The buzzer sounded.
Penguins of many ages sprinted inoltrare, avanti through the obstacle course. Their adrenaline coursed through their veins and they weaved around each other, most of them belly-sliding. Snow was flung into the air behind each of them as they raced to the end. Freezing cold air whipped past their faces and nipped at their cheeks. Finally, the course opened into a clearing and the penguins went into their designated sections.
Most were out of breath and their heads thumped with each pound of their heart. Subject 61 waited patiently in line for his evaluation. He'd been in this program ever since he was a hatchling. He's never stepped out of the boundary's of the facility before, and neither have most. Those who have usually end up shot.
That's not the only way to 'go' in this facility though. Most don't even get a chance to try to break out and become free. Most die from a different kind of shot. These humans are the kind of animali that test drugs on innocent creatures. Why penguins? Because the last place anyone would look for illegal drug testers in the middle of the cauldron of freezing, blinding snow known as Antarctica.
Subject 61 was next. He stepped inoltrare, avanti and a human with matted, sandy colored hair in heavy clothing and a cigar sticking out of the corner of his mouth picked him up and set him on a table. He went through this process every day: he took his blood pressure, pulse, eye dilation, and his reflexes. He was slightly above normal, which is better than what most penguins end up getting, and when that happens, they send te to the successivo level.
The drug they use is supposed to enhance your athletic abilities, such as speed, agility, and the like. Subject 61 had made it to Level 2: Agility and Timing. He'd passed, so he'd sposta on to Level 3: The Fighting Rink. According to if and when each pinguino moves up a level, their subject number is recorded. If they pass level 3, then the drug that's been used on them has been perfected and is ready to be distributed to their colleague in Europe. If a pinguino dies o fails to complete all three levels, then the drug is then sent back to the lab area to be perfected. Where to the deceased penguins go? Let's just say that the orcas never go hungry.
Subject 61 was awaiting his turn in the rinks when two penguins approached him. The mid-sized one with brown eyes had the number 98 painted in blue on his chest. The larger of the two had the number 107 painted in green on his chest. "Hey, 61. Want in on a secret?" 98 asked in a soft, deep voice. 61 shrugged; the drugs had impaired his speech.
"We're breaking out. And we think te may be able to help us. Want in?" 107 asked. 61 looked at him as if he were out of his mind. "I know what you're thinking. But we have a plan. After we get through our fights, on the truck back to base, we're gonna stack up at the back of the truck, and we need te to pick the lock. Don't think we don't know your secret." 107 told him with a smirk. 61 looked down at himself, he thought he was the only one who knew about his ability. Well, he did want to get out of this place. It's not like he had anything to lose. He looked back up and nodded. 107 and 98 smiled.
It was 61's turn to enter the rink. He'd done this many times before. He'd go in, fight for three minutes, then be tested. As many times as he'd been through these levels, he'd always had the luck of getting an inperfected drug. Though, what the humans fail to realize-or just don't care to-is that most deaths occur due to overdose rather than the drug not being created properly.
61 entered a ring and watched a pinguino about twice his age enter the other side. The fight wasn't to the death; it's just the most strenuous of the three levels. Most of the penguins didn't want to fight, but if te didn't, then te weren't dato pesce for the day. And they weren't dato much pesce to begin with. Through, some penguins did die in the rink; the drug did something to some of them. Especially the ones who have been exposed to it longer. It made them più aggressive.
The larger pinguino looked down at him with his deep green eyes. He had the number 7 painted in black on his chest. 61 gulped. This pinguino had been in this for years now. The number 7 told him everything he needed to know. He was rough, aggressive, and a survivor. The buzzer sounded, indicating that the three minuti had started. 7 lunged at him and 61 dodged out of the way. 7 snarled in frustration.
Along with his other secret ability, 61 had another secret weapon. He was fast. He dodged another attack and bellyslid to the other side. 7 bellyslid after him and skidded to a halt, causing snow to fly into 61's face. In what seemed to be a mere second, as 61 wiped snow from his eyes, 7 picked him up and threw him across the snow. The three minuti started to feel like three years. 61 scrambled to his feet and ended up falling onto his back. He hadn't gotten into Level 3 many times, and the times that he did, he hadn't gotten a very aggressive opponent but once. The only way he'd survived is because he was too fast for him. But 7 was più quick on his feet.
