling. "I have a question…"
"Yeah, what's that?" the Killer said, grabbing something of one of his desks.
"Why didn't you attack me and kill me right then and there?" asked Rico.
"Good question…" the Killer sat down in a chair near him. "Time for the explanation…"
"And that is…?"
"Rico, you amaze me. I'm a huge fan of you. You're my inspiration." The Killer paused. "I've gotten the feel of what you have been up to. I've learned your tips and tricks. I've learned everything I've needed to learn from you to make 'the perfect crime'. That seems…err…unrealistic…but it's true. I can win this 'game'. You've lost agents to me. They're not dead. They're sitting in a dark room, starving, waiting for me to return. They'd rather DIE than sit there."
"Where are they?" Rico asked, knowing he wouldn't tell him.
"You're smart enough to know I'd never tell you," the Killer said. "Anyhow, I'm interesting in your work. You and your amazing skills have told me that you need a challenge and after watching you for so many years…I've realized one thing – I can be your challenge."
"So that's why you're doing this?" Rico asked. Suddenly, metal arm straps came over his flippers which were on the arms of the chairs. He was strapped in.
"That's not why…" the Killer said. "There's a reason for everything. And that reason is something I can't tell you right now. One of the others know…but will they tell you? No. Because you'll probably be dead before they can get to you."
"Wait, why are you killing your idol?" Rico asked, feeling stupid.
"I wanted to test your skill. I wanted to see if you could beat me. I honestly thought you could."
"Why did you sound so violent on the phone? Aren't you mad I destroyed your base?" Rico asked.
"All of that – acting. I just like to add suspense."
"You know Jet Pack Guy is still out there, right…"
"Of course I know that. I'm smart. I'm not one to say 'I WILL END YOU' or 'I AM SUPERIOR'. I'm not a big fat polar bear. I know how to face the facts. And if he comes to kill me, so be it."
"You don't have a plan to capture him?"
"I do," the Killer paused. "It'll happen when it happens."
"So how are you going to kill me?" asked Rico.
"I'm not going to stab you…not going to shoot you. It's a…rather…" he paused and thought of a word. "Different, I guess you could call it…method of killing."
"And it is…?" Rico was basically on the edge of his seat waiting.
The Killer got up to go to his desk. He grabbed a needle and a syringe from his desk. "An injection."
"That sounds lovely," Rico said.
"I know…" the Killer said. "But there's a reason for me doing it slow and painful…"
"You're not going to tell me, are you?" asked Rico.
"Smart penguin," the Killer said.
"Why don't you just become friends with me? Let this blow over – forget it happened – I won't tell anyone who you are." Rico said.
"I know I can trust you, Rico." The Killer answered. "But your other friends, Rookie, Dot, Jet Pack Guy, Barista, ROOKIE."
"So you're going to kill ME?"
"I'm going to be killed for all of this soon…" the Killer answered. "I'll turn myself in after I get rid of you,"
Rico closed his eyes. "When are you going to kill me?"
"Very soon," the Killer responded. "I just need to grab a few things."
"Aren't you worried about leaving me alone? Don't you think I'll escape?" Rico asked.
"Oh, you're going to escape, I know that for sure." The Killer replied. "It shows your SKILLS. Remember, this is like a game. You're trying to win the game. Two experts facing each other to kill one another."
"So you're fine with me escaping?" asked Rico.
"You can escape if you are able to…" the Killer said. "I'll either see you or you'll see me. One of us will have the weapons to kill each other with." And with that, the Killer removed his blue fedora and set it on his desk and left the room.
Well, Rico thought. It's time to plan my escape and the other's escape…Rico sighed and then continued. This…my friends, is going to be one hell of a night.
So how about that, Redleg fans? There's going to be just a few more chapters left. Rico just went face-to-face with the island's own dangerous killer. Now he has to escape the base, rescue the others and get ready for the final battle. Little does he know that everything is going to go south from there (LOL SOUTH. BIRDS FLY SOUTH FOR THE WINTERS. PENGUINS ARE BIRDS. IT IS WINTER. LOLOLOL)