Put this on fanfiction, on Deviantart...
So I want it here too. c:
But I think it's kind of bad.
And the reason why he killed Manfredi and Johnson is stupid.

Written por me
Translated por my sister
diseño about Manfredi and Johnson por LittleEliot


„Skipper please ransom us…" dicho Manfredi afflicted. The chiefpenguin just starred with a shocked face at his two teamcollegues. Should he really give them the death blow? It would be better for both, they didn´t look like someone could save them. But he couldn´t…He couldn´t kill his team collegues!
Why did that dansk snake do that?! He trusted the puffin. He was a part of this team, he belonged to the family.
But now he changed his position and hurted Manfredi and Johnson very bad…too bad… Where did this sudden-change came from?
With shivering moves he walked to both penguins till he stood right in front of them. Johnson weakly smiled and dicho to Skipper „forgive me…" he coughed out a lot of blood „please forgive me that I sometimes was so unbearable…"
Skipper went on his knees now, sat siguiente to both to apoyo up them a little bit. „Johnson, no", noticed Skipper with a sad mood. He couldn´t held back a few tears anymore. „I am the worst man of us two. In addiction I failed as the chiefpenguin. I wasn´t able to seguro you…"
„Skipper! tu are a great chiefpenguin and tu know that!" noticed Manfredi angry, which was a big mistake. He closed his eyes „gngh…"
That excitement wasn´t good for him. „We have been too careless. tu teached us always to be alert. We weren´t…" Manfredi sighed quitly. The chinstrap pingüino, pingüino de remembered how Hans attacked them…

„You do not have another choice… tu have to kill them", dicho a cold voice. It was also a puffin. Hans growled. He didn´t like the situation. „give me one reason why I should kill my friend", he dicho angry. He couldn´t move. His flippers and legs were chained. „You know that ordenary tu are working for us. tu just betrayed us. It was a mistake that tu were in this team" noticed the amargo, amargos sound of the voice.
„My suggestion is: kill them and then tu can go out of here. And if tu don´t kill them… we have rougher methods, tu know that exactly", smiled the frailecillo, puffin evil.
The younger frailecillo, puffin was starring at him. He was right. He knew that these guys doen´t treat tu softly. He had to do it. He had to kill Manfredi and Johnson.
„And… Skipper stays well?", Hans asked fearly. Why they wanted to kill Manfredi and Johnson was still a mistery for him. A headnoding confirmed his question. „How… how should I kill them?" The head of the dansk mainbase looked at him. „How?", he had to laugh. „Normally it would be up to tu but if tu ask like that…", with this words he pushed a button and the chains were getting off. „There tu are", he gave a butcher cuchillo in the flippers of the younger puffin.
Hans starred at the cuchillo in his fins and had to swallow. Skipper would hate him… „i will be talking through the walkie talkie, as soon as I killed them", he promised and was gone.
Full of thoughts, the atlantic frailecillo, puffin walked through Kopenhagen, not noticing anything.
The moment was filled too much with sadness. He could just hope, that it would go over fast. The dansk shaked his head. Mourning and making allegations, he could do later. He had to be strong now!

He was waiting around the corner as he heard a known voice. Manfredi and Johnson. The frailecillo, puffin looked around. Where was Skipper?
But it was better this way. Maybe the chiefpenguin will find them both dead. And he? He would probably run away. But obviously his chiefpenguin would find him also.
„Hans" a friendly voice dicho and took the frailecillo, puffin out of his thoughts. „Where have tu been? Skipper is searching for tu and…" The chinstrap pingüino, pingüino de couldn´t finish talking, because Hans pushed his cuchillo in stomache. Always a little bit deeper inside. „Hans, what…", asked the pingüino, pingüino de with a painfull voice.

The frailecillo, puffin was quiet and pulled out the cuchillo slowly but safety out of his stomache, while Manfredi went down to earth. He watched the blood coming out of the chinstrap penguin´s stomache and looked at his bloody knife. Manfredis blood…. Again he looked to Manfredi and moved towards him. He placed the knifepeak near his heart. „I will make it fast for you, my friend…", he whispered. But before he could do anything, Johnshon pushed him away. Hans closed his eyes. „Johnson, tu could have been rest a little longer in tu shok rigid. That would have made everything a little easier."

Hans stood up again and took the butcherknife in his fins. „What did suddenly happen to you, Hans?", Johnson asked angry. The dansk smiled shortly. „…You have to know… there are are things, that tu wouldn´t understand." He ran towards Johnson with the cuchillo in the flippers, but he avoided successfully. He didn´t thought about Manfredi this time, because he layed on the bottom very weakly.


„Well, tu didn´t give me that easy, what?" grinned the dansk at the yellow-eyed penguin. Johnson was now covered in blood on the floor. He was worse off than Manfredi, who had participated in the struggle from time to time and even got hard injuries.
The frailecillo, puffin looked first to Manfredi and then to Johnson. The fin of the yellow-eyed pingüino, pingüino de got very bruised. It depended on a piece… If the pingüino, pingüino de would continue living, tu would probably have to take off the fin.

"Forgive me, brothers", smiled the frailecillo, puffin sadly. "I wish it would not have come so far. Now please keep quiet and let tu redeem."

