IS THERE A GOD?
CHAPTER FOUR
As Skipper stared at the blackened body, he began to think about things. He couldn't just come out and say to Private that he knew he was psycho killer could he? What would he do to him or the rest of the team? Then came the other questions. Why was Private doing this? How could is young mind come up with these splatter punk murders? Did he get some kind of sick pleasure from killing people in slow painful deaths? He realized then that Private was no longer young, nor was he innocent. He had blood on his flippers. This was a testament to hell.
He didn't really pay attention to when his legs began to move and he started on his way home because the real terror had struck him now. Would he have to kill Private?! Two wrongs don't make a right but could that be the only way to stop Private before he coated the streets in blood? He decided that he would just have to keep Private busy all the time to keep him away from the murdering. He didn't even know if Private was going to kill anymore people but he had a feeling that he was. Suddenly he was outside of the penguin's habitat. Before he vaulted over the fence though, he thought about the things that Private had come in contact with. Books, music, TV. They could all be clues to how he was murdering. He vaulted over and down the hole.
Private was asleep in his bunk when Skipper got there. He looked innocent and all but he wasn't. Skipper could see the slightest bit of evil on his face. How could I let this happen to my boy?! Skipper thought and stopped. My 'boy'? Was that really how Skipper thought of Private? His son? He shook the idea off. He was a part of the team, a brother. Nothing more. Skipper waddled over to Private and looked into the face of a killer. A cold-blooded murderer. But then maybe he had a reason to kill these people? But Private was almost always within Skipper's sight. What could he have to with them?
But then maybe Private had a whole life that Skipper didn't even know about. No that was a lie. Private was too innocent-… But that wasn't it. Private was on the road to hell now. Skipper realized the whole great future he had planed for Private was gone. Down the drain. Flushed away. Skipper had always planed for a good and wholesome penguin that would protect those in need. But now he was a demon. A tear dropped from his eye. He felt as though he had lost private. His boy… there it was again.
Skipper paid no mind to it again as he crawled in his bunk and started to cry himself to sleep. But then a noise woke him up. From in the kitchen. He couldn't see in so he peaked around the corner and there was Private. He had a knife! And as he raised it, Skipper thought he was going to kill himself but instead he sliced the blunt end of the blade against his left flipper. He winced and started cutting himself.
Before Skipper could stop himself, he said out loud: "Emo bastard."
He slapped his hand over his mouth but Private didn't hear him. He was still cutting himself. But Private hearing wasn't the thing that Skipper was worried about, how he could say that about Private?! Then he brushed that off to. Why was Private cutting himself? He could think of only three reasons. One: he was trying to make himself focus. People sometimes did that when they were intoxicated to focus their minds. Two: Drunks sometimes drank too much and began to think there were cockroaches crawling under their skin. They would panic and slash themselves. Three: He was punishing himself. He had done something bad and was trying to make himself hurt for it.
Skipper thought that the most likely. Maybe Private still had some good in him. But then he saw a crazy look come into Private's eyes as he made the third slash. He raised the blood knife and brought it down! But right when the tip of it sliced through his feathers and cut a small nick in his stomach, he stopped himself and the crazy look was gone. He dropped the knife and did something Skipper wasn't expecting. He started to cry.
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Sorry for the shortness of the chapters, there will be longer ones soon.