Hey, I'm back with the second (edited) chapter! Great, huh? Okay, one thing, Duke and Allen are 8 years and 9 months, basicly 9 years, apart. I also went back and redid Allen's profile. I guess you could call it a profie anyway. . . On with the story.
Disclaimer: aww... geeze, you guys should know the routine by now. . . I own nothing but Allen and the story.
Ages:
Wing: 21
Dive: 17
Duke: 26
Grin: 28
Tanya: 23
Mallory: 20
***Past Fears, Past Memories***
~~Chapter 2~~
The room was quiet, with the acception of the occasional soft snores vibrating throughout the room. The young figure under the bed sheets stired from his restless sleep and yawned with a stretch. Nosedive sat up and wearily glanced at the figures sitting up in sleep on his bed. With another yawn, the young teen rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand, glanced at the two again, then shrugged to himself. He climbed over his older brother, being careful not to wake the light sleeper, and made his way towards his bathroom. There, he was able to get a good look at his appearance. He looked like. . . he couldn't decide WHAT he looked like, acually. His deep blue eyes were bloodshot with bags under them, his normally shiney, well kept blonde hair was limp and looked uncared for. With a groan, he leaned his forehead against the mirror.
"Man, I really need a good HOT shower. I feel like crud, and look like it, too. . ." Dive grumbled, going over to the shower stall and turning it on,"Yeah, a good shower'll wake me up. . ."
Stripping his night clothes, he stepped in, taking a few moments to enjoy the water splashing down on his body before grabbing the soap to lather up. A memory flashed across his mind as he passed over a forgotten scar on the side of his neck and front of his chest. Though healed, it was a deep scar. He hated it. It was one of the worst he'd ever gotten, and he had almost died from it. With a bit of frustration, he tried to shake the memory away, but it still played over in his head. . . .
"Listen, you worthless brat. Don't you ever, EVER back talk me again, understand?!" the figure of the 10 year old's father towered above the frightened boy," DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!?!"
"Y. . yes. . . s. . sir. . ." tears once again streamed down his face.
The man pulled out his pocket knife and held it up to the boy's throat.
"What was that, brat?" the child tried in vain to back away from the sharp blade before answering.
"Yes. . sir," the boy choked out again.
"Good, now come here. I SAID 'COME HERE'!" even more frigtened then before, the boy cowarded farther away.
"Please. . . I'm sorry,. . . I won't do it again," he sobbed.
"You're right, you won't," his father grabbed a handful of his blond, dirty, hair and slashed downward with the knife, cutting across the boy's neck and chest.
The child screamed in agony as a waterfall of tears cascaded down. . .
Nosedive snapped out of the memory with a start and, hurriedly, finished his shower. He climbed out and dried off, catching another glance at himself in the mirror.
'Oh, man. . . I still don't look fit for nothing. Maybe something to eat'll help. Yeah, that always works. . .'
Dive pulled on his t-shirt and jeans and peeked out his bathroom door to find Wing and Duke still sawing logs. With a slight chuckle, the teen crept out of his room and headed towards the kitchen with triple spicey tacos in mind.
~Back in Dive's room~
Duke gave a soft snort as he curled up in his sleep and muttered a few words of nonsense. . .
"Hey, Duke! Come see!" the 6 year old voice of young Allen cried excitedly from outside.
The 14 year old Duke gave a sigh as he closed his book and exited the house to see what his younger brother wanted.
The young duckling was in the backyard, skating around in circles. A grin went across the youngster's face when he saw Duke. Allen hurriedly skated up to him with his hockey stick in hand and his neck length dark gray, white streaked hair moving away from his face from the force of the wind.
"Duke! Watch me do my slapshot!"
"K,' shoot," Allen's deep sea green eyes sparkled with excitment then readied himself for his slapshot.
Duke watched as his little bro' skated from left to right, faking a glove shot and shot a high stick shot*. Allen punched the the air with his left fist and cheered. Duke ran up to him, scooping Allen up in his arms and twirling the young boy around.
"Great one, kiddo!" Duke said, putting Allen back on his skates.
"You really think so?"
"Yeap. C'mon, let's go get you a treat for that shot, huh?"
"Great! Ok!" Allen exclaimed, throwing his arms around Duke.
The two headed to the house to leave a note to their parents telling them where they were going. . . .
Duke gave a soft moan as he opened his eyes. A smile crept across his face as he thought about that lttle memory until the stiffness in his back and neck made him realize he wasn't in his bed. A soft snore greeted his ears and he looked around for the source to find Wildwing sleeping at the head of Nosedive's bed. That's when the ex-thief was reminded of the night before and realized that the teen was no where around. The open bathroom door indicated he wasn't there and the pile of night clothes on the floor was what got Duke into figuring that Nosedive had dressed and left the room.
