Chapter Four
Two days, three days, then five days. Danger had been missing for five hole days. His teammates efforts to find him had been continually met with dismal results. The thought of his potential demise was beginning to take its toll on the entire teem. But none worst than Lexi.
She had racked her brain over and over again in search of some solution. But still, no Danger. She felt like kicking down every door and tearing up the city till she found him. But being a hero meant that she couldn't do things like that. Even if she could, she knew it probably wouldn't help. Which simply frustrated her all the more.
On the sixth night following Danger's disappearance, Lexi decided on venting some of her frustration by taking a ride through the city on one of the team's motorcycles. Surely if she patrolled the streets long enough, she would run into some form of criminal in need of a beating.
Over the course of the night, she beat the stuffing out of at least twenty different thugs and lowlifes. But none of the fights lasted long enough to truly vent her frustrations. She continued to scour the city in search of trouble, eventually finding it in the form of a dark clad figure skulking about on the rooftop of a museum.
She parked her motorcycle. Then rushed off in pursuit, quickly scaling the side of the building. She scanned the roof for the thief's point of entry after reaching the top, but found no signs of forced entry.
There was no hole in the skylight, the door to the stairwell appeared untouched, and the ventilation system wasn't missing a single screw. But she could certainly hear someone inside. So trusting her instincts, she peered into the museum through the skylight. What she saw inside was the same dark figure as before, carefully disarming the security system which protected a rather large jewel.
Deciding to be forward, she crashed through the skylight, setting off the alarm and landing with a great clatter.
Alerted by Lexi's loud entrance, the thief turned to face her. They stared each other down, both attempting to size up their opponent.
From up close, Lexi could see how oddly familiar the thief looked, despite the mask he was wearing. But she wasn't particularly interested in that at the moment. She wanted to fight. And he was all too happy to oblige.
They charged each other, ready to trade blows. Lexi landed the first, a kick to the side of his face. The force of it took him off his feet and spun him as he continued falling forward, causing him to land flat on his back. She had every right to believe he would stay down after that. But he didn't. Instead, he jumped back to his feet, quickly moving into a fighting stance. This was definitely no ordinary thief. But that was all the better. She wanted a real fight.
They charged each other once again. But this time, something was different. Just as they were about to meet, he suddenly disappeared in a bright flash of light, reappearing behind her. He struck with both hands linked together, sending her staggering forward. He vanished again, reappearing in front of her and delivering a sharp blow to her abdomen. As she doubled over in pain, he grabbed her, hurling her into one of the museum exhibits. She landed painfully, and was then buried under the falling contents of the exhibit.
Satisfied that his opponent most likely wouldn't be getting up very soon, the masked duck turned his attention back to the jewel he had come for. He lifted it from its pedestal with minimal effort, despite its impressive weight. Then made his way to the nearest window.
"Later dumpling." He taunted in a voice identical to Danger's. He then made his exit, leaving Lexi buried beneath the exhibit.
She lay there, dazed and unable to move. Though it wasn't injury which had left her in such a state. It was confusion over what had just happened.
Not only had her opponent used one of Danger's powers, he had also spoken in his voice.
But that was impossible, wasn't it? The person who had just robber a museum and struck her without hesitation, couldn't possibly be Danger she told herself. Even as her eyes filled with tears.
(A.N) Poor Lexi. I truly hated allowing something like that to happen. But it was necessary for the sake of the story.