Darkwing had partly wanted to change cloths before going to a hospital, but Launchpad wouldn't hear it.
The injuries were too bad to waist time. Darkwing let himself be led into the ER. The doctor cleaned and
bandaged the cuts, then took x-rays of the jaw and cheek bone to see if they had been broken.
"You're lucky Mr. uh...Duck. Nothing's broken, but you may want to avoid very hard foods for a
few days. There's a crack in your jaw bone a shade bigger than hair line, it should heal it's self. I'd
suggest picking up a fairly strong over-the-counter pain killer. And put some ice on the wound, it'll help
the swelling." Darkwing nodded and left the hospital.
When they returned to the tower Launchpad began to lead Darkwing to the chairs. They were
sitting, about to depart when something flashed into Darkwing's mind. He stopped Launchpad from
hitting the switch.
"Wait a second! I can't go home just yet!" Launchpad looked at him as if he'd gone mad.
"You need to rest DW. You heard the doctor."
"Yes I know! And I will in a while but I promised Morgana I'd..." Launchpad looked at him,
concerned.
"You'd what DW?" Darkwing shook his head.
"I just need to talk to her." He said. He got up and made his way to the Rat Catcher. Launchpad
leapt up and blocked Darkwing's path.
"What do you think you're doing?" Darkwing pushed him aside and got on the motorcycle.
"Don't worry I'll be fine!"Darkwing said testily. Launchpad protested.
"You're in no condition to ride and you know it!"
"I'll be extra careful!" Darkwing assured him as he slipped on his helmet. "Don't worry I'll be
fine." Before Lauchpad had time to say anything else, Darkwing hit the elevator switch and was lowered
down. He hit the street and headed to Morgana's.
Darkwing stood in front of the door. He waited impatiently for it to open. Finally he raised his
hand to knock. Before his had reached it, the door swung open by its self. Darkwing grumbled something
and walked in. He wandered around to first floor, Morgana wasn't down stairs. He called softly up the
stair way.
"Morg? You home?" He listened as a fait reply came.
"In the study." He made his way up the stairs and stood in the door way of a vast study.
Books lined the walls on both sides. Darkwing saw Morgana seated at a large desk, her eyes
buried in a book. Her head rested on her hand, which was also holding a pen, she stopped reading
momentarily to jot something down in a note book. Finally she put the pen down and rubbed her eyes.
She ran a hand over her hair, which was held back in a long French braid, smoothing down wayward
strands. She stood and stretched, looking towards the door way.
"Sorry Dark, hard for me to put a book down once I get........OH MY GOD!!!" She starred at
Darkwing's face as he walked forward, emerging from the shadows. The swelling on his face had gone
down, a lot, but it still looked awful. "Dark what on earth happened to you!" She ran forward and placed
the tips of her fingers under his bill, moving it to the side. He placed his hands on hers and stroked them
gently.
"It's all right," He said softly. "it'll heal soon." Morgana freed her right hand and ran it softly
down the other side of his face.
"You poor thing." She whispered softly. Her hand ran down past his face and made its way
down his neck. It stopped once it glided over the bandages. Morgana looked down at his neck. The
blood had stopped a while ago, but it had soaked through slightly, leaving traces of crimson on the out
side of the bandages. "Who did this to you, Dark?" She asked around the lump in her throat. Seeing him
like this upset her, reminded her of how dangerous his job was.
"I don't know for sure." He said. "But it may have been our visitor from the east..." Morgana's
eyes widened in horror.
"You saw it?!? You fought it?!? Something that deadly and angry?!? Oh Dark, what were you
thinking?!?" Darkwing sighed.
"I didn't fight her, she attacked me. And you're right, she was plenty angry" Morgana cut him
off.
"She? Female? As in a person???" Darkwing nodded.
"A tall black cat." He answered. Morgana shook her head in disbelieve.
"A person....walking around with that much hatred and anger...."
"What did you think it was?" Darkwing looked at her questioningly.
"A demon, a sorcerer, an evil entity. But I never thought it would be.....human."
"You may not be far off." Darkwing told her. "She fought like a demon, had power like a
sorcerer, and was as strong as any evil entity." Morgana looked at him.
"I thought you said you didn't fight her."
"I didn't, but she took out Megavolt, Liquidator, Quacker Jack and Bushroot with out working up
a sweat. Nearly scalped Negaduck. She seemed to think he was the demon..."
"What makes you say she power like a sorcerer? Did she use magic?"
