Sorry it's taking so long, I'm trying to update my other stories, too. This may take a while.
acosta pérez josé ramiro: Glad to see you liked the flashback, it just came to me. You'll find out more in this chapter and as to who can snap him out of it, well, you've definentely hit the money on one of them.
LavenderWonder: Hehe, sorry about the cliff hanger. I'm glad you like Gizmoduck, he had been my one of my favorite character in Ducktales.
Ailurophobia
Chapter six: Revelations
Gizmoduck activated his stealth mode as he moved underground from over City Hall. It looked like that Molieraty was behind this and only he, Gizmoduck, could stop his misdeeds. Of course, he didn't know the first thing about this guy. Maybe he should contact Darkwing and see if he knows about...
The thought of his teammate made him remember about this morning. He hadn't expected any explanation from Darkwing, considering his ego, but he was surprised to get one without a fight. More then he bargained for, of course. He could not remember when he had ever been so angry enough to actually attempt to fly across the world to clobber someone, but that's what he had felt. He didn't know why, but he felt that he had failed. Failed as a protector of justice. He wished the Gizmosuit had been invented when he was growing up, but even he knew that a kid in a supersuit couldn't do anything against an experienced Quack fu master.
'Why did the age of Superheroes come now? Why couldn't it have begun years ago, when Darkwing needed a hero the most?' Gizmoduck thought, sadly. The Gizmoduck part of him kept on telling him that justice will be swift on those who did evil and that Tanaka will pay someday for this. But the Fenton part of him was having a hard time believing that. If Justice was so swift and true, why didn't anyone stop Tanaka before Darkwing went through all this? And even if Tanaka got his just desserts, it didn't change anything. Darkwing would still have the scars of that torture as well as the psychological trauma. To top it off, Darkwing's fear was now public info. His enemies would use this everytime he appeared and the media would continue to laugh at him. He sighed; perhaps now was a time to get to know Darkwing better. Despite him and Darkwing being strong rivals in the battle of publicity and race of justice, he did honest-to-goodness see Darkwing as someone to watch his back or to talk to, he even saw him as a friend. Not the best of friends, but friends none-the-less. He had to stop Molieraty and get back to the surface.
'It is a hero's job to protect the innocents, but it is a friend's job to help your friends when they truely need it.' He thought. He didn't know why, but he felt that something was going to happen and the target would be a certain masked mallard. He looked over his hiding spot and noticed a group of moles with pickets.
"Aha, there you are! STOP ENEMIES OF PEACE!" He jumped off and landed in front of them. "FOR I, GIZMODUUUUUCK, DEFENDER OF THE UNDERDOG, AM HERE TO STOP YOUR EVIL AND WRONGDOING WAYS! IN THE NAME OF OF JUSTICE AND THE INNOCENCE OF ALL CHILDREN EVERYWHERE, YOU WILL BE STOPPED!" He announced. That was dramatic enough. Now to get serious and find the source of the problem and neutralize him!
"So, where's the guy in charge of this fiendish fiasco?" He had just realized that he had no idea what Molieraty looked like.
"You're standing on him." One of the moles said in an almost too casual voice.
Gizmoduck looked down and realized that he had landed on top on Molieraty. "Whoopsies!"
"Get this walking junkheap off of me!" the poor mole ordered/whined.
Gizmoduck moved away and looked at the mole, who had tire tracks on his back. "Well, ummmm, now that I have your attention. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST, SURRENDER OR RECEIVE A SOUND BEATING!"
"That's what you think, Surface driver!" Molierarty sneered as he noticed Gizmoduck had wheels instead of feet. He raised his hands in a commanding fashion. "Do it now!"
Gizmoduck heard something being shot straight at him from behind. He twirled around and caught it with both hands. It was a grey metal ball the size of a dodgeball. Before he could gloat about this, an electrical current attacked his body. He found all sensors were off-line and he couldn't move a muscle.
