Hi. Remember me? Erebos? Thanks to Homestead, my fics were knocked
off of my site. I thought this might be an easy solution.
Want some disclaimers? All the Disney stuff doesn't belong to me.
This fic is rated PG-13 for violence and launguage. If any one thinks I should
bump it up to R, let me know. Thanks.
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The hot sun beat down on the roof of the small hospital. Dry blades of brown grass moved ever so slightly
form the light breeze that whistled through the Japanese valley every once in a while. The summer had
been a particularly brutal one. And not just from the heat.
The doctor's skilled hands glided the needle neatly back and forth. He gently ran the stitches
threw the wound on his patient. The flesh twitched in pain every so often. His patient had asked for no
anesthesia. The doctor leaned over the table, his work complete. He slipped the needle threw the thread
and cut off the remaining end. As he washed off his tools he spoke cautiously to his patient.
"It should only be about a week until those are ready to come out. It was a horrid wound, but if
you ever want, I'm sure some re constructive work could be done. Not around here though, you'd have to
go to the main land, or America. Until the week is up, I'd feel better if you'd let me give you something
for the pain." The young lady on the table lifted herself to a sitting position.
"There's nothing to take for the pain..." She muttered in a low voice. "And I'm already planing a
trip to the states."
"When are you leaving?" The doctor asked, turning away from his tools. The girl spoke softly.
"Tomorrow." The doctor looked at her for a moment in surprise.
"You should wait at least week until I can remove those stitches." He said.
"I can remove them my self!" She snapped. The doctor rinsed his hands off and stood next to
the girl. He sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I know you're in a lot of pain right now." He looked her in the face. "You're not going there for
surgery, are you?" She sat in silence. The doctor let out a heavy sigh. "You hurt right now, I can
understand that. You've suffered a lot. But embarking on a fools quest isn't going to help. I can
understand how hurt you are, but it won't help to..." He was cut short as the girl let out a deafening
scream of rage.
"NO ONE CAN POSSIBLY KNOW HOW I FEEL!!!" She jumped down from the table and
faced the doctor, her teeth bared and muscles tense. "No one understands the hell I've been through! NO
ONE! I don't have much of a life left, but what's left is still mine! Don't you dare tell me what to do with
it!" The doctor removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
"Ok, it is your decision." He nodded his head toward a small bundle on the counter. "I had that
made for you, take it if you want. There's a mirror in the corner if you want to use it." He placed his
glasses back on his face and left the room. Once he was in the hall, he opened the door and called back
in. "What ever happens, what ever you decide, know this. Love and pain can be felt forever, but hatred
lasts only as long as it's vessel can sustain it." The girl turned her back and nodded. "Keep yourself
save." He said, and left the room.
The girl walked over to the counter and picked up the patch the doctor had left. It was made of
black satin, hard plastic and a thin black cord. She slowly made her way to the full length mirror in the
corner. She stared angrily at the figure that faced her. Her long black hair was ragged, ripped and
unwashed. There were freshly treated gashes and scratches all over her once sleek black fur. There was a
small nick in one of her ears. But the one thing the cat stared at was her face. People used to find
happiness there, but it had now been twisted in hatred. She let out a long exhausted sigh. She had to
leave soon. Looking in the mirror one last time, she placed the patch over the thick, stitched scar, where
her right eye had once been.
The young man in the ski mask grinned wickedly at the clerk behind the counter. A sneer formed over
his bill. He was thoroughly enjoying the power trip. He pointed the gun at the clerk's face and threatened
him.
"Unless you feel the need to be killed," He smirked. "I suggest you hand over the cash and keep
your mouth shut!" He threw a bag at the trembling mass behind the counter. "Move it!" He screamed.
The clerk fumbled with the registrar for a moment before it opened. He tried desperately to make his
shaking hands cooperate. He had nearly emptied the cash drawer when the thief grabbed it. "That's good
enough! Now lie on the ground and count to 300!" The clerk hit the floor and croaked out numbers
between frightened sobs. The thief sneered and headed for the door. "This is too easy!" He thought to
him self. He was stopped at the door by a blinding cloud of thick purple smoke.
"I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the security camera, that watches your every move!"
The young man gasped in shock at the sound of the booming voice. He dropped his gun and sack and hit
his knees as he watched the capped figure emerge from the swirling smoke. "I am Darkwing Duck!" The
masked duck drew his gas gun from it's holster in his jacket. "Don't you street punks ever learn?"
The terrified criminal dropped his head to the floor and put his hands over his head. Tears fell
from his eyes and be began to cry. Darkwing rolled his eyes.