61 backed up through the snow, creating a trail in front of him. 7 approached him, his feet crunching deeply beneath his feet with every step of his large, webbed feet. His eyes burned with fuoco and it seemed that he intended to kill. 61 got back to his feet and waited for 7 to get close enough to him. Once he began to stoop down to pick him up again, 61 darted in the other direction, catching him off guard. 7 chased 61 around the rink for about thirty secondi when 7 finally caught him and pinned him to the ground. 61 gasped for air as 7 pressed his fist harder into his abdomen and looked back into his dark, soulless eyes. He thought 7 was going to kill him when he lifted up just before he passed out. Of course he wouldn't just finish him off. He was going to keep the pain going until the bell. Where was that stupid bell? Surely it'd been three minuti da now...He rolled out of the way just as 7's fist came down at him, causing it to bury into the snow. 61 looked up at the large clock at the back of the ring. Only a minuto and a half had passed? Surely that clock must be a little slow...
7 was about to attack again. 61's cuore raced as he tried to find a way to make it through the successivo minuto and a half alive. He'd never attempted to use his ability in the ring before; partly because he never really needed to, and partly-and mainly-because he didn't want the humans to do anything più to him than they were already. 7 made another punch, punzone for him and 61 acted on impulse. He flipped backwards onto his flippers and landed on his feet a few feet away from 7 just as his fist made another contact with the snow. He stared up at him in confusion, and 61 was just as unsure as 7 was at what had just happened. 61 gulped again. He had no idea what he'd just done o how, but it made 7 really angry. He lunged at him and was now on superiore, in alto of him, and 61 could smell the putrid aggression on his breath. 61 clamped his eyes shut, expecting him to snap his neck, but the sudden sound of the campana, bell was heard and a human separated them. 61 let out a long sigh of relief. He was carried out of the ring and had his vitals checked once again. After they'd been recorded, he was carried outside and put into the back of a van. 61 looked around at the many other numbered penguins in the van. Some were sleeping, some were whispering quietly to each other, and others were just standing there staring into nothingness. His attention was diverted when 107 and 98 were put into the back of the van. They approached him.
"Hey, pipsqueak. That was a fine performance. I caught a glimpse of it in the middle of my fight." 98 whispered. He leaned in closer and whispered ever-so-softly into 61's earhole. "Alright, in a few minutes, this furgone, van is going to start moving. We'll stack up at the back and pick that lock." 61 took notice of the lock hanging in the middle of the door. "We'll push the doors open and we'll be free." 61 nodded.
As he was told, the furgone, van started moving. 107 stood under the lock; 98 climbed onto his shoulders and 61 was helped to the top. The other penguins gathered 'round in curiosity. 61 looked at the lock for a moment, then looked bashfully at the other penguins. He'd never used his ability in front of anyone. Then he took a deep breath to gather his confidence and started gagging. After a few gags, he spit a paperclip into his flippers and he heard the other penguins gasp in astonishment. 61 remained concentrated on his objective. He bent the paperclip out and shoved the end into the keyhole. After a few twists and turns, it unlocked. 61 jumped down and 98 followed. The three of them faced the doors and pushed them open.
Immediately, a gush of freezing cold wind came into the back and the penguins lurched forward. 107, 98, and 61 jumped out of the back and rolled a few feet, then began belly-sliding as fast as they could away from the facility. There were no fences o any other type of boundary, so escaping was a sinch. Once they were far enough away-which took about an ora of nonstop belly-sliding-they stopped to catch their breath.
"That was great, 61! Not bad for an eight anno old." 98 exclaimed. "You know, we need names." He pointed out.
"You're right. Uh...what should we name ourselves?" 107 asked.
"I wanna be...uh...Johnson. I've always liked the name." 98 said.
"Okay, I like Manfredi. It's unique and hardly used." 107 told them. "Now for you." He looked 61 up and down. "You look like a...Rico. Do te like it?"
61 thought for a moment. Then he looked up at them and nodded with a smile.
Penguins of many ages sprinted inoltrare, avanti through the obstacle course. Their adrenaline coursed through their veins and they weaved around each other, most of them belly-sliding. Snow was flung into the air behind each of them as they raced to the end. Freezing cold air whipped past their faces and nipped at their cheeks. Finally, the course opened into a clearing and the penguins went into their designated sections.
Most were out of breath and their heads thumped with each pound of their heart. Subject 61 waited patiently in line for his evaluation. He'd been in this program ever since he was a hatchling. He's never stepped out of the boundary's of the facility before, and neither have most. Those who have usually end up shot.
That's not the only way to 'go' in this facility though. Most don't even get a chance to try to break out and become free. Most die from a different kind of shot. These humans are the kind of animali that test drugs on innocent creatures. Why penguins? Because the last place anyone would look for illegal drug testers in the middle of the cauldron of freezing, blinding snow known as Antarctica.
