"Can I listen to my MP3000?" Yukon asked delicately.
Alaska sighed. "Fine," she said. He had been pestering her for days about it.
Yukon set down the backpacks with a large thunk that echoed through the silver hall.
"Quiet!" Alaska whispered forcefully. "Don't do that again!"
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"OK!" said Yukon, perhaps a bit too loud. He wasn't listening. He was too busy thinking about the smooth beats that awaited him. He popped the earbuds in his ear and followed Alaska.
Alaska rolled her eyes. Her partner was quite a unique one.
Alaska continued forward. She gocked at the architecture. She gaped at the scrawlings on the wall. She felt something wrap around her foot.
You see, this palace had a small bridge going from the entrance to the back wall. On the two sides of the bridge, there was nothing but darkness....and probably a one hundred foot drop.
Something had heard Yukon's backpack faux pas from the bottom of one side of the darkness. It had thought of it as probably nothing - maybe the wind blowing into something. Then it had heard Yukon's voice (the one that had perhaps been too loud apparently was indeed too noisy). At this point it reached out its tentacle. It had found Alaska.
"Yukon!" Alaska whispered urgently. "Yukon!" She flapped her hands at him, hoping he would see the movement out of the corner of his eye, seeing that he was turned slightly from her.
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| Source: Club Penguin Wikia |
That was a mistake. The thing felt the movements and knew instantly that what he had in his grasp was living. Fresh meat was his! All he had to do was render the meal unconscious. Child's play.
"Wow!!!" Alaska yelled as the arm started to whip her around. She dropped her lasso. She left all quietness behind. "Yukon!!!!"
She screamed and screamed and screamed some more, just for good measure.
Yukon was lost to the world. His only purpose in life was feeling the slick wall and listening to his music.
Alaska began to sweat as she thrashed around, trying to escape the monster's grasp. The monster's hand soon became slick, meaning she slipped out.
She screamed one last scream as she fell into the void. The blackness engulfed her until the light let in from the windows above was only a speck.
And then everything ended...
She woke up. She was under some warm blankets. She was very tired. She was very stiff. She was very confused.
"Hello, dear." said Sir, who stood above her.
"Hello....professor?" said Alaska, still in a daze.
"Yes, yes, it's me," Sir replied. "But enough with the pleasantries. You know why I'm here."
"No, Sir. I really don't," Alaska said, looking around. She was in a very plain white hospital room. There were some chairs and a dresser. There was her bed. There was the door. There was Sir. The end.
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"You fell several hundred feet and survived!" Sir said, breaking from his usual monotone voice. "Yukon, the dear chap, discovered you were missing after a romp through the playlist on his....3000 device. He called us and we found you several hours later, floating in some goo-sweat from the undiscovered being we sent you to find! Jolly good job!"
Everything flooded back to her. She felt anger.
Sir continued. "You broke a few bones and got some other impairments, but I can assure you that you'll make a full recovery. Then, you'll be able to come back into the field with the Yukon fellow. He shows remarkable progress from your mentoring."
Alaska gritted her beak, showing hatred in her voice. "No. I can not work with that ignorant, inexperienced fool."
Sir came back to his usual tone. Before he left, he said one last thing. "I understand.....I will respect your wishes."
He didn't.
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Alaska woke with a start. She had just dreamed about the moments that had changed her partnership. The moments that had haunted her throughout this entire trip.
She looked at Yukon, who had once again stitched a blanket and pillow together for her. He sat there, watching the landscape, like a guard dog in front of her. His back faced her.
A year of physical therapy was required in order to get her back in the field. Two years before everything was back to normal. Could she forgive him? It was a thought that ate at her until she once again drifted off to sleep.
To Be Continued
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