"Looked like it. She just raised a hand and Liquidator went flying into the wall." Morgana
thought for a moment.
"It may not me magic, but it explains the vast amounts of energy I felt. She has to channel it
somehow. So she had it out for Negaduck?"
"And how! She nearly killed him." Darkwing blushed slightly. "I tried to stop her and he got
away. Wanted to jail him, not kill him, or let him get off." He gently put a hand to the black eye that had
formed. "I guess she didn't agree with me."
"If this is what she did to you, I'd almost hate to see what she would have done to Negaduck."
Darkwing smiled.
"Yeah well at least I got her message. She doesn't want me getting in the way again."
"Sounds like a good idea!" Morgana breathed a quick sigh of relive. Darkwing frowned.
"I can't let her kill some one, Morg, not even if it's Negaduck." There was a tense edge in
Morgana's voice as she spoke.
"Dark, please...look at what she did to you, and this was just a warning!" Darkwing nodded.
"Morg, sit down." He led her to the desk chair. She sat down, Darkwing held her hands in his.
He looked her in the eyes, his face expressionless as he spoke.
"She is powerful, deadly and angry. But not really angry at me. All the time that I've been after
Negaduck I've never really been able to catch him. Some how or another he gets away in the end. But she
had him. If it weren't for me he wouldn't have gotten away. She was about to kill him and I couldn't
allow that but still, she had him. I don't know who she is, or where exactly she came from or why she
hates him so much. But she's a very skilled fighter. She's also fearless and confident. I watched her. She
could probably take out half an army if she needed too." Morgana looked at him, confused.
"Dark, I don't understand what you're saying." Darkwing sighed and answered.
"I don't know how dangerous it would be to face her again....but I could use her help." Morgana
looked at him in shock.
"No, Dark! She'll kill you!" Darkwing shook his head.
"I need to make her see that I'm the good guy, that I'm not the enemy."
"Dark, when some one is that full of hatred, every one is their enemy!" She looked at him
pleadingly. His face was stern. She could tell he was determined. "All right." She said. "Let's say you
get hold of her. Let's say you can reason with her and she agrees. What happens when you get
Negaduck? She's obviously as determined to have him in a grave as you are to have him in a cell. Do you
really think you'll win out in the end?" Darkwing closed his eyes for a moment.
"I have to try! Negaduck's up to something, something horrible! I can tell. I have to do what
ever I can to stop him and if worse comes to worse.......I just have to try..." Morgana stood and gently
hugged him to her.
"You're a reckless fool Darkwing Duck! Too damn brave for you're own good."
"Don't worry, I won't be alone." He grinned. "You're gonna help me."
"I am, am I?" Morgana smiled, despite herself. "And just how am I going to do that?"
"You're the only person I can think of that could possibly match energy with her. You said your
self she must have plenty. I'd need some one to contain her if she got out of hand."
"Your assuming I could over power her. If she has that much extra energy, it must be feeding off
her anger. I'm not sure I could top that." Darkwing chuckled.
"I don't know, you've over powered me a good many times when you were miffed!"
"That was different." She ran a hand carefully over his bruised face. "I would never be that mad
at you. Of course energy can feed off of different emotions." She kissed him softly on the mouth. "Love
just as well as hate."
"That's another reason I need you. You're the most compassionate person I know. If I can't
reason with her, you should be able to strike a cord, somehow." Morgana sighed.
"I shall do my best."
"I have faith in you." Darkwing whispered. Morgana smiled. Gently she placed her finger tips
on his wounded face. After a few seconds she removed them. She ran a hand around his neck and
removed the bandages.
"How's that feel?" She asked. Darkwing moved his hands to his face and neck. Most of the
bruises were gone and the cuts had vanished. The pain had disappeared. He smiled. Pulling her close, he
kissed her deeply.
"You're too good to me, Morgana McCawber." He breathed after a moment. She giggled and
put her hands into his.
"Don't you forget it, Darkwing!" Darkwing grinned.
"Never!" He said, squeezing her hands. Morgana whispered softly into his ear.
"Let's continue this conversation somewhere more comfortable." She kissed him and pulled him
out into the hallway. Darkwing reluctantly pulled away.
"I promised LP I'd get home to recuperate." Morgana grinned, wickedly.
"I think you're recuperating just fine right here."
Darkwing laughed softly. Morgana continued to pull him down the hall way. The candles
mounted along the wall went out one by one. They reached the end of the hall and stood in the doorway
of Morgana's bed room. As she began to lead him through the door, Darkwing opened his mouth to say
something, but was silenced by a passionate kiss. Soft candle light flickered off the walls of the room.