"I hope you're comfy in that position, because you're going to be like that for, oh say, forever, give or take." He turned and looked at his men. "Okay boys, Contact Steelbeak and tell him we have a new statue to give to St. Canard."
"Steelbeak! He's involved!"
Molierarty regarded Gizmoduck with a condescending glare. "Of course he's involved. We are temporaily working with that arrogant poultry to put you and your cohots out of commission. Your friends, who have also been lead away, will soon be in the same position."
"Darkwing will stop you for sure! Even he will notice we haven't reported back."
"Oooohhh, I'm afraid that Darkwing has his own problems to deal with." He signalled one of his sub-ordinates to turn on his t.v. moniters. On a large screen, one can plainly see a terrified duck in purple surrounded by innumerble cats.
"Wingy!" Gizmoduck gasped, even he could see that Darkwing may die of a heart attack.
"This is all so amusing! I'm recording this so I could watch this over and over again. In fact, I think I know some supervillians that would pay an eyeteeth for this!" He chortled.
"You... you... you CAD!" Gizmoduck growled. He tried to call forth his powers, any power to get out of this, but it was no use.
He was stuck.
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Country club...
Goose Lee smirked as the large eggmen jumped at his presence.
"I do hope I'm not interrupting something." Goose Lee smirked as he got in his balancing crane stance. He made a 'come here' motion to them, hoping they would attack him all at once.
He was not disappointed.
Launchpad was still struggling against the ropes, while Quiverwing got an arrowhead in her mouth to try to cut hers. They stopped when they heard a commotion outside. They heard yelps and shrieks and the occasional body slam. Suddenly, the door was pulled open, revealing a large oriental duck in a hawaiian shirt.
"Those fools didn't even bother to lock the door."
"Master Goose Lee? Is that you?" Launchpad asked as he stared the Darkwing's sensei.
"Well, it isn't Jackdaw Chan. The Eggmen have been dealt with. Come on out and explain to me what is going on here." He reached forward and snapped the ropes off easily. He looked inside the van.
"Where is Darkwing?" He demanded. 'He's not here? Where could he be?'
"Steelbeak threw him somewhere where he's surrounded by cats. He's hoping to scare him or something."
This did not bode well for the Grandmaster. "What! We have to find him before it's too late, do you have any idea how terrified he is of these animals?"
"Yeah, we didn't realize how bad his fear was until he tried to face his fear the past few days by putting cats all over the house. But they all ended horribly! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get him to stop running once he gets going?" Quiverwing added as she remembered his every reaction to the sight of cats.
"DARKWING DID WHAT! He tried to... and without me to supervise. Ohhhh, the fool! I should have known his pride would have resorted to this! His ego will soon be the death of us all!" Goose Lee complained.
"Hey! What's the matter with you? Darkwing is trying to fight his fear. I'd think you would be proud of him for that." Launchpad said with a hint of anger.
"Not with the consequences involved! Especially with no one strong enough to stop him when he snaps!"
There, Quivy and L.P looked confused. Stop him? Snap?
"Why would we want to do that, it's just a phobia, it's not like he's a danger to society." Launchpad said with his trademark blank expression.
Master Lee looked sharply at Launchpad. Scanning his face, he knew that something wasn't right.
"How much exactly did Darkwing tell you about the Neko-ken?"
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The roof of the Country club...
Steelbeak growled in frustration.
He had found no sign of Professor Von Drake or his newest invention. In fact, according to his men, they couldn't even find him in St.Canard, which meant he wasn't even in the city yet. What was wrong with these eccentric genius, were they too good for a party to show up early?
" 'Igh Command ain't gonna like dis. Where is dat guy?" He complained to his Eggmen, who shrugged in response.
He sighed. "Ah well, he'll show soon enough. And at least da justice dorks are getting their butts handed to dem, 'specially Dopewing." he sighed. "Geez, I don't even feel good about winning dis." Steelbeak complained. He couldn't believe after all the pain and humilation he had gone through, Darkwing would be done in so pathetically.
