A\N: Sorry for the delay, but there were some mental and technical problems. xD
Here´s the next chapter:
(Group Two)
All three jumped when sudden laughing and shouting came from upstairs.
"COME BACK ORANGE PANDA! COME BACK SO I CAN BE KILLING YOU!"
"No way! You gotta catch me first!"
Kowalski cast a glance up towards the ceiling in a frustrated manner, lowering it quickly again, hoping that no one had seen him. Fey always acted cold with him, but Julian? Now she was up playing catch with him.
The others saw his look, but decided to stay quiet.
"So, what do we do now?" AT asked.
"I have no idea. Maybe we should go up again and-"
"Wait!" Rico interrupted. "Waz that?" He pointed over to the torture devices.
AT shone her flashlight into the direction he was pointing at. "I don´t see anything." She whispered.
Kowalski squinted, trying to see better. Then, he slowly made out some weird dull reflection.
Almost like someone was back there, staring back at them.
The genius shuddered. "Guuuys…?" He whispered. "I think we should get up right now!"
"Why?" Achat asked. Before he could answer her, a sudden movement startled them.
Then the door slammed shut.
Despite still having the light of the flashlights, they all yelped and jumped back.
"Woo waz that?"
"My uncle Barney." Kowalski shot back, sarcasm running down his beak.
"Okay, good…" Rico sighed with relief.
"Maybe he´s gone now." AT said.
"Or he´s in here with us." The brainiac suggested. Everyone froze and stared at the door.
But before anyone could muster the courage to shine their light at the door, said flashlights flickered…and went off.
(Group One)
Skipper led his group through the hallway. They had heard a mysterious thump! downstairs.
"It could be the murderer!" Skipper had guessed. And he was still sure of it.
Marlene and Private followed closely behind, clutching each other tightly.
"Pick up the pace a little, soldiers! We´ll never get there in time!" the penguin grumbled.
"But I´m scared!" Private said. "Me too!"
At the sound of the frightened girl, (and Private too of course), Skipper sighed. "Alright, come here you…two." He put his flipper around Marlene and Private.
"Thanks." Marlene said, a bit awkwardly. She still couldn't help but to lean a bit closer.
But Private did the same, so Skipper didn´t notice the affectionate gesture.
They reached the basement door. It loomed from out of the dark, looking even spookier with the dim hall lights.
Skipper removed his flippers from his comrades and glared up at the door.
"Well?" Marlene whispered.
"Hold on." Skipper pressed his earhole to the door.
(Group Two)
Rico finally got so nervous with Kowalski clicking the flashlights on and off, trying to make them work and the other two just staring into the pitch-black darkness, that he accidently regurgitated a dynamite stick to calm himself.
"No!" Kowalski tackled his friend and the dynamite stick fell out of the other´s wings and onto the floor. "I got it!" AT quickly snuffed out the fuse.
She was about to give it back to the scarred penguin who had stood up again, when suddenly she froze.
"What?"
"I thought I heard…someone at the door."
"Probably the killer." Kowalski´s sky-blue eyes searched the dark room.
It was still dark, but he could make out a thin line of light coming from upstairs. That must be the door. But something was blocking the light.
"The killer! He´s at the other side of the door!" Kowalski whispered and they saw how the shape at the crack moved.
(Group One)
Skipper turned to his team. "I heard a voice and something shuffling down there. He´s definitely in there!"
"Wait, Skippah! Couldn´t it be AT, Rico and Kowalski?"
"No chance, soldier, they´re up in the attic. Anyway," Skipper grabbed Marlene´s flashlight.
"We go in on three! One…two…"
(Group Two)
"Wat nao?" Whispered Rico as he fidgeted around. He started chewing on his flipper tip.
"I have an option." Kowalski started to the relief of the others. "But it´s going to need some oil and a car."
"Negativ." The weapon experts muttered sadly.
"How about we attack him?" The last member of the group finally spoke up. "I mean, he knows we´re in here, but he´ll be surprised when we attack him at the door, push him in and lock him into the basement! Then we´ll force him to tell us where the jamming transmitter is, and call the police."
"I agree up to the points of ´lock him into the basement´." The brainiac waddled forward. "Okay, everyone grab something to hit the killer with and let´s go!"
(In the basement)
"THREE!" Skipper kicked the door open and the first group lunged forward. AT, Rico and Kowalski sprang forth at the same time.
The results were chaos, loud noises and bruised bodies as the party tumbled down the steps.
Skipper managed to save his dignity when he heroically jumped up and grabbed a flashlight, shining it around.
"You! What are you three doing here?"
"What are you doing here? You´re supposed to be upstairs!"
"And you´re supposed to be in the attic!" Skipper returned the author´s comment as everyone started to entwine themselves from each other.
"No, we were looking for the jamming transmitter!"
"Exactly! In the attic!"
By now, everyone had stood up.
Private looked around in the dark basement. No sign of corpses so far, but the frightened Brit didn´t want to stay here long enough to explore.
Suddenly, a hand on his flipper caused him to jump. He would´ve screamed too if Marlene hadn´t put her paw over his beak.
She tugged on his flipper and pointed weakly to the stairs.
This time, Private did scream.
AT and Skipper stopped arguing and everyone turned to him.
"What?!" Skipper demanded to know. A second later, the room was wrapped in darkness as the door slammed shut.
(Group Three)
Private´s scream was louder than he thought, cause it cut right through Team 3´s childish antics. They stopped throwing pillows.
Julian dove behind Fey when the door slammed shut. Then heavy footsteps marched into the hall.
The king cowered behind the red fur. "Who is being dat?!"
"Shh!"
"I am talking ´shhh´!"
Fey dragged him underneath the couch, despite his protest of spiders and dust.
The two mammals lay hidden in the shadows, barely breathing. The footsteps were heading in the opposite direction from before…their direction.
(In the basement)
"How could I be so stupid?" AT groaned.
"I´m asking myself the same question," the lead penguin hissed back.
"What?! Is it my fault that you guys don´t know the difference between basement and attic?!"
"Well, if your team wouldn´t have changed location-"
"We didn´t change location!"
"Yes you did!"
"GUYS!" Marlene cried. "Please would you stop it?!" She sat down and buried her head in her arms.
Skipper walked over to her and put his flipper on her shoulder. "Don´t worry, Marlene. We´ll get out alive."
"I have an option." Kowalski said, scribbling on his clipboard.
"Dos it include oiil an´ a car?" Rico asked.
"No…"
"Why oil and a car?" the British soldier asked.
"Forget it…anyway, it includes climbing out of that window." Kowalski pointed with his pencil to a side window…which was unfortunately right behind the torture devices.
"Back there?" Skipper choked on that idea. "Can´t Rico just blow up the door?"
"Negative sir. It might cause the whole ceiling to collapse and bury us alive."
The officer looked once again at the window, then at his frightened crew.
"But, what about the storm?" Marlene had stood up by now.
As if on cue, a huge flare of white-hot lightning illuminated the room.
The flash lit up the entire room, casting eerie shadows on everyone´s faces.
A few moments later, the whole walls shook with a deafening BOOM!
"We´re going through the door!" AT insisted.
"No way." Skipper turned toward his surprised team. "With our luck, the killer is waiting right behind that block of wood up there." He pointed to the door.
"If we manage to sneak into the house, we can surprise him and maybe get Ringtail and Fey too. It´s our only chance!"
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A\N: That´s it for now, but don´t worry! I´m going to update my stories more often and begin new ones, so cya! X)