Author's notes: I found it! I found it! I knew I it was in my room somewhere! And by-golly! I found it between the wall and my bed! Muahaha! *coughs* Anyhow...I was really surprised when I found out there was actually a Mighty Ducks section. Wow, and I didn't know that there really was this many fans still. Well, enough talking. Time to start the story.
Disclaimer: Oh, yes! I own the Ducks! Yeah right...okay, you know the routine....
Fallen
"Conway on a break away! He fakes once! Twice! Shoots! Scores!" The crowd cheered loudly as the semi-pro hockey player did a victory lap around the opponent's goal. His team came around him and they cheered just as loud as the crowd that watched them.
The team was quickly back in their positions and the puck was dropped by the ref. The crowd cheered as a person on Conway's team snatched the puck and passed it to another team mate as he was slammed into the wall.
"Oh! And Averman gets a hard check into the boards! There goes Germaine with the puck--! Oh! And Riley knocks Germaine over, taking the puck!" The crowd responded as they always had before when this had happened. Their shouts of dimsay went unnoticed as the opposing team's supporters roared in support.
"Banks tries to block Riley off and--Oh! He'll be seeing stars after that hit! Riley goes up to the goalie and shoots--! It's stopped by the quick reflexes of Gaffney! Nice save Julie the Cat!" Again the crowd roared in support and the opposing team responded by chanting their motto.
The puck was taken up by Averman, who recovered from the hard hit and passed it to Banks, who didn't get far thanks to the opposing team. Banks iced the puck before he was hit into the boards and Conway took it, rushing towards his opponent's net.
"Conway on another break away! This kid can skate! Half the team is all rooky and we are seeing some awesome moves done by them all! What's this? Riley coming up from behind Conway! He could actually catch him! Conway fakes and shoots--" But Conway never hit the puck.
Instead Riley, who sped up even faster, shoved him in the back and threw him off balance. Conway fell to the ice as did Riley, who was unstable by his attack. They both skidded hard into one of the posts on the net, Conway getting the worse of it.
Refs and fellow team members skated quickly to the site, while the crowd was quiet. The only thing that made a sound was the announcer, doing his job.
"This doesn't look good. Riley came up from behind Conway and purposely shoved his opponent down onto the ice. The refs are checking both players out and it seems as if Riley is all right," There was a pause as the crowd watched Riley get up off Conway and lead off the ice by his fellow team members and coach.
"This does not look good at all, folks. One of the most promising rookies in this game is not moving. It looks as though he hit the post harder than we all think. The ref is signaling a strecher. It looks as though Conway is going to live, but is probably going to be off the ice for the rest of the season."
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Charlie Conway barely noticed what was going around him, but he did know that he was not in good shape. He felt his helmet get removed by one of he team mates after they carefully turned him over.
"Charlie? Charlie?" He heard several people call at once. The ice burned on his back and his shoulder went numb with pain. Why was he in this much pain? All he could remember was Riley coming up behind him and then falling on the ice. Falling never hurt this much before.
"We need to get him on the stretcher. On three. One. Two. Three!"
Charlie cried out in pain as he was lifted off the ice. His shoulder was aflamed with white hot pain! There was a bunch of worried voices asking questions, wondering if he was okay. And then Charlie was back lying on the ice. No...it wasn't ice. It was a stretcher.
Charlie's eyes were forced opened as the doctors examined him. He was strapped safely on the stretcher, much like Adam had been during their Pee-wee years. The burning pain in his shoulder brought him back to reality and after the doctor was finished checking to see if he had a concussion, Charlie looked over to his fellow team mates.
Guy had a comforting hand on Connie's shoulder and Adam was holding onto Charlie's hand, the one that wasn't attached to the shoulder that was burning with pain. Averman, Julie, and Fulton was near the stretcher, but was far enough away from it so the doctors could do their job.
And then Charlie saw his coach. A different coach than the other two he had had before. This coach was not as fun-loving as Bombay was, but he didn't put a cold front like Orion had. This coach was like the two of them put together, hard-working, but easy-going.