"Well, at least kitty will finally get 'is lunch." Steelbeak commented. Still, for reasons unknown, he called his insurence agent.
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St. Canard's 2nd National bank...
Morgana struggled with the rope wrapped around her body. She growled and continued to call Tuskernenni words that would make even Steelbeak blush. She normally was more cultured then that, but this guy really crossed the lines with her. At the moment, she was tied to a wooden pole with firewood surrounding her. The cameras were positioned so that they got all of her sides and the air reeked of gasoline. She was currently wearing a discrimnating witch garb with a pointy hat with her hair down. Included with that garb was a grey pendant. It looked worthless and tacky to the untrained eye, but any new-born witchling would recognize a magical cancelation pendant when they saw one. And she had failed to see those penguins sneak up behind her to put it around her neck.
"We will now do a remake of the famous movie, the 'Salem Witch Trials' . It will be glorious, superb, dramatic and," Tuskernenni gave Morgana a malicious grin. "It will be realistic. Places everyone, I want this to be perfect. After all," He chuckled, cruelly. "We can only do this scene once."
"Ooooooohhhhh, You'll be filming your last scene when I get out of this!" She growled. She tried to do even a simple lightning spell, but all it did was burn her fingers.
"I highly doubt that, my dear. Oh, keep that scowl, it will make you look more like a witch." He chortled when she struggled on her ropes in an attempt to strangle him. A penguin walked towards him with a laptop with the F.O.W.L. logo on the screen. Tuskernenni pressed a key and Steelbeak's face appeared.
"Hey, Tusky! 'ows it hangin', did ya burn da witch yet?"
"I'm afraid not! She refuses to co-operate with the script and I want this to be absolutely perfect. What about you, dear boy? Did you get rid of that uncultured buffoon yet? I do not want him having any more creative liberties on my movie."
"Well damn! She looks good in dat dress!" He gave Morgana a regretful look. "Too bad youse gots bad taste in men, we coulda 'ad somethin'."
"STEELBEAK! I should have known you were in on this! As soon as I get out of this, I'm having Chicken salad for my next dinner date with Darkwing."
"Oooohhh, I'm shaking in my Armani suit! By the way, Witchy-poo, youse don't 'ave ta worry 'bout Dopewing anymore. Cause chances are, he's already dead. Being eaten alive by my new pet, Kitty, can do that to a duck."
Darkwing? Dead?
"Forget that scowl! Cecile, tape those tears! They are far more dramatic."
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Warehouse...
'Gonna die! Gonna die! Gonna die!'
Darkwing tried to lower breathing down and think happy thoughts, but the cats clawed and rubbed themselves on him to make sure they got his attention, (Which they did, successfully.) They could smell his fear coursing through his veins and combined with the intoxicating smell of the catnip... it was heaven. Darkwing was about to be reduced to a gibbering moron when a thought hit him! (And this time, not in the litteral sense.)
Gosalyn
He had just remembered that Steelbeak had her! Who knew what that maniac was doing to her right now? For all he knew, she could be dead?
"No!" Darkwing screamed as he shook that thought off of his head. He didn't even want to consider that possibilty! In fact, the very thought scared him more then the cats. Closing his eyes, Darkwing stood up and walked towards what looked like a door to him. He took deep calming breaths and tried to remember the manta he had learned from the monks in Tibet. The manta was not exactly working, he froze each time a cat hissed or scratched him.
'No! Think of Gosalyn! Steelbeak is probably torturing her right now!'
He walked as fast as he could, but now all the cats in the warehouse had awakened. They indeed seemed curious and even angry of this new intruder. The meowing was all he could hear, the cats were all he could see, the teeth and claws were all that mattered in his mind at the moment. His terror was going over the top!
'DAMN IT, IGNORE THEM! THINK OF GOSALYN! GOSALYN!' Darkwing's sub-conscious practically screamed. He nodded to himself and decided to keep on going. Just a few more steps and he could just open the door. And when he achieved that, he was going to make Steelbeak wish he had finished him off on the roof. There, the door! Freedom was just the turn of the doorknob. He grabbed it and opened the door to his exit.
