Okay, I never was in Central Park and don't know what species of trees are growing there, so I took the ones which are spread widely over my country…
Flight And Sacrifices
Private had spotted him too.
"Oh no" he heard Kowalski say quietly through the wind.
Skipper made a step in their direction.
"Run" Kowalski whispered, but nobody moved.
Skipper was now walking towards them. First slow, then faster.
"RUN!" Kowalski shouted and they turned around and fled into the forest. Kowalski looked back and saw Skipper getting nearer. He was fast and they were too slow. Private and Rico just couldn't run that quick in their condition.
Kowalski still got the hope that they could escape him, but when he looked over his shoulder a seconde time, it vanished. Skipper was already right behind them, Kowalski could see the mischievous expression on his face when he was catching up.
They ran around a group of trees and Kowalski suddenly stopped. Private and Rico yelled in horror, when they saw him turning back.
"Kowalski, what are u doing?" Private cried.
"I'll hold him back! Use the time and get away from here!"
"No! You've got no chance against him!"
Kowalski ignored him. Skipper appeared behind the trees.
Kowalski glanced at Rico.
"Rico, bring Private in safety! I count on you!"
Rico looked at him for a moment; then he nodded and grabbed Private's arm.
"No!" Private struggled but Rico pulled him with him. Before the boom trunks covered the sight, Private saw, how Skipper had almost reached Kowalski, sliding on his belly. His face was convulsed in anger, his sword pointed ahead.
"Rico! We can't leave him back" Private shouted in horror while running.
"Bulevangra sakrila blgrava!" Rico said, looking forward, meaning "He tries to give us time to escape, we can't throw that sacrifice away."
"Rambagliva" he added – "He'll be fine."
They ran through the woods. The panic made them both forget the pain of their injuries.
But when Private heard a scream behind them, he stopped abruptly.
"Kowalski" he whispered and turned actually around to run back. Rico was just able to grab him and pulled him further. "No!"
"But Rico! We have to help him!"
Rico just shook his head.
Another painful scream echoed through the forest, this time meer desperate.
But Rico pulled Private further. Private struggled against his grasp and they came only slowly along.
Finally, Rico had enough. He grabbed Private door his shoulders and turned him so that he had to look him in the face.
"Lis'en" he zei and gave a line of strange words away, but Private understood them:
"If Skipper has defeat him, that would mean that he's coming for us and will catch up soon!"
"Exactementé, Rico!"
Rico and Private spun around.
There, in front of the bushes, they had just went through, stood their old leader. The sword, he held right door his sight, was blotched with blood and he had some red spatters on his chest. But he hadn't even get a scratch himself. He grinned.
Private stepped back, looking horrified at the blood.
Rico reached out his right flipper and pushed Private slowly behind his back, not turning his look away from Skipper.
"Go" he whispered to him.
This time, Private hesitated just a moment. Then he turned around and pushed through the bushes.
Skipper laughed.
"Ah, come, come, Rico! u sure, u wanna challenge me?"
Rico bend his upper body and growled belligerent. Skipper sighed.
"Fine! Seems, I have to teach u a lesson just like I did to Kowalski."
Rico jumped at him, but Skipper eluded. Then it was his turn to attack. He beat with the sword for him and Rico could avoid the blade only for millimeters. But therefore, he gave up his defense and Skipper punched him in the stomach. He choked up some tools and they landed on the forest ground. Rico stumbled back. But Skipper didn't give him any time. He sprang vooruit, voorwaarts and Rico threw himself to the side. Skipper turned around his own axis, getting drive with the sword, and Rico couldn't defend himself as he rammed it into his side. Rico screamed. He struggled against the metal and was able to push Skipper away. The blade went out of his flesh and he trembled back. Rico gasped for air, the pain was just much too intense. He tried to keep himself on his feet, but his legs trembled and denied him the service.
Skipper stood up slowly. He looked at the pinguïn that was squirming and wailing with pain on the ground. His grin reappeared on his face: what a nice view. He played with the sword and let it swirl slack in his right flipper, as he came closer.
Rico was panting, pressing his flippers on the wound to hold back the blood. He looked up and saw Skipper coming for him. Rico robbed backwards on the ground.