Subject 61 was next. He stepped inoltrare, avanti and a human with matted, sandy colored hair in heavy clothing and a cigar sticking out of the corner of his mouth picked him up and set him on a table. He went through this process every day: he took his blood pressure, pulse, eye dilation, and his reflexes. He was slightly above normal, which is better than what most penguins end up getting, and when that happens, they send te to the successivo level.
The drug they use is supposed to enhance your athletic abilities, such as speed, agility, and the like. Subject 61 had made it to Level 2: Agility and Timing. He'd passed, so he'd sposta on to Level 3: The Fighting Rink. According to if and when each pinguino moves up a level, their subject number is recorded. If they pass level 3, then the drug that's been used on them has been perfected and is ready to be distributed to their colleague in Europe. If a pinguino dies o fails to complete all three levels, then the drug is then sent back to the lab area to be perfected. Where to the deceased penguins go? Let's just say that the orcas never go hungry.
Subject 61 was awaiting his turn in the rinks when two penguins approached him. The mid-sized one with brown eyes had the number 98 painted in blue on his chest. The larger of the two had the number 107 painted in green on his chest. "Hey, 61. Want in on a secret?" 98 asked in a soft, deep voice. 61 shrugged; the drugs had impaired his speech.
"We're breaking out. And we think te may be able to help us. Want in?" 107 asked. 61 looked at him as if he were out of his mind. "I know what you're thinking. But we have a plan. After we get through our fights, on the truck back to base, we're gonna stack up at the back of the truck, and we need te to pick the lock. Don't think we don't know your secret." 107 told him with a smirk. 61 looked down at himself, he thought he was the only one who knew about his ability. Well, he did want to get out of this place. It's not like he had anything to lose. He looked back up and nodded. 107 and 98 smiled.
It was 61's turn to enter the rink. He'd done this many times before. He'd go in, fight for three minutes, then be tested. As many times as he'd been through these levels, he'd always had the luck of getting an inperfected drug. Though, what the humans fail to realize-or just don't care to-is that most deaths occur due to overdose rather than the drug not being created properly.
61 entered a ring and watched a pinguino about twice his age enter the other side. The fight wasn't to the death; it's just the most strenuous of the three levels. Most of the penguins didn't want to fight, but if te didn't, then te weren't dato pesce for the day. And they weren't dato much pesce to begin with. Through, some penguins did die in the rink; the drug did something to some of them. Especially the ones who have been exposed to it longer. It made them più aggressive.
The larger pinguino looked down at him with his deep green eyes. He had the number 7 painted in black on his chest. 61 gulped. This pinguino had been in this for years now. The number 7 told him everything he needed to know. He was rough, aggressive, and a survivor. The buzzer sounded, indicating that the three minuti had started. 7 lunged at him and 61 dodged out of the way. 7 snarled in frustration.
Along with his other secret ability, 61 had another secret weapon. He was fast. He dodged another attack and bellyslid to the other side. 7 bellyslid after him and skidded to a halt, causing snow to fly into 61's face. In what seemed to be a mere second, as 61 wiped snow from his eyes, 7 picked him up and threw him across the snow. The three minuti started to feel like three years. 61 scrambled to his feet and ended up falling onto his back. He hadn't gotten into Level 3 many times, and the times that he did, he hadn't gotten a very aggressive opponent but once. The only way he'd survived is because he was too fast for him. But 7 was più quick on his feet.
61 backed up through the snow, creating a trail in front of him. 7 approached him, his feet crunching deeply beneath his feet with every step of his large, webbed feet. His eyes burned with fuoco and it seemed that he intended to kill. 61 got back to his feet and waited for 7 to get close enough to him. Once he began to stoop down to pick him up again, 61 darted in the other direction, catching him off guard. 7 chased 61 around the rink for about thirty secondi when 7 finally caught him and pinned him to the ground. 61 gasped for air as 7 pressed his fist harder into his abdomen and looked back into his dark, soulless eyes. He thought 7 was going to kill him when he lifted up just before he passed out. Of course he wouldn't just finish him off. He was going to keep the pain going until the bell. Where was that stupid bell? Surely it'd been three minuti da now...He rolled out of the way just as 7's fist came down at him, causing it to bury into the snow. 61 looked up at the large clock at the back of the ring. Only a minuto and a half had passed? Surely that clock must be a little slow...
