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*wipes her eyes* Thank you guys for all the reviews*sobs* I was so happy! I thought that this story was bad and then so many people write so many reviews!*cries even harder*
Okay. The Second Chapter*smiles* I finally wrote it. The weather was just to nice and my bike was calling me...*runs to her bike*...so it took me some time until I finally settled down in front of my computer!

I changed between Wing's and Dive's POW, so don't be confused. It was easier to write, for me as a non-native-English speaking person(can you say that? Never Mind.)
And I decided to use subway. Sounds better. What else?*scratches head* Mighty Ducks belong to somebody else...



Help

by Kaeera




Second chapter:

Little brother, where are you?

I hate myself for worrying. But I can't change it. I am the big brother. Sometimes I wonder whether I ever be hardened enough to stay cool in such a situation.
It's just the fact that I couldn't live anymore if something happened to Dive.
He's the only one who's left of my family.
Sometimes – no, very often – I wish that I could be as young as Nosedive. When you are a teen, you take things more relaxed.
Dive is facing so many problems a teen shouldn't have to face – he's far away from home, he has to fight, and then the memory of the war which is hunting you every night....even me.
And through this he managed it to keep his open mind and his lively attitude.

Which won't prevent me from doing terrible things to him when he comes home.

I bet that he is somewhere in the city, reading a comics and eating tacos. He seems never to think that people may worry about him. Perhaps because he doesn't worry himself?
Don't know.

What's so interesting about these comics books, anyway?
In my opinion, they are boring.

But well. That's Dives thing.

Shouldn't start arguing in that point. It isn't worth arguing with pigheaded little Nosedive.
He will drive you crazy!

So, where is he???


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Okay, okay....I don't panic....it's dark, but I don't mind it...
I'm strong! It's just darkness....you see, they will sure come to rescue you. Soon.
So, stay calm and ignore the pain...

I couldn't...I just couldn't.

My head....it hurt so bad. I could feel the blood trickling down my face. It was so warm...
And I couldn't stop it.
A voice deep inside of me told me that it is definitely not good when your head was bleeding like that....but it was better to ignore it.
Wildwing would rescue me. He was my big brother. He had the mask. And he was the leader of the Mighty Ducks.

But even Wildwing can fail.....

Bitter, sarcastic thoughts were wandering through my mind. I really wanted to be at home in time! I was so proud when I reached the subway train.
Maybe I should accept it that I am a person – a duck – who always comes too late.

What a looser....

Slowly I rested my head against the wall. What happened to the other people? Were they....dead?
I shuddered...Alone and hurt in a dark wagon with some corpses...

Don't panic don't panic don't panic don't panic don't panic....

Stay calm....you are strong you are strong you can live through that I know it you are strong stay calm don't panic you will manage this you can do it....

I CAN'T!!!!

I was frightened like hell. Couldn't I do something?
This was the moment I slapped myself for forgetting my new mobile phone at the Pond.
But well, it wouldn't have worked anyway.

I began to count the minutes....when would the others have noticed that I wasn't – like usually – too late?
And, most important question, would they notice it before it was too late?

What when you will die here?

Alone?

Scared?

Hurt?

What when you will die in this darkness? What when they never come? What when they...forgot...about you?

No, I didn't want to die! I was too young!

I tried to contact my big brother mentally – normally I didn't believe to such nonsense, but in situations like this you grab every piece of hope you can get.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

And help didn't come.....



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"Maybe I should call the police.", I said and watched the clock. Midnight. Nosedive had never been that late.

"Human police?", Mallory snorted. "I don't trust them. The only things they can do is eating donuts!"

"Yeah, but we can't sit here and do nothing.", Duke pointed out.

I watched the faces of my team-mates. Mallory seemed to be very angry. For she, Nosedives attitude to the time was just horrible and annoying. Duke was worried like me, even if he tried to cover it. Grin, like always, stayed calm. "My friend, did you try to contact Nosedive?"

"Sure.", I buried my face in my hands. "But he forgot his mobile phone."

Little brother, where are you?

"In my opinion it would be the best if we contact the police.", Tanya suggested, "I mean, even when they are as lazy as Mallory describes it, they are usually the first ones who get new information."

"I think it's too early for that. Our little friends may be just enjoying some joys of teenager life. Let us wait little more, then we can search him."

I nodded. That would be really the best.