... A large tiger blocked his path.
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Back of the Country club...
"...And he told us it was a failed move, too. My best friend was put through something that goes beyond child abuse." It still brought tears in the pilot's eyes.
"Where were you when this was happening? Where were you when Darkwing needed you the most? He could have died and you wouldn't have known it until Tanaka brought his corpse to you!" Quiverwing growled. Tanaka was not here to feel her hatred so Goose Lee simply had to do for now.
"Gos, calm down." Launchpad said calmly. "Goose Lee is not at fault in this. At least, let us hear his side of the story. I'm pretty sure Darkwing left some parts out."
'Launchpad, you have no idea!' Goose Lee thought. Listening to them confirmed his suspicions. How could Darkwing leave so many important information out. He didn't even warn them of the dangers of his phobia.
"I'm afraid you are right. Darkwing has left out some very important information about the neko-ken" 'Such as what happens when he stays with a cat for too long.'
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Audobon Bay Bridge...
"This was not what I meant when I said I wanted the ocean clean from pollution, honey." Neptunia growled as she watched Ammonia dump barrels of chemicals all over the sea.
"I'm not doing this for your benefit, fish-face. I'm just killing off those awful planktons that make the ocean all dirty." Ammonia stated simply.
Neptunia gasped. If the plankton died out, the whole food chain would be ruined. The sea-life would starve and die out. She growled and pulled out her shell. Time for the Queen of Clean to meet a couple of her friends.
"Not so fast!" Ammonia shouted as she pulled out a something that was a cross between a washing machine and a bazooka. She fired several times at her opponent, trapping her in a large soapy bubble. The bubble itself was too strong to break, even with Neptunia's strength. Not only that, but there was something in the bubble that was making her feel sick.
"In about an hour, those chemicals will deteriote all those nasty little germs, as well as your body. And don't even think about getting Darkwing to help you. He's got problems of his own."
There was something about the way she said that that made Neptunia suddenly scared for Darkwing. "What do you mean? What did you do to Dumdum?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A scream that could be heard all the way to Jupiter sounded like it came from the far side of St.Canard. 'Holy Sea-monkeys, I know that girlish scream from anywhere!'
"Does that answer your question?" Ammonia chortled.
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F.O.W.L. Headquarters...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The shadowy trios jumped at the scream. But when they recognized it, they realized what had happened.
"It would appear that agent Steelbeak has finally succeeded in destroying Darkwing Duck." the dark duck commeneted with a fangy smile.
"I suppose we should promote him." The dark rooster mumbled.
The dark buzzard shook his head sagely. "No. He only works this hard so he could someday attain the position as number one chief agent. Lets hold that position for a while longer."
The other two nodded in agreement.
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Hawaiian Prison...
Certain top five public enemies of St.Canard were sleeping rather restlessly. Their beds were uncomfortable and their lunch from today was finally kicking in. This was promising to be a long night.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" an all-too-familier voice was screaming in fear, despair, and terror.
A serene smile slowly spreads on their faces as they stopped tossing and turning.
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Back in St.Canard, Warehouse...
'Steelbeak really outdid himself this time.' Darkwing thought. Only that arrogant chicken would bring a tiger to scare Darkwing. Darkwing didn't even feel embarressed about that scream. I mean, who would blame you that you were scared of a tiger. The tiger held Darkwing with his hungry eyes, making him back away until he touched a wall. The cats also didn't like the tiger and clinged to Darkwing more then ever. Some of them were now even hissing and spitting in his ear. His eyes glistened with tears as he watched the tiger stalk towards him, terror clawed every part of his body as those glowing feline eyes invaded his thoughts.
Darkwing suddenly felt something other then the fear. It was a familiar feral feeling that our feathered favorite had forgotten. He, at first, dismissed the feeling as adrenaline, but then he remembered the last time he had this. It had been on the day he had...
