~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.
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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!"
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~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.
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"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?