Chapter 11
Well, it's been a while, huh? I haven't died, I've just became addicted to watching weird videos on YouTube, and last night I hit an all time low and sorted beads into zip block bags. Also, I had HUGE WRITERS BLOCK. Whoever came up with that fucker should be killed, The Last Of Us style. Anyways, I'm gonna stop blabbing. INTO THE AWESOME WORLD OF STORY!
Skipper's POV
This officially sucked. Period. I was tied to a table, and couldn't move a muscle. The straps were around my legs, chest, and forearms.
"Skipper, if your smart, just do what's best for you." Blowhole said from the other side of the room. Before that, he hadn't said anything. He was doing something at the table on the other end of the room. All I heard was clanging every once and a while.
"Go to hell, you no good son of a bitch!" I yelled. He tore my entire life apart. I wasn't about to listen to him. He sent spies into my house for christ's sake! He probably knew I would fall for Megan too. Son of a bitch.
"You just won't listen. Such a shame." Blowhole turned around, and slowly came over to me. Smiling like no tomorrow. An evil, twisted, sick minded smile.
That's when he got to the table, and pulled out the cleaver.
He ran it across my arm, and my fucking god, it hurt like hell. Somehow I managed not to scream or make a sound as the scarlet blood poured out of my arm. My entire arm was sticky, and soaked with blood.
Then, he started making the small cuts on my legs, and chest. I screamed once, maybe twice, but held most of it in.
I could hardly keep my eyes open, and my vision was blurry. He said something, that I didn't hear. Then, I could have sworn I heard Private scream. I tried to sit my head up to look and see where it was coming from any why, but I never got the chance.
Electric current ran through my entire body from the straps that held me down. I screamed as loud as I possibly could. The blood was making is worse.
Curse you...Blowhole...
Private's POV
I got one fast, quick glance at the screen, and seen all the red. That's all it took for me to look away and ask.
"Kowalski...is he..." I said before I found my voice leaving my throat. I couldn't say it. He can't be...he just can't.
"Well, Skipper is very tough Private. Although, being a man of science, I must admit it doesn't look very good." Kowalski said, and he glanced at the ground. Rico looked broken hearted, the same as all of us.
"Is Skippy dead?" Miranda asked quietly as she stared at her father. She was already crying, as if she knew the answer to her question.
Damon stood there, not knowing what to say. You can't tell a six year old shes looking at a dead person through a TV!
"Uh huh." Rico said simply, clearly not caring. He was upset, and I couldn't blame him.
"No Miranda! He's just sleeping sweetie." I said, covering up for Rico saying he was dead. Miranda just said, "Oh." Then she started saying how she wanted her dad. They were in two different cages.
We all watched as Blowhole wheeled out of the room, leaving Skippah alone.
It took all I had, but I stared at the screen. Skippah's left arm was covered in blood. You couldn't even see his skin anymore. He also had random patches of blood all over him that weren't that big, but were still there.
Then, he had the burns. They were mostly on his forearms and shoulders. He was so...in pain looking. I tore my eyes away from the screen, and looked down.
Everyone was silent, lost in their thoughts.
A lobster came into the room, and went over to Rico's cage. He got a little too close though. Rico reached through the bars carefully and grabbed his shirt. He then slammed his head into the cage. The lobster collapsed, dead. Some blood trickled out of his nose and mouth, but I tried to ignore it.
I stood frozen, while Kowalski smiled. Damon looked completely shocked, as did the girls. Well, except Miranda.
"WHOA! Rico you are so cool!" Miranda had basically started jumping up and down in her own cage.
"Hehe, it's nothin." Rico said. He then reached down and growled.
"If I have to touch this guys ass to get the key card, I want control of the TV." Rico announced. Then, for the first time, Megan and Annabella showed an emotion. Megan laughed, and Annabella hit her for it. Glad to see they were doing better, sorta.
"Rico, just do it!" Kowalski yelled.
"Ugh, fine." He reached and grabbed the key card out of the lobsters back pocket and grabbed his key. He pulled it into his cage. He smiled at it.
"I'm bringin us home!" He stuck his arm out of the cage, and opened his cage. Then, he came and opened everyone else's! We were free!
Yeah...I don't think this is the best chapter I've written. It's short as fuck. I hope I put Skipper through in enough hell, that you guys like it! Then again, I hope you feel the scene. I had a HUGE writers block on this, but it's gone now! Also, by the time you read this, I will be working on the next chapter! That way, you get it faster, and I get the pressure of me! I've been writing a novel that has nothing to do with POM, so I haven't been 100% into this. I will be from now on though! Promise!
