Runaway Hearts.
By: KidHeart4
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Ducks, or any of the characters. However I do own my characters Lis, Stealth, and Crystal. So please do not sue me.
Author's note: A story of the Brotherhood of The Blade. It is about Duke and Lis. Another romance I have created for the two. This has nothing to do with the series I am putting up, but I thought it was a sweet story and I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think of it, okay? It would mean a lot to me. Not for those who do not like romance.
Introduction
Two thieves were standing on a roof of a building of on a planet known as Puck World. They had just barely escaped from the museum, and without their prize none the less, thanks to the second man's carelessness. It was a rainy night, and cold winds blew around them. One of the two was half duck, the other was half falcon.
The first was the half duck with dark gray skin. He had the same charcoal colored hair with a premature streak through it. He had dark brown eyes and he a very serious expression spread over his young face. He stood at 5"10. He wore a burgundy and black almost skin tight body suit on from neck to foot, with a belt that carried many thieving tools in it.
The second was man was a few years older than his leader. He had tan skin, or feathers with white over his chest that was revealed by a tank top. He also wore baggy black Arabian pants. He also wore a red cape that hooked to a golden F symbol on his tank top.
"Well, well, look there,"the second man said while pointing at the ground.
There below the two, was a young girl trying to find shelter.
The younger one recognized her; she was the human that had arrived on Puck World one week ago. Though from what he had heard, she had not been able to find a home to stay at for being the alien she was to their kind.
"Yeah, so what?" The half duck questioned, still annoyed with him.
"Let's have some fun and scare her a bit," he snickered.
"Falcone, we're thieves, not people who terrorize girls," the darker man lectured.
"Suit yourself," the falcon said as he scaled down the wall.
The duck sighed as he followed, just to keep him out of trouble.
While she walked, she heard a man laughing. Frightened, she quickened her pace until she was running; but then she ran right into another man in front of her. She then fell back onto the ground, scraping her legs and ripping her jeans more than they were to begin with.
The poor girl was scared, who were these men? Were they going to kill her? She winced in pain as she was pushed forward, and she tripped and fell again. Now she began to bleed. Behind her the man snickered.
"Shut up, Falcone!" The man before her snapped.
The girl looked up as he continued,"How can you go so low as to hurt a young girl over a jewel ya failed ta steal?"
Then the younger man knelt down before her as he looked at her through the dark.
"Are you okay?"He asked.
She was still frightened, therefore she didn't speak while he looked her over.
She was a young human girl, still a teenager; and she had very pale skin and dark brown curly hair that was tied back; but her bangs tried to hide her blue green yellow eyes. She was wearing a torn white dress shirt and black flared jeans. He guessed that her height was about 5 foot, and she was very thin.
"It's okay, he's not gonna hurt ya anymore," he assured her.
"I'm scared," she stuttered.
"I know ya are, Angel," he informed.
He then gently brushed his fingers over her face. When he touched her, she felt so cold, and she was trembling. Also, on her cheeks, he felt tears running down her face.
"How long have ya been out here all alone?" The leader asked.
"For a week," she answered quietly.
"Have ya eaten?"
She shook her head.
"Then ya have ta be starvin'; why don't ya come wit' us?" He offered.
She looked over at Falcone, telling the leader that she was afraid of the half falcon.
"I promise he won't hurt ya again, please sweetheart, as an apology; come wit' us," the darker man insisted.
She hesitated, but soon enough she reached for his offered hand and he helped her up. Though he noticed that she couldn't keep walking, for she was weak from the lack of food.
"I say leave her," Falcone spat in an annoyed tone.
"Leave her ta die?!" The other demanded, "Falcone, you're heartless!"
He then walked over to her, "Hey, why don't ya let me carry ya?"
"No, you don't have to," she said nervously.
"It's okay sweetheart, ya don't need ta be frightened anymore," he assured her.
So then he carefully lifted her up into my strong arms as he carried her.
"So what's your name?"He asked curiously.
"Lis," was her answer.
"A lovely name," he told her, "my name is Duke."
With that Duke watched as she burried her face beneath his chin and fell asleep in his arms. He smiled; it was a sign that she felt safe around him.