'Hmm. . . figures. . . Werid for the kid to get up this early. Probably went to the kitchen, knowing him. Hope he's okay. That musta' been some nightmare last night. Guess I should get up since I'm awake. Awake. Yeah, right. That won't be until I have a cup of coffee. . .' Duke thought with a pop of his neck and a stretch.
He climbed off the bed and crept out the door with a silent prayer that he hadn't woke Wildwing. Upon entering the hall, he gave a shiver as the chilly air seeped in through his feathers.
"Gonna' have to do something about that air conditioner. It's freezing in here," the deep gray mallard muttered to himself, making his way towards the kitchen.
Duke soon entered the kitchen to be blinded by bright lights and then greeted by the voice of Nosedive.
"Hiya', Dukester! Great morning, huh? Opps. . sorry 'bout the lights, hee. . . Coffee?"
Duke blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust then nodded, "Sure, kid. Coffee'll be great. Wait. . . you're cooking?"
"Yeah, prob?" Nosedive placed a cup of coffee in his hands, "Black, just the way ya' like it, man."
"Thanks," Duke said softly, bringing the cup to his beak to take a sip, "Want some help?"
"Nah, I've got it. Paper's on the table if you want it," the teen stated, pointing to the neatly folded newspaper before moving back to the stove.
While Duke read the paper and drank his coffee, Nosedive whipped up a breakfast for the team. Pretty soon, Mallory entered the kitchen and was startled to find Dive in front of the stove wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and an apron, flipping pancakes and frying bacon and eggs. Not long afterward, Tanya and Grin made their way to the kitchen as well. Last, but not least, Wing stumbled in with a yawn and wearily sat at the table. For once, he didn't have the mask on, which was a rare thing for the leader of the team. Dive fixed him a cup of coffee as well, putting in the two sugars and creme he knew his brother wanted in it and set it in front of the tired leader. He set the table while the bacon was finishing and took out the pitcher of orange juice and jug of milk, setting them in the center of the table.
Meanwhile, while Dive was cooking, Duke was half reading the paper, half refering back to his dream from earlier. No, it was no dream, it was a memory. And he remembered it well, as well as many others. . .
~~Chapter 2~~
* (An: or for those of you that don't know, the stick side is the goalie's right and the glove, his/her left. Vise versa, if left handed.)
Sorry it took so long, guys. But, hey, I got two story chaps out in the same day. Not bad if I say so myself. Review please!
Disclaimer: aww... geeze, you guys should know the routine by now. . . I own nothing but Allen and the story.
Ages:
Wing: 21
Dive: 17
Duke: 26
Grin: 28
Tanya: 23
Mallory: 20
***Past Fears, Past Memories***
~~Chapter 2~~
The room was quiet, with the acception of the occasional soft snores vibrating throughout the room. The young figure under the bed sheets stired from his restless sleep and yawned with a stretch. Nosedive sat up and wearily glanced at the figures sitting up in sleep on his bed. With another yawn, the young teen rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand, glanced at the two again, then shrugged to himself. He climbed over his older brother, being careful not to wake the light sleeper, and made his way towards his bathroom. There, he was able to get a good look at his appearance. He looked like. . . he couldn't decide WHAT he looked like, acually. His deep blue eyes were bloodshot with bags under them, his normally shiney, well kept blonde hair was limp and looked uncared for. With a groan, he leaned his forehead against the mirror.
"Man, I really need a good HOT shower. I feel like crud, and look like it, too. . ." Dive grumbled, going over to the shower stall and turning it on,"Yeah, a good shower'll wake me up. . ."
Stripping his night clothes, he stepped in, taking a few moments to enjoy the water splashing down on his body before grabbing the soap to lather up. A memory flashed across his mind as he passed over a forgotten scar on the side of his neck and front of his chest. Though healed, it was a deep scar. He hated it. It was one of the worst he'd ever gotten, and he had almost died from it. With a bit of frustration, he tried to shake the memory away, but it still played over in his head. . . .
"Listen, you worthless brat. Don't you ever, EVER back talk me again, understand?!" the figure of the 10 year old's father towered above the frightened boy," DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!?!"
"Y. . yes. . . s. . sir. . ." tears once again streamed down his face.
The man pulled out his pocket knife and held it up to the boy's throat.
"What was that, brat?" the child tried in vain to back away from the sharp blade before answering.
"Yes. . sir," the boy choked out again.
"Good, now come here. I SAID 'COME HERE'!" even more frigtened then before, the boy cowarded farther away.
"Please. . . I'm sorry,. . . I won't do it again," he sobbed.
"You're right, you won't," his father grabbed a handful of his blond, dirty, hair and slashed downward with the knife, cutting across the boy's neck and chest.
