Disclaimer: I have a big crush on Skipper... *honest, honest* *slapped by Skipper*
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"Skippa has never been so late before. What time is this?" Private asked.
Kowalski looked at his wristwatch. "0203 hours. Now I doubt that Skipper will be okay," he said worriedly.
"Do-don't think like that, Kowalski!" Private chirped. "You said it yourself that Skippa will be okay. I believe that! Don't switch the fact that Skippa will be okay into your own imagination that Skippa will lose by some figure! Maybe he can't fight without his sword, but he can still fight with his skills and tricks! We have to have faith in him!"
"Yeah, we should!" Rico reassured him. "Just believe in him..."
Kowalski widened his eyes. Since when did the Private and Rico lecturing him in the first place? But without him noticing it, he smiled. "Yeah, we should have faith in him."
"No, he wouldn't survived," a figure stood in front of them spoke. Kowalski, Private, and Rico turned and saw him. "I've trapped him in my illusion. There's no way he could survive."
"This voice...," Private couldn't believe his own ears. "Logan Clark?!"
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"Mom? Mom, where are you?" a young raven-haired boy who was in age five looking for his mother, not knowing that his mother was in the living room. "Mom?"
"Come here, my dear," a soft voice made young Skipper turned to the large living room he was passing by. "You should search more to the detail," his mother warmly smiled.
"Mom!" young Skipper ran to his mother and hugged her tight.
"I don't like him! He's too scary!" a boy around Skipper's age yelled to his mother. "Every time he's mad, the water suddenly splashed at me!"
"He's too crazy!"
"He's weird..."
"He's scaring my dog!"
"Let's go to the other playground!"
That was what young Skipper had when he was in the children playground. Every kid in there didn't like him and said that he was too scary and weird because of his ability. But the most that punched his heart was, "I don't wanna be friend with him! I hate him!"
Young Skipper could only fell silence and couldn't do anything, letting the kids left him all alone. But every time he was sad, his mother was always beside him, letting him hug her tightly and cry on her dress. She loved Skipper more than anything in the world—she loved her family, even if her husband, the head of vampire clan, had two different wives and two different children.
But this was where the incident happened. At his and his sister's sixth birthday, a man in white suit came over the Glazery clan—one of the three noble vampire clans—and accused Skipper and his sister's father of who-knows-what. The white suited man seemed so angry and attacked Skipper's father with his minions. Skipper and his sister, accompanied by their mothers, finally ran away.
But in the end, Skipper's mother finally got caught when he was hiding and so as his sister's mother. Skipper didn't see his sister anywhere near him and thought that she was brought along with her mother. Finally the whole family clan was killed and the white suited man burned the mansion. Skipper lost his only family, and seemed like the white suited man chased him every time he ran away.
The siblings Manfredi and Johnson were his only hope. He ran to his newly best friends and asked for protection. Manfredi and Johnson was Skipper's best friends and they were only ordinary children with no talents and powers. But they always wanted to have one and when they met Skipper, they became best friends.
The white suited man finally gone and Skipper decided that he should live at Manfredi and Johnson's house. But their parents finally passed out a year later, so he and the other were brought to the orphanage. There, they met Hans. Hans was also like Skipper; he had special talents. They—Skipper, Manfredi, and Johnson—finally be friend with Hans.
Two years later, the incident happened. And there was a day that Skipper wouldn't want to remember. The orphanage got flooded and Mafredi and his brother got brought by the current. Skipper and Hans was the only survivor. That day, Skipper was only nine. And that day, was also the day that Skipper wouldn't want to remember, ever. Hans betrayed him and cornered him at a cliff.
"You've been a great leader, Skipper," Hans said as he drew his scythe.
"Hans, you—" Skipper couldn't finish his words.
"Don't worry, Skipper. I promise I will take care your bones when you're die," Hans replied as he pointed his scythe to Skipper's neck.
"Hans...," Skipper never felt so angry before. He felt like an ice had just melted into lava. "You, you never—" But his words were never ended. Just right beside them, another flood came up and quickly washed them off. Skipper could only saw black now.
But even if it was faint, he could hear a voice—a voice that he sworn he had just heard somewhere... He tried to open his eyes, but the flood was just making it worse. But he tried once again and saw...
"Marlene?"
"Skipper, wake up!"
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A few minutes earlier...
Marlene was really confused, should she interfere Skipper's battle between the kid, or just stood there and watch? She had no rights to interfere, and it's Skipper we were talking about. He never wanted a civilian to interfere his business. But if she just stood there without helping him, she couldn't stand it. She could see Skipper moved his hand as the water he controlled moved just like he wanted; slashed, cut, froze, and even blocked the hooded kid with huge block of ice!
Marlene was still stood under the staircase—she peeked from the gap of the stair—in awe when she heard the kid screamed and a billowing smoke came out of nowhere. And unfortunately, the smoke also covered Skipper who was standing there. She let out a small gasp. "Skipper!" she screamed.
After she heard the kid said something that she couldn't hear, Marlene felt wind blew beside her. Apparently the hooded kid ran away, leaving Skipper who was still inside the smoke.
"No, Skipper!" Marlene recklessly stepped up to the third floor and saw in shock as the smoke covered the whole corridor. "Oh, my...," she muttered.
A moment or two later, the smoke slowly disappeared, revealing Skipper in the middle of the corridor, laid on the floor—unconscious. "Skipper!" she screamed as she ran towards him.
She stepped beside him who still unconscious, making Marlene shivered in scared of losing him. Wait, what? Losing him? She was scared of losing him? How could she think like that? She barely even knew him. Yet, she was afraid of losing him? So funny, she forgot to laugh...
Marlene was intended to wake him up, so she took a look around until she spotted a small closet. She ran towards it and opened the door. A bunch of cleaning tools was in front of her eyes, and she snatched a bucket of clean water. She ran back to Skipper, and splashed the water on his face. Right then, his upper black sweater was soaking wet, and also his face. Slowly, his eyes twitched and opened, revealing his shiny and pretty sapphire eyes that were hiding behind his eyelids.
"Marlene?" he asked with his hoarse but innocent voice.
"Skipper, wake up!"
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To Be Continued...
A/N:
-Logan Clark is owned by hmbird11
-Andrew Enright and Drake Parker are owned by JustAnotherLoneWolf
-Skindy Palms, Drace Nightray, and Draco Nightray are owned by DracoFireDragon
-Alexandra 'Alex' June Hunter and Argent Marie Lavigne are owned by Ladybookworm18
-etc...
And by the way, I've just work on my first one-shot English PoM story. It's inspired by Simple Plan's Perfect and now is still on work. PB7, let me hear your concrit...
Oh, and PB7, I can't change Private's catchphrase 'Skippa' because I've been typed that along with the story. So please bear with me.
Your review is my life... *slap!*