"It's going to be all right, Conway." His coach told him and Charlie closed his eyes again as he tried to move his injured arm. Not a bright idea, but he didn't want to sit out the rest of the season.
"Stop, Charlie. Just lie back and relax." Adam said to his friend, who did just that, but with pain jumping through his arm. A doctor was talking to his coach now, and the coach looked grim. They were going to bench him. He just knew it.
After the doctors did their work, they began to move the stretcher off the ice, but Charlie refused to let go of Adam's hand.
"Win it." He told his team mates. The Ducks. His friends, some he had known since he was in Pee-wees, gave him a reassuring smile.
"You got it...Spazway." Guy said, still having a hand on Connie's shoulder. Charlie couldn't help but laugh inwardly at his old nickname. He had been a spaz at hockey when he was younger. Hell even Luis with his stopping problem hadn't been as much of a spaz as he had been.
But now the old nickname was ironic, seeing how he was considered one of the top rookies of the year in the NHL. Yes, that's where they were now. The remaining seven Ducks were on the hockey team known as the Mighty Ducks in the NHL.
All the Ducks went their own ways after they graduated from Edan Hall Academy and only the seven of them continued on as the Ducks. Dwayne had went back south and joined the Dallas North Stars, a team that the remaining Ducks faced earlier in the season.
Goldburg...well, Goldy went back to his family business and actually found a girlfriend while working there. Dean Portman, the other Bash Brother, was somewhere in Chicago. None of the Ducks had heard from him since their last day in Edan Hall.
Russ Tyler went back to LA, back to his old home to play street puck, which he had told them before he left. Luis was in off in Europe, still chasing the women. And now another Duck was going to leave the game, even if it was only for a season.
"We'll get 'em for ya, Captain." Fulton said as Charlie let go of Adam and the doctors pushed the stretcher off the ice. Charlie wasn't the Captain of the team, but he was still considered to be the leader of the seven reamining Ducks.
He now knew how Bombay felt when he was injured in the minors, so close to the NHL. Only Charlie had been in the NHL, he gotten the chance to play in the big leagues, but now...now as he was being taken off the ice and watching a very satisfied looking Riley, Charlie wondered if a year was really as long as it seemed now.
Author's notes: Eh, that was only the prologue, more soon!
Disclaimer: Oh, yes! I own the Ducks! Yeah right...okay, you know the routine....
"Conway on a break away! He fakes once! Twice! Shoots! Scores!" The crowd cheered loudly as the semi-pro hockey player did a victory lap around the opponent's goal. His team came around him and they cheered just as loud as the crowd that watched them.
The team was quickly back in their positions and the puck was dropped by the ref. The crowd cheered as a person on Conway's team snatched the puck and passed it to another team mate as he was slammed into the wall.
"Oh! And Averman gets a hard check into the boards! There goes Germaine with the puck--! Oh! And Riley knocks Germaine over, taking the puck!" The crowd responded as they always had before when this had happened. Their shouts of dimsay went unnoticed as the opposing team's supporters roared in support.
"Banks tries to block Riley off and--Oh! He'll be seeing stars after that hit! Riley goes up to the goalie and shoots--! It's stopped by the quick reflexes of Gaffney! Nice save Julie the Cat!" Again the crowd roared in support and the opposing team responded by chanting their motto.
The puck was taken up by Averman, who recovered from the hard hit and passed it to Banks, who didn't get far thanks to the opposing team. Banks iced the puck before he was hit into the boards and Conway took it, rushing towards his opponent's net.
"Conway on another break away! This kid can skate! Half the team is all rooky and we are seeing some awesome moves done by them all! What's this? Riley coming up from behind Conway! He could actually catch him! Conway fakes and shoots--" But Conway never hit the puck.
Instead Riley, who sped up even faster, shoved him in the back and threw him off balance. Conway fell to the ice as did Riley, who was unstable by his attack. They both skidded hard into one of the posts on the net, Conway getting the worse of it.
Refs and fellow team members skated quickly to the site, while the crowd was quiet. The only thing that made a sound was the announcer, doing his job.
