The Awesome People Who Review Corner (Also known as TAPWRC)
Skoolgrl09- The Snowcone episode was epic, though I think the conversation between Kowalski and the squirrel was the best part. Thank you for the comment! I'll try to keep that in mind when I'm writing dialogue. (Honestly, I think all my conversations need a lot more work.) Thank you for your honesty!
Forever'nAlways- Any guess is welcome! Who knows it just might mysteriously change into whatever you're guessing. Or not. I really don't know. I will never forget this fic; I love the penguins too much to.
Twighlight's Desire- I had loved the book, the movie gave me a rude wake up call as to how weird the book was. (P.S. Kingdom Hearts and Avatar happen to be awesome. : ] )
Gewlicious- I shall continue for the penguins are just too cool not to write about!
Porsche101- The twilight crack was the best part of writing that last chapter for me. The box is mementos from Skipper's old marriage. Trust me; it'll come into play later.
halfhuman123- What word did I misplace? And you were the first person to ask my most worried about fear for last chapter. Only a few weeks have passed that I really should have explained. Sorry!
Now, TO THE STORY!!!
(Wait, Disclaimer)
The author do not own the Penguins of Madagascar or any characters in it. The characters you are about to see are written strictly for the author's amusment and yours. Veiwers discretion is advised.
Now... TO THE STORY!
The garage was dark and musty. The team slowly made their way in, guns ready in their hands. The darkness seemed to be closing in on them as they surrounded the old van and opened the doors, guns pointed to the inside, just in case. Unfortunately, it was empty.
"Hover Dam, where are they!"
"I don't know, Skipper. Our lead said they would be right here."
"Skipper! I found something."
The team worked their way to the front of the van where Private pointed to a note on the cracked windshield. Skipper ripped it off and his eyes widened as he scanned through the note.
"Get out of here, now!"
But it was too late.
Marlene groaned as thousands of nice, date-like outfits hung before her in Gloria's enormous closet. She glanced over to Doris who was working hard putting the robust woman's hair up nicely.
"So, are you sure Melmen's, you know, 'the guy'" Marlene turned around, holding about five dresses in one hand and two pairs of shoes in the other. Doris nodded and pulled the woman's head back to pin her hair up in a loose bun.
"Absolutely, you should have heard what he said about me to Moto Moto. It was so romantic."
"I'm sorry. I just can't see who would name their kid Moto Moto. Can you imagine the beatings as a kid?" Marlene held up a sparkly black dress and held it up for Gloria to see. The woman shook her head as Marlene's pocket rang.
"Oh! Is it that boy you were saying was coming? Rodger, right?"
"No…I don't recognize the number. Hello?" Marlene's eyes widened and she held up a hand to the other two girls, "Wait, what? Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can." Marlene fumbled for the remote and turned up the volume on the TV where a garage was being hosed down from the fire department.
"Suspected terrorist attack" Gloria rolled her eyes at the scrolling marquee, "How stupid do terrorists have to be to attack an abandoned building, right?" She turned her eyes to Marlene who was already gone.
Marlene opened the door to the room and peeked in. Curtains divided the beds but they were all here. As she walked past, Rico seemed to be the only one conscious. He grinned to her but not without a hint of pain.
"Big kaboom hurt." She smiled and patted his head, making him wince. Retracting her hand, she looked around the room. It was too big, too white, and it reeked of sickness. She looked back to Rico falling back into slumber and pulled his curtain all the way around. The other three in the team were unconscious; Kowalski looked to be the worst out of them all. She approached the smart one's bed and covered her mouth to keep from screaming. From afar, it looked bad, up close was too much.
He had a large, burned area nearly covering his entire face causing it to turn a nasty brownish color. Crimson colored gashes ran from his face, his arms, and neck to places that the hospital gown covered. Marlene breathed and glanced back at his face, the burns didn't seem as bad now and the gashes less deep, they had gotten far enough from the explosion just to create some nasty scars, it was nothing that wouldn't heal. He stirred in his sleep, making her walk back and look through Private's curtain.
He wasn't hurt as bad as any one of them. Skipper must have pushed the boy out of the way. He had only burn marks visible and seemed to be more in peace than the others were. Marlene gulped and stepped around Private's bed to the team's leader. Skipper was hard to look at for some reason. He didn't seem to be hurt worse than Kowalski but something about him being in pain made Marlene tear up worse. She patted Skipper's head but gasped in surprise as his hand shot up and grabbed hers. Skipper stirred and looked up to the girl above his bed.
"I see X called you. He needs to stop snooping through my phone."
"I'm glad he did. Are…You're not hurt badly are you?"
Skipper pushed himself up and flexed his arm, "Perfect, I've been through worse than this. In fact, Manfredi, Johnson, and I have been through a few bombings and gotten out with skin missing. Of course, the last time that happened was their last. How are the boys? I can't see them because of that blasted curtain." He nodded his head to the dividing curtain between him and Private. Marlene grabbed it and pulled it all the way closed.
"You don't want to know, just get better and then you can see them."
"They're that bad! Marlene, I want to see them now!" He reached out and pulled the curtain back to see Private. His eyes widened and he looked away. Marlene grabbed the curtain and pulled it back closed.
It took a little while for him to speak again, "Private told me you asked him why he's on the team. It's because…"
"I already know." Skipper's eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth to say something when Doris burst in. Marlene jerked her head in Kowalski's direction and the blonde disappeared. A few moments later, a loud sob escaped from the curtained room.
Skipper leaned forward to ask how Kowalski was when he saw the most gruesome sight he could ever think of. His arm had a needle plunged into his skin. He felt his face pale and fainted back onto his pillow.
He woke up about three hours later; the sun had already set which caused eerie shadows cast upon the other wall. Skipper could barely remember where he was, that was until the bright blast of the explosion rang in his head. He sat up and looked over to the seating against the wall where Doris and Marlene had fallen asleep. He smiled and tried to get up, just to find it was excessively painful to do. He groaned and settled back down onto the bed. The darkness of the hospital room seemed just as alive and creepy as the garage had. It seemed to be closing in, trying to end what it had started.
The feeling increased as the door creaked open and a large man stepped through. He looked like someone Archai would hire, the very same person they had tried to capture in the garage. Skipper felt his heart race as the man glanced his way and slowly, very slowly crept to the chairs across the room where the two girls laid fast asleep, not knowing the danger they were in. The man reached down and lifted one of them up. It wasn't until Skipper saw the flash of dark hair in the dim light that he knew it was Marlene.
"Drop her! You'll have to go through me to kill her!"
The man slowly turned around and in the dim light, his eyes seemed to glow as he looked down on Skipper. He had moved into a crouching position on the bed, ignoring the searing pain. The man smiled, almost a smirk as he started to approach Skipper's bedside.
Mwhahahaha, Cliffhangers are fun for writers. I rather liked writing this chapter, I like writing scary stuff. It's fun.
Again, constructive criticism is welcome. Feel free to tear apart every single sentence you read, looking for bad things that really need improvement. If you do, you shall be my friend! : )
