Desmin's POV

I decided that I would just wait for him to wake up. I tied him to one of the kitchen chairs and sat across from him. (This picks right up from where we last saw Desmin, so he already carried Striker to his house)

I noticed him beginning to stir, and soon he opened his eyes. He took a confused look around him before he finally noticed that he was tied up. He began to struggle to get free, but it was no use. He looked across the table and spotted me.

"You!" Striker yelled.

"Yes, it's me."

He took a look around for the second time before looking back. His expression changed from angry to just plain annoyed.

"Where the hell am I?"

"Welcome to Casa De Desmin."

I stopped and stared into his eyes. All you could see was hate and death. What a pitiful person.

"Tell me something Desmin." Striker started coldly. "Why didn't you just leave me to die?"

"Oh believe me, the idea came across my mind. But no. You might have something that I need."

"And what might that be?" He asked, the cold tone still lingering in his voice.

"Information. I take it you've been a dirt-bag criminal for a long time now. You must have some connections. Know some people. I could use that."

"And what makes you think I'm just going to tell you all those things?" He asked.

"Well, you're not really in a good place to bargain, are you?" I asked him mockingly.

He looked as if he was preparing an argument on the matter, but he knew that I was right.

"Fair enough slick. I'll tell you what I know, so you better get ready to listen."

"Really? That easily? And I thought you were supposed to be some sort of big-shot!" I told him.

"Funny. Now shut up and listen."

I obeyed him willingly, knowing that I was getting exactly what I wanted.

"If you could use one word to describe my life, that word would be hell." He started. "I was an 'accident' as my parents liked to say. I was never wanted by anyone, not even my own flesh and blood. Dad was always getting drunk and mom was always out seeing other guys. At seven years I had already had enough. I disowned the two monsters and went out on my own."

I looked at him and all I could see was a blank expression on his beak. At least I know where he's coming from.

"I traveled around the city by myself. I found my food in the garbage cans that I slept in. It wasn't exactly ideal, but it was better than what my life was like at home. One day I ran into a couple of guys. They said that there was something special about me. Something in my eyes. They told they could hook me up. Get me back on track."

Now I'm starting to see how we differ.

"I agreed to go with them and it worked out very well. Soon I was getting real food, sleeping on a real bed, and I actually had friends. It was what I had always wanted. Once I turned ten, they gave me a mandatory offer. They said that since they helped me, I had to repay the favor somehow. And they knew exactly how I could do it."

"I didn't really ask you for a life story." I told him.

"Well if you want that information, you're getting a life story."

I backed off, knowing that it wasn't worth bickering over.

"They wanted me to join their gang. They agreed to train me to become one of them. At thirteen years old, I was given my first task. Mug someone. Simple enough, right? That was the case, until you came along and ruined everything."

I snickered, just now finding out that I helped in more ways than one.

"When I came back, they said I wasn't welcome anymore. They called me a failure. Threatened to kill me if I didn't leave. So I did leave, and I swore that I would get my revenge some day. I underwent a few years worth of training after all. At fifteen years old, I met two other penguins just like me. Cole and Marco. They said they would do anything just to get back on their feet, so I proposed an idea. And that idea was Carbon."

I gave him a confused look. What the hell is Carbon?

"I told them that we would form a gang and get all the things we have always wanted. They were more than willing to go with the idea, but I told them that I was the leader. I trained both of them for a few years. At eighteen, I decided that our first job together would be taking out the lowlifes that brought me down to ground zero. One day we raided their camp, took out all of their guys, and smuggled all of their supplies. After that day, I decided that it wasn't just about stealing supplies. It was about proving dominance."

Well this is an interesting fairy tale!

"In only a few years, Carbon grew. It went from just three nobody's to hundreds. Thousands. We are scattered all across the city. If anyone else tries to destroy what I created, I kill them. Simple as that. We have everything. An unstoppable force that's growing by the numbers. Right now, we control the city of New York. But why stop there? Soon Carbon will control the state! The country! The continent! THE WORLD!"

"Not if I have anything to say about that!" I yelled.

"We could use you Desmin. You could rule with me. You could have everything that you've always wanted. And instead you fight for scumbags like those two friends of yours. Face it. Carbon is everywhere. You can't stop us. You're just one person."

Out of rage, I threw my flipper across the table and grabbed his throat.

"Yes! Kill me! It won't do anything for you!" He yelled.

I slowly let go of him, knowing that he was right. Carbon... I have to stop them. I punched Striker in the face and knocked him out for the second time that night.

"Oh god." I thought out loud. "He's right. I can't do this on my own."

And then it came to me. I have to fight fire with fire. Find my own people. Make my own team and fight off this force! But where do I start?

I let out a sigh and looked at the body across from me.

I got up from where I was sitting and put Striker's body back over my shoulder. I left the house and started walking into the city. I found a spot for him far away from the house and rested him there. I brought an extra blanket from the house so he wouldn't freeze to death.

"Sweet dreams." I told him mockingly.

As I was walking back to the house, I had a million thoughts in my head. This is a lot of information to take in all at once! Once I was home, I decided that I would just go to straight to bed. I got myself comfortable on the couch and was getting ready to doze off. If it's help I want, then I think I should pay a visit to a few friends of mine.

I hope you guys enjoyed this bonus chapter! Do you think this story should be rated M from the references used in this chapter or stay at T? Let me know! There will be a sequel to this story coming out soon, so I added the ending piece just to add some hype. The sequel is going to be a lot more intense than this story, because it's going to be crazy! Also, I posted a poll on my profile asking what you guys wanted to see next, so please check it out! Thanks for reading! XD