Disclaimer: I do not own Mighty Ducks or any of its characters. I do, however, own Emilie.

The sound of a pop can being opened gently at 2 am was heard in the dark room. The young girl sat in the middle of her room, on the wooden floor, staring at the soft candle that was lit in front of her. She had to be discreet, for she didn't want to wake her parents, although they were in a deep, spellbound sleep two floors below her.

Emilie Shy, the most fearless person you'd ever meet, had only enemies. No one was ever on her good side. Everyone was scared of her, even her parents. "Why did she want to be quiet?" you may ask. Well, it's because being feared can bring on fear itself.

After silently gulping down the last drop of pop, Emilie set down the can on her desk. Sick of the way she was treated and sick of the rainy weather, the 17 year old rebel teenager packed a small bag and hid it under her bed. Before crawling under her sheets, already dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with a black hooded jacket, she set her alarm clock to 5 am. The first bus would arrive at the bus stop in front of her neighborhood at exactly 5:10 am like every morning, only this time, she wouldn't be blocking out the sound of the engine with her pillow over her head, she'd be on it, headed south towards the airport.

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Beep! Beep! Beep! Be-! Emilie pulled the alarm clock's power cord and quickly got up. Glad it was Saturday and glad her parents did not wake up until 8 am, she inaudibly reached under her bed for the bag she had packed the night before and slithered down the steps to the front door.

The door creaked as it was opened and shut, but Emilie was sure her parents hadn't heard it. She ran to the bus stop just in time to get on the bus.

On the airplane, she slept and thought of what her uncle would say when he saw her.

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"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to beautiful Anaheim. We hope you enjoyed your flight!" said an annoying voice. Emilie opened her eyes.

"Enjoyed my flight? I'll give you something to enjoy…" Emilie said under her breath as she got up. She got her bag and headed straight out for a taxi. 'Knowing Phil, he is at a hockey rink.' She thought as she called for a cab.

"Where to, Miss?" said the driver.

"First hockey rink you can think of," she instructed as she buckled up. "And don't try to screw me over, I don't take that kind of crap from anybody, got it?" The driver chuckled and headed towards a hockey rink.

5 minutes after they passed a huge mall, the taxi stopped. Emilie paid the fee and waved good-bye before she went inside. "The Pond," she read. "What kind of name is that for a hockey rink?" She shook it out of her head and headed inside.

"Heads up, bro!" Emilie heard someone yell. A puck was rocketing at her face. She didn't move or flinch but caught it in her right hand before it hit her. Out of the corner of her eye, Emilie spotted an extra hockey stick. She dropped the puck and almost instantly grabbed the stick and hit the puck back. The goalie caught it but the impact made him slide back into the goal and make the score buzzer squawk.

"Emilie?" shrieked a familiar voice.

"Hello," said Emilie as she walked towards him.

"Booby! What are you doing here?" he asked as he got ready to give her a bear hug.

"Running away…" she said coldly. Phil stopped for a second. He began to look angry. Emilie, though, was apathetic, never showed any emotion, although she smirked at the mental, physical, or emotional pain of others. And she especially loved it when the pain was caused by her.

"After getting yourself suspended, expelled, and sent to military school, I would have thought you had changed," Phil stated. "You have no place here, just like you have no place in society." Emilie stared. Phil stared back.

"Fine…" Emilie finally said. "I'll be on the streets if you need me." Emilie knew that even her soft hearted uncle wouldn't want a cold blooded, heartless rebel. No one did. She put her hands in her pockets, turned, and left. She set out to explore Anaheim.

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Two small bells chimed as she entered the Captain Comic store. She hated shopping but loved comic books nonetheless.

"Like, hey, Dudette. Gnarly hairdo," said a male voice behind the counter.

"Yeah, totally," said a lady standing next to him. She was glad someone appreciated her short hair. She had spiked it at the back and smooth, black and red bangs covered her right eye. The spiked hair in the back was black with electric blue streaks. Emilie began to look through a stack of comics.

"Thanks," she declared. "What's the newest stuff you got?"

"Well, we got Wolf Dane: Dancing with the Reaper," said the girl. Emilie stopped searching and looked up.

"Seriously? Dude, that's not supposed to come out for another 6 weeks," Emilie recalled.

"We've got people," she said. "I'm Mookie, by the way. And this is Thrash." Thrash gave a fake bow.

"Totally radical to meet you, Dude," said Thrash. This made Emilie snicker.

"I'm Emilie Shy, but most people in my hometown know me as 'Freak' or 'Outcast.'"

"I can tell they liked you," Mookie said sarcastically.

"Very much," I responded just as sarcastically. The tiny bells above the door chimed again. The newcomer seemed to be a friend of Mookie's and Thrash's. He also happened to be a duck. Right away, Emilie knew that he was on Phil's team. I mean, seriously, there aren't a lot of Martian ducks running around these days. Emilie went back to studying the comic books.

"Hey! You're that chick who totally returned that puck! That was the awesomest thing ever, man! I mean, lady," said the duck, coming really close. "Sorry," he said, scratching the back of his head and looking down. "Um…well, I-I'm Nosedive. Dive, for short," he presented himself.

"Emilie," she said, putting her hand out so he could shake it. He took it and gave a nervous laugh.

"Y-you know, it's getting kind of late and since you have no place to stay and have no clue where anything is, I know this great restaurant I could t-take you to and we could just…um…talk?" he said shyly. Emilie chuckled at his stuttering and agreed to let him take her to dinner.

"Isn't that nice of him?" Thrash said jockingly. "He likes you.." he continued as he coughed. The white feathers on Dive's cheeks turned red. Dive hit Thrash over the head. "A lot," he continued coughing. Emilie chuckled a little harder then grabbed Dive's hand and began running out the door.

"See you guys later!" she yelled back.