"How pathetic can you get?" He drew out a pair of hand cuffs and snapped them around the
thief's hands. He picked up the gun and unloaded it, he tossed the sack over the counter to the clerk who
had drawn himself back up. "Sorry for the trouble sir! Have a nice night!" With that, Darkwing, and the
thief disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke. The clerk looked at the sack and shook his head.
"I gotta get on an earlier shift..."
The Rat Catcher reached the top level of the tower on the Audobon Bay Bridge. Darkwing got of
the motorcycle and stretched. He raised his hand to his bill to stifle a yawn.
"Man, for such a slow night, I'm beat." He walked over to the Thunder Quack where his friend
Launchpad was making some final adjustments with the engine.
"Must be the boredom setting in." Launchpad said, his words echoed against the steel insides of
the plane where he had buried his head. Darkwing stifled another yawn.
"Probably." He said in a sleepy voice. "You almost done here?" Launchpad pulled his head out
and wiped his hands off on a rag.
"Almost. Just a few more touch ups."
"Mind if I go on home?" Darkwing asked, his eye lids were falling.
"Sure, go ahead. I'll only be a few minuets longer."
"Thanks." Darkwing headed over to the revolving chairs. In a whirl he was at home. He made
his way up the stares to his room. He barely had the energy to change into his boxers before he fell asleep
on top of his sheets.
Sun light streaked in through the window, flowing across the bed. Drake rolled over and opened
his eyes. He starred at his alarm clock for a few minuets before the blurry light formed legible numbers.
"One O' clock! If feels like the crack of dawn." He mumbled something under his breath and
rolled out of bed. After splashing his face with cold water, he threw on his robe and headed down stairs.
His daughter Gosalyn was watching a football game on T.V. "Your team winning?" Drake asked as he
made his way into the kitchen for coffee.
"They're ahead by a touch down." She answered. "Should make for an interesting forth quarter."
Drake poured himself a cup of black coffee and went back to the living room. He leaned against the back
of the couch, watching the players run into each other. Gosalyn continued talking, her eyes still glued to
the set. "Morgana called this morning." Drake chuckled into his mug. The woman could transport
herself at will. For the life of him he'd never understand why she bothered using a phone.
"What time?" He asked.
"Early. She said she wanted to catch you before you went to bed." Drake looked concerned.
"Did it sound important?" He asked. Gosalyn shrugged.
"What's important sound like?" Drake smiled and patted her head.
"I'd better go see what it is." He finished his coffee, took a quick shower, and headed to the
revolving chairs. Within minuets he was back at the tower and changing into one of his spare costumes.
He put his helmet on and headed out on the Rat Catcher.
The door to McCawber Manor swung open automatically. Darkwing stood in the door way with
his arm still raised and poised to knock. "Forgot about that." He thought rolling his eyes. He stepped in
and listened to the door close behind him. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark.
"Hello?" The sound of his voice echoed down the corridors.
"In here, Dark." A soft voice called from the parlor. Darkwing stood under the arched entryway
to the dimly lit room. He starred at Morgana, who was sitting on the couch. Her legs propped up beside
her. Her head was resting on her arm. Her long black hair draped its self over her shoulders, nearly
disappearing from sight as it cascaded over her shoulders onto the black velvet dress she wore. Darkwing
gazed at her, smiling.
"Oh God, have I ever missed you..." He said and made his way to the couch. Morgana started to
get up, but he motioned her to stay seated. He bent down on one knee in front of the couch. He slid one
arm around her waist and glided the other down her spine. She leaned toward him and kissed him gently
on the mouth. After awhile, Darkwing pulled away and ran his lips down to the nape of her neck. He
kissed her neck, letting her perfume cloud his mind. He had always said it was as sweet and intoxicating
as any wine. He spoke softly, murmuring his words into her delicate, warm feathers.
"How long has it been since we've seen each other?" He asked. Morgana sighed and leaned back.
Closing her eyes, she tried to think.
"A month at least..." She whispered. Darkwing groaned softly.
"Have I been that busy?" He muttered. Morgana smiled.
"You tell me, Darkwing." She put her hands over his and pulled him onto the couch next to her.
She put a hand under his chin and lifted his face to meet hers. "What has the masked crusader been up to
all this time?" He grinned devilishly and draped his arms around her shoulders.
"The usual, dashing about, being heroic, saving the day, etc. etc."
"And as humble as ever." Morgana smiled. She ran a hand absently up and down his arm.