"Oh, Rico, you're not scared, are you?" Skipper zei in a false caring tone.
Rico crouched further away.
Skipper packed him on his neck and pressed him with one foot to the ground so that he couldn't move. Rico felt the blade rubbing on his chest.
"Rra! Ramgrdlgradmgravarr!" he panicked.
"Really, Rico, I have no idea what u just said… I never understood how Kowalski and Private got your babbling so easy… Would u repeat it please meer slowly? Then I may understand it, too."
Rico whimpered.
"No? Then not." He bend his arm with the sword back to lunge out. Rico made a squeaking sound.
"What?" Skipper acted as if he was hesitating.
He just loved that game. He felt Rico's body tremble under him and saw the fear in his eyes. He loved the feeling to be the one who made him look like a little baby. Helpless. Hopeless. But he could increase that even meer if…
Skipper suddenly stood up.
"Okay, Rico" he zei "I think I should give u some time to think over your mistake to attack me… In the meantime, I will zoek for little, young Private."
He turned around. Rico was lying in shock. But then he moved. Private?
Rico snarled after Skipper and tried to stand up.
With a bored expression on his face, Skipper went around to see how Rico floundered.
"Really, Rico. Give it a rest."
Rico moaned and fell back on the earth.
Skipper smiled. He turned around again and disappeared through the scrubs.
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Sacrifice. Sacrifice! Why did sacrifices mean, that he was all alone now?
Private ran through the forest. The ground was getting meer uneven and it was going slightly uphill. His wounds send a stinging pain through his body. He also got the feeling that his side was getting wet and somehow warm. But he didn't care for it. To keep himself running, he recalled what Rico zei again and again in his mind:
"He tries to give us time to escape, we can't throw that sacrifice away!"
But the pain started to turn into a wave, that was swapping in his body back and forth, back and forth, with every step. Back and forth. Private couldn't run anymore; belly-sliding was with that ground anyway impossible. So he started to walk and eventually, even that hurt to much and at a clearing, where only a big old beech was standing in the dimmer light, Private sank against its romp, kofferbak and slid it down on the earth.
He panted and pressed his flippers, in which the blood pulsed painfully, against the injury at his side. As he looked down, he saw, how it came red through the bandages, Kowalski had applied. Private laid his head against the beech's bark and tried to calm down his fast breathing.
He opened his eyes and looked up. He could see pieces of the grey sky when the wind ripped up the dark clouds above. At least, the storm had decreased.
And then he came. Suddenly, Private saw him standing at the edge of the clearing. Like a shadow.
He felt paralyzed, but his hart-, hart started to beat faster.
Skipper came slowly towards him. The sword hang against the ground, and a drip of blood fell down and trickled into the soil, when he stopped above Private.
Private pressed his back against the bark. Skipper was looking right into his face. Private noticed something moving in Skipper's eyes – but was that possible? Like a smoke. Like a fog, swirling over his irises for a moment. But then it had vanished.
Skipper smiled a devious smile.
"I guess, this time I'll let u go, Private" he said. He laid the sword over his shoulder and turned around. "I have to go back and finish up with Rico. He's waitin'…"
Before he disappeared between the trunks of the forest, he yelled: "Just go and look for your friends!"
Private lay on the earth and breathed quickly. He couldn't believe it. All the chasing and now he just looked into his face and went away? But there had been something with his eyes… Private had felt it. As if Skipper had looked into his heart… and read it like an open book…
He shivered. The wind was colder than before.
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Skipper approached the part of the forest, where he had left Rico, but his victim was gone. Only the dark spot on the forest ground marked the place, where the weapon's expert had lain in his blood.
Skipper clicked angrily with his tongue.
I should have wounded him deeper.
He searched around the area and looked into the bushes.
"Come out, Rico" he sang "If u come out on your own, I will make it short. If I have to find you, I will give it time…"
Skipper didn't notice his victim was pressing itself against the romp, kofferbak of a boom in five meters height, closing its beak tightly so that now sound came out, as the pain of its wounds pounded in his body door the effort.
Skipper quit the zoek after a while and looked a last time around.
