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The tv-serie 'Mighty Ducks' doesn't belong to me....if it did, there would be more dramatic things....especially with Nosedive*sniff*...just love that!

Ayoa! This is my first Mighty Duck fic, so please don't be to hard with me. And English isn't my first language, so there sure will be some mistakes - I'm sorry for that but I can't change it since I like to spend my time during English lessons in writing, drawing or sleeping.
I haven't watched much of Mighty Ducks, and maybe I got some names wrong...or maybe the German names for the characters are different than the English one, I don't know.
One last thing: I never knew which word I should use: subway or underground. We learn both in school, but which one does fit? I hate it! Maybe you can tell me what you use!(....le métro....hehehe).



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by Kaeera



It's so dark....

What happened? I'm alone..

And it hurts so much. I remember....I remember that I wanted to go to the city centre....

I'm afraid....

Help?

Help...

It was a normal day. It's always a normal day. I mean, you never start with: It was a very strange day – No, it was a normal day. Normal..... what's normal? Nothing when you are far away from your home, stuck on a planet with aliens...
But they call you an alien only because you are a duck.
I got used to it, and found some friends. This planet has comics, so it isn't that bad.
Normal days – normal teenager days are full of school, hanging around, eating pizza....despite of the school thing I enjoy doing all this.
So this day, too.
I went to the city by the subway. It took me a long time convincing my overprotective brother that it's really not dangerous to take the subway - alone. Hey, I am seventeen, and I am a tough duck, so what should happen? I only wanted to have fun – all this fighting is so nerving with the time!

Now I would prefer fighting instead of this!

Oh yeah, it was great. I met my friends and we ate hamburgers and talked – ya know, all the stuff you talk. Nothing important.
I was laughing a lot. I love laughing, it's much better than being serious. Serious people are sooooooo boring. They watch you with this What-are-you-doing-kid-look.
Duke does that very often, and even Wing. I can't stand that. I am not a little kid!!

But right now I wish that someone would be there...watching me, even telling me what a idiot I am....if only someone will help me...support me....

But there's nobody.

I am the youngest of the group, I know. And I can understand that they feel responsible.
But not that much!
Anyway, I was going home, backpack full of sweets and comics. The subway train was empty, only about three or four people.
I remember that I was very proud to reach the train in time. Normally I am always too late. But not this time.

Maybe the first time in my life, and even then I didn't manage it....What a failure am I?

Then came the crash.

It wasn't my fault that I am too late....or?
I was in time...

I hate subway trains. It' s so dark outside of the window, and you only see a wall.

The crash was horrible.

I remember the loud noise....squeeeeeek!
I fell off my seat and rolled over the floor.
Then the lights went out. and someone was screaming.
It took me a minute or so to notice that it was me, who was creaming.

The train just didn't stop – glass was shattering, metal pieces flying all around, some of them hitting me. And this incredible loud noise – screams of other people, my screams, the harsh sound of metal on metal...

Even now I can hear it in my ears...

I was crying of fear, screaming of horror and yelling for help, all at the same time.

But nobody heard me...

Nobody could hear me...

Silence.

The silence was so sudden that I immediately stopped my screaming.
And listened.

No noise.

No screams.

Only my breathing...

I was alone....

...dark...

....alone...

Help!


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Wildwing was furious. What the hell did Nosedive think? He promised to be at home at 8 O'clock in the evening, and now it was 9.30!
They had a game tomorrow.
Wing looked down on his hands and sighed. It was really hard to have a teen as brother.
He had to play the role of mother and father, and often though he that he wasn't very good at it. Okay, Dive had always been a very rebellious, which made him so strong, but he was still a kid. Unfortunately he didn't think like that.
But how can you accept someone as an adult who spends his time in playing tricks on Mallory? Or who prefers reading comics instead of practising?

No, it wasn't easy to have a little brother.

Duke entered the room. "Hey, Wing, what's up?"

"Dive.", Wing replied angrily and glanced to the wall.

"He's too late?"

"He's damn too late, and I will sure that he will regret that!", he slammed his fist on the table. "He's always too late, he can't continue like that!"

"Relax", Duke said and took a chair to sit down. "He's a teen. Have you been better at his age?"

Wing closed his eyes tiredly. "I don't know. Maybe a little...but Dive exaggerates it. He is so...difficult!" He sighed again. "I wish that I could hive him more freedom, but I am responsible. And we aren't on a holiday trip, he has to understand that."

Duke nodded. "Sure. But sometimes I am really happy that he doesn't. Having a rebellious teen around me – a teen who's never serious, who can make you laughing and who can make you angry – gives our life a touch of normal, don't you think so?"