"Interesting to see you out in the day light." She said. "Usually don't see you until the sun goes down."
He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.
"Gosalyn told me you called this morning. Something up?" Morgana's eyes widened. In the
moment she had forgotten what she had called him for in the first place.
"Uhh that's right! I wanted to warn you about something." A look of concern crossed
Darkwing's face.
"Warn me about what?" He asked. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the dilemma, it was a
hard thing to explain.
"Something's coming." She said finally. "Something....something dangerous. I felt it."
Darkwing nodded, noting the tone of her voice. She was worried.
"Do you know what it is?" He asked. Morgana shook her head.
"It's hard to say. But what ever it is, it's very strong, very deadly, and very angry. Though at
what or whom I can't say either."
"What exactly do you mean by "it's coming?" Do you know where exactly it's coming to?"
"It's most defiantly coming to St. Canard. It's heading here from an eastern corner of the world."
Darkwing leaned back. He rubbed forehead, thinking of a possible strategy.
"Do you know when our mystery guest will be here?" Morgana looked down at the floor. Her
words were quiet.
"Soon, very soon...."
At the St. Canard International Airport, flight 234 was just arriving from Hawaii. The
passengers walked down the boarding ramp, hustling to make it to their next flight, or to the baggage
claim. One dark figure took it's time. The tall black cat stepped into the airport and looked around. Her
eye still scanning the building, she made her way to the baggage claim. She waited patiently as suit cases
made their way around the conveyer belt. She gripped her brown duffel bag as it rolled past. She took a
moment to run her hands through the bag, making sure nothing had been harmed. She was thankful the
airport security in Japan had let her check the luggage at all, knowing what was in the bag.
She shouldered the duffel bag and made her way to the exit. She stopped by the main counter to
trade in the Yen she carried for American currency. On her way out the sliding doors she picked up a
copy of an apartment guide. She also got a newspaper from a stand out side. She'd need to find a place to
stay, and a job to cover it. She flagged down a taxi and hopped in.
"Where to la....dy..." The cab driver starred in shock at the figure in his back seat. The girl
starred back at him with one eye.
"You know of any inexpensive hotels?" She asked. He swallowed hard, and nodded. "That'll
do." She said. The driver nodded and managed to put his eyes back on the road. The put the car in drive
and headed to down town St. Canard.
off of my site. I thought this might be an easy solution.
Want some disclaimers? All the Disney stuff doesn't belong to me.
This fic is rated PG-13 for violence and launguage. If any one thinks I should
bump it up to R, let me know. Thanks.
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The hot sun beat down on the roof of the small hospital. Dry blades of brown grass moved ever so slightly
form the light breeze that whistled through the Japanese valley every once in a while. The summer had
been a particularly brutal one. And not just from the heat.
The doctor's skilled hands glided the needle neatly back and forth. He gently ran the stitches
threw the wound on his patient. The flesh twitched in pain every so often. His patient had asked for no
anesthesia. The doctor leaned over the table, his work complete. He slipped the needle threw the thread
and cut off the remaining end. As he washed off his tools he spoke cautiously to his patient.
"It should only be about a week until those are ready to come out. It was a horrid wound, but if
you ever want, I'm sure some re constructive work could be done. Not around here though, you'd have to
go to the main land, or America. Until the week is up, I'd feel better if you'd let me give you something
for the pain." The young lady on the table lifted herself to a sitting position.
"There's nothing to take for the pain..." She muttered in a low voice. "And I'm already planing a
trip to the states."
"When are you leaving?" The doctor asked, turning away from his tools. The girl spoke softly.
"Tomorrow." The doctor looked at her for a moment in surprise.
"You should wait at least week until I can remove those stitches." He said.
"I can remove them my self!" She snapped. The doctor rinsed his hands off and stood next to
the girl. He sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I know you're in a lot of pain right now." He looked her in the face. "You're not going there for
surgery, are you?" She sat in silence. The doctor let out a heavy sigh. "You hurt right now, I can
understand that. You've suffered a lot. But embarking on a fools quest isn't going to help. I can
understand how hurt you are, but it won't help to..." He was cut short as the girl let out a deafening
scream of rage.
