A Soul of my Own

Prologue

AUTHOR'S NOTE: OKAY, THIS IS TOTALLY AN OC AND AU STORY I'VE BEEN WORKING ON FOR AWHILE NOW. INSPIRED BY THE POSTER YOU SEE GENE HOLD UP FROM THE EPISODE QUACK PACK SEASON 3 EPISODE 2! I JUST WORKED AROUND THAT!

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"The time has come, gentlemen!" A tall man in a black cloak announced to a room full of twenty or so men over the age of thirty and what only could be described as one of those themed type parties that I had been invited to a couple of times, but never really went.

I wasn't the party type.

They all murmured excitedly and leaned in forward listening to the one giving them their full attention.

I seemed to be in the middle of a giant ball room. I looked around and found it was both lavishing and terrifying at the same time.

There was at least a dozen or so skull pyramids lined up in the room but I couldn't tell if they were human or animal because the the giant chandler that hung above me was nearly blinding me by the many crystalized ornaments that dangled from it.

I tried to remember how I got here but all I got was a type of fog that clouded my mind, and my temples throbbed with pain so I stopped trying after awhile.

I looked down and saw I was still in my waitress uniform for I did work in a bar.

The first thing I thought was.

I was kidnapped by some freaky cult.

The leader must be the guy talking in front of me because he looked straight up like a mob boss with his slick black hair combed to one side, he had a studded diamond ring in just his left ear, and he had a tattoo of a bleeding heart on his neck with a knife stabbed into it.

I swallowed hard.

"To end all humanity, so that we can rule over this world once again!" The man shouted dramatically. The room full of what I could only describe as a room full of people dressed in vampire costumes, all clapped and cheered. The room full of what I could only describe as a room full of people dressed in vampire costumes.

"Webby, what did you get yourself into this time?" I thought.

"I have chosen this duckling," The man continued, he craned his neck to glance over at me and I saw nothing but coldness in his eyes. "as our weapon, or savior, and our vessel of human souls to be devoured wholesomely as we see fit!"

I felt the blood drain from my face and I tried to move.

I need to get out of here. I wanted to run, but something was holding me back, and I finally looked up to see I was in chains. I stared at the heavy metal chains that was nailed to a knick on the ceiling that ran down to the stone slab that I had a sinking feeling if the chains got lowered I'd end up on my back, on top of it and then...

I closed my eyes.

This was because of Mom.

I knew it wasn't really, but I always blamed what happened to me on my late mother. Everything bad that happens to me is because of her!

"Wishing isn't going to help, my pet."

My eyes snapped open.

The man was so close to my face that I could feel his breath tickle my skin. I cringed when he moved his long finger nail across my collar bone as he gazed at me fondly.

"I, I wasn't wishing." I muttered when I found the courage to speak.

The man chuckled softly.

"Blaming your mother isn't going to do you any good either." He snickered.

Against my will my mouth flung open and the man used his thumb to rub my bottom lip. I had have the mind to bite it but something stopped me. I felt a sort of tug to as if my soul was trying to rip out of my chest making me feel sick to my stomach.

I tried to scream but no sound came out.

"I wonder," The man continued, "if he'll come for you."

Who was he talking about?

It's not like I had any men in my life to even care enough about me to save me. I was alone.

Completely alone...

I couldn't scream but I did let out a whimpering squeak when his fingernail made a deep cut against my skin. I felt warm blood tickle down my throat.

The man leaned in close to it and my blue-green eyes widen when I saw his fangs.

Those weren't real.

They couldn't be real -.

I gasped when he grazed my neck with them, then he dug them into my neck making the cut he just made even more deeper then it need to be.

I strugged to try and break free but my chains just rattled and the twenty or so other's that looked on with envy at the man just laughed at my efforts to free myself that was, of course, pointless.

Just as the man was about to bite into me I heard a loud explosion from outside the ball room. The sound made the man pause, his teeth were in my neck but he has yet to bite down on it. I felt his bill curl up into a smirk as the men in the room started to panic.

"Sir! It's him!" One of them shouted out as the door busted open.

The man in front of me wasted no time and bit down hard on my neck just as the doors busted wide open. I screamed as the sharp fangs dug in deep. I tried looking over the man's shoulder at who had crashed what I had concluded to be a cult initiation ceremony.