With the butcher cuchillo in the fins now he leaned down to Johnson and also wanted to stab… He felt something on his leg caught. "Fredi", he sighed.

"I wanted to make this quick and painless for you. But when you… huh?" What did the chinstrap pingüino, pingüino de there? Why did he embrace him? For this moment he couldn´t move.
"What´s wrong with you, Hans? Why are tu doing that? I thought we were friends. We are brothers. We are like a family. Even one of us is no penguin, but a puffin…" Hans starred at his little brother stunned. "Heh…", the frailecillo, puffin began to smile. Now he pricked the cuchillo in Manfredis heart. " Don´t embrace nobody, if he´s holding a cuchillo in his hands?", grinned Hans. His coldness and his grinning were just there to hide his sadness. "I think no…" He watched as Manfredi fell back on the ground. Now he would finish it. Both were already weak enough. They should not suffer anymore. He went straight to Manfredi… Just to get pushed aside. He let the sword fell down. "nnngh…", he was getting pushed very hard and just rubbed his painfull head. "Skipper…", he noticed very surprised. Why now?! He hoped that his head pingüino, pingüino de would stay away a little bit longer…
"There´s just one moment to look at tu and tu judge a bloodbath? I want answers, right now!", tu could see, that the head pingüino, pingüino de was really angry. He didn´t expect something like that from the puffin.

The dansk looked around insecure. "I´m sorry, Skipper", he began, "but I already told it Manfredi and Johnson. I can´t tell tu the reason." He looked again to Manfredi and Johnson. Both will die in a little time. "Goodbye, my friends!"

Without Skipper could prevent something he sprung away. He had to go from here… Normally the head pingüino, pingüino de would run after the dansk but he got stopped from Manfredi. "Skipper…no.", babbled the chinstrap pingüino, pingüino de quitly. "Please stay with us, at our last minutes…" The head pingüino, pingüino de looked to Manfredi shocked. "Last minutes? Manfredi, what are tu talking? tu wouldn´t die! I will save you. I won´t admit…" Johnson shook his head very weakly. "We lost too much blood. Our hearts were hit and other organs aggrieved." Johnson choked out blood and looked to Manfredi. He nodded weakly. "You have to do a favour for us… The knife… please ransom us, Skipper…"

"Don´t hate him", sighed the naïve pingüino, pingüino de quiet. "I don´t know why he did that. But my feeling says to me, that it was not his fault. He doesn´t seemed happy with the situation and…"
"Not happy?", Skipper broke in angry. "Did tu look at your injuries? I guess that dansk snake is happy! Almost overhappy , yes! He deceived us and I realised too late, that he played on the wrong side. This….." He stopped talking as he saw Manfredis imploring look and let out a sigh. He could become exasperated with the atlantic frailecillo, puffin later. That should not happen in front of them both. They seemed to hang still on their comrade.
He looked shocked how Manfredi and Johnson started to cough and spit blood. "This pain…", Manfredi whined. "Please Skipper. Bring it to the end. I don´t know how long it rests, but I think I am speaking for both, if I am saying, that we don´t want to be exposed to the torments any longer.

Again the youngest pingüino, pingüino de coughed out a blood gush and Johnson started talking. "We know, that this won´t be easy for you. But we will be thankful for that. Thankful, that tu are the one, who ransomed us from the torments. Our best head pingüino, pingüino de which we could wish", smiled the yellow-eyed pingüino, pingüino de weakly.

Skipper looked at them both silently. Why did it come so far? Why did Hans do that to them? He would never get an answer on this question…
He layed down both of them carefully and stood up. He noticed drops. So it began to rain. He stopped in front of the cuchillo and looked at it. His first murder… and also his last. He always had the attachment not to kill somebody. Even his worst enemy he wouldn´t kill. That he just had to kill his own family hurted him very bad. The head pingüino, pingüino de picked up the cuchillo and turned to his brothers. Once again he went to them and stopped in front of Johnson. He bent slowly adelante, hacia adelante and placed the knifepoint at his heart. Tears were rolling down his cheek. "Damned…!" He looked up again. His face was full of tears.

"Even when the headquarter allots me a new team… I will never forget you!", he dicho snivelling. Manfredi and Johnson smiled. "Of course no…As if tu would forget us", both were laughing weakly, "so much things we messed up." Skipper smiled weakly. "Bye bye, loved brothers!"
The head pingüino, pingüino de raised the cuchillo again to prick faster. Johnson closed his eyes and a smile built on his beak. While the prick he jerked for a moment. Now it was Manfredis turn…

He did it. He killed them both. The pingüino, pingüino de starred with big eyes at the dead bodies of his both team members. A desperate scream clung trough Copenhagen…

While this scream the frailecillo, puffin kept his earholes shut. He was hiding the whole time in front of them and watched everything. The torments of Manfredi and Johnson, how Skipper had to suffer… just everything!
It just broke his heart. Sightly he took his Walkie Talkie. "Hans to the head quarter, the both penguins are done." After he dicho this words he threw away the Walkie Talkie angry. He would not return to the dansk headquarter. He went out of his ambush. He just want to go away. The frailecillo, puffin took a short look back to Skipper. "The siguiente time we´ll see each other, we will be enemies. But for me, tu will always stay my friend… my frienemy…"
He wiped away the little tears and disappears.

But if he really could oso, oso de down these tears…?