"No! Not again, not again! I can't let it happen." He whimpered. He knew this feeling was just the beginning of the symptoms. Now, more then ever, he had to get out of here. If he didn't, then something dark and dangerous would awaken within him.
And heaven help St.Canard when that happens.
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Country club...
"What do you mean Darkwing left out some important things? You mean there's more to this story?" Launchpad asked. Suddenly, the bad feeling in his stomach came back with a vengence.
"Yes. He left out some very important information that could result in the same devestation we suffered thirty years ago. I cannot believe he did not tell you this.Though if he still blames himself for it, I do not blame him." He sighed, looking very old. Why did he have to be the one to tell them this? It should have fallen on Darkwing.
"Blames himself, for what? What did dad do besides survive from torture. In fact, I've been meaning to ask you if you can tell me where Tanaka is now so that I could hurt him." Quiverwing growled and caressed the feathers of her arrows.
Goose Lee looked at her and smiled. 'What a spirited young lady! Just like Drake when he was her age, it is no wonder he adopted her.'
"I do not know where Tanaka is, I have lost track of him for years. And as for what Darkwing did that he blames himself." He gave them a rueful smile. "Tell me, did he tell you how he escaped from Tanaka and what had happened to the students that had helped Tanaka into throwing him? But I believe the real question is, what do you know of the neko-ken?"
Quiverwing and Launchpad looked at each other, wondering where this was going.
"Well," Launchpad started. "We know that it's a failed martial arts technique..."
"And is stupid, I mean who actually thought you could learn anything from being thrown repeatedly in a pit of starving cats? I want the name and address of the guy who invented that technique." Quiverwing snarled, not believing that there were people that stupid in this world.
Goose Lee sighed and sat with his knees crossed. "I'm afraid you are wrong. Yes, it is a failed martial arts technique, but not for the reasons you believing. And as for it not working, I do believe that Darkwing is one of the very few of the living proof that it does indeed work."
"..."
"..."
"Ahhhh, now you will listen and not interrupt me." Goose smiled. "Good, I shall start by telling you about the neko-ken." He took a deep breath. "The Neko-ken was created by Genghis Khan. It was made to make powerful and ruthless warriors to help him conquer the world. When he was defeated, my ancestors had found the scroll. We rejected it immediately because the method alone was insane. It was passed on from generation to generation as a way to learn the history of our mistakes in ancient times We didn't use it ever. But you would be surprised how unlimited power can cause many people to go out and do the most foolish things." He frowned. "I should have burned that accursed scroll the moment I found out what it was. I knew that no good could ever come out of it and Darkwing paid the price for my mistake. Darkwing was one of the lucky ones to survive this ordeal and have his mind semi-intact. There was only one person other then Darkwing who acheived the Neko-ken, a young ten-year-old boy from a village over two hundred years ago, when the scroll had been taught by his ambitious father who wished to create an invincible army, and for the good of Japan, we had to kill the boy. Let me tell you, I was told it was not an easy task. He became insane. A berserker with no love for life. We would have been extinct had it not been for the invention of guns. We were able to catch him right between the eyes."
"How did a ten year old become that big a threat?" Launchpad asked.
"The neko-ken amplifies all abilities. The boy was already an excellent fighter in his own right, thanks to his father, but the technique made it so that he could take on a seasoned warrior."
Launchpad was still in shock, but Quiverwing was confused. "Then it did work. The neko-ken is a martial..."
"Do not finish that sentence! Darkwing was right to tell you that it is a failed technique because it goes against everything Quack-fu stood for. The Neko-ken was, to put it simply, a berserker mode for warriors. They will not stop until the danger is gone, or unless someone kills them. The latter, of course, varies."
"Varies?" Launchpad gulps.
"Well, it all depended on the person you were dealing with: if he was a fast opponent, in his neko-mode, his would be blinding. If he was strong, he would probably be able to stomp this city out of existence. It all mattered on his talent. But no matter what, those talents would be nothing compared to the true horror of the neko-ken."