7 was about to attack again. 61's cuore raced as he tried to find a way to make it through the successivo minuto and a half alive. He'd never attempted to use his ability in the ring before; partly because he never really needed to, and partly-and mainly-because he didn't want the humans to do anything più to him than they were already. 7 made another punch, punzone for him and 61 acted on impulse. He flipped backwards onto his flippers and landed on his feet a few feet away from 7 just as his fist made another contact with the snow. He stared up at him in confusion, and 61 was just as unsure as 7 was at what had just happened. 61 gulped again. He had no idea what he'd just done o how, but it made 7 really angry. He lunged at him and was now on superiore, in alto of him, and 61 could smell the putrid aggression on his breath. 61 clamped his eyes shut, expecting him to snap his neck, but the sudden sound of the campana, bell was heard and a human separated them. 61 let out a long sigh of relief. He was carried out of the ring and had his vitals checked once again. After they'd been recorded, he was carried outside and put into the back of a van. 61 looked around at the many other numbered penguins in the van. Some were sleeping, some were whispering quietly to each other, and others were just standing there staring into nothingness. His attention was diverted when 107 and 98 were put into the back of the van. They approached him.
"Hey, pipsqueak. That was a fine performance. I caught a glimpse of it in the middle of my fight." 98 whispered. He leaned in closer and whispered ever-so-softly into 61's earhole. "Alright, in a few minutes, this furgone, van is going to start moving. We'll stack up at the back and pick that lock." 61 took notice of the lock hanging in the middle of the door. "We'll push the doors open and we'll be free." 61 nodded.
As he was told, the furgone, van started moving. 107 stood under the lock; 98 climbed onto his shoulders and 61 was helped to the top. The other penguins gathered 'round in curiosity. 61 looked at the lock for a moment, then looked bashfully at the other penguins. He'd never used his ability in front of anyone. Then he took a deep breath to gather his confidence and started gagging. After a few gags, he spit a paperclip into his flippers and he heard the other penguins gasp in astonishment. 61 remained concentrated on his objective. He bent the paperclip out and shoved the end into the keyhole. After a few twists and turns, it unlocked. 61 jumped down and 98 followed. The three of them faced the doors and pushed them open.
Immediately, a gush of freezing cold wind came into the back and the penguins lurched forward. 107, 98, and 61 jumped out of the back and rolled a few feet, then began belly-sliding as fast as they could away from the facility. There were no fences o any other type of boundary, so escaping was a sinch. Once they were far enough away-which took about an ora of nonstop belly-sliding-they stopped to catch their breath.
"That was great, 61! Not bad for an eight anno old." 98 exclaimed. "You know, we need names." He pointed out.
"You're right. Uh...what should we name ourselves?" 107 asked.
"I wanna be...uh...Johnson. I've always liked the name." 98 said.
"Okay, I like Manfredi. It's unique and hardly used." 107 told them. "Now for you." He looked 61 up and down. "You look like a...Rico. Do te like it?"
61 thought for a moment. Then he looked up at them and nodded with a smile.
Me:but who why when
Skipper:we don't know who and don't know why but it happen right now
Harry:I know why a gryffindory did this because some how they want to go the chamber
Hermonie:we'll ask Hagrid
Ron:oh sure we can go like: " oh hello Hagrid do u know anything about the chamber"
Hagrid:no talking about are te
All of us:no
Me:some how he knows
Wood:today we'll mostra hufflepuff we'll bet them
Fred(or greoge) : Harry will stop them with his starting thing that can freeze them
Me:Harry the games called off te have to see this
At the hoptil wing
Me:hermonie been...
Harry and Ron:hermonie
Me:she was in the biblioteca
End of part 9 well hermonie live *dramcie music*
Skipper:we don't know who and don't know why but it happen right now
Harry:I know why a gryffindory did this because some how they want to go the chamber
Hermonie:we'll ask Hagrid
Ron:oh sure we can go like: " oh hello Hagrid do u know anything about the chamber"
Hagrid:no talking about are te
All of us:no
Me:some how he knows
Wood:today we'll mostra hufflepuff we'll bet them
Fred(or greoge) : Harry will stop them with his starting thing that can freeze them
Me:Harry the games called off te have to see this
At the hoptil wing
Me:hermonie been...
Harry and Ron:hermonie
Me:she was in the biblioteca
End of part 9 well hermonie live *dramcie music*
Me:soooooo that's wasn't so hard was it
Harry: oh really then was
Skipper:it's really great to be here Alex because te look.....like......a.......angel
Me and the wizard:...........?
Skipper: I mean te know
Me:right........
At defans art and dark magic
Proffeser:today you'll learn how to make sure a vampire doesn't bite you
*bells ring* ringgggggggg
At lunch
Me:well what do we have in the-
Ron:we don't have anything
Me:alright
Precy:are te leaving Alex with the penguins?
Me:yeah! Harry,Ron,Hermiome te can come
The three of them:really!
