A/N: This one will be a short update... and less rhymy too =(. Fortunately, I have finished writing the story and I can now make daily updates. It's still not as polished though, I'm trying to find some rhymy words but you can be assured of daily updates =).
Chapter 1: Not a sub, not a pub, but a club
Nico was on sitting on a small cardboard box with his wings over a matchbox. There were several of these around and several other birds too. But something was very odd. There were not a lot of birds in here. Everyone was way too quiet. Not a single peep. He could hear a pin drop if someone did drop one.
"O…kay."
"Something really odd in this place. A little too tame for my taste."
"You're meal, sir." The service bird replied as he placed the tray and lid on top of the matchbox. He was a fruit bat.
"Now you're talking."
"Blah." He opened the lid, his eyes were in for a shock. Inside his plate, a bowl of fish guts.
"I think there's a mistak- Yo! Where'd you go?"
He looked at his snack. The meat was raw. He touched it and it moved. He covered his beak. "I think I'm gonna be sick."
"Ah… welcome dear guest." A bird of black and white said.
Nico took a good look at his host. He looked like a friendly bird, but the eye-patch was throwing it off a bit. "I want to thank you back there."
He twitched. "It was nothing my dear boy. Welcome…" He bowed. "… to my humble establishment." He twitched again.
Nico was puzzled. "Establishment of what?"
"The Marina. We're a club. Not a sub, not a pub, but a club."
"A club?"
"A club."
"What kind? A night club?"
"Well, we do open at night." He twitched once more.
"Strange. I know all the night clubs in town. I've never heard of this before."
"Why don't be so kind. We've been longer than you might find."
Nico found this place odd. For one, he never heard of the Marina before. He knew all the clubs in and around Rio, but not this one. Yet, the bird in front of him says otherwise. He did not understand why. An establishment working in the business for a while should have at least got some attention over the years. And for a club that has been in the business for a while, there sure are not a lot of people inside. Yet he was surprised that the audience sat in their place well behave. He thought, at least one of them could have spread the word about this place. Something's fishy he thought. Then again, it might be the smell of fish guts getting to him. Perhaps it was also just the storm too.
"Oh, okay. Say, you don't look like you're from here. What kind of bird are you?" He asked.
"I'm a penguin, dear chap. Marvin's the name. The entertainment business is my game. "
"Nico. And no wonder. Penguins aren't native here."
"So it would seem." The penguin held with him a cup of tea. "But I must disagree. I've been here longer, you see."
"Longer?"
"Quite." Marvin replied. "Say, your meal you have touched not. It is simply divine. Don't let it rot."
"Uhm… I'm not really hungry tonight." Nico noticed another bird, a macau. On his plate, the same creepy meal. He used his beak and devoured the meat.
"I guess I understand. Perhaps some entertainment would be grand."
"Cool. Something to get my head out of the storm. We gonna dance the floor?"
"Probably not. I have something even more."
Marvin then led him to a barrel-like chair. "Go ahead. Take a seat. I'm sure you are really beat."
"O-kay." A confused look on Nico's face, but he flew his way. And as he landed on the chair, something happened very rare.
Without warning, the lights dimmed. "Hay, what the-!" Nico said. Out of nowhere, cuffs came out from the chair and strapped his wings, legs, his neck, and even his talons. He was strapped tight.
Nico tried to move, but he was out of luck. Suffice to say, "Hey, I'm stuck!"
A shady laughter then appeared. "It's just a precaution, nothing to fear."
"Marvin, what's going on man?"
"Nothing much, just stick to the plan."
"I really don't like this, cross my heart."
"No need to wait. It's about to start." Marvin smiled and soon faded away on the darkly lit background.
And from the outside, it was dark.
A light inside, a gentle spark.
It was faint but you could see
Or a lightning must've hit a tree.
Yellow bird, I have a job for you
Call your friends and take them too
Bring them here one-by-one
This is going to be fun