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"When we came home that day, the entire room was a mess. The table was upside down, the chairs were on their sides all over the room. It looked like a fight had happened. Or like someone had just came and wrecked the place. Everything was dark and luminous. Scary. We both knew that something was wrong." Skipper paused. "We were afraid to find out what had happened. We didn't know that our father had been beaten to a bloody pulp,"

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~Past~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

"P-p-papa?" Destiny called out in a scared voice. Their father wasn't a messy man. It wasn't like him to leave the house a mess like this. He didn't leave things lying all over the place.

"Do you think something bad happened to him?" Skipper asked terrified. He didn't know why else his father would leave the house so messed up. He was very worried about his father. What could've happened to him to make him leave without cleaning up?

Destiny walked into the wrecked room. "I don't know Skippy," She said nervously. "We have to find him."

Skipper walked fearfully down the hallway to his father's room. "P-p-p-papa?" He called. No one answered. He stood in the door way to the room afraid to go in. "Papa?" he called again. He stepped into the room and screamed.

Destiny startled by Skippers sudden screeched ran down the hallway into her father's room where Skipper stood shaking.

Skipper stared at his father. His father who lay on the floor of the room with bruises all over his body and scratches and cuts everywhere. The ice under him was dyed red. "P-papa?" he called fearfully in a cracked voice.

"A beautiful sight isn't it?" Sasha said slyly from the door way of the room. Skipper and Destiny spun around and stared up at Sasha, shaking, red eyed, and terrified. Sasha let out a harsh hyena laugh when she saw the fear that was instilled upon the two small children.

~~~~~~Present~~~~~~~

Skipper paused. Thinking about what happened next sent shivers down his spine. He grabbed his elbows in attempt to keep himself from shaking. He remembered how pained his father looked. The cold ice slamming into him as he was thrown into the cold. Tears formed in his eyes. He still didn't understand it. Why were people like that? They were innocent. His father never did anything wrong. They never did anything wrong on purpose. No one was more innocent than they were. But that's what she got the most pleasure out of. Why?

"Skippah?" Private asked carefully. Skipper seemed to curl into himself. Whatever Sasha did next really scared him.

"Skipper?" Kowalski asked slowly. Skipper was obviously traumatized by whatever happened next. He didn't want to make Skipper any worse. He decided to wait until Skipper calmed down before asking for the next piece of the story.

Private didn't want to make Skipper worse so he waited like Kowalski.

Rico didn't think the same. "Wha?" He asked. "Wha happen?"

"Rico," Kowalski scolded. "Wait a minute."

"Wha?" Rico asked defensively.

Private motioned towards Skipper, who was obviously having trouble telling them this without them pressuring him.

Rico shrugged defensively. What did he do?

Kowalski slapped Rico.

Rico shook his head, shocked. The shocked feeling melted into anger and he turned and pushed Kowalski down.

Kowalski got up. Rico did the same. The two started to fight. Not how they were trained. They faought with punches in more of a street fighting manor.

Private got up and tried to break up the fight. "Guys cut it out!" he grunted as he tried to separate the two stronger penguins. Rico pushed him out of the way.

Skipper opened his eyes and watched the two fight for a few minutes. He blinked wondering if he had fainted and was now dreaming. It gave him a little break from his traumatizing memory.

Private tried again. This time he crawled up in between them and kicked them apart. They both took a few steps backward and stared at Private angrily before charging at each other again.

Skipper got up and jumped between the two sending them both into opposite walls. "Enough!" he ordered. "What's the matter with you two?" He demanded. If it was one thing he hated it was fighting between friends. Arguing was fine but not fighting. That annoyed him. He looked back and forth between the two. They both looked down shamefully.

Skipper rubbed his temples and sat down suddenly overcome with a terrible headache. He remembered what he was currently doing. It only made the headache worse. He hated the room. The one in the back of their house. The one Sasha had thrown them into every night. He rubbed his eyes and looked up at the clock. It was twelve o'clock at night.

Kowalski looked ever at Skipper. "Are you ok?" he asked calmly.

Skipper took a deep breath. "Yeah," he sighed. "I'm fine."

"You don't look fine Skippah," Private said. Skipper looked sick truthfully.

"I know," Skipper replied. He didn't feel too hot either.

Rico looked up at Kowalski before looked back at Skipper. "Wha next?" he asked.

Skipper sighed he knew that was coming.

"Rico!" Kowalski scolded. Didn't Rico have a shred of decency?

"It's fine Kowalski," Skipper said, trying to be the mediator. It wasn't very hard for him.

Rico stuck his tongue out at Kowalski.

Kowalski responded with a growl.

"Knock it off you two," Skipper commanded.

"So," Private asked cautiously, "what did she do to you?" He didn't know if he wanted to find out.

~~~~~Past~~~~~

She stood between the doorway and the little brats. She smiled at them. "It's your turn now," he said evilly. She looked straight at Skipper.

Skipper swallowed and grabbed onto his sisters arm. Shaking with intense fear that he'd never felt before. This woman had just hurt his father. Who knew what she was going to do to him.

Sasha snatched them both up and carried them down the hallway.

Skipper and Destiny let out high pitched screeches and cries as they were carried down the hallway.

Sasha threw Destiny into the back room and slammed the door shut. Destiny quickly got up and ran to the door. "SKIPPY!" she cried frantically slamming her fists onto the hard ice door. "Skippy!"