I saw flames pouring out from the entrance of the ball room, and a rather short figure stood as if basking in the glory of the fire behind it. I squinted my eyes trying to see who it was as I tried to ignore the slurping sounds from the man who continued to drink my blood.

It was hard to stay focused due to the lack of blood I was loosing and I was beginning to feel light headed and dizzy to the point I could no long keep myself lifted from the chains. I slumped down, to tired already to keep me aloft, and groaned in pain.

"That's enough. Scrooge!" Said a male's voice.

The man finally pulled away from me and slowly turned. The men in the room huddled back away to the far side of the walls, afraid.

Who could have scared these cult seeking freaks that much?

"Ah. Finally showed yourself, eh?" The man now called Scrooge asked.

I could see the man more clearly now as he strolled up closer to us and my heart nearly skipped a beat.

He had on a light to dark blue t-shirt and had a sword in his right hand. His white feathers on the top of his head stood up in an angle and his eyes...

His eyes gleamed with fire.

Actual fire!

I couldn't stop staring at him.

"Let the kid go." The boy duck ordered.

Scrooge just laughed.

I made a sour face.

Kid?

I was sixteen!

I was no kid!

"Sorry, no can do. She's mine now." Scrooge snarled at the boy. "See?"

The boy stared as Scrooge pointed to the bite marks that were now visible on my neck. I saw the boy's left eye twitch as he narrowed his eyes at Scrooge. As he gripped his sword he as he started coming towards us.

"I wouldn't if I were you." Scrooge snarled. "If you so much as touch her, your soul, or what's left of it -. Is hers." He told him.

That made the boy stop.

He stared at me, not out of fear, but out of concern.

I looked back at him confused.

What did Scrooge mean?

I had so million questions in my head that just made my temples throb even hard.

"You forget, Scrooge." The boy said, and continued towards us. "I don't really need that part of my soul. Thanks to you." He growled at him.

"You willing to give up what's left of your humanity?" Scrooge asked, staring at the boy in awe, "for this worthless -."

"She isn't worthless!" The boy shouted at him.

He was close enough now that when the boy lifted his sword it was right at Scrooge's vocal point of his throat.

"Still on about that, eh?" Scrooge asked, not even fazed by the fact that a deadly weapon was pointed at him.

"That's your plan, isn't it? Huey was right. You are trying to end humanity!" The boy accused him. "Why?"

"You know full well why!" Scrooge yelled at him.

The boy stared at him.

"Don't tell me it's because of -." The boy began.

"Everything I do is because of that!" Scrooge interrupted him. "And I won't let you, your brothers, or that damn Uncle of yours ruin it!" He yelled at him.

Scrooge swiped at the sword in front of him and went for the boys' neck. His sharp nails clawed out at the ready. But the boy was fast and fell flat on his back, bent his legs up underneath Scrooge and pushed up on his stomach. He then flung Scrooge up and over his head, then quickly got up and slashed my chains.

I fell into his arms and almost at once something happened.

I started to feel something. It was in between of a hungry feeling to a sort of empty filling. The invisible force continued to squeeze through me as the boy held me in his arms. I groaned again, as my vision blurred I saw what I could only describe as a vision. Of the boy, with some other girl. They were laughing, holding hands, walking along a sandy beach...

Then, the image was gone and I suddenly was able to stand but it felt like I had just eaten a three course meal. The boy himself groaned then slumped up against me just as Scrooge recoiled himself to his feet and glared over at us.

"Um." I said, shaking the boy. "You okay?" I asked, not understanding what had just happened.

The boy put a shaky hand on my arm, nodded meekly, and pulled himself up. When he lifted his head to glare over at Scrooge I saw that he had tears in his eyes that was quickly replaced with the fire I saw earlier as Scrooge came at us.

I yelped and closed my eyes when actual fire surrounded us. I clinched my hands to the boys chest. I felt as if I was on a roller coaster about to dive from high up as the fire quickly moved us and the next thing I knew when I opened my eyes once the feeling stopped was that we had somehow made on a roof of a building. I looked around the city landscape and notice we were far from my place where I lived.

"Come on, let's get you somewhere safe." The boy said.

He had completely recovered from just a second ago and gripped my hand just as a fist came out of no where and punched him square in the eyes send the boy tumbling over his hand slipping out of mine...