Ch.8: Madness of the Phantomallard
Before Ducklair Tower was ever attacked, the mastermind behind this scheme was left rotting in a solitary jail cell, long forgotten by the warden and even his former criminal foes. This was the cell of the Phantomallard, the original owner of the Villa Rose.
Ah, how good it was back in those days, getting revenge on anyone who gave him a bad turn. Those villains deserved it. They deserved single torture they got. Especially, when they had killed her.
Tears came up into the Phantomallard's eyes as he remembered the day when his partner was killed. She had been such a sweet duck; beautiful, elegant, a way with words. It was hard not to imagine having kids with her one day.
She had never minded that the Phantomallard was this revenge-driven vigilante. She loved him for who he was, and he loved her too in return.
There were thoughts in the Phantomallard's mind that maybe it was time for him to hang up the reins. Going back to his normal life wouldn't be so bad, as long as she was there beside him.
But then, the city betrayed him. He was hunted down, and his partner was killed, stabbed in the back by a traitorous duck, the Phantomallard's own best friend.
Phantomallard was locked in jail and they threw away the key, leaving the former hero to just sit there and brood, his anger slowly increasing as more and more hatred filled his mind.
He had grown so violent towards the guards, that they now practically refused to come down there and serve him any food. This only made the Phantomallard hate them more, and he visually kept picturing ways in which he could destroy them.
Then, news came years later, when a heir to his empire finally appeared. The Duck Avenger he was called.
Getting at money-grabbing tycoons like Scrooge McDuck, until his hero career finally took flight.
It was during the peak of this superhero career, that the Phantomallard had become extremely mad that he at last had an heir. The heir was supposed to be his son or daughter, not whatever fool this duck was!
It got even worse when the warden, guards, and prisoners couldn't even stop chatting about him. The mocked him with this talk of this Duck Avenger praise and apathy that he began to wish that the hero had never exist!
Then, one day, years later, as if his wish had been granted, the Duck Avenger was gone, and chaos rang from some of the cops as they freaked out, realizing the hero was gone.
"Half of a city despises him, yet you can't live without him huh? Pathetic! You're all useless and weak,"
"But he's strong" suddenly spoke out a voice " wouldn't you agree Phantom?"
"You?" said the Phantomallard, turning to the dark figure standing outside of his cell. " Go away! You already caused me enough trouble in the past."
"I was summoned to aid your troubles" said the figure " You never would have had any success without me."
"Why show up now?" asked Phantomallard " After all this time, why reappear?"
"Becauseā¦" said the figure " it is time you aided me."
"What?" spoke Phantomallrd confused.
"Your heir has vanished" said the figure " lost his path to revenge. He dishonors you. He must be paid back."
"Tough" said Phantomallard, turning his head away as he crossed his arms " He's not the one I want to kill."
"You lie" said the figure "You want to see him dead. You want to see him suffer through the same pain. I can arrange all that, just like your friend arranged it for you."
Phantomallard growled as he once again thought of his best friend.
"Fine" he said " I could always trust you when it came in a pinch. How you going to find my heir though, if he's no longer here?"
"Oh, he's here" said the figure " I'll just have to persuade him a bit, like I did once, so long ago."