Morgana reached down and gently removed Darkwing's mask. She softly kissed the once battered side of
his face. Darkwing closed his eyes and let his heart run wild.
"Much too good to me...." He murmured softly. Morgana smiled. She waved a hand, and the
door quietly shut its self.
The door the small apartment flew open and hit the wall with a loud bang. The girl entered and
slammed the door shut just as hard. She threw the helmet at a framed picture of sail boats that had come
with the room. It struck the glass casing, shattering it to pieces. She ripped the swords from her back and
threw them on the bed. She stood for a moment, feeling her blood boil beneath her skin. She swung her
fist and hit the apartment wall as hard as she could.
"Damn it!" She hissed pulling her hand from the dent in the wall. All she had to have done was
drop the blades, and his head would have rolled away. She groaned loudly. Her whole body felt sore.
She removed the patch from her eye and ran a hand over her face. It came to rest on the scar. She felt the
stitches the doctor had put in weeks ago. She sighed and went into the bath room, flicking on the light.
She put her face close to the mirror and starred at the rip in her flesh. Carefully, she moved two claws
under the thread and pulled gently. The knotting came loose and she continued to pull the thread,
weaving it back out of the skin. Finally she pulled the cord free from her face, still slightly bloody. She
tossed it into the trash can below the sink and looked back into the mirror. It had been weeks, but the
wound still looked fresh to her. She could still feel the pain of the flesh being torn open, and the eye
being ripped from the socket. She starred at the gash. Her face had been forever mutilated.
"Just another thing stolen from my life!" She thought bitterly. She glared at the face in the glass
that scowled back at her. She hated who she saw, a twisted, ugly shell of a young woman. She growled
angrily and sent her fist into the mirror. Shards of glass fell into the sink. Looking back to the shattered
pieces that clung to the wall, she saw herself in each sliver. She turned away in disgust. Turning off the
light she threw herself onto the bed, shoving the swords to the ground. After what seemed like hours, she
fell into a restless, nightmare ridden sleep.
Darkwing's eyes snapped open as the communicator on the bed side table started sputtering noises.
"DW? Where are you? Are you ok?" Lanchpad's voice came over in a shrill yell. Darkwing
picked up the communicator and answered in a sleepy voice.
"I'm ok, LP. What's the matter?"
"It's Negaduck! He's at the St. Canard correctional institute! The police radio didn't give a good
description of what he was threatening them with, but it's some kind of explosive. A strong one!"
Darkwing bolted up right.
"I'm on my way! Meet me half way in the Thunder Quack. The Rat Catcher can run on auto the
rest of the way to the tower." He ended communication and starred at the clock next to him. "4 PM!!
That's gotta be a new record!" He said aloud, but then again, he had been up late last night. He looked
next to him. Morgana was still asleep. He softly got out of bed and pulled his cloths on. He made his
way out side and to the Rat Catcher.
He had met Launchpad in the Thunder Quack a few blocks from the station. He set the Rat
Catcher on auto and leapt into the cock pit. Moments later they landed on a near by building top and
made their way to the station's roof. Darkwing noticed that half of the west side of the building had been
blown away.
"The building won't stay up much longer." He said. "We have to move fast!" They ripped off
the vent to a air duct and crawled in. The two followed the sounds of scared voices and disorder. They
reached the vent above a large cell block. They could see the Fearsome Five hard at work. The four
lackeys each held a dart gun in hand. Negaduck was barking orders to the prison guards.
"Get these cells open! And move it, or else you're gonna be blown to bits too small for a
microscope to find!" The guards hurried to open all the cells. The occupants rushed out, thrilled with
their new found freedom.
"Hey, what are we getting out for?" Ask a burley pit bull in orange.
"Good behavior!" Negaduck cackled. "I'm putting you boys in a work release program. I'm your
new boss!" His laughter was interrupted by the sound of helicopter blades. The chopper hung in mid air
as the police with in called out over a megaphone.
"Come out of the building with your hands up! The doors have been locked! There is no way
out!" Negaduck nearly died of hysterics.
"Oh I don't think doors are going to be a problem." He sneered. He called out to Megavolt.
"Hey battery boy! Be a gentleman and help our friends down!"
"My pleasure!" Megavolt fired a well aimed dart at the helicopter. A mass of flaming metal
rained down on the police on the ground.