"Yeah!", Wildwing laughed and stood up, "And I don't know what I would do if Dive had been hurt...I love him more than everything on the world, and he still can drive me crazy!"

"Same with me!", Duke smiled, and they both left the room.


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Alone....alone.....alone.....alone.....alone.....

The words were echoing in my head.

Pain...ow, it hurt...

Maybe I have been unconsciousness for some time. I don't know how long.
When I opened my eyes, it was dark.
First I didn't realise what had happened – and then the memory hit me.
The subway!
The crash!
The screams!
And the fear!
Oh my god...
When I moved, I felt the pain. It seemed to come from everywhere, but after a time I could locate it.
Right leg, right hand, head and stomach.
I got used to the pain in the leg, but this headache was horrible! As if little bombs were exploding right behind my eyes. Horrible!

And the fear...the fear of the darkness...

It reminded me of something which happened long time ago....on Puckworld....something I thought I forgot....

Wildwing and my parents were just leaving the house, and left my 9-year-old self alone at home. I had been so proud – first time they trust me, first time they didn't let me stay with a baby-sitter.
After they had gone, I went into the kitchen, made some popcorn and placed myself in front of the tv. Finally watching tv all the day without my parents around, that would be fun.
But after a hour or so I got bored and started to think of a good game I could play. I wasn't allowed to leave the house – I often broke rules, but I didn't want this time. So I invented a kind of a treasure search in our house.
The treasure was in the cellar.
The door of the cellar was big and made of metal.
I could open it with effort.
But after I entered I heard a big BANG - I whirled around only for noticing that the door was....closed. First I wasn't frightened. It was all part of the game.
Then I realised that there was no way out of the cellar – the windows were to small, and to my shock I couldn't open the door from inside!
This was the point I started to feel scared.
The cellar was cold, wet and, the most terrible, dark.
Very dark.
Such a darkness where eyes seem to be everywhere...your fantasy invents cruelly monsters who wanna kill you, and it seems that there are strange noises....
Suddenly I didn't feel proud any more. I just wished that my parents and my brother would come back soon and free me.
But they didn't.
Time passed....and passed...
It was now so cold that I was really freezing....couldn't sense my fingers anymore!
My parents didn't come home this night. They came home the next morning.
There had been an accident on the street, so that they had to stay in a motel until it was cleared.
And I stayed in this dark cellar the whole night.
It was horrible.
Years after this incident I still had nightmares. Pictures of monsters who are hunting you. Screams which nobody can hear. And, as the worst, the darkness which is so heavy that you can't breath....you try it but you can't....your vision gets blurry and it hurts like hell....nobody there to help you.
Alone.
Panicked.

Like now. It's the same situation.
Nobody's here to help me...
I'm hurt....Wildwing, please come
I'm afraid...
I beg you for help...

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At home, Wing was watching impatiently the clock. 'Damn Nosedive', he thought angry, 'When do you think of coming back?'
While waiting he could hear the noises of the movie Mallory was watching. It seemed as if the others wouldn't be affected – or worried – by Nosedives missing.
Nope, they all felt somehow relieved to have some free-time. Even when it gives life a 'touch of normal' – teens can be nerving. Especially teens like Dive!
Wing had to smile when he remembered Dives last trick. He had manage it to put gel into Mallory's shoes.
She, as the hot-tempered person, chased him through the whole building after she put her feet into the shoes. Unfortunately the gel was sliding, so that she crashed into Duke with full power. They both started yelling and Dive disappeared, still laughing.
She had been mad with him for days!
That's how it was with Dive. No time for relaxing.
Wing's smile widened when he thought of some scenes he had been very proud of his brother. Dive had his good side, for example he was the one who never gave up.
Always a smart comment, always making fun of the enemies even when the situation is hopeless. Never loosing hope, never giving up.
The kid was smart.

How bad that he spent his time in reading comics and playing tricks.
'What am I thinking?', Wing mentally slapped himself: 'Dive earns his childhood. He shall enjoy it as long as he can, even when it is (very) nerving!'

But that didn't change the fact that his brother didn't return – and now it was 10.30!

A light feeling of worry came over Wildwing. What if something happened?

Maybe he should call the police?

No, Nosedive wasn't so stupid to let something happen to him. And Wing didn't trust the human police.

Dive surely was hanging around and forgetting the time.

Probably.

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Help...

Why does nobody answer? There are other people here, not?

But what if they are - dead?

Then I am....alone

Again...

No, please not! Somebody has to help me! Oh please....

help....

HELP!

To be continued....


And, what do you think about it? Shall I continue?
You can always mail me under dragonbeing@hotmail.com

:) Kaeera

PapillonStar(maybe you read this): Your stories are great!!!*jumps up and down* I LOVE them!!!
Just had to write it down*nods seriously* Jaja....