Plazmatic Penguin: Part II (C3, C4 & C5)

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Welcome to Part II of ‘Plazmatic Penguin’. Last time out, we experienced a rather drunk Kayden, Plazma checking out the Migrator and then blasting into Kayden’s home. This time, we’re going to see lots more. Read on, and enjoy.

Chapter Three

The sun was dipping into the horizon as Plazma woke up. The glare from the sun was burning his face, the heat being intensified as it hit the glass window to Plazma’s right. He winced and looked away, attempting to rub his sore face. His hands were tied behind his back, and as he tugged, the rope rubbed against his skin and sent a nasty pain shooting up his arm. Once again, he winced. He had been pulled into some sort of wicked trick. He looked around him, taking in his surroundings. He had been in several situations like this before, back on Plaztonic. The Plaztonic Protectors had been chasing him as they thought he wasn’t really a Plazmatron*, but a distant species sent to wipe out the Plazmatrons.

*Plazmatron = Inhabitant of Plaztonic.

He seemed to be in a rectangular room, and by the looks and feel of coldness, it was made out of titanium. Light, but strong. Plazma sighed. He leaned forwards slightly, tensing, and felt the wire around his hands loosen. He squirmed out of them and hopped out of the chair. Rubbing his head, he looked around himself once again. There was no door, just the window. Plazma limped towards it, his left foot strangely hurting. He looked out of the window, and was almost blinded. He reeled back, seeing bright yellow spots whenever he blinked. From what he could tell, behind the window was a very bright lightbulb, burning brightly, directly in the window towards the hostage. Plazma examined the glass seperating himself from the light. It was very thick, and there was a hollowed sound when he banged against it.

He looked at the chair, then back at the window. The glass felt too thick to be simply smashed by a chair, even if the chair was made out of steel. Or was it iron? Plazma always got the two mixed up. He picked up the chair anyway, giving it the once over. It felt quite heavy, very chunky, and strong as he was, he struggled to keep it in the air. He put it back down and dragged it towards the window. There was a small titanium ledge just above the window, but too high when stood on the ground. Plazma then realised that the floor was made of concrete, and he had no socks or shoes on, but oddly, the concrete felt warm. Plazma climbed onto the chair and stretched his arms high above his head, trying to reach the ledge. Still, too far.

He jumped a little, and shouted out in pain when he landed. He’d landed awkwardly on his bad foot, and sharp pains were being rocketed up into his thigh and hip. He rubbed the side of his foot, and looked up. Plazma was 6 foot 2 inches, the average Plazmatron size. The people that’d captured him obviously knew he was a Plazmatron, and had planned out this chamber very carefully.

Plazma stopped for a moment, sitting down on the chair, head resting in his hands. His state of meditation helped calm his nerves and soothe his pains, and that was when the obvious hit him in the face. Concrete was only warm when it was being heated up. Plazma felt the concrete again, laying down on it, and jumping straight back up when his tummy began to sizzle. The floor was burning. Plazma knew his plan, but how to accomplish it before the floor collapsed, he did not know. He was in a bad state, bad situation, wrong time, wrong place. He sniffed, and saw the smoke begin to rise through the concrete. He had barely a few minutes left.

Chapter Four

“How’s he doing?”

“Fine. He’s still limping from the surgery. And looks like he’s suffered a bit of memory loss. But he’ll live.”

“Good. So the op worked?”

“It worked. Not how we wanted it to, but it did.”

“But it worked?”

“Yes.” The two men looked down at the struggling man, who was clambering onto the chair, attempting to reach the ledge and failing. He was going to survive, whatever happened, but he’d have to undergo even more surgery if the fire got to him before he worked out the escape route. One of the men stroked his mustache, deep in thought.

“You know what?” The mustache man suddenly asked.

“Mhm?”

“I don’t think he’s gonna realise.”

“You mean, the way out?”

“Yeh, and if the fire catches him, the surgeries will cost us literally millions of dollars.”

“I don’t think we have millions to spare, after Rob let that double agent in and stole our savings.”

“Jack. That was over eight years ago.”

“And we still haven’t got that money back?”

“Nope, still working on it, the detectives are thinking of closing the case. Anyhow, if this guy gets swallowed by the fire, we’ll be down to a few dimes.”

“And that’s not good. Shall we put the speakers on, and stop the fire?”

“Good thinking Batman, never have thought of that.” The mustache guy replied, sarcastically. The guy without the mustache walked to a microphone, poking out of a large stretch of metal machinery, and tapped a button repeatedly until a screen started flashing. He then cleared his throat, and spoke into the microphone.

“Dear Plazmatron, you are obviously too much of an idiot to notice the way out. It’s so simple. Seeing as you’re such a thick skull, we’re going to put out the fire, cool down the concrete and get you out in a few hours. You have 5 hours to think about the last 2 weeks you’ve been sleeping. Enjoy regaining your memories…..” The man finished, with an evil laugh that hadn’t been mastered.

Chapter Five

Kayden hurried to the Pizza Parlour, remembering what his boss had said if he was to ever be late again. ‘If you’re late again, you’re fired!’ The words echoed in his head, drilling him on, yet pulling him back. If he were to turn up to work, he’d be fired, for sure. But if he didn’t, his boss would take legal action for leaving work with no notice. Kayden took a seat in the Forest and shrugged his work bag off. His shoulders ached as the straps rubbed against them, and his hoodie was wearing out and getting thinner. He would’ve bought a new one months ago, but didn’t have enough coins.

Kayden got up and, after picking his bag up, hurried on his way to work. He arrived at the Pizza Parlour at 8:52am, almost an hour late. He had an idea, and instead of going in the back through the staff entrace, he’d go in through the main entrance and sneak into his apron. He pushed open the doors, and was welcomed by the usual smell of burning charcoal and pepperoni. He yawned, looked around him and then went into the Pizzatron 3000 room, brushing the dangling beads away from his head as he walked through the doorway.

He hid behind the huge pizza machine while taking his casual clothes off and putting on his apron and chef’s hat. He then realised that he had to put his clothes in his locker, orelse they’d be thrown out with the trash. His locker was located in the staff room, where the boss would surely be waiting for him. He braced himself, then entered the staff room.

“Oh, Kayden. So you can turn up to work! What a miracle! Quick, get the camera!” The boss said, in a lary voice. Kayden glared at him for a split second, then replied.

“Boss, I’m sorry. This really strange thing happened. A dude burst through my door, with a laser gun! And he knocked me out, and held me hostage in my own home!”

“And you expect me to believe that?”

“Well yeh, considering it’s the truth.” Kayden hung his head in shame. He knew what was coming next.

“I knew I should’ve never hired somebody like you. You’d come fresh from high school, failed most of your exams, had no knowledge of making a pizza, no respect to the paying customers, and I paid you 30 coins per day. Kayden, go home now, and don’t come back. I’ll pay you till friday.”

“But today is friday!” Kayden protested, but knew nothing was going to change his boss’s decision. Kayden was fired. It seemed like his life was over. As he left the Pizza Parlour, he got caught up in a mad rush, a huge mass of people surging through the Plaza. He managed to pull somebody aside, and asked what was going on.

“Captain Rockhopper’s opened his ship! It looks EPIC!” She yelled, before running off into the crowd again. That one sentence sparked a fire in Kayden’s mind. That mad guy had mentioned something about taking the Migrator when it opened. Kayden had to save the Migrator, before that crazy guy had a chance to attack.

Did YOU enjoy part II of Plazmatic Penguin? Will Kayden save the Migrator, and will Plazma escape? What happened in the surgery? Who is the man with the mustache? All will be revealed, in Plazmatic Penguin: Part III.