Bluey the Kid (Part 3)

Continued from Bluey the Kid (Part 2)

“Woah! I can’t believe you did that!” exclaimed Siendeg to Blue. Blue just sat there, smiling weakly, on his desk. They were in their classroom, in school, waiting for their teacher to arrive. Blue had just told Siendeg what he did to his parents the night before.
“Well,” said Blue, “I’ve learned a lesson in all this. Never let some psycho grown ups egt the better of you.”
“What about the lesson of controling your emotions?” Siendeg asked.
“Yeah yeah, that too. I’ll work on that as soon as I’ve got the attention span to do so.”
The two friends laughed. Suddenly, Mr. Flatfoot waddled into the classroom, looking very stern.
“Settle down, settle down,” he was saying, waving his arms as if he was leading an orchestra. Blue pointed this out to Siendeg, to which Siendeg laughed loudly at. Mr. Flatfoot grimaced at them, before resuming to teaching the lesson.
“Now class, today we will be learning-” he was cut off by a boy named Mel, who raised his flipper and called, “Sir?”
Mr. Flatfoot closed his eyes and whispered something the class could not hear. Then he said “Yes, Mel?”
“Have you read in the Penguin Times about a penguin being murdered? The latest issue? There was something in it about some grown up penguin being murdered, and his wife dying for some unknown reason?” Blue’s blood suddenly turned chilly. But this was noticed by nobody.
“Murder, what murder??” Mr. Flatfoot exclaimed. Mel threw a newspaper at Mr. Flatfoot for him to read.

When Mr. Flatfoot had read the newspaper, he put it down and looked straight at Blue, with the same murderous stare Blue’s father had given Blue when he lunged for him.
“The two people in this newspaper look a LOT like your parents, Blue,” he said. Blue said nothing. He just looked at his teacher, terrified.
“Tell me. Why are your parents recorded in this newspaper as being murdered, and you clearly are not showing any sadness?”
Blue suddenly gained the same courage he had when he faced his mother and father. So at the top of his lungs, Blue yelled, “I killed them! Alright?! I killed my own parents! And I’m not sad at all! They deserved what they got! The stupid ugly gits! I wanted them off my back! And now they are! For good!” Then he spat on the ground.
The whole class was stunned. Siendeg looked at Blue, astonished that he said all this in front of his teacher. A girl nicknamed Dance looked shocked and crestfallen; she and Blue had been quite good friends, but the look she was giving him showed something like her never meeting Blue before in her life. Mel looked just as shocked as Dance. And a boy named Pat, the class rocker, stared blankly at Blue. It was impossible to tell what he was feeling at that moment.
Something in Mr. Flatfoot seemed to have snapped. Because at that moment, Mr. Flatfoot let out a huge roar and lunged at Blue with the same murderous glare Nluvk gave Blue before his murder. Blue has having the same emotions he had on that day too. So as soon as Mr. Flatfoot lunged at him, Blue grabbed a pencil and pointed it upwards on his desk. As soon as Mr. Flatfoot fell on the desk, the pencil got stabbed into his throat. Mr. Flatfoot slid backwards off the desk, his chest streaming with blood.
The class screamed. The classroom doors burst open, and teachers and PSA agents came running through the door. They saw Mr. Flatfoots lifeless body on the floor, right in front of Blues desk.
Before the agents could do anything, Blue jumped out of his chair, grabbed his bag filled with running away equipment, and ran towards the open window.
“Siendeg! Come on!” called Blue, at the window.
“Stop him!” yelled a red agent with a Jet Pack. But Blue and Seindeg had already ran for it, PSA agents chasing them. Blue and Seindeg ran to the Beach, into the Lighthouse and up to the Beacon.
“Oh no!” cried Seindeg, horrified, “We’re trapped!” PSA agents were running up the Lighthouse stairs.
Blue looked around with panicing eyes, and saw two jet packs lying on the entrance to the Jet Pack adventure game.
“Let’s take those two jet packs! Quick!” he called, as the PSA agents finally got up the stairs. Blue and Seindeg threw themselves onto the metal take off point. The put on the jet packs, as the PSA agents started running towards them. They pressed the buttons and they took off.
Unfortunately, one PSA agent got hold of Blue’s foot as they took off.As they flew off, Blue was trying to shake the PSA agent off his foot. At last, Blue punched the agent in the beak. He let out a terrible scream and let go.
He fell about 20 ft, then he finally landed, head first, on the black stones at the edge of the beach with such a strong force that his body splated into loads of pieces, blood and penguin flesh and bones flying everywhere.
“Oh great!” Blue moaned as they flew over the seas, “Another murder by me! Four deaths in two days! Three of them were murders by me! And two of those three happened in the same hour! That must be a record!”
Seindeg laughed, then so did Blue, as they flew off into the horizon, out in the deep seas.

To be continued…

Jet Pack guy Gasped. This was just too much for him. He had only just joined the PSA, and already he had witnessed two murders. He felt sick. Gary stood next to him. They were looking up, into the sky, watching two penguins, with jet packs, flying off into the distance.

“Thats it.” Sighed Gary “Call for that new agent. I think he might be needed.”

Jet Pack Guy pulled his spy phone out of his pocket. He pressed a button, and spoke slowly into it.

“This is Jet Pack Guy calling Trainee Agent S. You are needed.!