Help_4

Chapter 4! Finally! I hurried, extra for you, PapillonStar!!!! Actually, I wanted to make this chapter a little bit longer than the others, but I failed because I wanted to have it ready! >.
Not much to say about it...more things with the mysterious grey room...
This time Malloriy's POV, I hope I caught her character right. And again, hope you won't be confused because of my switching between Nosedive and Mallory! (uhh, I hope really many things, not? Well, hope you like this!*smiles*)


Help

by Kaeera


CHAPTER 4

Grey in Grey



~Mallory~

I hated it! Waiting...that's so...useless! I am used to doing something, to fight, to work – but standing around and watching other people work, helpless and worried was slowly destroying the last bit of nerves I had kept.
And yes! I was worried. I didn't wanted to show it....but I was frightened like hell. I mean, even when this kid is stubborn and annoying and mad and loud and....even then I like him.
Although I would never tell him that – his ego would become more larger than it is now, and believe me, that's large enough! I don't know why this kid is always playing his pranks on me – maybe because I am a hot-tempered person? Dunno.
I think everybody would be hot-tempered if he found out that somebody had put disgusting worms into his shoes – and that he stepped into it, right now.
That happened this morning, and I remembered how I yelled at him.

Flashback

Nosedive was walking down the corridor, humming a soft melody. Suddenly the silence was interrupted by a loud scream. "NOSEDIIIIIIVE!!!!!!"
The young duck smiled and muttered: "Ahh, sweet voices of singing birds in the morning...", then he started to run, because a fuming Mallory stomped up the corridor.
"Take it easy, Mal!", he yelled back, grinning wildly, "Just a little fun in the morning!"
Mallory, in opposite, didn't seem to take it easy: "NOSEDIVE! I could kill you! What do you think, to put these worms in my shoes?? I DON'T THINK THAT'S FUNNY!"
"Oh it is!", Nosedive giggled, "you just aren't a humorous person!"
With a look in the eyes of the redhead, he realised that it was time to leave – as fast as possible.
"WAAAAAAAAHHHH!", he cried, while fleeing hastily, "I think I should better visit Mookie and Trash!"
"You coward!!! Come here!", Mallory stormed through the Pond, but her victim had already disappeared.
"Nosedive.", she said angrily, "Sometimes I wonder why you have to be in this team...such a fool! He is totally useless."
With these words she disappeared back to her room. Before she closed the door, she could hear an insulted Nosedive insisting: "I am not useless!', but she didn't care.

End Flashback


I didn't mean to yell like that. I was just mad...I hope he didn't take it seriously!
He's not useless – okay, sometimes, but he has his good sides, too...and he's a good fighter, although is a kid.
I often forgot that. Forgot that he had his abilities. Forgot that he had feelings, too...I hurt him often, sometimes without knowing, most time without caring.
Well, I am warrior. And in war, there's no place for feelings.
If you care too much for somebody, it will destroy you if he dies – and death is everywhere in war. I experienced that way too often.
One of the many reasons why I joined Canard. I wanted that other girls had the chance to grow up without being frightened that the ones they care for might be killed.

Sometimes – no, very often – I wondered how Nosedive managed all this. Being 17 and stuck in a different dimension. Being a teenager, unable to date because you are on a planet full of aliens. Being a warrior even when you are still a kid.
Nosedive was still Nosedive, it didn't mind what happened. He stayed the rebellious, stubborn teenager due all the fights. I admired that.

I was lost in my thoughts, so I missed the screams, until Duke shook me. "What?", I jerked up and looked around. Everybody seemed to be very excited, and a quick glance on my team-mates faces showed me a little bit hope – which hadn't been there the last time I watched.
"They broke through, Mal!!", Duke yelled directly in my ear, "They've found a way! Dive will be rescued soon!"
As I heard these News, I immediately brightened. It would be over soon.