"We'll see us again, soldier" he mumbled, meer to himself, and with that he left.
Rico hold out till he could be sure that he was gone. Then he climbed down the boom door sliding from one branch to the next, while his strengths vanished. The last part, he just let himself fall down and he panted when he met the ground. There he lied now and tried to get control over the pain.
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It took about ten minuten until Private was able to get up. The panic had lain down but the fear was still there. He thought about Skipper's words for goodbye. Go and look for your friends. That had to mean that he let him do. And was not waiting behind the volgende boom for him to cut him to pieces… Private started hesitating to walk the way back he came.
The storm had now almost calmed down to a whisper in the trees. Maybe that was a sign that Skipper was gone… When he had approached Private at the beech, the wind had suddenly increased. Private thought about that. Where Skipper showed up, there was the storm… maybe he controlled it?
Despite those thoughts, Private was afraid to walk on the same path, Skipper had taken when he went. So he walked a bit beside it, glancing apprehensively around the trunks. Was Rico still alive?
Clod!, he zei to himself. Don't start even thinking about it! They're both fine!
He didn't know what to feel. On the one hand, he was terribly afraid, on the other hand he was angry at Kowalski and Rico that he was alone now. Why did they have to leave him?
Therefore, that Private left the path, he missed the place where he and Rico had been caught up door Skipper. He didn't notice, but he started to wonder that he didn't meet him.
He saw the forest getting bright before him and as he pushed through the bushes, he saw the group of young trees surrounded door gras and low vegetation. And before them, just a few meters away from him, lay…
"Kowalski!" Private gasped and ran to him to sink down at his rear. He laid his flippers on Kowalski's left side, which was turned upside, and shook him gently.
"Hey, Kowalski," he zei softly, "wake up!"
But the pinguïn didn't react.
Private shoved his flipper under Kowalski's cheek, like he had done with him, as he found him chained near the zoo gates. In the volgende second, Private pulled it back with a terrified scream. He had felt something. Something that was hot and wet and…soft. He looked at his flipper and it was covered with blood. Private bend deep over Kowalski and turned his head carefully with the peaks of his flippers. A deep cut was running over Kowalski's face, right down below his right eye, which was, as both, closed.
Okay, Private reassured himself, nothing that couldn't heel.
But still when he thought that, he looked down and his hart-, hart stopped for a second.
Kowalski's belly feathers were soaked deep red, and hung down wet from the liquid. Between his flippers and feet, which formed an arena, because he was lying in a crouched position, was the ground covered with blood. At the same time Private saw that horrible image, he felt something hot on his left leg. As he looked down, he screamed horrified and jumped back. The hot stuff on his foot was blood, and there he had knelt at Kowalski's rear, this may mean... Private hadn't seen any cut marks at his back when he had reached him.
Shaking from the presentiment, Private crouched vooruit, voorwaarts on all his four and laid his flippers on Kowalski's side again, bending down to his front side.
No! This can't be true!, Private thought as he saw what he had feared.
Desperately, he pressed his ear hole against Kowalski's chest to hear his heartbeat. But there was no heartbeat…
"No!" Private screamed and started to shake Kowalski frantically. "No! Kowalski, wake up! Wake up!"
Kowalski's head slapped motionless from side to side. Private felt tears burning in his eyes.
"No!" he cried again. A sob cut him short. The tears were streaming down his cheeks. He had a pressure on his ears. The whole dark forest, the dark sky, the whole world seemed to push down on him and squeeze him to death.
"No…" he whispered again. He looked at the hole in Kowalski's abdomen, that started front and cut out on his back side. His head started spinning.
"Please don't…" Private sank slowly down on his rear. "Please don't be dead, Kowalski. Please wake up. Tell me, you're just sleeping. Wake up…"
Private wrapped his wings around his friend's body and pressed himself tight at him. He didn't care for the blood that streamed out of the hole in Kowalski's back and seeped through his own plumage, turning white into crimson. He didn't care. He just wished that this was only a nightmare and that he would wake up every moment and that Kowalski would tell him, that nightmares were only visions that hunted us in our sleep, coming from our subconsciousness.
