I still miss them. All of them. I miss how Kowalski always thought of some long, winded explanation to things, Private's giggle and girly obsessions, Rico's love of dynamite. I miss how close I felt to them, how sometimes I could almost read their minds. I miss joking around with them, watching movies together, and Shirtless Ninjas.
Isn't it unfair how we never realize how much these things mean to us until they're gone?
I wish I had thought about it before--before what happened. I suppose now your saying: "what did happen? C'mon, Skipper, you can trust us. Tell the story!"
I will, if you really want me to. It isn't the sort of story that leaves you feeling warm and fuzzy and happy on the inside. It's more of the story that makes you feel alone and depressed and cold. But if you want to hear it, you can. Feel free to read this half-crazed scrawl I'm writing before I slip away. Run away into the light, the same way Kowalski did three and a half years ago......
It started on a normal day. We were in our apartment together, playing cards. Well, Kowalski, Rico and I were. Private was out somewhere. The park, to be exact. I remember. I remember every detail of that fateful day.
"Do you have a six?" Kowalski asked, turning to me.
I nodded and slid one across the table to him. My mind wasn't really on the game. I had a feeling in my gut that something was wrong. Horribly wrong.
That's when Private burst in. "Skipper!"
"Yes, Private?" I asked, turning to face him.
That's when I noticed the blood on his face.
It was smeared on his forehead and the left side of his face. A trickle of it was running into his eye. It caught on his eyelashes, then ran down his check like a crimson tear when he blinked. A dried streak of it stained his light blond hair.
I jumped up and ran over to him. "Private! What happened?"
Private said something incoherent and crumpled to the floor.
I knelt down next to him. "Kowalski, get a wet washcloth."
Kowalski obeyed quickly, running to the bathroom and coming back with a bleach-stained, soaking-wet washcloth.
I took it from him and began to clean off Private's face, looking for the source of the blood. I soon found it: a cut that had been hidden by his bangs. If the slash had been only a centimeter to the right, it would have cut a major artery right in half. Private would have bled to death before he got here.
I finished wiping off his face and shook him gently. "Private?"
Private's ice blue eyes cracked open slightly. "Skipper?" he murmured.
"You alright, soldier?"
He sat up slowly. I noticed some blood caked in his eyebrow. "I think so."
"What happened?"
His eyes widened with remembrance. "Oh! Oh, Skipper, it was horrible. I was walking to the park, and a police officer stepped in front of me and told me to get back to my house immediately and hide in a safe, locked area with a phone to call 911. So I was going back here when this man stepped in front of me, grabbed me, and slashed me across the face, so I kicked him and ran back here...." Private broke down sobbing.
At that moment, an explosion shook the house.
Kowalski crouched down next to us, his eyes wide with fear. Rico looked around wildly. His red hair whipped around his face, giving him a strange, sinister look.
"What the duece?" I exclaimed, jumping to my feet.
Another explosion racked the house, this one closer. Me and Kowalski shared a look.
This was not good.
Isn't it unfair how we never realize how much these things mean to us until they're gone?
I wish I had thought about it before--before what happened. I suppose now your saying: "what did happen? C'mon, Skipper, you can trust us. Tell the story!"
I will, if you really want me to. It isn't the sort of story that leaves you feeling warm and fuzzy and happy on the inside. It's more of the story that makes you feel alone and depressed and cold. But if you want to hear it, you can. Feel free to read this half-crazed scrawl I'm writing before I slip away. Run away into the light, the same way Kowalski did three and a half years ago......
It started on a normal day. We were in our apartment together, playing cards. Well, Kowalski, Rico and I were. Private was out somewhere. The park, to be exact. I remember. I remember every detail of that fateful day.
"Do you have a six?" Kowalski asked, turning to me.
I nodded and slid one across the table to him. My mind wasn't really on the game. I had a feeling in my gut that something was wrong. Horribly wrong.
That's when Private burst in. "Skipper!"
"Yes, Private?" I asked, turning to face him.
That's when I noticed the blood on his face.
It was smeared on his forehead and the left side of his face. A trickle of it was running into his eye. It caught on his eyelashes, then ran down his check like a crimson tear when he blinked. A dried streak of it stained his light blond hair.
I jumped up and ran over to him. "Private! What happened?"
Private said something incoherent and crumpled to the floor.
I knelt down next to him. "Kowalski, get a wet washcloth."
Kowalski obeyed quickly, running to the bathroom and coming back with a bleach-stained, soaking-wet washcloth.
I took it from him and began to clean off Private's face, looking for the source of the blood. I soon found it: a cut that had been hidden by his bangs. If the slash had been only a centimeter to the right, it would have cut a major artery right in half. Private would have bled to death before he got here.
I finished wiping off his face and shook him gently. "Private?"
Private's ice blue eyes cracked open slightly. "Skipper?" he murmured.
"You alright, soldier?"
He sat up slowly. I noticed some blood caked in his eyebrow. "I think so."
"What happened?"
