Scythe of the Heartless

Chapter 10: The Second Beginning

Somewhere in the air duct system of the EPF, a loud racket was going on. Many penguins raised their heads to look at the ceiling with confused concern as echoes of roars and clattering rattled above their offices, fading away after a few seconds. Somewhere in the Puffle Quarters, a small gathering of puffles watched on as a black puffle fitted the panel back into place. A certain purple puffle was squeaking in complaint, but no one paid her any heed. Several technicians scrambled to look at the screen that showed the object hurtling through the air shafts, babbling nervously as they wondered how this object managed to bust through the filters which were especially fitted in to halt little 'intruders'. They had no idea how easily the filters splintered under the power of a determined puffle. Before they could do anything to remove this mysterious thing in the air ducts, it was already blasting towards the surface, leaving a scorch mark in its wake.

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One of the stack heads near the surface began shaking violently. Then, abrupt silence. A small portion of it gradually started glowing red hot. With a forceful push of telekinesis, it dented, twisted, and split open, green flames flickering out from between the gap. The puffle within rocketed out in a blaze and took to the skies, towards the mountains, faster than the average jetpack, its fire fueled by pure urgency and rage.

Somewhere in the forest, a penguin on a sleek camoflauge-patterned snowmobile threaded his way between the pines skillfully. His blue goggles and earmuffs served their use as he faced the numbingly cold wind. Why he was joining in? Only his elder brother, currently reclining in his own quarters with a mug of cocoa, knew what the object he carried with him could do.

Somewhere inside a polar bear's lair, a penguin bound in ropes felt her head tingling with dread before her thoughts became jumbled as they re-aligned themselves. After a few seconds, her eyes gleamed with renewed life, but the lunatic, lopsided grin on her beak bore an ill omen.

FYIs: Flare's flame lessons seems to have payed off on Scythe pretty quick, but why has it turned green?

Author's note:

Thanks for the reviews and suggestions; I've applied Anon's suggestion of escaping by air ducts here, so credit for the idea goes to you! :)

Now it's serious time. Alright.

I think I have a way out of this mess. I think.

You know, when I read this whole story from the beginning again after a looong break from writing, I see how childish and goofy I was. I sounded so hyper. But hopefully I've matured enough.

What I'm going to do now, if I ever have enough time off tiresome school, is I'm going to go over every chapter and do a revision of it. I'm going to take away most of my replies, status reports and stuff, tweak a few details, and yup.

So you can consider me half active again, thanks to your reviews.

Yeah.

Let's hope I don't make a flip-flop on this now.

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