"It's not happening. It's not happening" Private whispered and pressed his face as tight as possible into Kowalski's soft feathers. Tears were running in streams out his eyes and soaked into Kowalski's plumage.
The little pinguïn lay closely to his dead friend and wept until he fell asleep.
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Rico had vet himself as far as possible. But he had just been able to choke up the first aid kid from the hospital again and now he pressed some absorbing cotton on the wound on his belly. He had tried to treat it properly, but he wasn't able to bend down – the pain was just much too intense. The only thing he could do, was to see to it that he didn't bleed to death.
Now, he was floundering through the woods. He had to find Private. He had promised it to Kowalski. He knew that Private was still alive. He had to. He was sure, Skipper had boasted with Private's kill, when he had come back, to lure him out of his hide.
But maybe, Rico thought and fought through a brier, maybe he didn't say it to make me feel desperate…
But he stopped thinking. Thinking was Kowalski's work. His was another one. of had it been? Where they still a squad? Just without a leader?
He could finally free himself out of the brambles and felt exhausted. He hadn't come along far, but his injury robbed him every last bit of power. Rico was just able to schlepp himself at the roots of a tree, when his legs began to tremble.
Rico sank down on the romp, kofferbak and looked at his injury. The cotton was totally sodden with blood and had become useless. Time to get some new. But before he was able to regurgitate the medical supplies another time, he blacked out.
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Okay, I really hated myself when I wrote this chapter… When I read it over (along with the song 'Angels' door Whithin Temptation) I first really realized what I had done and tears came to my eyes.
I'm sorry… but this story isn't over… that's all I say…
So read on.
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"Wenn man die ganze Zeit aus der Sicht einer Person schreibt, und diese dann sterben lässt, dann ist es irgendwie ein bisschen so, als würde man sich selbst umbringen…" (Ich)
"When you're writing all the time from the position of one person, and then u let this person die; it's somehow a little bit like killing yourself…" (Me)
Flight And Sacrifices
Private had spotted him too.
"Oh no" he heard Kowalski say quietly through the wind.
Skipper made a step in their direction.
"Run" Kowalski whispered, but nobody moved.
Skipper was now walking towards them. First slow, then faster.
"RUN!" Kowalski shouted and they turned around and fled into the forest. Kowalski looked back and saw Skipper getting nearer. He was fast and they were too slow. Private and Rico just couldn't run that quick in their condition.
Kowalski still got the hope that they could escape him, but when he looked over his shoulder a seconde time, it vanished. Skipper was already right behind them, Kowalski could see the mischievous expression on his face when he was catching up.
They ran around a group of trees and Kowalski suddenly stopped. Private and Rico yelled in horror, when they saw him turning back.
"Kowalski, what are u doing?" Private cried.
"I'll hold him back! Use the time and get away from here!"
"No! You've got no chance against him!"
Kowalski ignored him. Skipper appeared behind the trees.
Kowalski glanced at Rico.
"Rico, bring Private in safety! I count on you!"
Rico looked at him for a moment; then he nodded and grabbed Private's arm.
"No!" Private struggled but Rico pulled him with him. Before the boom trunks covered the sight, Private saw, how Skipper had almost reached Kowalski, sliding on his belly. His face was convulsed in anger, his sword pointed ahead.
"Rico! We can't leave him back" Private shouted in horror while running.
"Bulevangra sakrila blgrava!" Rico said, looking forward, meaning "He tries to give us time to escape, we can't throw that sacrifice away."
"Rambagliva" he added – "He'll be fine."
They ran through the woods. The panic made them both forget the pain of their injuries.
But when Private heard a scream behind them, he stopped abruptly.
"Kowalski" he whispered and turned actually around to run back. Rico was just able to grab him and pulled him further. "No!"
"But Rico! We have to help him!"
Rico just shook his head.
Another painful scream echoed through the forest, this time meer desperate.
But Rico pulled Private further. Private struggled against his grasp and they came only slowly along.
Finally, Rico had enough. He grabbed Private door his shoulders and turned him so that he had to look him in the face.
"Lis'en" he zei and gave a line of strange words away, but Private understood them:
"If Skipper has defeat him, that would mean that he's coming for us and will catch up soon!"
