This is a song chapter, again.
The song is (again) by Three Days Grace, I think their music really goes well with this story.:)
It's 'Someone who cares'
So, I reread this chapter and changed the death/dead confusions and some big grammar errors.
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Enjoy!
Chapter 25: Someone Who Cares
BANG. The penguin in front of him sank to the floor. Private moved towards him, looked in the eyes of his brother. The lights in his eyes faded, while he mumbled his last words. "I am dying while looking into the eyes of a devil. God have mercy." Private closed his own eyes. The murder he had planned to do was done.
Only not by him.
Private opened his eyes and turned around. There stood three penguins in the door opening. "He had it coming kid." The penguin with the gun in his flipper said to him, with a sad expression on his face.
"Who are you?" Private couldn't believe that it was over now, his brother was dead. Just like his friends, family, team mates. But this was different. He didn't see the dead penguin as his brother or as one of his friends. The shock of being related to him and Manfredi had worn off. He didn't feel sorry for the dead penguin. He had it coming.
The penguin who stood in front of the others, tried to smile at him, but he failed. "I can't tell you my name, its classified." Private nodded. "Why did you kill him?" Although Private already knew the answer, he wanted to hear if Boris had made more victims. "There were a lot of accusations against Boris. First, the death of commando Skipper and his soldier Rico. The murder of special agent Nigel, and then several cases of abuse."
Private looked at him. He had known that Boris had killed Nigel, he had seen it. But how could Skipper and Rico have died because of him? They were on a mission in Denmark. But then he remembered, the last thing that Boris had said to Skipper. "Never again Skipper. It's over. But I promise you, I will make sure that your end will be as miserable as Manfredi's was. Mark my words." So that meant that the mission, was fake? That they had died in vain, just so that Boris could get his revenge?
"Are you alright kid? Do you need any help for getting home?" The shooter asked him, he had still the gun in his flipper. Private shook his head. "No thank you sir."
He waddled back through the almost dark city. The thoughts ran through his head, he couldn't understand what had happened to him. Who was guilty for what exactly? Was he the one to blame for everything that had happened?
He peered through every window, he saw family's dining together. Friends playing cards together. Everyone seemed to be at the right place, at home, together with their friends or family. No one was alone, no one but Private. He wished that he could be with friends again, with family. But they wouldn't come back. There was no room for him anywhere.
Every street in this city
Is the same to me
Everyone's got a place to be
But there's no room for me
He didn't feel the rain on his head. He just waddled further over the pavement, ignoring the screaming people. "Look at that penguin!"
Was it really his fault that his parents had died? How did they die? Why was he the only one to survive this mess? What had he done to deserve this? Why wasn't he death, like his friends? Why couldn't he find anybody who cared about him?
Am I to blame when the guilt and the shame
Hang over me
Like a dark cloud that chases you down
In the pouring rain
How could Boris say that he had killed his parents? He hadn't done anything on purpose. He had lost everybody he had cared about. Everyone who had cared about him. The one penguin who had caused this was dead, but it didn't soften the pain.
How could he ever understand what had happened to his life? How could he possibly survive this? It was almost like he was invisible, although the people did notice him. But they didn't care about him. They just didn't liked 'wild' animals in the city. None of them could see the pain he endured, it was unknown to them. Made that him unloved?
It's not what it seems when you're not on the scene
There's a chill in the air
But there are people like me that nobody sees
So nobody cares
He could see it now. It was his fault. If he hadn't been born, Nigel would have joined the mission. He would have prevented that anything bad would happen to his nephews. He would have helped Skipper. Johnson and Manfredi would still be alive. He now knew why Boris had hated him. He would have hated himself too. He was to blame for everything. For the death of his parents, Manfredi, Johnson, Rico, Skipper, Kowalski, Nigel and Boris. He had killed everyone he cared about, although he never got their blood on his flippers, never pulled the trigger.
I swear this time it won't turn out the same
'Cause now I've got myself to blame
And you'll know when we end up on the streets
That it's easy enough to find someone
Who looks down on you
Why is it so hard to find someone
Who cares about you?
When it's easy enough to find someone
Who looks down on you
Why is it so hard to find someone
Who can keep it together when you've come undone?
Why is it so hard to find someone
Who cares about you?
He saw the bell tower of the zoo. He was finally home, but it didn't feel like he belonged there. He was all alone, he didn't deserve it to stay here. He waddled through the gates. He was the one to blame.
Why is it so hard to find someone
Who cares about you?
A figure appeared in front of him.
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