Ch.12: A Ghost In The Wind

Marlene could barely believe the story of what Skipper had told her as she walked back to her habitat later that night. Who would have thought that an enmey from Skipper's past would actually come back from the grave and haunt skipper while he was in a coma.

The whole posibility seemed a little far-fetched, and Kolwaski had no trouble saying that it was just a mental hallucination, but something in Marlene's heart knew that Skipper was being true. Even if her mind rejected it.

Netherless though, she was just glad that her friend was alright.

As Marlene finally made it back to her habitat and curled up to sleep, little did she know that a sinister presence was watching her from the shadows.

Slowly stalking it's way out of the darkness, the ghostly form of Majack appeared, his glowing red eyes gleering at Marlene, and fangs dripping with saliva. When Skipper had beat Majack in the dream world, the wolverine ghost had been ejected from the penguin's body, making it impossible to possess again.

But now a new plot for revenge was steadily flowing through the dark wolverine's mind, and this otter would be the key.

In mere moments, Skipper woke up from what he thought would be first peaceful sleep, a feeling of danger surging through his soul. Something didn't feel right about tonight. Like there was an evil force still hovering in the air.

But there couldn't be right? After all he had defeated Majack, so there was nothing more to be scared of.

"Aaahhh!"

A familar scream proved him wrong.

"Marlene!" screamed Skipper, and after waking up his men, they dashed over to the otter's habitat.

What they found there was terror. Everything inside of Marlene's habitat had been shredded to pieces; her decorations, artwork, pillows, and even the walls. However, there was no sign of the female otter anywhere.

"Where could she be?" thought Private, then noticed Skipper was staring intensely at something engraved on the floor.

Once all the penguins stepped over to see what their leader was looking at, their beaks gasped open in shock. There, written clearly on the floor in deep, bold stratches were the words; 'Death Row.'

"Wha..." stumbled Private, shaking in fear " what does it mean Skipper?"

"Majack" said Skipper " he's taken Marlene to Denmark,"

"I don't know about this Skipper" said Kolwaski later, as he watched his leader pack up for the dangerous trip " this all sounds completely illogical. A ghost can't kidnap people because they don't even exsist,"

"Besides" said Private " even if it was a ghost, how would you know if it had taken Marlene to Denmark?"

"Because I know Majack," said Skipper, still packing.

Kolwaski was about to say again what a ridiculous possibly that was until a knock came on their fishbowl entrance. Soon Maurice and Mort climbed on down.

"What do you lemurs want?" asked Skipper, with a slightly irritated growl.

"Um..." said Maurice " we were wondering if you seen King Julien, cause after we woke up from the scream we couldn't find him anywhere,"

"Interesting" said Kolwaski, getting out his notepad "did anything odd happen?"

"Not really" said Maurice " except for Mort claiming to see a beast creeping around Marlene's place,"

"What beast?" asked Skipper, immediately interested.

"Some kind of wolf-thing wondering about marking his den or something," said Maurice with a shrug.

"Need anymore proof Kolwaski?" said Skipper, glaring at his lieutinent " Denmark here we come,"

Meanwhile, a crate was just arriving in at the Copenhagen Zoo in Denmark, when the wooden lid was suddenly pried off by a pair of white hands. Emerging from the crate was a red-eyed King Julien with a sinister sneer marked across his face, with an unconious otter hanging in his arms.

Majack's mind laughed at the simplicity he had at taking over the lemur's body and the bait all the way over to the Denmark Zoo.

"It may not have been the way I had planned it" thought Majack " but if I can't have Skipper, then Denmark can!"

With an evil laugh Majack guided King Julien to drag Marlene to a secret den inside the zoo and waited the penguin's arrival. Making a few more artstic adjustments to his captive, with a gavel, just to pass the time.