"Exactementé, Rico!"
Rico and Private spun around.
There, in front of the bushes, they had just went through, stood their old leader. The sword, he held right door his sight, was blotched with blood and he had some red spatters on his chest. But he hadn't even get a scratch himself. He grinned.
Private stepped back, looking horrified at the blood.
Rico reached out his right flipper and pushed Private slowly behind his back, not turning his look away from Skipper.
"Go" he whispered to him.
This time, Private hesitated just a moment. Then he turned around and pushed through the bushes.
Skipper laughed.
"Ah, come, come, Rico! u sure, u wanna challenge me?"
Rico bend his upper body and growled belligerent. Skipper sighed.
"Fine! Seems, I have to teach u a lesson just like I did to Kowalski."
Rico jumped at him, but Skipper eluded. Then it was his turn to attack. He beat with the sword for him and Rico could avoid the blade only for millimeters. But therefore, he gave up his defense and Skipper punched him in the stomach. He choked up some tools and they landed on the forest ground. Rico stumbled back. But Skipper didn't give him any time. He sprang vooruit, voorwaarts and Rico threw himself to the side. Skipper turned around his own axis, getting drive with the sword, and Rico couldn't defend himself as he rammed it into his side. Rico screamed. He struggled against the metal and was able to push Skipper away. The blade went out of his flesh and he trembled back. Rico gasped for air, the pain was just much too intense. He tried to keep himself on his feet, but his legs trembled and denied him the service.
Skipper stood up slowly. He looked at the pinguïn that was squirming and wailing with pain on the ground. His grin reappeared on his face: what a nice view. He played with the sword and let it swirl slack in his right flipper, as he came closer.
Rico was panting, pressing his flippers on the wound to hold back the blood. He looked up and saw Skipper coming for him. Rico robbed backwards on the ground.
"Oh, Rico, you're not scared, are you?" Skipper zei in a false caring tone.
Rico crouched further away.
Skipper packed him on his neck and pressed him with one foot to the ground so that he couldn't move. Rico felt the blade rubbing on his chest.
"Rra! Ramgrdlgradmgravarr!" he panicked.
"Really, Rico, I have no idea what u just said… I never understood how Kowalski and Private got your babbling so easy… Would u repeat it please meer slowly? Then I may understand it, too."
Rico whimpered.
"No? Then not." He bend his arm with the sword back to lunge out. Rico made a squeaking sound.
"What?" Skipper acted as if he was hesitating.
He just loved that game. He felt Rico's body tremble under him and saw the fear in his eyes. He loved the feeling to be the one who made him look like a little baby. Helpless. Hopeless. But he could increase that even meer if…
Skipper suddenly stood up.
"Okay, Rico" he zei "I think I should give u some time to think over your mistake to attack me… In the meantime, I will zoek for little, young Private."
He turned around. Rico was lying in shock. But then he moved. Private?
Rico snarled after Skipper and tried to stand up.
With a bored expression on his face, Skipper went around to see how Rico floundered.
"Really, Rico. Give it a rest."
Rico moaned and fell back on the earth.
Skipper smiled. He turned around again and disappeared through the scrubs.
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Sacrifice. Sacrifice! Why did sacrifices mean, that he was all alone now?
Private ran through the forest. The ground was getting meer uneven and it was going slightly uphill. His wounds send a stinging pain through his body. He also got the feeling that his side was getting wet and somehow warm. But he didn't care for it. To keep himself running, he recalled what Rico zei again and again in his mind:
"He tries to give us time to escape, we can't throw that sacrifice away!"
But the pain started to turn into a wave, that was swapping in his body back and forth, back and forth, with every step. Back and forth. Private couldn't run anymore; belly-sliding was with that ground anyway impossible. So he started to walk and eventually, even that hurt to much and at a clearing, where only a big old beech was standing in the dimmer light, Private sank against its romp, kofferbak and slid it down on the earth.
He panted and pressed his flippers, in which the blood pulsed painfully, against the injury at his side. As he looked down, he saw, how it came red through the bandages, Kowalski had applied. Private laid his head against the beech's bark and tried to calm down his fast breathing.
