A/N: so sorry for the long update! got so many things to do... Now, enjoy the 8th chapter! :)

Father's Love

Chapter 8 : Time is Running...

"That's okay, son..." Brian whispered. There was a shot at Brian's back. It was his blood which was covered Skipper's body.

"No..." Skipper whispered, holding his tears. He was still hugging his dad, but this time Brian didn't breath. "No... Dad... Please... Don't..."

Skipper stared the door. Blowhole stood there on his vehicle, with a grin and a pistol in his flipper. And then he laughed evilly, moved away and disappeared behind the wall.

"I SWEAR I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Skipper screamed. He put his father on the ground and slided quickly to catch Blowhole.

"Skipper, stop! It's a trap!" Kowalski shouted and followed him along with Private and Rico.

But Skipper didn't hear them. Blowhole had killed his brother, friends, and this time his dad. He had swear to kill him right in front of his father's body. And he would not break the swear.

And right after he passed the door, it immediately closed, stopped his friends from reaching him.

"NO! Open the door!" Private yelled, hitting the door. "Rico, just blow this door up!"

Rico nodded and coughed a big box and several dynamites. He threw the dynamites to the door, and then they took cover behind the box.

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*KABOOM*

"Let's move!" Private commanded and slided back to the door. But he stopped.

"Oh, geez!" Kowalski said.

The door still stood there, undamaged.

"Let me check it," said Kowalski. He slided toward it, knocked it several times. "It seems like a very hard metal, like titanium or something like that. And it's really thick."

"We need to destroy this! We can't let Skipper fight Blowhole alone!" said Private.

Rico nodded and coughed three grenade-launchers.

"Wait, Rico," said Kowalski. "We can't use things like that in this room. This room is too small, we can be killed by the radiation,"

"So what must we do?" asked Private.

"I'm thinking about it now," Kowalski replied. "Let's hope that Skipper will survive,"

He stared at the ventilation hole. It still opened.

Skipper slided through the corridors, chasing Blowhole by hearing his vehicle sound. It was really quiet, there was no other sound besides his enemy and his own breath. He knew he was alone. He still remember about the penguin credo. But, even if he could, he wouldn't call his team – or family - to help. He wouldn't let anyone die again. This time, only Blowhole and him. It's time to finish a fight which wasn't finished long time ago, at the same place.

Finally he reached another room. This time it was large. There were a lot of computers. Another control room, probably?

The door behind him closed in sudden. The only way to get in and also to get out. He was alone there, with no sign of Blowhole. But he knew his nemesis was somewhere near him.

"Where are you, coward?" he yelled.

"So, Brian is really your father?" said a voice from loudspeakers placed at every corner of the room. "Heheh, I must say he's a good actor."

"Are you afraid of me? Come out and face me!" Skipper shouted.

"I almost fell to his trap, until your young private called him grandpa when he brought them to my prison. He explained that it was just a lie, but, you know, I can't trust people easily. So I let him do what he wanted. No, I'm not stupid. I already made plans to anticipate this. I laughed when you all destroyed my data in the main computer. I've made a back-up in another computer. Probably one of these computers contain it, probably not. I'm not telling you,"

"FIGHT ME!"

Suddenly, a secret door at the wall on his right opened. He jumped forward, right before a bullet passed the place where he stood a second before. And then the door closed again.

"Do you like my creation? All walls in this room have secret doors, which can be opened only from behind. Maybe you only see a usual wall here, but you didn't know that I can open so many doors around you,"

Skipper laughed. "Still, you weren't fast enough. I could dodge the shot."

"Let's see if you can dodge more bullets."

A door in front of him opened, and he quickly took cover behind a computer. But there was no shot.

Another door opened beside him. He slided away, but he didn't notice that a door already opened behind him, showing Blowhole with his Berretta.

"Rico, give me a mirror," said Kowalski.

They were in the ventilation now, and just met another laser on their way. Rico coughed another thick mirror to Kowalski. He put it in front of the censor, reflecting the laser back.

"Let's move before it's broken," Kowalski ordered.

They continued sliding, making sound as small as they could, trying to hear any sign of their leader. But, till now, it was useless. Everything was so quiet, like they were the only one in the huge base.

"Kowalski…" Private whispered. "I'm afraid… We are…"

"No, we are not too late," said Kowalski. "Skipper is a strong man. Blowhole can't defeat him this fast."

"How long he can survive? This is a very big building, and we don't know where are they…"

"Split –up," Rico grunted.

"No, we can't do it," said Kowalski. "If we split up and one of us find them, we can't call the others quickly. It's better to be in the ventilation, the sound of their fight will be echoed here if we're close enough to them,"

Suddenly Rico stopped.

"What's it, Rico?" asked Kowalski.

"Listen," Rico grunted.

Kowalski and Private sharpened their ears. Yeah, it was like a voice of someone talking.

"Let's move!" Kowalski ordered. "It's not near, but it's also not too far!"

They slided toward the source of the sound.

"Please, be safe, dad…" Private whispered.

And they heard a shot.

"HURRY!" Kowalski commanded with a pale face.

Blood spread everywhere. Skipper fell down, his left flipper got shot.

The door closed again. "It was just the beginning, Captain. I'll enjoy tormenting you till your last drop of blood," said Blowhole through the loudspeaker. "You, your brother, and your father. No difference, you all are weak. Weak people deserve to be tormented if they bother strong people,"

Trembling, Skipper got on his feet again and laughed. "One flipper. It's enough to kill someone like you."

"Ah, I'm scared."

"You killed my dad, right after he told me the truth. I just hoped to live with him again, when you took his life away. I swear I'm gonna kill you."

Blowhole laughed loudly. "Ah, so our legendary Captain has a sentiment heart, too?"

Skipper stayed in silent. He tried to remember all of his father's words. Some of them made his chest hurt when he thought about it, but he knew there must be something about Blowhole said. Minute by minute passed, he still didn't move. And Blowhole didn't open any door.

"So, why are you petrified? Is your wound too hurt?"

A door on his left opened. He jumped in reflect.

"Gotcha,"

A door behind him opened. He landed exactly when a bullet came for him.

"ARGH!" he screamed.

His stomach covered by blood. The bullet hit his left body, just a few centimeters below his heart.

Blowhole's laugh echoed in the room. "How does it feel, Skipper? It really hurts, right? The taste of death will be much more painful, and I'll make you really feel it,"

Skipper struggled on the floor. But there was a weak smile on his face.

TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: please review. Thank you so much! :)