Chapter 10!
There was a MURDER BY ME. Creepy bitch went and killed a baby. She even LOOKS LIKE A BITCH. Anyways, to story land.

Skipper's POV

"Kowalski, options." I said. I knew this was the trap. Get us all together, and trap us.

Then, the ass hole came in on his Segway. He had a proud grin on his face, and amusement in his eyes. For this psychopath, the games had just began.

"Hello pengoins, an friends." When he said friends, he glanced at the girls. They slowly backed to the back of the cage, except for Miranda.

"My daddy's gonna kick your butt." Miranda said in an matter-of-fact voice.

"Miranda, stop!" Megan grabbed her wrist and yanked her back with her and Annabella. Miranda didn't protest, but looked confused at Megan.

"Meggy! You said we were gonna Jodi him!" Miranda said. I didn't really know what "Jodi him" meant, but I had an idea.

"Jodi? What does that mean?" Blowhole said, putting his glare on Megan, who just looked at the ground. No comment? That's it.

I walked right up to the cage, and grabbed the bars. It only took me a second to pull away. Those damn things had electric running through them! I ignored the pain in my hands, and spoke my mind.

"Okay, what the fuck did you do? I know it was something. Trust me, I will get out of here, and the first thing I will do, is put a gun to your no good punk head." I was actually growling, not a big surprise.

Then, the bitch had the nerve to laugh. "Skipper, can't you just except the girl you thought was all tough is really nothing but a coward? I told her to be that way you know." Blowhole said. That's when everyone in the room, except for the girls, Damon, and me gasped. No way, Megan was not a spy. She can't be.

"What are you talking about? We're, we're not working for you." Megan stuttered from the corner of the cage. Annabella wouldn't even look up from the ground, and Megan was suddenly interested in the ceiling. Neither wouldn't make eye contact with any of us, which could only mean one thing. She and Annabella were spies. I fell in love with a spy. Damn it. Damn her.

"My daughter isn't working for you, fuck face!" Damon shouted.

"Well, we met in a nightclub, and your little 'princess' was drunk, along with Annabella here. Turns out, she has a drinking problem! Addict much? I pretty much blew that off, and decided to get to know them when they weren't drunk. Turns out, they were charmers! Asked them to work with me, they said yes. How cool? I guess they lost their memory when I fake kidnapped them!" Blowhole said as he grinned at the girls, who didn't even seem to notice.

"Well, I'm going to go, get ready for our time here." With that, he wheeled out, leaving us alone.

I was about to handle the problem, but Private talked before I could. "Skippah? Can we talk for a moment?"

I groaned, and went over to his cage. "Yes, Private?"

"Well, as you know I'm good at reading human emotions and actions. I think I know what happened to the girls." He said, looking rather sure of himself.

"Okay, what happened?" I asked, honestly not really caring as much as I used to. They were spies. Kowalski and Rico got closer to hear, and Damon was probably listening from his cage.

"Uh…It appears that it was most likely, uh, forced…sexual intercourse." Private said as he glanced down at the ground, an kicked an imaginary rock.

Sure, they were spies. Personally, I don't think any human being should be forced to have sex with someone. I was gonna kill him.

Damon, he took it atypical. He just stood there, as if lost in his own world. He didn't look pissed, or mad for that matter. Just, in shock I guess. He had this lost look in his eyes.

"Daddy, I wanna go home." Miranda said as he tugged on her fathers arm, and she was on the verge of tears. At least she was caged with her dad.

"Yeah, yeah, I know Miranda. I'm gonna, I'm gonna get us outta here. Promise." Damon said as he seemed to come out of his trance.

"Hello, I have returned!" Blowhole announced as he came back into the room, grinning that creepy grin as always.

"What the hell do you want?" I growled, not in the mood for his shit right now. I was never in the mood for blowhole shit!

"I would watch the attitude Skipper. Might make things easier for you in the future. Red ones, get him and bring him into room three please." Blowhole commanded as three of his mutant freaks came over to the cage I was in.

"Oh, and don't fight it Skipper. Or else, your team will die. Along with my spies, who you obviously have grown on. Some, more then others of course."

"Wouldn't dream of it, shit-head." I shot back, acting as if I was just playing along with his little game.

The freaks of nature then grabbed me and started dragging me outta the room. I didn't fight it, and to piss them off, started singing, "Highway to hell"

What can I say? I called them delicious dipped in butter because they dress up like lobsters, and they hated it. Might as well keep the hatred going.

Okay, I fell as if I should explain this chapter, like, serious wise I guess. I did research for this and looked up serial killers and watched movies and read online and stuff. Also, this is what I do in free time. I learned many things from this actually. In a show called Psych (watched it before this), a serial killer sends notes to the police, and messes with their mind. Shawn (main dude) actually fakes a break down and it's believed to be real, as things like this happen.

Also, in another thing I read (this was actually in free time a while ago.) there was a killer in Japan who was, well, a sarcastic smart ass. He set someone's car on fire, then sent a note saying something like, "Hey, how was your day? I set your car on fire. Haha." That caused two cops to kill themselves, so these people do try to get in people's heads. That's what Blowhole is doing. If I find the link to that, I will put it in my bio! Also, does anyone know that guys name? I wanna do more research.
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