Sorry this took me so long, but I had some kind of writers block right in the middle of the chapter and well, I just couldn't post just half of it, it wouldn't have been enough. Hell, it's still not enough, but I don't want you to wait any longer.
Great thanks go to:
Angel362 ! Thanks for your encouraging words! You made my day! It was raining outside when I read your Review and guess what? Suddenly the sun was shining inside of me, you really enlightened my mood! Thanks a lot!
And to:
SaphireCatElf ! I loved your constructive criticism! It was really helpful, maybe you noticed that I changed the spelling errors you pointed out? Well anyway I thank you for liking my first attempt with the Mighty Ducks. I hope you're going to continue to like it, cause I had a sudden idea I'm going to bring into the story, which will either delay my planned plot, or twist it, so the more important part will come sooner.
I'm rally unsure about it, but hope it wont ruin the story. We'll see, I think.
I just love it to write Grin (don't ask why) even if it doesn't seem like it, 'cause he hasn't been one of the most active part of the story, but I'm going to change that within the next chapter! (Or the one after, who knows? Well, ok, I should know, but as I haven't written more than you see below, I really don't!) And NOOOOOOOOW:
CHAPTER 3:
Wildwing woke up in the infirmary. His first thought was about nothing in particular, but somehow his eyes had managed to stay with the last picture they had absorbed before looking at the blackness of his eyelids. Then it hit him. YELLOW! How could someone's eyes be yellow? He had no answer to this question, but it was the needed confirmation that Duke was right. Had been right all the time and he hadn't really believed him. He felt guilty for not believing in his fellow comrade, but then his mind was filled with the urge to tell him. Tell Duke that he had seen 'The Shadow' he'd told them about.
He opened his eyes and sat up, only to find out, that his back was aching like never before, so he groaned and fell back into the soft pillows.
Nosedive was halfway lying on the infirmary bed, halfway still sitting in the chair he must've pulled up to watch Wildwing sleep, well now it was him asleep, with his big bro' awake. Wildwing risked a glance through the infirmary, after smiling fondly at his lil' bro'. Tanya was hunched over, above a keyboard, sleeping in front of the medical computer. Grin was sitting lotus style before the wall next to the door, Duke and Mallory were asleep in two of the other infirmary beds. They had some bandages, but to him it seemed that nothing serious was wrong with them.
He just sighed to himself and called the memory of this strange eyes back into awareness, while struggling to find a solution as to why 'The Shadow' helped them and never revealed himself. He was startled by the door sliding open, revealing their manager.
W: "Phil." He greeted weakly.
P: "Hey, booba. What happened? Are you hurt? Do you think you can play on Friday?"
W: "Sure." He managed to cut Phil off, before he could entangle himself too much into his worries.
P: "Oh, good! You know you had me worried there for just some hours?" he reproached him.
W: "Sorry, that was not my intention."
P: "Well then, I'm gonna go. I have some errands to run for some new publicity stunts."
Wildwing just groaned while Phil left the infirmary.
T: "You're conscious again!"
Wing was startled by Tanya awaking from the door sliding closed, after Phil had left.
W: "Yeah." He just affirmed.
T: "Good. How do you feel?"
W: "Not that great. I've been better, but I think it could have been worse."
T: "Yes, surely. Let's see...you have two broken ribs, I mended them surgically and fixed them to stay in place with some metal...and you broke your right wrist, along with some cuts and bruises all over your back...so all in all your not in shape for any battle nor game as it is for let's say...the next two months."
W: "What?" he exclaimed alarmed. "Then who's gonna play Goalie? You know as well as I do that we don't have any reserve!"
T: "Well, in that case, we'll have to find someone for the job. Don't you think?" She replied coldly.
W: "I'm afraid you're right Tauny, like always." He sighed. Great! This is just great! We´re not going to win the Stanley Cup this year. mental sigh Man...and I was soo hoping we could win it again this year...it would have been our third, and it in a row, that is! I just don't believe it! I bet Dragaunus did that on purpose!
Duke had been hit on his left shoulder, but as it wasn't that bad he could play, just like Mallory, she had just a cut on her right forearm and another on her left hip.
So two days later, when they held tryouts for a reserve goalie the whole team, except Wildwing, was on the ice.
In the end it took them nine hours and twenty-seven minutes until they had the 3 best players, but they were still nowhere near as good as Wing.
They decided to call it to an end and call on of the three for the next practice and went to bed, really exhausted and way too early for Duke and Dive.
They were both as exhausted as the rest of the team, but Dive just couldn't go to bed without telling Wing how much some of the tryout players sucked.
Of course he had watched all of it, Tanya had helpfully provided a monitor to watch it on, it had taken only seven minutes for her to connect the security cameras to the computer in the infirmary, so Wildwing could be watching the screen while lying in his infirmary bed. Finally the evening ended for Wildwing with falling asleep three hours later, while Nosedive was telling him about some faults of the 278 tryout goalie. Shortly after that Nosedive laid down on another bed, the one closest to his brother and fell into a deep slumber right away.
For Duke, it was an old habit to stay up until the early morning hours. And as old habits die hard, he decided to get some fresh air and went to sit on top of the pond, looking at the charming stars, above the twinkling streetlights.
Wr: "Still up?" asked a familiar voice behind him.
Duke spun around only to be dragged into blackness.
He awoke some hours later. He sat up and looked around only to find himself in a holding cell of the Raptor. He recognized it at once. There was no need to look for his saber, surely they had disarmed him before closing him away, but still he attempted it, it was like a reflex to him, his hand reached the empty space of his loved weapon. Couldn't have expected to have some luck, now could I?
Just then Chameleon walked by. "Oh look! The Duckie is awake!" he screeched.
And there goes the rest of my luck.
Then Seige came in and dragged him out of the cell, after putting some restraints onto him. Now his wrists were tied together behind him, connected with a chain, which was also connected to another chain leading towards his ankles, which were tied together, making it hard for him to walk without stumbling, also the chain connecting his wrists to his ankles was a bit too short for him, so he had to walk with his knees bent, which added to the difficulty of walking.
Dr: "Hahahahaha. If it isn't one of the oh soo mighty Ducks!" Dragaunus jubilated with joy.
Seige made him go down on bended knees, so he was even lower down, now nearly lying on the floor, with Dragaunus towering above him.
Se: "What do you want with him, boss?" he asked maliciously.
Dr: "Nothing. He's not important and I'm not interested in him. I just have one question for you." Surprisingly he looked directly at Chameleon. "Do you want to play with him?"
I know it's sort of evil to stop at this point, but it's the following part I'm unsure about, so don't expect it too soon.
Just to let you know: YES, I CAN BE CRUEL! And I might be going to prove it, or not who knows, not me, no, don't look at me, I have no idea! REALLY!
Well, I'm going to try and continue writing on 'a boring day...?...' or my other MD fic, it's in German though, so maybe I shouldn't...or I could write something wholly new and different...a crossover?...selfinsert?...What would you think about me, visiting my family in Anaheim? (I really have two cousins over there and they even live in Anaheim, so why not?) I think I should shut up now, so good night! (or whatever it is when, if, you're reading this!)
Ciao! Until next time! (I'm talking way too much!) °
Dendey