"Could you have beaten him if he still existed?" Launchpad knew Goose Lee wasn't a grandmaster for nothing. If something like that existed, then they would be in big trouble.
"Of course I wouldn't have won! This was no warrior, this was a monster! You needed an atom bomb to stop him! The same, at some point, could be said about Darkwing! In fact, thanks to that stupid training that Tanaka put him through, he could probably shrug off an atom bomb if someone dropped one on his head."
Launchpad and Quiverwing gaped. The Grandmaster of Quack-fu was admitting that he could never have beaten this guy. And he had just as big an ego as Darkwing, but he also could back up his claims by his great fighting lore and skills. But then, another question formed and Launchpad was afraid to ask it. But Quiverwing asked it regardless of what her heart told her the answer would be.
"Mr. Lee, does Darkwing have the same problem. Does he go...berserk?"
Goose Lee nodded his head, sadly. "Yes, Darkwing indeed does."
Quiverwing fell on her knees.
"Darkwing told you about the neko-ken, but not the results. You see, according to the scroll, terror is what activates the power of the neko-ken. When Darkwing stays in the presence of a cat, his fears escalates, his heart speeds up and his consciousness slowly disappears, being replaced by regressed, animalistic insctincts. His adranaline even pumps up more power then necessary while his terror continues to rise." Goose Lee took a deep breath. The next part will be difficult to accept. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it all himself. 'There is no going back now.'
"When his terror finally reaches his peak, he snaps!"
"Snaps?" They echoed.
"He will become his own worst nightmare."
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Golden Eagle avenue...
Stegmutt stood defiently at the two Bayou crooks. They obvoiusly were responsabe for pulling him away from the St.Canard party and buffet table. He could easily beat them one on one, butthey always double-teamed him. And while he was evenly matched with Gumbo, Jambylya Jake proved that he could indeed fight off any reptile thrown his way.
"You're more annoying then mosquitos in the summer! Gumbo, Mess 'im up!"
The large gator ran straight to Steggmutt and slammed his tail on the dinosaur's face. Stegmutt normally didn't like fighting, but these guys had beaten up those nice police officers. There was also the fact that that Gator had swallowed a Hotdog man's stand, cart and all. Stegmutt, being a hotdog man himself, found this act unforgivable.
Especially since the reptile never paid for all the food.
Gumbo and Stegmutt may be evenly matched in strength, but anyone can see that Gumbo was an experienced wrestler and even knew how to use his tail. But what Stegmutt lacked in experience, he made up with clumsiness. Which was why when he turned around to get more distance from the gator only to smack Gumbo across the jaw with his tail and have him crashing near Jambaylya.
"My turn, Gumbo. I'm gonna give him an old-fashion hurt straight from the Bayou." Jake grinned sadistically as he walked up to Stegmutt, who didn't want to fight the little guy.
Unfortunenetly for Stegmutt, he was about to learn that a dog that spends most of his free time 'rasslin' with gators really doesn't care if you want to fight or not.
Jake grabbed a boomerang from his pocket and quickly attached a rope on one of the ends. Swinging it like a pro, he let it sail towards the simple-minded dinosaur. As expected, Stegmutt ducked to avoid it, not knowing that was what Jambylya wanted. The Boomrang immediately served back and spun around the poor dinosaur, tying him up. Before Stegmutt could think of breaking free, Jake was upon him with a sewer lid, slamming it on top of the prehistoric former janitar. While Steggmutt struggled free from the ropes, Jake laughed as he beat the dinosaur into submission.