The child screamed in agony as a waterfall of tears cascaded down. . .
Nosedive snapped out of the memory with a start and, hurriedly, finished his shower. He climbed out and dried off, catching another glance at himself in the mirror.
'Oh, man. . . I still don't look fit for nothing. Maybe something to eat'll help. Yeah, that always works. . .'
Dive pulled on his t-shirt and jeans and peeked out his bathroom door to find Wing and Duke still sawing logs. With a slight chuckle, the teen crept out of his room and headed towards the kitchen with triple spicey tacos in mind.
~Back in Dive's room~
Duke gave a soft snort as he curled up in his sleep and muttered a few words of nonsense. . .
"Hey, Duke! Come see!" the 6 year old voice of young Allen cried excitedly from outside.
The 14 year old Duke gave a sigh as he closed his book and exited the house to see what his younger brother wanted.
The young duckling was in the backyard, skating around in circles. A grin went across the youngster's face when he saw Duke. Allen hurriedly skated up to him with his hockey stick in hand and his neck length dark gray, white streaked hair moving away from his face from the force of the wind.
"Duke! Watch me do my slapshot!"
"K,' shoot," Allen's deep sea green eyes sparkled with excitment then readied himself for his slapshot.
Duke watched as his little bro' skated from left to right, faking a glove shot and shot a high stick shot*. Allen punched the the air with his left fist and cheered. Duke ran up to him, scooping Allen up in his arms and twirling the young boy around.
"Great one, kiddo!" Duke said, putting Allen back on his skates.
"You really think so?"
"Yeap. C'mon, let's go get you a treat for that shot, huh?"
"Great! Ok!" Allen exclaimed, throwing his arms around Duke.
The two headed to the house to leave a note to their parents telling them where they were going. . . .
Duke gave a soft moan as he opened his eyes. A smile crept across his face as he thought about that lttle memory until the stiffness in his back and neck made him realize he wasn't in his bed. A soft snore greeted his ears and he looked around for the source to find Wildwing sleeping at the head of Nosedive's bed. That's when the ex-thief was reminded of the night before and realized that the teen was no where around. The open bathroom door indicated he wasn't there and the pile of night clothes on the floor was what got Duke into figuring that Nosedive had dressed and left the room.
'Hmm. . . figures. . . Werid for the kid to get up this early. Probably went to the kitchen, knowing him. Hope he's okay. That musta' been some nightmare last night. Guess I should get up since I'm awake. Awake. Yeah, right. That won't be until I have a cup of coffee. . .' Duke thought with a pop of his neck and a stretch.
He climbed off the bed and crept out the door with a silent prayer that he hadn't woke Wildwing. Upon entering the hall, he gave a shiver as the chilly air seeped in through his feathers.
"Gonna' have to do something about that air conditioner. It's freezing in here," the deep gray mallard muttered to himself, making his way towards the kitchen.
Duke soon entered the kitchen to be blinded by bright lights and then greeted by the voice of Nosedive.
"Hiya', Dukester! Great morning, huh? Opps. . sorry 'bout the lights, hee. . . Coffee?"
Duke blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust then nodded, "Sure, kid. Coffee'll be great. Wait. . . you're cooking?"
"Yeah, prob?" Nosedive placed a cup of coffee in his hands, "Black, just the way ya' like it, man."
"Thanks," Duke said softly, bringing the cup to his beak to take a sip, "Want some help?"
"Nah, I've got it. Paper's on the table if you want it," the teen stated, pointing to the neatly folded newspaper before moving back to the stove.
While Duke read the paper and drank his coffee, Nosedive whipped up a breakfast for the team. Pretty soon, Mallory entered the kitchen and was startled to find Dive in front of the stove wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and an apron, flipping pancakes and frying bacon and eggs. Not long afterward, Tanya and Grin made their way to the kitchen as well. Last, but not least, Wing stumbled in with a yawn and wearily sat at the table. For once, he didn't have the mask on, which was a rare thing for the leader of the team. Dive fixed him a cup of coffee as well, putting in the two sugars and creme he knew his brother wanted in it and set it in front of the tired leader. He set the table while the bacon was finishing and took out the pitcher of orange juice and jug of milk, setting them in the center of the table.
Meanwhile, while Dive was cooking, Duke was half reading the paper, half refering back to his dream from earlier. No, it was no dream, it was a memory. And he remembered it well, as well as many others. . .
~~Chapter 2~~
* (An: or for those of you that don't know, the stick side is the goalie's right and the glove, his/her left. Vise versa, if left handed.)
Sorry it took so long, guys. But, hey, I got two story chaps out in the same day. Not bad if I say so myself. Review please!