"NO ONE CAN POSSIBLY KNOW HOW I FEEL!!!" She jumped down from the table and
faced the doctor, her teeth bared and muscles tense. "No one understands the hell I've been through! NO
ONE! I don't have much of a life left, but what's left is still mine! Don't you dare tell me what to do with
it!" The doctor removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
"Ok, it is your decision." He nodded his head toward a small bundle on the counter. "I had that
made for you, take it if you want. There's a mirror in the corner if you want to use it." He placed his
glasses back on his face and left the room. Once he was in the hall, he opened the door and called back
in. "What ever happens, what ever you decide, know this. Love and pain can be felt forever, but hatred
lasts only as long as it's vessel can sustain it." The girl turned her back and nodded. "Keep yourself
save." He said, and left the room.
The girl walked over to the counter and picked up the patch the doctor had left. It was made of
black satin, hard plastic and a thin black cord. She slowly made her way to the full length mirror in the
corner. She stared angrily at the figure that faced her. Her long black hair was ragged, ripped and
unwashed. There were freshly treated gashes and scratches all over her once sleek black fur. There was a
small nick in one of her ears. But the one thing the cat stared at was her face. People used to find
happiness there, but it had now been twisted in hatred. She let out a long exhausted sigh. She had to
leave soon. Looking in the mirror one last time, she placed the patch over the thick, stitched scar, where
her right eye had once been.
The young man in the ski mask grinned wickedly at the clerk behind the counter. A sneer formed over
his bill. He was thoroughly enjoying the power trip. He pointed the gun at the clerk's face and threatened
him.
"Unless you feel the need to be killed," He smirked. "I suggest you hand over the cash and keep
your mouth shut!" He threw a bag at the trembling mass behind the counter. "Move it!" He screamed.
The clerk fumbled with the registrar for a moment before it opened. He tried desperately to make his
shaking hands cooperate. He had nearly emptied the cash drawer when the thief grabbed it. "That's good
enough! Now lie on the ground and count to 300!" The clerk hit the floor and croaked out numbers
between frightened sobs. The thief sneered and headed for the door. "This is too easy!" He thought to
him self. He was stopped at the door by a blinding cloud of thick purple smoke.
"I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the security camera, that watches your every move!"
The young man gasped in shock at the sound of the booming voice. He dropped his gun and sack and hit
his knees as he watched the capped figure emerge from the swirling smoke. "I am Darkwing Duck!" The
masked duck drew his gas gun from it's holster in his jacket. "Don't you street punks ever learn?"
The terrified criminal dropped his head to the floor and put his hands over his head. Tears fell
from his eyes and be began to cry. Darkwing rolled his eyes.
"How pathetic can you get?" He drew out a pair of hand cuffs and snapped them around the
thief's hands. He picked up the gun and unloaded it, he tossed the sack over the counter to the clerk who
had drawn himself back up. "Sorry for the trouble sir! Have a nice night!" With that, Darkwing, and the
thief disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke. The clerk looked at the sack and shook his head.
"I gotta get on an earlier shift..."
The Rat Catcher reached the top level of the tower on the Audobon Bay Bridge. Darkwing got of
the motorcycle and stretched. He raised his hand to his bill to stifle a yawn.
"Man, for such a slow night, I'm beat." He walked over to the Thunder Quack where his friend
Launchpad was making some final adjustments with the engine.
"Must be the boredom setting in." Launchpad said, his words echoed against the steel insides of
the plane where he had buried his head. Darkwing stifled another yawn.
"Probably." He said in a sleepy voice. "You almost done here?" Launchpad pulled his head out
and wiped his hands off on a rag.
"Almost. Just a few more touch ups."
"Mind if I go on home?" Darkwing asked, his eye lids were falling.
"Sure, go ahead. I'll only be a few minuets longer."
"Thanks." Darkwing headed over to the revolving chairs. In a whirl he was at home. He made
his way up the stares to his room. He barely had the energy to change into his boxers before he fell asleep
on top of his sheets.
Sun light streaked in through the window, flowing across the bed. Drake rolled over and opened
his eyes. He starred at his alarm clock for a few minuets before the blurry light formed legible numbers.
"One O' clock! If feels like the crack of dawn." He mumbled something under his breath and
rolled out of bed. After splashing his face with cold water, he threw on his robe and headed down stairs.
His daughter Gosalyn was watching a football game on T.V. "Your team winning?" Drake asked as he
made his way into the kitchen for coffee.
"They're ahead by a touch down." She answered. "Should make for an interesting forth quarter."
Drake poured himself a cup of black coffee and went back to the living room. He leaned against the back
of the couch, watching the players run into each other. Gosalyn continued talking, her eyes still glued to
the set. "Morgana called this morning." Drake chuckled into his mug. The woman could transport
herself at will. For the life of him he'd never understand why she bothered using a phone.
"What time?" He asked.
