The Rebel’s Revenge- Part III

Here it is, the next two chapters of “The Rebel’s Revenge.” This is around the time that everything will start to unfold. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 5: A Press Meeting

Blue1 fiddled with his pen as he sat impatiently at his chair in the meeting room. Surrounding them were four glass walls, the one behind him with the CPAC logo on it. Blue2 and Funks walked in and Blue1 nodded, greeting them. Blue1 looked down the table at the surrounding reporters. To his left sat Tomato and Mchappy, and on the other side sat CPAC’s many other reporters. Blue2 and Funks took their seats to Blue1’s right.

 “Evening CPAC.” As Funks said that, Blue1 realized how late it was.

A chorus of greetings filled the room.

Blue1 noticed Shaboomboom had entered and was leaning on the wall near the door. Blue2 beckoned for him to sit, and Shab sat in the empty seat between Blue1 and Mchappy. Blue1’s mind was wandering that night, and the many discombobulated thoughts circling in his mind blocked out whatever the heck Funks was saying. A loud bang returned him to the room. After realizing it wasn’t Blue2’s fist, Blue1 looked around to see that the rest of CPAC was just as confused as he was.

“Blue” Blue2 rose, addressing him. “Since your mind seems to be wandering from this meeting, and you seem to have no interest in being here, how about you go and check out that noise.

Blue1 rose, and ignored a certain reporter’s snickering as he walked quickly out the door. He entered the elevator and pressed the button for the main floor. The door opened, and just as before, a lot happened at once.

Blue1 saw Sergie outside the elevator, with a look of sadness or maybe hate, Blue1 couldn’t tell, and with a single shot, Blue1 was on the ground, his blood covering the gold walls of the elevator. Two other penguins stepped in with Sergie as they rode up to the top floor.

Blue2 was beginning to wonder where Blue1 was. I hope he hasn’t gotten himself into any trouble, he thought, but that worry soon faded as a million glass shards came hurtling at him as Sergie, Commando, and Abercrombie entered the room. Mchappy and Shab drew guns.

“Get down!” Shab shouted, and Funks and Blue2, much to their displeasure, hid under the meeting table.

The other reporters ran for the door, some were shot, and some escaped unharmed. Only Shab and Mchappy stayed behind to protect Blue2 and Funks.

“Wow.” Funks said to Blue2. “They really care, the rest of ‘em.”

“This isn’t the time for sarcasm Funks, now shut up.”

Blue2’s eyes widened as Mchappy came hurtling to the ground, and Shab came down soon after.

“Where are you two!” Commando’s voice roared, kicking over chairs. He grabbed Blue2 by the neck as Aber handcuffed Funks. A punch flew, and Blue2 was sent flying into the table, knocked out.

“That’s for last year.” Commando told him, smirking, as Blue2 was handcuffed also.

The elevator had been destroyed, so they went down by the stairs with Blue2 and Funks, the two most powerful people in the entire army world.

And the two of them being taken away was the last thing Blue1 saw through the elevator door before he went blank once again.

Chapter 6: Stepping Up

“Ah, Splashy.”

“You know this isn’t a popular decision, Blue. I was simply your Secondary Head on CPASC, I’ve never even worked for CPAC-”

“Splashy. Look at the facts. Mchappy and Shab, my two other choices, are either dead or unconscious.”

“What about Tomato?”

Blue1 shot him a look, and suddenly the two of them broke out into laughter.

“Wow.”

“What?”

“That’s the first time I’ve laughed since yesterday, the attack.” Blue1 finally turned to face him fully.

“Well, it looks like things are already getting better.”

“For now.” Blue1 said. “But this isn’t going to be easy. I never expected I would be thrust into Head of CPAC so suddenly.

“Mhm,” Splashy nodded.

“Well, come on. There’s a crowd out there.”

Blue1 and Splashy went quickly out of the CPAC building to face a giant crowd.

“Are you kidding me?” Came Person’s furious cries. “CPAC’s too cheap to even let their Heads address the issue.”

“Head.” Blue1 corrected. “I am your new head.”

Gasps echoed through the crowd.

“This attack didn’t neglect a motive. Funks and Blue2 have been taken prisoner by some kind of RPF/UMA alliance. In light of this, the RPF and UMA will no longer be recognized in any CPAC-Related news, tournaments, or the Top Ten.”

“That’s preposterous!” Batista shouted. “The UMA had no involvement in this!”

“If the UMA had no involvement in this, then Abercrombie would not have been one of the three penguins who attacked us. Now, if you would kindly shut up, Batista, I would gladly appreciate it.”

Batista shot Blue1 a look and sat back down.

“Now, after careful consideration, I have chosen my Secondary Head, a penguin I have worked with for a very long time in CPASC, and whom I trust greatly to help run this site. I introduce to you Splashy, CPASC Secondary Head, and now CPAC Secondary Head.”

After a round of applause, and a fair share of booing, Splashy took the podium. The look he gave Blue1 said everything.

I told you this wasn’t going to be a good idea.

“Hello, all. As Blue1 noted, I am CPAC’s new Secondary Head, Splashy. I know that myself being appointed in this position may not have been the most popular choice, but I promise you that Blue1 made a good one. I will not let you down; I will help Blue1 to continue to run CPAC well, even in this time of crisis. Thank you.”

I hope, Splashy, I hope we can, Blue1 thought as he and his colleague stepped down from the podium.

“Splashy?” Blue1 began. They were in the Head Office of CPAC, now Blue1’s, discussing what was to come.

“You know this is no CPASC, not by a long shot. This is practically the governing force of armies.”

“I know, Blue. I know.”

“And…. you’re getting thrust into this, I know. But you were thrust into CPASC Secondary Head too, and look how you managed: just fine. I trust you, Splashy. But I just want to warn you of what’s to come. It’s not going to be easy.”

“I know.”

“I hope you do. You can head home.”

Splashy stood up, and walked toward the door. He turned to face Blue1.

“You heading home?”

“I will soon. Night, Splashy.”

“Night.” Splashy closed the door.

Blue1 leaned back into his chair. It was times like his when he just wanted to hide, and never come back. Never show his face again. But that was exactly the opposite of what Blue1 knew he had to do. He was going to, no doubt, have to lead the entire army community through this crisis. And that, he knew, would be no easy task. Blue1 fell asleep in his chair that night, and never ended up heading home.

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So, what do YOU think? How will Blue1 and Splashy be at running CPAC? Will Blue2 be freed because the RPF like his dancing skills so much? Comment with YOUR opinion!

~Sιя.Bℓυєsσ¢кωa.тнє.1sт, CPASC Head of Site, CPA Central Secondary Head of Site