"Sissy!" Skipper cried now more terrified than ever. He was slammed onto the kitchen counter. Sasha emptied what was left in their refrigerator. "Wh-what are y-you g-gonna do w-w-with m-m-m-m-me?" he stuttered fearfully.

Sasha grabbed Skipper and threw him into the refrigerator. "Goodnight you little brat!" She laughed as she closed the refrigerator door.

Skipper was filled with more fear. He sat up on the top shelf of the refrigerator shivering. He reached forward and pushed on the door but it wouldn't open. He was trapped. He couldn't get out. It was so cold in here. He could freeze to death in here. He couldn't die. He didn't want to die! His heart started to race. What if he did die? What would sissy do? What would Papa do? Papa would be real sad if he found him in the refrigerator…dead. Skipper grabbed his elbows and shivered. "PAPA!" he cried. Tears burned through his eyes, cascading down his cheeks. "Papa." The white walls of the refrigerator gave no hope. The ice clinging to the roof gave no comfort. As Skipper cried and cried he knew that he was gonna freeze to death in the refrigerator.

Sasha left late that night she didn't come back until late the next night.

Destiny stayed up all night banging on the door and crying for her brother. She couldn't imagine what could've happened to him. She began to cry early in the night. "Skippy!" she cried, tears flowing down the feathers on her cheek. Where was he? What did she do to him?

Max woke up the next morning sore and stiff. He looked around. It seemed like no one was home. He realized what time it had to be and shot up into a sitting position. Skipper and Destiny! He ran to their rooms. They weren't there. They weren't there. His heart skipped a beat. Where were they? Ran into the main room and looked around frantically. Where could they be? He felt burning behind his eyes. No no no no, they have to be here somewhere. He stood still for a second trying to hear anything. Any sign of life. Then he heard it.

Destiny wasn't going to give up. She was exhausted but she had to find Skipper. "SKIPPY!" she shouted with all the voice she had left.

Max ran to the back room. The empty room at the back of the house. He opened the door and looked down to see Destiny. He picked her up and hugged her. He was so relieved to see that she was ok. He kissed her forehead. "Are you ok sweetheart?" he asked calmly. He was shaking because of how worried he was.

"I'm ok papa," Destiny cried.

Max didn't feel any of the bruises or other injuries that he had. All he cared about was Destiny and that she was ok. "Where's your brother?" he asked urgently. He needed to find Skipper.

Destiny burst out crying. "I don't know Papa. She-she-she tooked him and-and-and- I don't know where she tooked him," she cried uncontrollably. What if he was dead?

Max held Destiny tighter. "Don't worry baby we'll find him. We'll find him," He said calmly. They had to find him. He rocked Destiny back and forth. "We'll find him," he whispered.

Destiny curled into her father. She couldn't stop crying. What if they didn't?

Max walked back to the main room and looked around. There wasn't any hint to where Skipper was. His heart raced. What if she took him somewhere else? Where was he? Where was his son? He walked into the kitchen and placed Destiny gently onto the counter.

Destiny sniffled and picked up one of the many ice cubes that were lying on the counter, confused.

Skipper was now colder than cold. He felt freezed all the way to the bone. He was shivering violently feeling colder than he'd ever felt before. He still didn't want to die. He wanted to be warm again. He wanted to be in papa's warm arms. Papa's loving warm arms. He reached forwards and banged on the frozen door with as much strength as he had left.

Max froze. He looked at the refrigerator. Tap. Tap. Tap. He heard it. It was such a quiet noise but he heard it. Tap. Tap. Tap. It was coming from the refrigerator. He walked towards it and reached for the handle hesitantly. Tap. Tap. Tap. He opened the door. He thought he was going to have a heart attack.

Skipper saw his father and burst into tears. "P-pap-p-pa. I'm s-s-so c-c-c-c-cold," he cried.

Max pulled his son out of the refrigerator and held him tightly. He was stuck in the refrigerator all night. He picked up Destiny and held them both. They nestled into his chest and cried. He almost cried himself. They had to have been so scared. He should've been there for them. He didn't even remember what happened. One minute he was walking through the door from work and the next thing he knew he was being used as a living punching bad. He should've been more alert. He should've been there to stop her from doing this. He felt knots forming in his stomach. He held them tighter. He'd never let this happen again. Never.

Sometime in the morning Skipper and Destiny fell asleep. Max never let them go. He held them all morning. While they slept. He wasn't going to let anything happen to them. They slept all day, and Max was more than happy to let them. He sat with them in the middle of the overturned main room. They slept into the night. Max smiled down at them. They were both sleeping so soundly. So calmly. They looked so peaceful it almost brought him to tears.

He rested his head against the wall. A few minutes later the front door opened. Sasha walked in.

Max looked up at her. She smiled at him. "I see you found my presents," she taunted. She let out a hyena like laugh. Max swallowed. He didn't answer.

"Did you like my presents?" she asked delightfully.

Max stared at her wide eyed. He hoped he wasn't required to answer.

"Well," She growled.

"Um.. n-no?" Max replied fearfully. He didn't want her do do anything more to them. He wanted her to leave them alone.

"What?" she demanded.

"I mean yes," Max stuttered. "Y-yes." He flinched.

"Good," Sasha hissed walking to the bedroom.

Max sighed and let his head fall back to the wall. What did he do to deserve this? Why did they have to deal with this wicked, torturous woman? Why? He was just glad that she left them alone. He didn't sleep that night. He stayed up and watched over Skipper and Destiny like a guardian angel would. He wasn't going to let his children suffer anymore tonight. Not his children. He looked down at them. His little angels.