"There's something else you should probably see." Celeste sighed. Great, there's more! Just when Private thought it was hard, it had a chance of being worse. Truly, Private didn't want to ask his seguinte question. Once again he would have to.
"What is it?" Private asked in a whisper. "Is it about your powers?"
She nodded. "It has something to do with them. In order to show you it, I need to use them." Private buried his face into her feathers, as he fluffed them with his fins gently. "Also, you need to remember that none of this I'm going to show you is real." She breathed.
"But then how are you-" Private was interrupted por her. "Just close your eyes, and relax. Remember, I'll never leave you alone." She promised, and got out of his arms. The magnificent creature circled around.
The seguinte thing Private knew, she was right seguinte to him. She took his fin tenderly. He took a nervous breath, and closed his eyes.
"I'm not going to hurt anyone, Private!" She explained.
"Why do you want me to close my eyes? I can't see!" He whined. With soft flippers, she held his face which caused him to open his eyes to stare into her's. They were like purple gems.
"This is something you want to see!" She cried.
"What?!" Private shouted.
Then, like hitting a brick wall. Her grip turned tight. She tugged him closer. He gasped. Her eyes flashed green. "Celeste! What are you-" Private yelled. All of sudden, everything became black.
He opened his eyes, and rubbed them. His surroundings were recognizable. Tall, red-brick walls stood all over. The gray pavement ground beneath was covered with a shadow. But the shadow wasn't the one he was expecting.
He waddled alone in the zoo, under the twilight. He had no idea where he was going. That's because he wasn't controlling himself. It was if… he was in some one's body-or place. No matter how hard he tried to fight it, he failed miserably.
He screamed for Celeste, but no sound came out.
Private gave up the fight, and went along with the strong force. He was leaving the zoo alone, but why?!
Out of nowhere, he heard a screech. It was one he'd heard before. He knew it all too well. "Could this really be hap-?!" He thought, but before he finished, he turned around.
mais screams filled the air, as he raced to the HQ. He was pelted with scream after scream. He named his friends in his head, when they screamed. "Rico. Kowalski. What about Skipper?!"
He hopped over the black fence with pleasantly suprising ease. Like it was no sweat, he landed hard perfectly on his feet. That wasn't like him at all.
When he saw the fishbowl flipped over, he knew something was wrong. He leaped inside to find one the worst-possibly the worst sights in his life.
Kowalski laid on the ground in front of him, screaming. Blood flouded from his beak. But worst of all, his eyes were completely gone. He became still-too still.
He screamed, as tears streamed down his cheeks and he looked around. Rico was mauled on the floor. Squishy red lengthy object overflowed from his body.
Then, once again, Private heard himself scream. He turned his head to witness himself getting devoured por a black beast. He kicked and screamed. The beast turned to face Private.
It was a penguin-like creature. Its feathers were ruffled, and its beak was sodden in Private's blood.
But his focus was forced to the dying image of himself. Paying no attention to the lethal predator, he pushed past it to Private.
He scooped the youngest soldier up into his fins. "Private! Private! Speak to me!" He begged, but the voice that was forced out wasn't his. It was Skipper's.
"Why did you have to go, Skippah?" Private gasped, as the light faded from his eyes.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!" Skipper sobbed, as Private watched himself die. How long would he remain in Skipper's body? All of a sudden, everything was black again.
When he opened his eyes, he was back. She wrapped her flippers around him tightly without wasting a second. "I amor you!" She cried, as tears gleamed in her eyes.
"What was that?!" Private exclaimed.
"You wanted to see Skipper's worst fear. There it was-in his nightmare last night." She said quietly.
He turned to her. "What do you mean?"
"His worst fear is losing his team-his friends-his family. He's not afraid to die for any of you." She said in a hushed-tone. "And I almost took that away from you."
"Celeste, I-." Private started.
"No, these powers-they're a curse-each one." She pursed her beak. Private took her flipper.
"Curses can be changed into blessings. It just depends how you look at them, and how you use them." She cautiously lifted her head to reveal her eyes-her golden eyes. She smiled, and he leaned in. They kissed passionately for what seemed like a untarnished lifetime.
"Private, breakfast!" Skipper called.
"We better go." Private broke off, breathing heavy.
"Maybe, I can make a… segundo impression." Celeste laughed.
"Do you think you can handle it?"
"I'm not hungry, but sure."