"Get the rest of the cells open!" Negaduck ordered. "I want to be out of here before the place
comes down." Darkwing kicked the vent off the duct and jumped out, confronting Negaduck.
"Good thing you seem to like prisons so much, Negaduck! You're going to be seeing a lot more
of them, from the inside!" Negaduck snickered
"Nah! But lucky you! You get to be buried in one!" Negaduck whistled to two huge inmates.
They came up to Darkwing and Launchpad, grabbing them from behind, they flung them into an empty
cell and slammed the door. "How ironic, the great crusader for justice, dies in a prison cell!" Negaduck
sneered.
"All the prisoners are out, boss!" Bushroot reported. Negaduck rubbed his hands together.
"Good! You four know where to take them! Get going!" The four hustled the convicts out of the
building. "Oh Liquidator!" Negaduck called to the last of the four to exit. "Give me your gun, I want
one more shot at this place before I go, to make sure it comes down." Liquidator handed him his dart gun
and headed out the door. Negaduck turned and bowed sarcastically to the quivering prison guards. Then
he turned to face Darkwing. An evil grin spread over his lips momentarily before he spit in Darkwing's
face. Laughing to himself he turned to go.
He stopped suddenly, his eyes inches from the tips of the twin blades. The black cat stood
before him, her teeth gnashed and eye glowing in rage. A low growl came from deep in her throat.
"This time, your blood spills!" She spit. She thrust the blades forward swiftly. Negaduck
dropped out of the way just in time. The girl stumbled for ward as the swords pierced air. She turned
suddenly, dropping the blades, trying to pin Negaduck to the floor. He rolled and dodged the blades as the
fell around him.
Darkwing took advantage of the situation that was keeping Negaduck occupied. He slid a
skeleton key from his breast pocket to the cells key hole. He fumbled with it momentarily before the door
swung open. He and Launchpad stood by, watching as the girl swung her blades, clipping Negaduck
under the chin. The sting of the cut jarred him and he stopped moving. He held his hand to the cut,
trying to rub the pain away. He realized his mistake to late. The girl moved her weight to one side of her
body and kicked him in the chest. He fell back wards, bumping into Darkwing. Darkwing grabbed him,
holding his arms behind his back, he slapped hand cuffs around Negaduck's wrists. The girl brandished
the blades, poised to run Negaduck through.
"Wait!!!" Darkwing yelled as loud as he could. The girl was startled. She hadn't even noticed
Darkwing. She recognized him immediately and growled in rage.
"You again?!? I warned you to stay out of my way! You're not robbing me of this moment
again! Stand aside, unless you want to be killed along with this scum!!!" She barely gave him time to
move before she lunged forward. Darkwing hauled Negaduck and himself to the side quickly. The girl
stopped herself before she ran into the bars of an empty cell.
"Listen to me!" Darkwing pleaded. "I can take him away! You don't have to murder him. I'll
lock him up so tight he'll never see the light of day again, I swear!" The girl pointed a blade at
Negaduck's head.
"He'll never see the light of day again any way. Or breath the air, or feel the wind...or feel
anything else!" Darkwing could feel that a hasty retreat would most likely be needed. He whispered to
Launchpad from the side of his mouth.
"Go get the Thunder Quack ready to go!" Launchpad nodded and backed up to the missing side
of the building. He hoisted himself up the wall with the steal supports jutting out from the bricks.
Darkwing kept his eyes focused on the girl. She was ready to lash out any second. He tried to plead with
her again.
"This isn't the way! I don't know what he did to you, but what ever it was, two wrongs never
make a right! Trust me, justice will be served!"
"To hell with right and wrong," She hissed. "this IS my justice!" She drew back ready to plunge
the swords into Negaduck. Just as she began to move forward a violent rumble shook the whole building.
It knocked Darkwing down, falling on top of Negaduck. He lifted himself up and yelled to the guards in
the corner.
"Get out of here, fast! Go the same way my friend did!" They wasted no time jumping to their
feet and shimmying down the wall.
Negaduck had been working a pick he had hidden up his sleeve to unlock the cuffs. The lock
snapped open and he ripped his hands free. He swiftly turned around and shoved Darkwing backwards
roughly. He jumped up and ran for the door, slamming it behind him, causing another rumble. The girl
had picked herself up from where she had fallen on the floor and was about to run after him.
"Not that way!" Darkwing yelled. "The whole building's about to collapse, you'll be crushed!"
She turned on him.
