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Notes: Okay, okay, a really BIG sorry for the delay...I feel really guilty for letting your guys waiting like this*hides in a corner* But I have my excuses! First I was away for two weeks, had to take care of 12 kids in a summer camp, then I had sort of a writers block AND ff.net was down....okay, lame excuse, I know. Just remember that I am German and it is quite difficult for me to write in English.
Okay, to the chapter: I personally think it isn't that good...there will be more chapters. I used Duke's POV this time, and ,of course, Nosedive's. Hope you aren't confused because I switch the POVs so often, I tried it out, wanted to know which works the best!
And a HUGE thank you for all the reviews! You don't know how you encourage me*sniff* And I am really sorry for the cliffhangers - seems that they like me, they can be found in many stories of me*sighs*
What else? Mighty Ducks don't belong to me, but I think that's clear. So. Now, read the story!

:) Kaeera

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HELP

by Kaeera

CHAPTER THREE:

Pain is supposed to be an illusion...


It hurts...

Hell, it hurts...

Is this dying? I don't wanna die...

But the pain is too big...

I can feel the blood

I can smell it

I can see it.

And it's frightening me...

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~Duke~

I guess it was the most horrible moment in my life. To bring Wildwing the bad news. Hell, I know how strong the bonding between the two is, even when they didn't show it very often.
I was scared, too. Scared that the kid might be dead, that I would never again hear his voice or his jokes!
Scared to loose a member of the team which is my family now.

I was always a loner – as a thief you don't have that many friends, ya know. And you never can trust anybody.
But here, I have my friends, and I know that I can trust them with my life! Even the kid, so lazy he may be. It was a new experience for me, and I enjoy it.

You know, there is a difference if you fight alone or with a good team. With the team, you can discuss the problem, you can lighten the mood with jokes or you can yell because someone made a mistake.
It isn't that easy to lighten your own mood. Okay, you could tell a joke, but I know all my jokes, so what use?

A member was in danger and we had to rescue him. As fast as possible.

After Wildwing realised the news, he immediately ordered everybody to Drake 1 and told us that we were going to the subway station, looking if we could help and if we could locate Nosedive. Everybody was as worried as me. Mallory clenched her teeth, Tanya was babbling senseless stuff and grin just staring.
Wildwing himself had this stony look on his face, which always appeared when he hides strong emotions. I knew how he felt. And I wanted to pat him on his shoulders, but I knew that he wouldn't let me. There was no time.

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Okay, remember buddy, pain is just an illusion, like good ol'Grin always says.

Yeah. And turtles can fly.

It HURTS! Everytime when I breath, it hurts!

I can't stop breathing, not? I mean, then I would die. People normally die when they don't breath. That's reality, man!

But the death might be better than this suffering. The others won't come, and it hurts.

It's dark, and I am afraid of the darkness. I never told it anyone.

Wildwing knows, but he thinks that I have grown out of it.

Wrong, loved brother, very wrong.

Do you know what I feel when there is no light? Or when these nightmares are hunting me?
Do you ever ask why I sleep that late, or why I have huge black rings under my eyes?

Nope. You say that it is because I read so many comics in the evening. That I should go to bed earlier.

Wrong again, dear brother.

I read many comics, and I stay awake in the night, but guess why?
I am frightened of sleeping!

Because with the sleep, the nightmares come!

And the darkness.

But it's not your fault. I never told you. And I never will. This is a thing which I can – must – handle on my own.

Just sometimes I wish that you could come and give me a hug. A small one. A short one.
No, I am strong. I don't need hugs.
I have to be strong when I wanna be a member of the Mighty Ducks.

So I don't tell. And cry in the night.

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~Duke~

We reached the station 15 minutes later. Everybody was in a big hurry there. People standing outside and crying. Reporter searching for someone who could give them a statement. Policemen trying to find a solution. Doctors waiting for the injured persons.