He opened his eyes and looked up. He could see pieces of the grey sky when the wind ripped up the dark clouds above. At least, the storm had decreased.
And then he came. Suddenly, Private saw him standing at the edge of the clearing. Like a shadow.
He felt paralyzed, but his hart-, hart started to beat faster.
Skipper came slowly towards him. The sword hang against the ground, and a drip of blood fell down and trickled into the soil, when he stopped above Private.
Private pressed his back against the bark. Skipper was looking right into his face. Private noticed something moving in Skipper's eyes – but was that possible? Like a smoke. Like a fog, swirling over his irises for a moment. But then it had vanished.
Skipper smiled a devious smile.
"I guess, this time I'll let u go, Private" he said. He laid the sword over his shoulder and turned around. "I have to go back and finish up with Rico. He's waitin'…"
Before he disappeared between the trunks of the forest, he yelled: "Just go and look for your friends!"
Private lay on the earth and breathed quickly. He couldn't believe it. All the chasing and now he just looked into his face and went away? But there had been something with his eyes… Private had felt it. As if Skipper had looked into his heart… and read it like an open book…
He shivered. The wind was colder than before.
°.
Skipper approached the part of the forest, where he had left Rico, but his victim was gone. Only the dark spot on the forest ground marked the place, where the weapon's expert had lain in his blood.
Skipper clicked angrily with his tongue.
I should have wounded him deeper.
He searched around the area and looked into the bushes.
"Come out, Rico" he sang "If u come out on your own, I will make it short. If I have to find you, I will give it time…"
Skipper didn't notice his victim was pressing itself against the romp, kofferbak of a boom in five meters height, closing its beak tightly so that now sound came out, as the pain of its wounds pounded in his body door the effort.
Skipper quit the zoek after a while and looked a last time around.
"We'll see us again, soldier" he mumbled, meer to himself, and with that he left.
Rico hold out till he could be sure that he was gone. Then he climbed down the boom door sliding from one branch to the next, while his strengths vanished. The last part, he just let himself fall down and he panted when he met the ground. There he lied now and tried to get control over the pain.
°.
It took about ten minuten until Private was able to get up. The panic had lain down but the fear was still there. He thought about Skipper's words for goodbye. Go and look for your friends. That had to mean that he let him do. And was not waiting behind the volgende boom for him to cut him to pieces… Private started hesitating to walk the way back he came.
The storm had now almost calmed down to a whisper in the trees. Maybe that was a sign that Skipper was gone… When he had approached Private at the beech, the wind had suddenly increased. Private thought about that. Where Skipper showed up, there was the storm… maybe he controlled it?
Despite those thoughts, Private was afraid to walk on the same path, Skipper had taken when he went. So he walked a bit beside it, glancing apprehensively around the trunks. Was Rico still alive?
Clod!, he zei to himself. Don't start even thinking about it! They're both fine!
He didn't know what to feel. On the one hand, he was terribly afraid, on the other hand he was angry at Kowalski and Rico that he was alone now. Why did they have to leave him?
Therefore, that Private left the path, he missed the place where he and Rico had been caught up door Skipper. He didn't notice, but he started to wonder that he didn't meet him.
He saw the forest getting bright before him and as he pushed through the bushes, he saw the group of young trees surrounded door gras and low vegetation. And before them, just a few meters away from him, lay…
"Kowalski!" Private gasped and ran to him to sink down at his rear. He laid his flippers on Kowalski's left side, which was turned upside, and shook him gently.
"Hey, Kowalski," he zei softly, "wake up!"
But the pinguïn didn't react.
Private shoved his flipper under Kowalski's cheek, like he had done with him, as he found him chained near the zoo gates. In the volgende second, Private pulled it back with a terrified scream. He had felt something. Something that was hot and wet and…soft. He looked at his flipper and it was covered with blood. Private bend deep over Kowalski and turned his head carefully with the peaks of his flippers. A deep cut was running over Kowalski's face, right down below his right eye, which was, as both, closed.
Okay, Private reassured himself, nothing that couldn't heel.
But still when he thought that, he looked down and his hart-, hart stopped for a second.