"Let's see if we can get some sleep.", I rubbed my eyes tiredly. When I left the room, I could hear Mallory who mumbled angrily: "When I catch this little brat....".

Mallory and Nosedive....are there more extreme opposites?

No wonder that they always quarrel and fight. Okay, everybody fights with Nosedive from time to time. Hey, you would be angry, too, if someone puts his stinky socks in your room – and you wonder what the hell smells so bad!


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How long had I been in this train? Hours? Days? Or just minutes?
I didn't know it. Sometimes I fell unconscious, but never for long. Although I didn't have a clock to control it.
With the time I preferred it to 'sleep'. Because when I woke up, the pain came. And the fear. And , as the most terrible thing, the thoughts.
You couldn't do different things than thinking.
Sometimes I yelled for help, but my voice was cracky and too soft. And I didn't believe anymore that the other people were alive. I was alone.
And my only hope was it that my team-mates came to rescue me.
What did take them this long?
Didn't they miss me?

What if they don't miss me? As the jerk I can be, they may be happy about my death....

No, Wildwing would never do that! He was my brother, he had always protected me!

Maybe he protected me enough...

And the others....for them I am just the fifth wheel. They don't need me. They can fight better without me....or?

No. I had to stop this thinking.
It was driving me mad. What the hell happened to me?

"I.HATE.THIS.DAY!", I yelled and regretted it immediately when a coughing fit shook my damaged body. In my mouth I could taste the bitter smell of blood.

I was dying...I was dying and nobody would come to help me!

HELP!

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"Wildwing, did you hear the news?"

I jerked up and watched a breathless Duke who was standing in the door of my room. I looked around. What the....Did I sleep?
I glanced at the clock. 01.47
And Nosedive wasn't at home yet...

"What news?", I asked while standing up.

"In the city....an accident...with a subway train.", Duke said panting, "There was a gas explosion and a tunnel crashed....the train slammed the rocks! And the rescue teams are unable to reach it because of the instability of the tunnel!"

I stared at him in shock. "You won't tell me that Nosedive is in this train, not?"

"Well....", he looked down to the ground.

"Duke, tell me!", I yelled and shook him.

"Okay, okay!", I saw the sad and worried look in his eyes and immediately know the answer. "Dive would have taken this train if he wanted to be here in time....Tanya checked the video cameras of the station and saw how dive entered the train....5 minutes before the explosion."

Silence.

"No", I whispered.

Nosedive....little brother...please don't be dead!

You couldn't....

"Do the others know about this?", I shouted and rushed to the door.

"Grin and Tanya do know...", Duke replied and tried to follow me.

"Okay, contact Mallory and tell her that we will meet in 10 minutes. We have to check if Nosedive is in this train, and if he is, we have to rescue him as fast as possible!"

Duke nodded and ran into the opposite direction. I watched my clock. 01.52 o'clock.
Nosedive was supposed to be at home at 8 o'clock – that meant he was in this train for nearly 6 hours! Hurt, alone, frightened....

I prayed that Nosedive wasn't in this train, that my lil' bro was just too late, like always....that he would enter the next minutes and tell me that he had found some
new interesting comics....

But deep inside I knew that this wasn't true. Nosedive would never be this late. One hour okay. Sometimes 2 hours. But 6 hours? No.

And I had been mad with him! What if he was dead?
Then my last words to him would have been: "Come back at 8 o'clock, and don't be too late!"
Horrible thought.
No, Nosedive couldn't be dead! He was strong!
Not, little brother? You are the strongest! You managed so many things! You will manage this one, too! I am sure! And help is coming....you will manage this

Hopefully....

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You are a looser....

Nobody cares for you...

Wildwing, he wouldn't protect you if you wasn't his brother. You are a jerk, an idiot, a clown.

Maybe it would be better when you died...

Looser...

Look at you – sitting in the darkness and crying like a baby. And you want to be a member of the Mighty Ducks?

See it, Dive, you just don't earn it!

Without your brother you would have died on Puckworld!

There was nothing you managed on your own – without crashing things and making jokes.

Hell, they others won't search you.

So, die.

Die in peace.

That the others will never be bothered by you again.

And help will never come....

To be continued...



And if you have suggestions how I should continue, then please write me! Either in your review or in a mail(dragonbeing@hotmail.com). And feel free to write (constructive) criticism - I am thankful for everything which helps me to improve my stories!
Thanks for reading!!*waves*

;-) Kaeera