His eyes widened with remembrance. "Oh! Oh, Skipper, it was horrible. I was walking to the park, and a police officer stepped in front of me and told me to get back to my house immediately and hide in a safe, locked area with a phone to call 911. So I was going back here when this man stepped in front of me, grabbed me, and slashed me across the face, so I kicked him and ran back here...." Private broke down sobbing.
At that moment, an explosion shook the house.
Kowalski crouched down next to us, his eyes wide with fear. Rico looked around wildly. His red hair whipped around his face, giving him a strange, sinister look.
"What the duece?" I exclaimed, jumping to my feet.
Another explosion racked the house, this one closer. Me and Kowalski shared a look.
This was not good.
Fighting styles: Unkown
Weapons: Hidden blades, tomahawk, rev war pistol,
Description: A Native American who was initiated into the Assasin's brother hood.
Skipper
Fighting styles: Kung Fu, karate
Weapons: laser pen
Description: The leader of team penguin who always seems to get himself into suisidal missions.
Conner and Skipper enter the ring Skipper readies his laser pen, Conner draws out his pistol. Conner takes the first shot Skipper jumps out of the way and turns on his laser pen. As Conner is reloading his pistol Skipper turns around, jumps up, and cuts off Conner's head. Victory goes to Skipper.
Dearest Penguins,
WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?! You took away all our hardly worked profits from performing songs on television. So I've come to announce that your annual fee of "borrowing money" is about 2 million dollars. Oh yes, I almost forgot about Kowalski's latest attempts to attract Doris... again, which is another 2000 dollars. Anyhow, try to be normal penguins for once and return the fees of money.
From,Your Friends At Hoboken. PS Savio is still seeking revenge :P
Dear Hobokeneers,
See you on the little floating zoo in the sky!
From, HIGHLY CLASSIFIED PS You've made a bid mistake!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)
WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?! You took away all our hardly worked profits from performing songs on television. So I've come to announce that your annual fee of "borrowing money" is about 2 million dollars. Oh yes, I almost forgot about Kowalski's latest attempts to attract Doris... again, which is another 2000 dollars. Anyhow, try to be normal penguins for once and return the fees of money.
From,Your Friends At Hoboken. PS Savio is still seeking revenge :P
Dear Hobokeneers,
See you on the little floating zoo in the sky!
From, HIGHLY CLASSIFIED PS You've made a bid mistake!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)
Doris please read this!!Anyone can read it too
The scientist's love has departed
As both of our worlds go by
Every single nanosecond
I think of you day and night
In my heart there is no that is second
You'll always be the apple of my eye
I'll search the world
Near and far then high and low
My love will show
Just to hold you gently
Don't want to let you go
I need a moment in my life
To be with you, I'll be true
Without realizing our isolation
With love and Science
I am deeply torn by desperation
In every experimentation
You're an inspiration
Besides the problems and life collisions
Like Skipper said " You're a distraction"
Now we're inter-vented
And separated for good
Up to now my love has departed
But.. Still "I'm screwed"
We're like fragments that were split
Or gas molecules, so far away
Now, I'm broken in tiny bits
But deep inside my heart
Your loving silhouette will stay
The scientist's love has departed
As both of our worlds go by
Every single nanosecond
I think of you day and night
In my heart there is no that is second
You'll always be the apple of my eye
I'll search the world
Near and far then high and low
My love will show
Just to hold you gently
Don't want to let you go
I need a moment in my life
To be with you, I'll be true
Without realizing our isolation
With love and Science
I am deeply torn by desperation
In every experimentation
You're an inspiration
Besides the problems and life collisions
Like Skipper said " You're a distraction"
Now we're inter-vented
And separated for good
Up to now my love has departed
But.. Still "I'm screwed"
We're like fragments that were split
Or gas molecules, so far away
Now, I'm broken in tiny bits
But deep inside my heart
Your loving silhouette will stay
Harry:well it's not every day u punch a lemur
Alex:*gasp* RON AND HERMIONE!!!!!
Harry:they must be looking 4 us
Alex:bye guys,it was nice meeting u!
(upside)
Ron:where the heck have u been?
Alex:I was......um.....looking....for my Wand yeah that's it my wand right Harry?
Harry:uh?oh yeah her wand
Hermione:alright came on let's head home
Alex:okay
(at home)
Sirius:so how was the zoo?
Hermione:Alex lost her wand but found it
Sirius:YOU LOST YOUR WAND AT TGE ZOO!
Alex:hey I found it right
(at the HQ)
Private:skippah,don't u think we should do u know ask question Harry and Alexandra
Skipper:young private that's there choice
Alex:*gasp* RON AND HERMIONE!!!!!
Harry:they must be looking 4 us
Alex:bye guys,it was nice meeting u!
(upside)
Ron:where the heck have u been?
Alex:I was......um.....looking....for my Wand yeah that's it my wand right Harry?
Harry:uh?oh yeah her wand
Hermione:alright came on let's head home
Alex:okay
(at home)
Sirius:so how was the zoo?
Hermione:Alex lost her wand but found it
Sirius:YOU LOST YOUR WAND AT TGE ZOO!
Alex:hey I found it right
(at the HQ)
Private:skippah,don't u think we should do u know ask question Harry and Alexandra
Skipper:young private that's there choice