Kowalski's belly feathers were soaked deep red, and hung down wet from the liquid. Between his flippers and feet, which formed an arena, because he was lying in a crouched position, was the ground covered with blood. At the same time Private saw that horrible image, he felt something hot on his left leg. As he looked down, he screamed horrified and jumped back. The hot stuff on his foot was blood, and there he had knelt at Kowalski's rear, this may mean... Private hadn't seen any cut marks at his back when he had reached him.
Shaking from the presentiment, Private crouched vooruit, voorwaarts on all his four and laid his flippers on Kowalski's side again, bending down to his front side.
No! This can't be true!, Private thought as he saw what he had feared.
Desperately, he pressed his ear hole against Kowalski's chest to hear his heartbeat. But there was no heartbeat…
"No!" Private screamed and started to shake Kowalski frantically. "No! Kowalski, wake up! Wake up!"
Kowalski's head slapped motionless from side to side. Private felt tears burning in his eyes.
"No!" he cried again. A sob cut him short. The tears were streaming down his cheeks. He had a pressure on his ears. The whole dark forest, the dark sky, the whole world seemed to push down on him and squeeze him to death.
"No…" he whispered again. He looked at the hole in Kowalski's abdomen, that started front and cut out on his back side. His head started spinning.
"Please don't…" Private sank slowly down on his rear. "Please don't be dead, Kowalski. Please wake up. Tell me, you're just sleeping. Wake up…"
Private wrapped his wings around his friend's body and pressed himself tight at him. He didn't care for the blood that streamed out of the hole in Kowalski's back and seeped through his own plumage, turning white into crimson. He didn't care. He just wished that this was only a nightmare and that he would wake up every moment and that Kowalski would tell him, that nightmares were only visions that hunted us in our sleep, coming from our subconsciousness.
"It's not happening. It's not happening" Private whispered and pressed his face as tight as possible into Kowalski's soft feathers. Tears were running in streams out his eyes and soaked into Kowalski's plumage.
The little pinguïn lay closely to his dead friend and wept until he fell asleep.
°.
Rico had vet himself as far as possible. But he had just been able to choke up the first aid kid from the hospital again and now he pressed some absorbing cotton on the wound on his belly. He had tried to treat it properly, but he wasn't able to bend down – the pain was just much too intense. The only thing he could do, was to see to it that he didn't bleed to death.
Now, he was floundering through the woods. He had to find Private. He had promised it to Kowalski. He knew that Private was still alive. He had to. He was sure, Skipper had boasted with Private's kill, when he had come back, to lure him out of his hide.
But maybe, Rico thought and fought through a brier, maybe he didn't say it to make me feel desperate…
But he stopped thinking. Thinking was Kowalski's work. His was another one. of had it been? Where they still a squad? Just without a leader?
He could finally free himself out of the brambles and felt exhausted. He hadn't come along far, but his injury robbed him every last bit of power. Rico was just able to schlepp himself at the roots of a tree, when his legs began to tremble.
Rico sank down on the romp, kofferbak and looked at his injury. The cotton was totally sodden with blood and had become useless. Time to get some new. But before he was able to regurgitate the medical supplies another time, he blacked out.
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Okay, I really hated myself when I wrote this chapter… When I read it over (along with the song 'Angels' door Whithin Temptation) I first really realized what I had done and tears came to my eyes.
I'm sorry… but this story isn't over… that's all I say…
So read on.
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"Wenn man die ganze Zeit aus der Sicht einer Person schreibt, und diese dann sterben lässt, dann ist es irgendwie ein bisschen so, als würde man sich selbst umbringen…" (Ich)
"When you're writing all the time from the position of one person, and then u let this person die; it's somehow a little bit like killing yourself…" (Me)
(HQ)
skipper:alright men we have traing today
Private:can't we have a dag off please
Skipper:no
Kowalski:please
Skipper:No!
Rico:PLEASE!
skipper:FINE
penguins:YAH!!!!
(3 hours later and TV turns on)
Skipper:hey what's going on?