"Hoooooeey! You gonna make a fine stew tonight for me and the other gents, ooohhhh I ga-ran-tee!" He then pulled out his bow and arrows at him, but they had no effect on the dinosaur's thick hide and only freed him from the ropes. This was simply a minor set-back to the Bayou dog and he charged at him. At the sidelines, Gumbo clicked his tongue and shook his head. Sometimes he wondered who was the animal around here, him or Jake. Then, the portable F.O.W.L. cell-phone went off. Gumbo reached for the phone that Jake disregardingly threw on the street and picked it up. Pressing the 'Speak' button, Steelbeak's smiling face appeared on the small screen.
"Hey gator! Where's da idiot? Did ya beat da dinosaur yet?"
Gumbo saw Jambaylya beat Steggmutt with his large, brass club. Steggmutt turned away to avoid the hit but managed to accidently hit Jake with his tail, sending him crashing to a wall. Steggmutt walked up to him to see if he was alright. Steelbeak saw this as well and shook his head, while messaging his temples.
"Wat a maroon!" Steelbeak commented. He looked at Gumbo. "Youse do 'ave a plan B, right?"
Gumbo walked up and picked up a small bag of Granny Whammy's paralysis powder and tossed it at the dinosaur where it exploded in impact. Immediately, Stegmutt was paralyzed. He collapsed right on top of Jake.
"Gumbo? Gumbo! GET 'IM OFFA ME!" Jake muffled from the ground. Gumbo realized that he had forgotten that to warn Jake to move out of the way. He was going to be gator stew for this, or worse, he might be sold and be turned into (gasp) a PURSE!
Steelbeak looked at Gumbo, sympathetically. "You know, Gumbo? A sharp guy like youse shouldn't waste 'is precious time with morons like Jake. Ever consider joining F.O.W.L.?"
Gumbo looked like he was thinking about it. He would look good in an Armani suit.
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Country Club...
Quiverwing was crying her eyes out at this newest information about her father. He will be going through something that was similar to that movie Dr. Jaybird and Mr. Hyde, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"You mean to say that if Darkwing doesn't get out of this, he'll go and demolish St.Canard?" Launchpad shouted.
"Yes, and it gets worse, I'm afraid . As I had mentionned about the boy who had succeeded the first time, Darkwing will hold similar problems. Negotiations will be useless and he will likely strike out on anyone who he deems threatening to him or those he cares about."
"But Darkwing doesn't go around hurting people. At least, not that badly. Can he really kill someone?"
Goose Lee looked at him, sadly. "The children that helped Tanaka throw him Darkwing in the pit, did you ever wonder as to what happened to them?"
"No, of course not. I don't care much about people who enjoy torturing..."
"They were destroyed. Drake killed them with his bare hands as soon as he burst out of the pit."
Launchpad's jaw slammed shut immediately.
"Drake never even gave them the chance to fight back. And Tanaka was at his mercy when he laid his eyes on him. Of course, that bastard had lived through the attack. But when his family were faced with the scandel, he was made ronin, making him wish he had died."
Launchpad was still in a state of shock from the previous revelations. "H-h-h-he killed them!"
"YOU'RE LYING!" Quiverwing screamed. He had to be lying, this wasn't like her father at all."Dad wouldn't kill anyone, he wouldn't... He couldn't." Quivy said the last part weakly. Goose Lee had no reason to lie but this just seemed insane.
"He was under the influence of the Neko-ken. Drake would never kill anyone, but as I explained, his avian brain had shut down and regressed to a berserker state. A very angry berserker at that! I mean, if you had been thrown into a pit of starving cats for who knows how long, you'd be a little upset too." He lowered his head. "When he finally snapped out of it, he didn't remember anything of what happened. When I did tell him, he was inconsolable. He had hated his torturers for what they had done, but he never would dreamed of killing them. From that day on, he never forgave himself for it. He accused Drake Mallard of being weak-minded, naivé, and foolish child and allowed him to die in the pits. After that, the sweet, trusting, kind, somewhat wimpy Drake Mallard had indeed died. In his place was a sarcastic, egotistical, narrow-minded sometimes a jerk of a duck that we now know as Darkwing Duck."
