A\N: The story will be become creepier, just so you know. Death story(ies) up ahead. Also slight Marski, might get stronger. (^.~)
It had taken a while for the guys to find another way to follow Blue, Ted, Private and Martha to Denmark. Now they were all sitting in an helicopter which was flying to Copenhagen for some kind of business. Skipper and Rico were flying. It was because, first they had gotten a real jerk flying who was singing and smoking, second, he was drunk. Now he was in the back, singing, ´It´s raining men´. It wasn´t long before they gagged him. Skipper focused on the sky in front of them. Nobody dared to speak because concentration was practically coming out of his feathers. Mixed with fear, doubt and a few other stuff. After an hour of searching, Max tapped Skipper´s shoulder. "Um, that thingy is making bleeping noises." The penguin left the joystick to look at the radar. "Rico, Private at four o´ clock." "Ay s´r!"
Private was taking his first ride of horror. Blue had asked Martha for more stories, so she was telling him about battles and mascaras that she had experienced. Ted was asleep, snoring, a hippie was smoking. One of the gays were talking loudly about something in Spanish, everything was full of confusement, death stories and smoke since the other hippie and cutter now smoked too. If only one of his friends were here.
Or Uncle Nigel. He´d know what to do. "Well, I didn´t really see what happened, but all I know is that they buried him alive. It was a terrible night, you could still here screams and pleas from the coffin. The next morning everything was quiet, though you could feel the death evaporating from the ground." Martha finished one of her stories.
"Cool!" Blue said, "By the way, what happened to his family?" "There was a fire…" "HEY! OFF MY FEET!" One of the hippies screamed as a foot fetishes hugged them. "I can´t…" He whispered, clutching them closer. Soon the excitement rose and the hippie acted not very peaceful. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! Zzzzzzz! ZZZZZZZZZZ! ZzzZZZZZZzzZ!" Ted snored peacefully. Private began to have a coughing attack. He sprang up, and ran to the bathroom. "Hey!" Blue called after him, but didn´t follow him. As everyone knows, there are no parachutes in the bathroom.
The small British penguin sat underneath the sink, shivering violently, Martha´s voice still talking about disconnected bodies, bloody beds, dead kids or parents, gunshots, ect. The smoke was clouding his lungs, making it hard to breathe. A severe nausea overwhelmed Private before he threw up in the bowl.
"Max, status report!" "Huh?" "What´s going on?" " I kinda feel nervous about this whole thing, but other than that I´m fine." "Good. And our status report?" "oh, um the plane´s doing great in following and the sky´s clear, without any signs of attackers. Except that the clouds are black." "What?"
Kowalski was seeing double from the pain. They had either forgotten to put him out or these are the worst doctors in the world. Probably both. One called Thomas was yelling the whole time, giving the penguin a major headache. "No, not tat one! Fetch me the water! How hard is it to hurry up a little? I have a life too, you know! What are you doing?" Den, a surgeon, was the cutting one. Kowalski felt tears springing to his eyes. He wished that someone was here to help him. But the ´doctors´ had sent Susan away.
Skipper´s eyes narrowed as he watched the sky in front of him. Rico was standing attention and Max just followed his example. "This is very bad." Skipper said finally. He´d never flied through a storm. That was Johnson´s job. "We´ll have to be careful and fly a little more slowly." Skipper said, half to them, half to himself. "Orderz?" "Rico, you help me fly and Max, you watch the screen for any dangers."
Marlene stepped into the penguin´s HQ. Everything was quiet and almost dead. The otter grabbed a piece of cloth and began to wipe the dust away. Kowalski didn´t really have to come home and suffer from coughing attacks. Marlene felt sorry for him. She knew that he had taken a hard punch, but from who and why she didn´t know. The HQ was clean, but it seems a little grey. Of course! Flowers would be perfect! She raced out to get some. Now the picture was completed.
The helicopter maneuvered sloppily through the air, almost looking like a drunk staggering. But that didn´t matter. Skipper´s dark blue eyes were burning from the lack of blinking and focusing in front of him always. He barely felt it. The whole place was silent, the pilot had fallen asleep. The three animals envied his slumber. Suddenly a blinding flash shot through the sky. Rico jumped and the helicopter jerked a little.
"Rico, to the left!" Skipper commanded. His soldier obeyed. The lightning had something against the three. It kept attacking. Max began to panic, but the two penguins stared concentrated at the sky. Another flash. Max screamed and this time, it wasn´t the strangled noise he usually made.
That was what caught Skipper off-guard and Rico jumped again, accidently knocking into Skipper, who was still holding the joystick. They all screamed as the helicopter spun around and around. Skipper held up the broken joystick, and after a second of horrified silence they hugged each other, still screaming at the top of their lungs. Then one more flash, and the whole crew floated upwards as they crashed to the ground.
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