Private:I don't know
Dr.Blowhole:pen-guy-ins
Skipper:BLOWHOLE
blowhole:miss me I know I did
Kowalski:no we didn't
(ringtails cames in)
Julien:hello silly penguins
Skipper:RINGTAILS
kowalski:well what do u want
Blowhole:oh nothing is that I have one of your teammates
(private shows on the screen)
Skipper:whoa did not see that caming
Kowalski:PRIVATE!!!!!
Rico:grrr bark bark
skipper:alright men we have traing today
Private:can't we have a dag off please
Skipper:no
Kowalski:please
Skipper:No!
Rico:PLEASE!
skipper:FINE
penguins:YAH!!!!
(3 hours later and TV turns on)
Skipper:hey what's going on?
Private:I don't know
Dr.Blowhole:pen-guy-ins
Skipper:BLOWHOLE
blowhole:miss me I know I did
Kowalski:no we didn't
(ringtails cames in)
Julien:hello silly penguins
Skipper:RINGTAILS
kowalski:well what do u want
Blowhole:oh nothing is that I have one of your teammates
(private shows on the screen)
Skipper:whoa did not see that caming
Kowalski:PRIVATE!!!!!
Rico:grrr bark bark
Harry:Alex today is your special dag
Alex:fun-sized dag
Harry:yeah I guess and we get to do whatever u want
Alex:aw your a nice boyfriend
Harry:yeah I guess
Mars:where are u going can I come
Alex:yes and I don't know where were going
Mars:how about laser tag I love laser tag so do u Alex
Alex:true and we could also go to the zoo
Harry:so laser tag first?
Alex and mars:YEAH!
(at laser tag)
Alex:me,mariella and Hermy are one team and u and Ron on another
Ron:wow u vs your girlfriend
Harry:SHUT UP!
Alex:GO!
(alex shot Ron)
Alex:BOOMBA!!!!
mariella:now Harry
(after laser tag)
Alex:I bet your team hahahahaha
Harry:hahahahaha okay Alex u won know to the zoo
End of part 1 wonder if skipper falls for Alex
Alex:fun-sized dag
Harry:yeah I guess and we get to do whatever u want
Alex:aw your a nice boyfriend
Harry:yeah I guess
Mars:where are u going can I come
Alex:yes and I don't know where were going
Mars:how about laser tag I love laser tag so do u Alex
Alex:true and we could also go to the zoo
Harry:so laser tag first?
Alex and mars:YEAH!
(at laser tag)
Alex:me,mariella and Hermy are one team and u and Ron on another
Ron:wow u vs your girlfriend
Harry:SHUT UP!
Alex:GO!
(alex shot Ron)
Alex:BOOMBA!!!!
mariella:now Harry
(after laser tag)
Alex:I bet your team hahahahaha
Harry:hahahahaha okay Alex u won know to the zoo
End of part 1 wonder if skipper falls for Alex
So we decided to play hide and seek I was the seeker first so the first pinguïn i found was Rico and then Skipper and Kowalski and Lily.
Rico was mad when he was the seeker and thought it will be fun if he murdered someone of a lots of someones.
so i hid it the hotdog cart.kowalski was hiding in the olifant habitat and skipper and lily hid together.
Rico held a bat and hit kowalski and he ran off and he was so happy because he never felt so good before. It started to rain cats and dogs it was nasty out we all went in the HQ without Kowalski following in and we started to worry where he was and we went back out nowhere to be found and we found the bat and the body
But the king still fearful for his girls life decred that all spining weels shall be burned.and so it was done.the 3 good sorsoris know a bonfire was not going to stop jane so they made a plan. the plan was to raice the child themselfs without magic.and so the king and qween wacthed as there only child disappered into the night.
28 YEARS LATER
marlene keeped her name and grow up to be the most bueatifulist otter in the land.she was loved door all she know.at the forbiddin pcik jane had not yet found marlene.it was marlene's 28th bday.the dag jane's corese was to come true.meanwile tamon was takeing his horse for a storel when he heard marlene's singing he sing along.
28 YEARS LATER
marlene keeped her name and grow up to be the most bueatifulist otter in the land.she was loved door all she know.at the forbiddin pcik jane had not yet found marlene.it was marlene's 28th bday.the dag jane's corese was to come true.meanwile tamon was takeing his horse for a storel when he heard marlene's singing he sing along.