Quivy wanted to deny all this, but she had gone back in the past when Darkwing was eight. She had seen him and had compared him to the Darkwing she know, she had always wondered why they were so different? Now she knew! She had no idea that Darkwing hated his alter-ego, since he spent so much time in it with her.
As if reading her mind, Goose Lee smiled. "Drake Mallard was slowly resurfacing to life when he realized Darkwing Duck was a protector and crimefighter, but not a father." She gasped as he continued, "You brought him back when he adopted you, and, little by little, you started healing his damaged soul. Drake Mallard was no longer the weak boy that died in the pit, but a father of a rambunctious little tomboy with her own goals at heroism. I have even noticed that while he is as arrogant as ever, he isn't as cold or self-loving as he used to be. I have noticed he cares for the people more then the publicity, not like in the past, where he would sell his own soul to get his face in the papers."
Quivy smiled, shyly. It wasn't everyday that she was told that she was the main reason that Darkwing Duck was a better person and hero.
"Which is why I am glad to see that you are here. You see, you may be the key in snapping him out of it."
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Unknown location...
Outside of the warehouse, two large Eggmen were guarding the door so no one would come in or out. So far, they did not need to worry about that since Darkwing obviously let the tiger out judging from the screams he was making. To be honest, they were a bit disappointed about all this. Dartkwing had always gotten in the way and made thier lives miserable that they all agreed that he should die a violent and painful death. They were put out that he was going to die like this. They also knew that Steelbeak was disappointed, too. He had hated Darkwing so much that this seemed way too easy. He wanted him to die horribly and painfully. This seemed almost pitiful. One of the guards couldn't help but shiver. He didn't know why, but for some odd reason, he felt that the night had gotten even scarier. What was it about tonight that suddenly gave him the case of the creeps? It was dark and quiet...
"Hey, did it get quieter or is it just me?" He asked his partner. He felt a chill crawl up his spine that meant someone had just walked on his grave.
"Yeah, you're right, why aren't the cats meowing anymore?" His partner asked, sounding worried.
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Inside the warehouse...
The answer to that question was simple: The cats were too scared to even move a muscle, let alone make a sound. Even the tiger seemed to be on edge. Their prey was leaning on the wall with his chin touching his neck, making no sign of life. Normally, they would attack at a time like this, but something just wasn't right. Being attuned to nature, cats can pick up the vibes of animal and can smell fear, their prey was no longer scared. In fact, he seemed to be giving off some very bad vibes. Suddenly, he stirred.
Darkwing had long since given up his fight with his inner darkness. It had been too much and with Gosalyn in trouble, he had no choice but to succumb. His face had remained blank as the beast within swallowed him. He struggled for a few seconds before accepting the inevitable. An evil smile slowly spread on his face, one that looked like a cat who had cornered a mouse. He stumbled forward and got on his hands and knees, lifting his head up at the tiger. His normally kind, crystal-blue eyes were gone: They now were almost glowing like a cat and his pupils were slitted to match. The tiger was now severely spooked, this wasn't a prey, this was a predator.
Then Darkwing said one sound, before he threw himself at the tiger.
One sound that sent the cats in a frenzy.
One sound before all hell had broken loose.
"MEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!"
End of Chapter six
Buckle up, boys and girls! 'Cause here comes trouble, and his name is Darkwing Duck! Will the Justice Ducks escape their imprisonment? What does Goose Lee mean that only Quiverwing can snap Darkwing out of it? And will Gumbo leave Jake and work for F.O.W.L.? Find out on the next exciting chapter of 'Ailurophobia'.
On the next chapter, something fast, dangerous and purple is heading towards St.Canard, and boy is it angry! The villians feel it's wrath and Steelbeak is feeling very nervous when the villians report to him bad news after they encounter Darkwing. Goose Lee tells more of Darkwing's past (including who and how one can snap him out of it) while Gosalyn does a one-girl search for her father. Huh, Darkwing is almost invincible, and what claws is Goose Lee talking about? Ohhhhhhh, those claws!