3 – …Best Served Cold

How's it going people? Have you heard about Saw VIII coming out. I was kinda depressed at the ending of Saw 3D. The ending had a bigger twist to it than the fourth dimension and I almost broke out crying when I heard about part VIII. Enjoy!

Skipper was walking down the hallway leading out of the pool room, he kept repeating "Blowhole" in his head. The corridor was dimly lit and there were doors to the side, but after finding out, that the first was locked, he didn't bother with the others.

He was holding his stomach, it's true what they say, you don't feel the pain immediately. ˝I know it's you, so why don't you just come out and face head-on!˝ the penguin's voice echoed in the hallways, but received no answer.

Skipper was getting tired of this game, so he tried to recall the events before waking up 30 foot under (water). There wasn't much he could remember, until a stabbing pain in his neck caught his attention, as he grabbed it, fragments, pictures, conversations rushed through his mind.

It was strange, but he watched it from a third person view, ˝Line up men!˝ the remaining birds did as ordered, ˝Time for some recon. Kowalski, I want you and Rico taking the entire west side of the Zoo. Private, you've got the southern habitats and I'll take the northern ones, ˝ They saluted and left, leaving Skipper alone on top of the ice floe.

He jumped the fence and headed straight for the Asian otter habitat, 'I think I'll go with my usual "Focused on my work" play, she always seems to like that one the most'. He jumped the wall and after a quick swim he climbed out of the pool and entered the cave.

˝Marlene, I require an immediate headcount!˝ there was no reply. ˝Marlene? Are you here?˝ he walked around the cave a bit, but there weren't any hiding places, so it was senseless to search. ˝Where could she have gone, the sewers are closed and I didn't see her leave all day.

He scratched his bottom beak a few times and decided to continue his recon. But after turning around, he saw a completely black figure, about his size, swing something at him. He was caught completely off guard. Next thing he knew, darkness filled his vision until waking up in the glass dome.

That's when it hit him, ˝Marlene!˝ he walked into something and fell on his back, ˝What the?˝ he asked, rubbing his forehead. It seems that he had been walking during that flashback and reached a large metal door labeled ˝Freezer˝, but beneath it, written in blood, ˝THE ONLY JUSTIFIED MURDER˝. He gulped seeing that, not knowing who the owner of the liquid tissue is.

˝Ok, if this turns out to be a dead end, I am NOT walking the entire way back!˝ he pushed the door and it actually moved. He felt the icy-cold air rush past him… it felt like home. He entered the freezer and heard the heavy door close behind him.

˝If you planed this as a torture, I'll have to disappoint you, I'm from the South pole, remember? I eat frost for breakfast!˝ his yelling seemed pointless, but he was sure that no one would kidnap him and stick him in a place like this for no reason. The freezer at least had some decent lighting, so he decided to scan the area.

˝Approximate room size… 10 square meters. No shelves, no food, no boxes, looks like this place has been abandoned for years. No frost on the cooling roods, that means it hasn't been operating up until recently, or it was cleaned, but my money's on my first guess. What else… some pipes, some wooden barrels, a small glass box and an ice sculpture shaped like the number two.˝

He raised an eyebrow, before deciding to walk over to it. Something purple and yellow was inside the glass box, and as he reached it, his eyes widened, ˝Eggy!˝ he called, seeing the baby duck inside, ˝Hold on soldier, I'll get you out of there,˝ he turned around, looking for something to smash the glass.

His eyes reached a corner with a baseball bat in it, he ran, or rather waddled, to it as fast as he could and grabbed it. ˝Oh no, not this,˝ his eyes fell on the ground, where he saw another tape-recorder, he hesitantly pressed the "Play" button.

˝*Static*… Hello Skipper. I see you have made it to the first of your many trials. I'm certain that you have recognized the duckling in the glass box as the little Eggy.˝

Skipper let out a growl, ˝You said I was going to judge those who did me wrong, what does he have to do with all this!˝ he calmed down realizing that he can't be heard through the device.

˝What he has to do with all this, you ask?˝ replied the voice. 'Wow, creepy,' thought the captain. ˝Don't worry, he's alright, just sleeping, but since it's your first test, I decided to give you a little push to do the right thing. You saw the sculpture next to the duckling. Now why don't you take a closer look at it.˝ Skipper did as suggested and walked over to it. ˝What's so special about it? It's just,˝ his eyes, once again, widened, ˝S-Savio?˝

˝That's right Skipper and I'm sure your weapon's expert could see what he was planning on doing.˝ The penguin's blood began boiling. He ran back to the baseball bat and grabbed it. He brought it up to the glass box, ˝Don't worry Eggy, I'll get you out in no time.˝

˝I wouldn't do that if I were you,˝ said the voice. ˝Well you're not me, and you aren't here to stop me either.˝ Skipper swung the bat back, ready to strike. ˝How about common sense then, you're a penguin. This kind of an environment is what nature shaped you for, but what do you think that kind of a temperature shock would do to chick like Eggy?˝

Skipper dropped the bat. ˝The glass box is being kept at a pleasant 22 degrees Celsius. There's only one way to save him. Do what must be done and I will make sure the little duckling returns to his mother, safe and sound. Good luck!˝ The tape reached the end. Skipper's breathing picked up, he looked over to the frozen snake and then back to the duckling. The penguin just stood there and watched him sleep, ˝Aww, why isn't that cute.˝

Then he looked back at the serpent, the hungry look in his eyes, the mischievous smile, his body coiled up, ready to strike. Skipper clenched his beak and bent over to grab the bat. He brought it up and tightened his grip on the handle. As his heartbeat sped up, time seemed to slow down. He closed his eyes and took the swing.

He only opened them after the sound of ice shattering, stopped.

Just a curious, but how many of you would kill to save an innocent life?

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