Me:yeah my parents think it's okay
Harry: oh really then was
Skipper:it's really great to be here Alex because te look.....like......a.......angel
Me and the wizard:...........?
Skipper: I mean te know
Me:right........
At defans art and dark magic
Proffeser:today you'll learn how to make sure a vampire doesn't bite you
*bells ring* ringgggggggg
At lunch
Me:well what do we have in the-
Ron:we don't have anything
Me:alright
Precy:are te leaving Alex with the penguins?
Me:yeah! Harry,Ron,Hermiome te can come
The three of them:really!
Me:yeah my parents think it's okay
Harry:well now we know who you-
Me:should we go to letto
Harry:right penguins following me and Ron
Hermione:good night private *blows a kiss*
Private:*sigh*
Me:night skipper
Skipper:night Alex
Harry:night Alex
Me:night
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successivo moring
At dark defense and dark magic
Professor q:a-a-and remaeber that I-I-f te ever find a v-v-v-aprime use garlic *bells ring*
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at lunch
Me:I am telling te mayfol is going to get te in trouble
Harry:don't worry
Skipper:who mayfol
Me:someone te don't want to me
Mayfol:why not Alex
Me:no reason jerk
Mayfol:I'll see te griffdory at flying lesson
Me:ahggggggg again
Harry:don't worry it won't happen like on the 1year
Private:what happen?
Hermoien:you don't want to know
Part 3 ends
Part 4 coming soon to a fanpop near you
Me:should we go to letto
Harry:right penguins following me and Ron
Hermione:good night private *blows a kiss*
Private:*sigh*
Me:night skipper
Skipper:night Alex
Harry:night Alex
Me:night
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successivo moring
At dark defense and dark magic
Professor q:a-a-and remaeber that I-I-f te ever find a v-v-v-aprime use garlic *bells ring*
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at lunch
Me:I am telling te mayfol is going to get te in trouble
Harry:don't worry
Skipper:who mayfol
Me:someone te don't want to me
Mayfol:why not Alex
Me:no reason jerk
Mayfol:I'll see te griffdory at flying lesson
Me:ahggggggg again
Harry:don't worry it won't happen like on the 1year
Private:what happen?
Hermoien:you don't want to know
Part 3 ends
Part 4 coming soon to a fanpop near you
Everyone was gone except for two of the penguins.
the others where on a vacation with Kaitlyn's sister Leah which she was very annoying.
So I didn't go but my cell phone ranged a pinguino detto "Do te know I'm a dimwit?"
"I'm a dimwit?"i detto and the pinguino detto "You're sure are!" I hanged up angrily and detto "it could be Skipper,Lily,or Rico."
Private's phone ranged successivo a the pinguino detto "Is you're refrigerator running?" "I don't know," detto private. "If it is you'd better catch it!" The voice said.
Private detto angrily "It could be Kowalski,Rico,or Lily" he complained. But as soon as he detto it Skipper ran in. me and Private gasped like if the winkies were going out of business.
"Don't be alarmed I was here the whole entire time,and sorry if I didn't let one of te go instead," He said."But Private all the penguins te detto were wrong,"
WHO WAS THE PRANK CALLER?
the others where on a vacation with Kaitlyn's sister Leah which she was very annoying.
So I didn't go but my cell phone ranged a pinguino detto "Do te know I'm a dimwit?"
"I'm a dimwit?"i detto and the pinguino detto "You're sure are!" I hanged up angrily and detto "it could be Skipper,Lily,or Rico."
Private's phone ranged successivo a the pinguino detto "Is you're refrigerator running?" "I don't know," detto private. "If it is you'd better catch it!" The voice said.
Private detto angrily "It could be Kowalski,Rico,or Lily" he complained. But as soon as he detto it Skipper ran in. me and Private gasped like if the winkies were going out of business.
"Don't be alarmed I was here the whole entire time,and sorry if I didn't let one of te go instead," He said."But Private all the penguins te detto were wrong,"
WHO WAS THE PRANK CALLER?
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 lontra in the land.she was loved da all she know.at the forbiddin pcik jane had not yet found marlene.it was marlene's 28th bday.the giorno jane's corese was to come true.meanwile tamon was takeing his horse for a storel when he heard marlene's Canto he sing along.
28 YEARS LATER
marlene keeped her name and grow up to be the most bueatifulist lontra in the land.she was loved da all she know.at the forbiddin pcik jane had not yet found marlene.it was marlene's 28th bday.the giorno jane's corese was to come true.meanwile tamon was takeing his horse for a storel when he heard marlene's Canto he sing along.