"Early. She said she wanted to catch you before you went to bed." Drake looked concerned.
"Did it sound important?" He asked. Gosalyn shrugged.
"What's important sound like?" Drake smiled and patted her head.
"I'd better go see what it is." He finished his coffee, took a quick shower, and headed to the
revolving chairs. Within minuets he was back at the tower and changing into one of his spare costumes.
He put his helmet on and headed out on the Rat Catcher.
The door to McCawber Manor swung open automatically. Darkwing stood in the door way with
his arm still raised and poised to knock. "Forgot about that." He thought rolling his eyes. He stepped in
and listened to the door close behind him. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark.
"Hello?" The sound of his voice echoed down the corridors.
"In here, Dark." A soft voice called from the parlor. Darkwing stood under the arched entryway
to the dimly lit room. He starred at Morgana, who was sitting on the couch. Her legs propped up beside
her. Her head was resting on her arm. Her long black hair draped its self over her shoulders, nearly
disappearing from sight as it cascaded over her shoulders onto the black velvet dress she wore. Darkwing
gazed at her, smiling.
"Oh God, have I ever missed you..." He said and made his way to the couch. Morgana started to
get up, but he motioned her to stay seated. He bent down on one knee in front of the couch. He slid one
arm around her waist and glided the other down her spine. She leaned toward him and kissed him gently
on the mouth. After awhile, Darkwing pulled away and ran his lips down to the nape of her neck. He
kissed her neck, letting her perfume cloud his mind. He had always said it was as sweet and intoxicating
as any wine. He spoke softly, murmuring his words into her delicate, warm feathers.
"How long has it been since we've seen each other?" He asked. Morgana sighed and leaned back.
Closing her eyes, she tried to think.
"A month at least..." She whispered. Darkwing groaned softly.
"Have I been that busy?" He muttered. Morgana smiled.
"You tell me, Darkwing." She put her hands over his and pulled him onto the couch next to her.
She put a hand under his chin and lifted his face to meet hers. "What has the masked crusader been up to
all this time?" He grinned devilishly and draped his arms around her shoulders.
"The usual, dashing about, being heroic, saving the day, etc. etc."
"And as humble as ever." Morgana smiled. She ran a hand absently up and down his arm.
"Interesting to see you out in the day light." She said. "Usually don't see you until the sun goes down."
He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.
"Gosalyn told me you called this morning. Something up?" Morgana's eyes widened. In the
moment she had forgotten what she had called him for in the first place.
"Uhh that's right! I wanted to warn you about something." A look of concern crossed
Darkwing's face.
"Warn me about what?" He asked. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the dilemma, it was a
hard thing to explain.
"Something's coming." She said finally. "Something....something dangerous. I felt it."
Darkwing nodded, noting the tone of her voice. She was worried.
"Do you know what it is?" He asked. Morgana shook her head.
"It's hard to say. But what ever it is, it's very strong, very deadly, and very angry. Though at
what or whom I can't say either."
"What exactly do you mean by "it's coming?" Do you know where exactly it's coming to?"
"It's most defiantly coming to St. Canard. It's heading here from an eastern corner of the world."
Darkwing leaned back. He rubbed forehead, thinking of a possible strategy.
"Do you know when our mystery guest will be here?" Morgana looked down at the floor. Her
words were quiet.
"Soon, very soon...."
At the St. Canard International Airport, flight 234 was just arriving from Hawaii. The
passengers walked down the boarding ramp, hustling to make it to their next flight, or to the baggage
claim. One dark figure took it's time. The tall black cat stepped into the airport and looked around. Her
eye still scanning the building, she made her way to the baggage claim. She waited patiently as suit cases
made their way around the conveyer belt. She gripped her brown duffel bag as it rolled past. She took a
moment to run her hands through the bag, making sure nothing had been harmed. She was thankful the
airport security in Japan had let her check the luggage at all, knowing what was in the bag.
She shouldered the duffel bag and made her way to the exit. She stopped by the main counter to
trade in the Yen she carried for American currency. On her way out the sliding doors she picked up a
copy of an apartment guide. She also got a newspaper from a stand out side. She'd need to find a place to
stay, and a job to cover it. She flagged down a taxi and hopped in.
"Where to la....dy..." The cab driver starred in shock at the figure in his back seat. The girl
starred back at him with one eye.
"You know of any inexpensive hotels?" She asked. He swallowed hard, and nodded. "That'll
do." She said. The driver nodded and managed to put his eyes back on the road. The put the car in drive
and headed to down town St. Canard.