14 – Save the Whales!

Pre-last chapter people, enjoy!

The puffin collapsed and Skipper walked over to him. He looked down and saw his chest still moving. He grabbed the fish, braced his foot against the seabird's stomach, and pulled it out. Hans let out a gasp in pain and blood poured out of the wound in a steady stream.

"So, this is how it ends, *gasp* you let me bleed, *gasp* I thought you'd give me something, *gasp* more honorable seeing the time we've known each other."

Skipper dropped the fish and kicked the puffin, making fall on his back. He watched him struggle just breathing and decided to end it. Snapping his neck would be a clean solution, but the pillory was preventing him from doing so. He raised his orange foot and stomped on the bird's forehead, which broke his neck. It might have killed him or just caused paralysis, either way, he was dead.

Hans' expression went blank and the penguin proceeded towards the exit, "Very, VERY nice, I enjoyed it very much."

"Stop with the small talk," he reached the door and opened it, "How many more are there?"

"I'm sorry, but I seemed to have lost count."

Skipper was about to snarl a reply, when he noticed that, unlike the exits before, this one didn't lead into another hallway, but directly into the next room. He looked around, but saw nobody, "Well, Pen-you-in, we meet once again."

"Blowhole!" he looked up to see the evil doctor suspended in the air with something that he didn't immediately recognize. "Looks like the tables have turned mammal. This time it's you who's in the inescapable trap."

"So what if I am. Lady Luck has blessed you countless times in the past, I'm sure she will me as well."

"Don't you bet your-"

"Ahem, if you two are quite done yet, I'd like to inform you, that you're running out of time."

The penguin was taken aback; he looked around and spotted a jar of… nails? He waddled up to it and saw the timer on it; 3 minutes 27 seconds. "What is that, I demand you tell me!" the dolphin wined still in the air. It seemed almost as if he was trying not to move, Skipper deducted.

"What's wrong, why don't you just…" he followed the material he was tied with, to see where it leads. It went through some pulleys and ended somewhere behind him. It was fastened to the ground, and next to it were a pair of heavy-duty bolt cutters and approached them.

Skipper observed the string-like material and his eyes widened realizing what it is, "Razor wire," he said to himself. The dolphin was suspended in midair, with razor wire. He turned around and looked Blowhole in the eyes, with a grin, "So, what's it gonna be, should I cut you lose, or would you rather take your chances with the bomb?"

"Bomb, what bomb?" he looked at the jar where Skipper was just moments ago, "You mean to tell me, that thing's a bomb?" He looked back at the penguin, "Uh, sure, you can cut the wires."

"Ooor…" began the bird, "I could just leave you here to your death; you would do the same in my position." He smirked and crossed his flippers. The dolphin shot a glare at him with his good eye. He wished he could activate the laser on the prosthetic one, but his flippers were tied.

The cetacean sighed, "I am at you mercy Skipper, you know, I'll continue taking my revenge on the world, this won't change a thing."

Skipper clenched his beak and looked back at the timer; 2 minutes 25 seconds. He grabbed the bolt cutters and brought them to the first of the six wires. He slowly cut through the sharp metal until it snapped. Blowhole dropped a few inches and received several cut due to the tug. Drops of blood fell into the pool below.

"Be more careful next time!" demanded the mammal. Skipper smirked, he could hurt and save the aquatic mammal at the same time. He cut three more wires; each lowered the doctor a few more inches and inflicted several lacerations. The dolphin let out a scream in pain for each movement and watched as the water below slowly tinted red.

By cutting the pre-last wire, he sent the evil genius swinging against the wall. He hit it head first, or rather artificial eye first. The force of the impact pushed the seeing aid deeper into the eye socket. He reflexively pulled out one of his flippers out of the hold of the wire and grabbed it. The tug left a long gash on his appendage and he began screaming.

Skipper watched him, he didn't feel sorry for the doctor, he just didn't. Realizing that his flipper was free, Blowhole looked at Skipper, with an evil grin, "Eat photons!" He pressed a button on the artificial eye, but nothing happened, the crash must've damaged the device.

The penguin watched him and slowly shook his head. He looked at the time; 1 minute 5 seconds remaining. "Oh come now Skipper, you won't take that personally, I mean, I didn't do anything."

Should he cut him free, the rat king scenario was repeating itself, no gratitude for saving a villains life. But it's not so illogical. Who would thank you, the people that had been terrorized by the villain, the people that will be terrorized by the villain or are you really expecting the remorseless evildoer to do it. He looked at the last wire and brought the bolt cutters to it. He slowly squeezed, and without even looking at his enemy, he headed towards the exit.

The dolphin fell into the water with a large splash, but he wasn't in the clear yet. There was still wire around him and he struggled to get out of it, while bleeding from all the cuts.

Skipper waddled past the bomb with his head down and once again looked at the timer; 21 seconds. He let out a sigh, but just as he was about to continue, he stopped himself. He looked at the bomb and kicked it into the pool. It sank fast and Blowhole just managed to see it as the final ten seconds disappeared.

A column of water rose from the pool and an unmoving Blowhole resurfaced. Skipper left no comment as he left the room. "Looks like the nail bomb accidentally fell into the pool."

"Yeah, accidents tend to happen, when you don't need them to."

An underwater explosion is worse than one on land, because water doesn't compress as easily as air. So it wouldn't be the nails that would kill you, but the shockwave. Hope you liked it, I'm finishing this in two weeks, see you then and review!

Oh, and you're welcome to guess my last victim.