----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


Nosedive was bored. The room was grey. The ceiling was grey. The floor was grey. Even his hands seemed to have changed the color – and were grey!
He figured out that, if he stayed longer, he would get mad.
About the hundredth time he tried the door, but it was still locked.
And the image of his brother didn't leave him. So cold...
He shuddered. What was wrong with him? This was only a dream, not?
He knew that in the reality he was in a dark wagon, hurt, maybe dying.
Yeah. But maybe the others did find him already? Maybe he was in the infirmary at the pond?
Safe? With his friends and his brother? Not in the darkness anymore??

Impatiently he circled around. How could he wake up? Or, better question: could he wake up?
One thing was clear: Waking up had something to do with this strange door! If he managed to open it, he would wake up. That easy.

Once again he tried to open it. But the grey door seemed as safe as a bank.
"COME ON!", he yelled angrily and kicked it. Bad idea!
He spent the next five minutes in clutching his teeth, cursing and hopping on one leg.

"This day couldn't get worth...", he muttered and settled down on the floor. "First you get hurt in a SUBWAY! No, not in a glorious battle, but in a subway....thousands of humans manage it to go by subway every morning AND THEY NEVER GET HURT!!!! So, why me?
But no, it's not over with that – then you start having weird dreams in which your brother locks you in a room WITHOUT A REASON!!!!", he snorted and crossed the arms.
"It could have been a better dream...I could have dreamt of Baywatch, or of comics...my god, even Barnie the Bear is much better than this! But no, I dream of my stupid brother and a grey room!"

He was still grumbling as the door opened with a soft 'clack'. A familiar figure entered.

Slowly, Nosedive turned his head. He gulped. Tried a smile. Failed.
And stuttered finally: "M-Mallory!"

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

~Mallory~

"Why does it take that long?", I fumed. Half an hour ago they broke through, and nothing more happened. A small team went inside – they didn't let us go. Hell, if I would be in there I would....would have no idea what to do next. I sighed.
My attention was caught by Wildwing. The guy looked like hell. If it was a torture for me, what was it for him??? I knew that the two had a very strong bonding, unlike me.
I never really cared for my mother and my father. How I said, I was a warrior.

Warriors don't care.

Suddenly some people yelled, and I could see them climbing out of the hole.

They were carrying a body.


---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


"Hey Mal!", Nosedive stammered. Why was he that frightened? Mallory was his team-mate...although she spent most time in chasing him, she was still a friend.
This thought didn't help the young duck very much, he slowly shuffled backwards to a corner of the room, never leaving his eyes from Mallory.
'I shouldn't be scared', he thought, 'What the heck is wrong with me?'
To his surprise, he felt salty tears running down his cheeks.

"No smart comment?", Mallory snarled in a cold voice. She grinned slightly, and moved nearer.
"Is the little boy frightened?"

Nosedive just shook his head. This eyes....the same cold stare as in Wildwings.
He tried to breath calmly. 'Relax', he told himself. 'This is only a dream. Soon you will wake up'...
"Oh yeah, a dream.", Mallory laughed, but it wasn't a happy laughter.
The kid was shocked. Did she read his thoughts?
"So tell me, little Nosedive", she continued, grinning nastily, "Why do you dream this stuff?"
She circled around him. "If this is a dream, it's an invention of your brain. Why does your brain 'invent' such things? Or maybe...it doesn't invent is??? Think carefully..."

"STOP IT!", Nosedive yelled and close his eyes.

"You can't make me stop.", she sounded amused. "But I will leave – for now."

She opened the door. "One last thing.", she said and lowered her voice.

"You won't get out of here. We won't let you get out!"

Nosedive wrapped his arms around his body, afraid of the cold in this voice – and of the slight triumphant tone he had noticed, too.

"Why?, was the last thing he could bring out of his frozen lips.

The red-haired duck just stared at him and stated simply: "Because we don't need you. You are worthless. Useless. You have no use for the Mighty Ducks. In opposite, you are our weak point. So, you stay here. Forever!"

The door closed, and Nosedive was alone. Forever.

He buried his head in his hands and began to cry...



To be continued....


*sings* nanana....Oh, it gets sad, not? My poor Nosedive*sobs*...now I wanted to write the rescue in this chapter, but I still didn't manage it :-P
Ach je. Maybe in the next?