Well, I went back and edited this thing. Changed whatever mistakes I found, added a sentence or two. . . ya' know. So, onward we go, eh?
WARNING: Throughout this story IS child abuse. You don't have to read those parts if you don't want, but I'm just givin' ya'll a warning.
Disclaimer: the only thing I own is the story and Allen. I have no right to claim the Ducks as my property. They belong to Michael Eisner.
Ages:
Wing: 21
Dive: 17
Duke: 26
Grin: 28
Tanya: 23
Mallory: 20
***Past Fear, Past Memories***
~~Chapter 1~~
"For all that I do for you and this is how you treat me?!" the young boy, no older than nine, cried out in pain as he was kicked in the side.
Tears rolled down his face and he mentally cried out for his older brother. He knew his brother would save him, he just knew he would. But his brother wasn't home. Only he and his foster father, drunk, angry, foster father. The child came back to reality as pain rushed through his small body again.
"Get up, you little brat!" the adult ordered, then pulled the boy to his feet, cupping his chin in his hand," Disobedient little rascal, aren't ya'?"
His dad hit him then threw the boy against the nearby wall. Quivering with fear, the nine year old shrank back into the wall, trying to get away. The older being came towards him in frightening, quick strides and towered above the boy. The tears of pain, sorrow, rejection, and fear cascaded down his cheeks as he tried to make himself smaller. It wouldn't help anyway. He couldn't stop the man from doing anything. While his father was tall and muscular, he was small and lean, and in no condition to protect himself. His father picked up the boy by his shirt that was fit only to be called rags, and lifted an empty glass bottle, bringing it down towards his head. . .
"WILDWING!!!! NO!! LET GO!!!!! PLEASE, DON'T HURT ME! DON'T HURT ME!!" the young teen screamed from his dreadful sleep, tossing and turning.
He kicked off his sheets and his pillow fell to the floor. Sweat covered his body as he tried to fight off his nightmare. The door opened on the other side of the room and a white drake came through, followed by two other drakes and two females. Wildwing rushed to his younger sibbling's bedside and gripped his shoulders.
"Dive! Nosedive, wake up!! C'mon. baby bro'," he cried, gently shaking the fighting teen.
"NO!!! LET ME GO!!! WING!!!!" tears were streaming down the blond's face as he fought against his brother, thinking it was his father, "CANARD, WILDWING!!!!!! Help!! Don't hurt me! I didn't mean to, please don't. . ."
Nosedive gave up his fight and started sobbing as Wing pulled his brother to his chest and let him bury his face. Wildwing rocked the sobbing teen, signaling to the team to go on back to bed. The older sibbling was so content in comforting his brother, he didn't notice that Duke had stayed behind, listening to the sounds of Dive's sobs and Wing's soothing voice.
"D. . don't let h. . . him get me, W. . . Wing. . ." Nosedive's voice muttered from the still sleeping teen.
"Shhh. . . it's ok, Dive. Nothing's going to get you. Everything's alright, now. Let it out, Nosedive. I'm here, just let it out. . ." Wing held Nosedive closer to him, even though his little brother was soaking his bare chest with tears.
Tears started to well up in Duke's eye. When was the last time he had comforted his little brother? It had been a long time. No doubt, his own baby brother was probably dead from the camps by now. God, he missed him. The last time he had made contact with him was right before he ran away from home. Allen had been in bed asleep and Duke crept into his room to check up on him before he left. Putting a note on Allen's desk, along with his most prized possession, he gave his brother a kiss on the forehead then left out of the house, never to return. And he never DID return. He made a living by stealing wallets, money, jewelry, and anything else he could pick from the people on the streets. At the time he had been 17 and at 19, started his quest at gathering other thieves that later became known as the Brotherhood of the Blade. Even throughout his imfamous little 'career', he missed his brother, but kept an eye on him from a distance, watching his little bro' grow up without him, who was unaware of his 'guardian angel.' With a sigh of depression, he went over to the two brothers and sat on the other side of Nosedive then started to rub his back.
Wildwing looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. Duke shook his head with a 'don't ask' look. Wing gave a nod and turned his attention back to the teen in his arms. The two stayed with Dive, even after he calmed down and settled down into his bed, the covers being replaced by the two mallards. They were just content on where they were, Wildwing leaning back against Dive's headrest and Duke leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed. A long silent hour passed as the two members of the Mighty Ducks sat up and watched their youngest teammate sleep. A few more moments passed when Wing looked up, thinking he heard a broken sigh from Duke. The team leader spared a glance at the ex-theif to be surprised at how depressed his friend and secret idol looked.
"Duke?" Wing whispered.
"Hmm?"
"You okay?" Duke looked up at him in suprize.
"What?"
"Are you alright?" Wildwing repeated.
"Yeah, Wing. I'm fine," he lied with a bit of hesitation.
Lies. He was good at lies. But he could tell his leader didn't buy it. From what he found from earlier happenings, Wing could pry anything and everything he wanted out of someone, especially people he knew well. That look Wing gave him, even more intimadating without the mask, said that he'd better skip the lies and cut to the chase.
"Wing, I'm fine, really. I'm just thinking about a few things from back home, is all."
It wasn't entirely true, but not entirely a lie either. Wildwing seemed more satisfied with that and nodded. He knew that knowing Duke, things from 'back home' could be past nemenis' and such sort. He let the subject drop and leaned back to let his eyes rest for a moment only to fall asleep.