"This doesn't look good. Riley came up from behind Conway and purposely shoved his opponent down onto the ice. The refs are checking both players out and it seems as if Riley is all right," There was a pause as the crowd watched Riley get up off Conway and lead off the ice by his fellow team members and coach.
"This does not look good at all, folks. One of the most promising rookies in this game is not moving. It looks as though he hit the post harder than we all think. The ref is signaling a strecher. It looks as though Conway is going to live, but is probably going to be off the ice for the rest of the season."
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Charlie Conway barely noticed what was going around him, but he did know that he was not in good shape. He felt his helmet get removed by one of he team mates after they carefully turned him over.
"Charlie? Charlie?" He heard several people call at once. The ice burned on his back and his shoulder went numb with pain. Why was he in this much pain? All he could remember was Riley coming up behind him and then falling on the ice. Falling never hurt this much before.
"We need to get him on the stretcher. On three. One. Two. Three!"
Charlie cried out in pain as he was lifted off the ice. His shoulder was aflamed with white hot pain! There was a bunch of worried voices asking questions, wondering if he was okay. And then Charlie was back lying on the ice. No...it wasn't ice. It was a stretcher.
Charlie's eyes were forced opened as the doctors examined him. He was strapped safely on the stretcher, much like Adam had been during their Pee-wee years. The burning pain in his shoulder brought him back to reality and after the doctor was finished checking to see if he had a concussion, Charlie looked over to his fellow team mates.
Guy had a comforting hand on Connie's shoulder and Adam was holding onto Charlie's hand, the one that wasn't attached to the shoulder that was burning with pain. Averman, Julie, and Fulton was near the stretcher, but was far enough away from it so the doctors could do their job.
And then Charlie saw his coach. A different coach than the other two he had had before. This coach was not as fun-loving as Bombay was, but he didn't put a cold front like Orion had. This coach was like the two of them put together, hard-working, but easy-going.
"It's going to be all right, Conway." His coach told him and Charlie closed his eyes again as he tried to move his injured arm. Not a bright idea, but he didn't want to sit out the rest of the season.
"Stop, Charlie. Just lie back and relax." Adam said to his friend, who did just that, but with pain jumping through his arm. A doctor was talking to his coach now, and the coach looked grim. They were going to bench him. He just knew it.
After the doctors did their work, they began to move the stretcher off the ice, but Charlie refused to let go of Adam's hand.
"Win it." He told his team mates. The Ducks. His friends, some he had known since he was in Pee-wees, gave him a reassuring smile.
"You got it...Spazway." Guy said, still having a hand on Connie's shoulder. Charlie couldn't help but laugh inwardly at his old nickname. He had been a spaz at hockey when he was younger. Hell even Luis with his stopping problem hadn't been as much of a spaz as he had been.
But now the old nickname was ironic, seeing how he was considered one of the top rookies of the year in the NHL. Yes, that's where they were now. The remaining seven Ducks were on the hockey team known as the Mighty Ducks in the NHL.
All the Ducks went their own ways after they graduated from Edan Hall Academy and only the seven of them continued on as the Ducks. Dwayne had went back south and joined the Dallas North Stars, a team that the remaining Ducks faced earlier in the season.
Goldburg...well, Goldy went back to his family business and actually found a girlfriend while working there. Dean Portman, the other Bash Brother, was somewhere in Chicago. None of the Ducks had heard from him since their last day in Edan Hall.
Russ Tyler went back to LA, back to his old home to play street puck, which he had told them before he left. Luis was in off in Europe, still chasing the women. And now another Duck was going to leave the game, even if it was only for a season.
"We'll get 'em for ya, Captain." Fulton said as Charlie let go of Adam and the doctors pushed the stretcher off the ice. Charlie wasn't the Captain of the team, but he was still considered to be the leader of the seven reamining Ducks.
He now knew how Bombay felt when he was injured in the minors, so close to the NHL. Only Charlie had been in the NHL, he gotten the chance to play in the big leagues, but now...now as he was being taken off the ice and watching a very satisfied looking Riley, Charlie wondered if a year was really as long as it seemed now.
Author's notes: Eh, that was only the prologue, more soon!