12 – Organ Shaking Music
I hope I didn't get any of the facts wrong, I was writing right out of my head. Man, I tell you, if spring cleaning took place in my brain, and I would throw away any useless knowledge, I'd have nothing left.
The rat king pulled the door aside and made the first step out, he felt a slight pressure against his leg, which was followed by the sound of shotgun fire. It struck the large rodent from above and he collapsed on the ground, dead.
Skipper watched as it all unfolded and he slid over to the exit. He trod carefully (I have no idea if that's the correct form) and looked up, above the door frame, to see a makeshift booby trap, consisting of four shotguns mounted on the wall.
˝You like what you see?˝
˝What the heck, I thought you said I was going to do the judgments?˝
˝Yes, I did, and you made the wrong one.˝ Skipper growled, ˝Now, now, aren't you glad that rodent is out of your feathers forever? He attempted to dispose of you even after you saved his life.˝
The bird growled again, he pulled out the ear-piece and crushed the tiny device in his flippers. Now, he could finally breathe again, and so he did, he filled his lungs to the edge with air. ˝Those thing aren't cheap, you know?˝ echoed a voice through the hall.
Skipper's bloodshot eyes shot open and his pupils contracted, he let out a scream, to release his anger. And while panting, the voice sounded again, ˝I thought the whole "Killing off your enemies" would be stress release enough, *sigh* perhaps your next victim will cheer you up.˝
The penguin frantically began searching for the source of the voice. He dug through garbage, randomly laid around the corridor, and soon found a small loudspeaker, ˝Aha!˝ he exclaimed and crushed it beneath his webbed orange foot. He let out another sigh when he finished.
˝STOP THAT RIGHT NOW SOLDIER! I mean, continue, please,˝ Skipper's eyelids narrowed into a glare and he looked into the direction he was supposed to go. He pretended to still be angry, but really, he was happy, the guy had slipped. He called him soldier, that narrowed the possibilities of his identity to someone from the army, most likely someone above his own rank.
The bird waddled, and the voice spoke again, ˝You know, if you want, I could give you some elevator music.˝
˝No thank you, I don't like music.˝
˝Why not? Ain't got rhythm, or is there another reason?˝
˝Just a mammalian pest of a neighbor that tends to turn up the volume like he's alone on the planet.˝
˝Oh come now, Marlene's not that bad. Oh right, you meant Julien.˝
Skipper stopped, his beak slightly agape, ˝Wha… what… did you just say?˝ he asked in shock.
˝Oopsey, looks like I spilled my big surprise. Oh well, now that it's out, I can tell you. I've got your, let's say, bet-you-wish-you-could-call-her-your girlfriend. She's safe and sound, I used the same stuff on her as I did on you, but your boys, I decided to knock out the old fashioned stile.˝
The bird stood frozen, he had failed as the zoo's protector, he couldn't save the otter next door, no wait, he said she was fine, there's still hope. His determination levels jumped to the maximum. He raised his head, to where he thought a camera was, with a confident smirk on his face, ˝Where to next?˝
˝You aren't bothered? Interesting… you're almost there, just around the corner.˝ He jumped onto his belly and slid as fast as he could, 'I'll be there soon team, but I'll have to play by this maniac's rules.'
New door, new bloody (I know it counts as a swear in Britain, but I just can't resist) quote, "The sound of evil", he read it like it was no big deal, but then spotted something, the letters were still running, 'The blood's fresh,' he deducted, but decided to keep it for himself, 'Maybe I can catch him if I get through this room fast enough.'
He pulled the heavy door to the side and entered. It looked like a… recording studio, or more accurately, the control room of a recording studio. The only light, turned on, was the one shining through the glass separating him from the live room.
He waddled up to, what he could make out to be, a chair and jumped onto it, from there, he jumped onto the mixing console, careful to not push any buttons and reached the glass. He took a look at what horror was going on the other side.
It was the annoying lemur king, codename: Ringtail. Nothing seemed wrong with him, other than the fact that he was currently in a fetal position, in the middle of the room, holding his ears. ˝What the deuce?˝
A light turned on, illuminating a pair of headphones on the console. He took the hint and put them on. ˝*Static*… Hello Skipper, You have surely noticed your sure-as-hell-not-BFF.˝
The captain rolled his eyes, 'Well at least HE got it right.'
˝You might be wondering what horrible torture he is currently receiving. Here, let me show you,˝ he heard different noises, and then it began; there was definitely and accordion, a tuba and perhaps a guitar, but all in all, ˝I don't get it,˝ he said with a bored look in his eyes.
˝Don't you know,˝ began the voice, back once again, ˝That was German polka music, the lemur's greatest weakness, right now he is being tortured with it.˝ Skipper shrugged. ˝I see you aren't impressed, so let me tell you how this is going to continue.˝ A button on the console illuminated itself and caught the attention of the captain.
˝ With that button you can turn off the music and the torture will stop.˝
˝Riiiiiight…˝
˝I see you already know, that there's a catch *chuckle*, you CAN turn off the music, but a different kind of sound will replace it. Tell me Skipper, has that birdbrain scientist of yours ever mentioned something called "Infrasound" to you?˝
The captain gave it a thought, he might've mentioned it, but he had no definition of the word in his head, ˝Can't say I have.˝
˝Then let me have the honor. Infrasound is sound with a frequency lower than 20 hertz. It is produced by earthquakes and large animals such as elephants and whales. It doesn't just bounce off obstacles, but can pass through them. It can cause buildings to crumble and bridges to collapse. And the most interesting part, it causes the lungs to rub against the chest walls, slowly destroying them˝
Skipper's eyes widened, it's true, that he hadn't paid attention, up until the last part, but it was all that he had to hear.
˝Imagine it, you're just sitting there, when suddenly a cough comes up your esophagus. You manage to put your hand in front of your mouth in time, but when you take a look, you see blood. You're shocked, terror overcomes you. Your breathing picks up, but somehow, you just can't catch your breath. And finally, a hole forms and your lungs collapse.˝
Skipper gulped, looking at the button and then back at ringtail. His flippers slowly mowed towards it. ˝No more sleepless nights… no more harassing the otter next door…˝ the voice whispered.
Will he live, or will he die? I know, but you might be able to influence my decision.
You know, first I was thinking of a coronation with a red-hot golden crown, but I figured this might be better. Hope you liked it and review!