~~Chapter 1~~
Okay, Chapter one complete. Please review!!
WARNING: Throughout this story IS child abuse. You don't have to read those parts if you don't want, but I'm just givin' ya'll a warning.
Disclaimer: the only thing I own is the story and Allen. I have no right to claim the Ducks as my property. They belong to Michael Eisner.
Ages:
Wing: 21
Dive: 17
Duke: 26
Grin: 28
Tanya: 23
Mallory: 20
***Past Fear, Past Memories***
~~Chapter 1~~
"For all that I do for you and this is how you treat me?!" the young boy, no older than nine, cried out in pain as he was kicked in the side.
Tears rolled down his face and he mentally cried out for his older brother. He knew his brother would save him, he just knew he would. But his brother wasn't home. Only he and his foster father, drunk, angry, foster father. The child came back to reality as pain rushed through his small body again.
"Get up, you little brat!" the adult ordered, then pulled the boy to his feet, cupping his chin in his hand," Disobedient little rascal, aren't ya'?"
His dad hit him then threw the boy against the nearby wall. Quivering with fear, the nine year old shrank back into the wall, trying to get away. The older being came towards him in frightening, quick strides and towered above the boy. The tears of pain, sorrow, rejection, and fear cascaded down his cheeks as he tried to make himself smaller. It wouldn't help anyway. He couldn't stop the man from doing anything. While his father was tall and muscular, he was small and lean, and in no condition to protect himself. His father picked up the boy by his shirt that was fit only to be called rags, and lifted an empty glass bottle, bringing it down towards his head. . .
"WILDWING!!!! NO!! LET GO!!!!! PLEASE, DON'T HURT ME! DON'T HURT ME!!" the young teen screamed from his dreadful sleep, tossing and turning.
He kicked off his sheets and his pillow fell to the floor. Sweat covered his body as he tried to fight off his nightmare. The door opened on the other side of the room and a white drake came through, followed by two other drakes and two females. Wildwing rushed to his younger sibbling's bedside and gripped his shoulders.
"Dive! Nosedive, wake up!! C'mon. baby bro'," he cried, gently shaking the fighting teen.
"NO!!! LET ME GO!!! WING!!!!" tears were streaming down the blond's face as he fought against his brother, thinking it was his father, "CANARD, WILDWING!!!!!! Help!! Don't hurt me! I didn't mean to, please don't. . ."
Nosedive gave up his fight and started sobbing as Wing pulled his brother to his chest and let him bury his face. Wildwing rocked the sobbing teen, signaling to the team to go on back to bed. The older sibbling was so content in comforting his brother, he didn't notice that Duke had stayed behind, listening to the sounds of Dive's sobs and Wing's soothing voice.
"D. . don't let h. . . him get me, W. . . Wing. . ." Nosedive's voice muttered from the still sleeping teen.
"Shhh. . . it's ok, Dive. Nothing's going to get you. Everything's alright, now. Let it out, Nosedive. I'm here, just let it out. . ." Wing held Nosedive closer to him, even though his little brother was soaking his bare chest with tears.
Tears started to well up in Duke's eye. When was the last time he had comforted his little brother? It had been a long time. No doubt, his own baby brother was probably dead from the camps by now. God, he missed him. The last time he had made contact with him was right before he ran away from home. Allen had been in bed asleep and Duke crept into his room to check up on him before he left. Putting a note on Allen's desk, along with his most prized possession, he gave his brother a kiss on the forehead then left out of the house, never to return. And he never DID return. He made a living by stealing wallets, money, jewelry, and anything else he could pick from the people on the streets. At the time he had been 17 and at 19, started his quest at gathering other thieves that later became known as the Brotherhood of the Blade. Even throughout his imfamous little 'career', he missed his brother, but kept an eye on him from a distance, watching his little bro' grow up without him, who was unaware of his 'guardian angel.' With a sigh of depression, he went over to the two brothers and sat on the other side of Nosedive then started to rub his back.
Wildwing looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. Duke shook his head with a 'don't ask' look. Wing gave a nod and turned his attention back to the teen in his arms. The two stayed with Dive, even after he calmed down and settled down into his bed, the covers being replaced by the two mallards. They were just content on where they were, Wildwing leaning back against Dive's headrest and Duke leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed. A long silent hour passed as the two members of the Mighty Ducks sat up and watched their youngest teammate sleep. A few more moments passed when Wing looked up, thinking he heard a broken sigh from Duke. The team leader spared a glance at the ex-theif to be surprised at how depressed his friend and secret idol looked.
"Duke?" Wing whispered.
"Hmm?"
"You okay?" Duke looked up at him in suprize.
"What?"
"Are you alright?" Wildwing repeated.
"Yeah, Wing. I'm fine," he lied with a bit of hesitation.
Lies. He was good at lies. But he could tell his leader didn't buy it. From what he found from earlier happenings, Wing could pry anything and everything he wanted out of someone, especially people he knew well. That look Wing gave him, even more intimadating without the mask, said that he'd better skip the lies and cut to the chase.
"Wing, I'm fine, really. I'm just thinking about a few things from back home, is all."
It wasn't entirely true, but not entirely a lie either. Wildwing seemed more satisfied with that and nodded. He knew that knowing Duke, things from 'back home' could be past nemenis' and such sort. He let the subject drop and leaned back to let his eyes rest for a moment only to fall asleep.
~~Chapter 1~~
Okay, Chapter one complete. Please review!!