There were trying to get through to the trapped train, but it was very difficult. And we couldn't help either. The Mighty Ducks, the heroes of Anaheim, just stood there, watching, with worried and tired faces.
I wanted to laugh sarcastically, but I failed. Didn't feel like laughing.
I felt so wrong there...I wanted to do something, wanted to help...anything but standing here and waiting.
Waiting and muttering the same sentence over and over again:

"He can't be dead he can't be dead he can't be dead...."

Nosedive, I have never been very friendly to you...first I thought that you would be a fool, that we would fail because of you.
I was right, you were a fool, but you never failed as long as I know you.
And with your light-hearted attitude you made us feel a lot better – it made us feel like at home. It let us forgot that we were on a 'wrong' planet, maybe unable to see home ever again.
Okay, your teeny actions were annoying, and sometimes I wished that I – somehow – could stop your babbling.
But deep in my heart I liked you.
And I was proud to have you in the team – and as a friend.

I never told you, indeed. The thought that you died and I've been never able to tell you that you aren't that worthless I called you so often is nagging into my mind.
Everybody cares for you. Even the great thief Duke.

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The room was grey.
Very grey.
It seemed as if every color had disappeared.
Nosedive looked around. He didn't like this room. It frightened him.
He wished that he'd be at home, at the Pond, where he could be with the others...

Slowly, he remembered what had happened.

The subway.

The accident.

The injuries....injuries?

He checked his body. No bruise, no pain, no blood. How...

He was dreaming. Dreaming....not a nice dream. But maybe better than waking up.

If he woke up, the pain would return. Terrible pain. And he would be alone.
The young duck shuddered as he remembered the dark subway wagon.

Slowly, he settled down and glanced at his surroundings. Noting familiar. And empty room, a chair, a small table, no window.

A prison.

Sighing he decided that the only thing he could do was to wait. Wait until he woke up...Wait until the others...

He jerked up. Someone had entered the room. The shadow was very vague at first, and Nosedive wasn't sure, but then the person stepped into the dim light.
It was Wildwing.

Dive gasped of surprise and happiness. "Wildwing! It took you much time to come to rescue me...hell, I am so happy to see that stupid face of yours..."

His babbling was interrupted by an icy glance of his older brother. "Ehm...bro?", the younger duck asked frightened. "Can we go home now? It's quite uncomfortable, ya know, and I am deadly tired, so please..."

"You won't go home."

Nosedive blinked. "What? But bro', you can't leave me here – can you? Hey I know it wasn't nice of me to paint you underwear pink, but I swear I'll buy you new one, okay?"

"You won't go home. You stay here."

The huge figure of his brother turned around and walked towards the door. Dive shuddered. Was this his brother? His brother had never been that nasty...he could always trust him, not? Even when he made his jokes, he still could trust his brothers, he still could feel that he would always be there to help his little baby brother.
But not now.
He wanted to yell after him, wanted to ask what was wrong, wanted to listen to his brother when he said: "Stay calm, we'll help you."
But he couldn't. This icy glare had shown more than the harsh words. The cold in it was unusual for Wildwing. So very unusual – and yet he was sure that it was Wildwing.
And that this glare was only for him....

What if he made too many jokes?

What if his brother wouldn't help anymore?

But did your brother help you all the time?

Of course, he thought, always. He had been there for me.

Really?

Yes.

And your nightmares? Did he help you with them? Did he even know?

No, but I didn't tell...he couldn't know!

But he was supposed to know it – he is your big brother. He should care for you.

He cares for me!

The fact that he doesn't help you shows that he cares for you?

....

So you realise it....

Nobody cares.

Nobody will come!


To be continued...




Still no rescue this time, but I promise it will come! Hopefully in the next chapter*smiles*
Do you notice how depressed he becomes with the time?*shudders* My poor Nosedive!
And it will be even more angsty! Just think of the grey room....*laughs evily*

See ya Kaeera