"I should crush you right here!" She snapped. "I warned you what would happen if you got in
my way one more....." She stopped abruptly as the building began shaking. Chunks of the ceiling were
beginning to fall. Darkwing looked to the missing wall to see the Thunder Quack hovering near the open
floor. He rushed forward and grabbed the girl by the wrist.
"You can kill me later! We need to get out of here before we're both crushed!"
With a snarl the girl ripped her arm away from him. She sheathed her blades and wrapped her
hands around his neck, squeezing as hard as she could. Darkwing felt himself grow weak. His eyes
began to cloud over. He tried to struggle but found it useless. Her grip was too tight.
Suddenly she let go. Darkwing gasped for air and looked around frantically as his sight returned.
He saw immediately what had stopped her. A small chunk of the ceiling had fallen, hitting her on the
head and knocking her out. Darkwing turned to see Launchpad waving frantically from the opened cock
pit of the Thunder Quack.
"Come on DW! The place is gonna fall any second!" The rumbling of the building had grown
more and more intense. Darkwing looked over to the girl. Quickly, he picked her up off the floor and
carried her to the edge of the building. He stepped out onto the nose of the place and into the cock pit. He
gently set her down in the back and hopped into his seat, throwing the belt around him.
"Let's get out of here LP!" The Thunder Quack jolted forward. It was only inches away from the
building as it rumbled one last time, and then crumbled to the ground. Darkwing looked back and heaved
a sigh. "Let's get back to the tower." He said. Launchpad looked back at the third passenger. He
swallowed a lump in his throat and spoke in fearful tones.
"Are you sure you wanted to save her? She tried to kill you! She's not going to be any less upset
with you when she wakes up!" Darkwing nodded and looked back at the girl.
"Upset or not. I wasn't going to let her die. Besides, we need her." Launchpad gave him a
scared and puzzled look. "I'll explain when we get to the tower." Darkwing looked back at the girl one
last time. A chill ran up his spine.
"I just hope she doesn't wake up before that." He thought to himself.
The injuries were too bad to waist time. Darkwing let himself be led into the ER. The doctor cleaned and
bandaged the cuts, then took x-rays of the jaw and cheek bone to see if they had been broken.
"You're lucky Mr. uh...Duck. Nothing's broken, but you may want to avoid very hard foods for a
few days. There's a crack in your jaw bone a shade bigger than hair line, it should heal it's self. I'd
suggest picking up a fairly strong over-the-counter pain killer. And put some ice on the wound, it'll help
the swelling." Darkwing nodded and left the hospital.
When they returned to the tower Launchpad began to lead Darkwing to the chairs. They were
sitting, about to depart when something flashed into Darkwing's mind. He stopped Launchpad from
hitting the switch.
"Wait a second! I can't go home just yet!" Launchpad looked at him as if he'd gone mad.
"You need to rest DW. You heard the doctor."
"Yes I know! And I will in a while but I promised Morgana I'd..." Launchpad looked at him,
concerned.
"You'd what DW?" Darkwing shook his head.
"I just need to talk to her." He said. He got up and made his way to the Rat Catcher. Launchpad
leapt up and blocked Darkwing's path.
"What do you think you're doing?" Darkwing pushed him aside and got on the motorcycle.
"Don't worry I'll be fine!"Darkwing said testily. Launchpad protested.
"You're in no condition to ride and you know it!"
"I'll be extra careful!" Darkwing assured him as he slipped on his helmet. "Don't worry I'll be
fine." Before Lauchpad had time to say anything else, Darkwing hit the elevator switch and was lowered
down. He hit the street and headed to Morgana's.
Darkwing stood in front of the door. He waited impatiently for it to open. Finally he raised his
hand to knock. Before his had reached it, the door swung open by its self. Darkwing grumbled something
and walked in. He wandered around to first floor, Morgana wasn't down stairs. He called softly up the
stair way.
"Morg? You home?" He listened as a fait reply came.
"In the study." He made his way up the stairs and stood in the door way of a vast study.
Books lined the walls on both sides. Darkwing saw Morgana seated at a large desk, her eyes
buried in a book. Her head rested on her hand, which was also holding a pen, she stopped reading
momentarily to jot something down in a note book. Finally she put the pen down and rubbed her eyes.
She ran a hand over her hair, which was held back in a long French braid, smoothing down wayward
strands. She stood and stretched, looking towards the door way.
"Sorry Dark, hard for me to put a book down once I get........OH MY GOD!!!" She starred at
Darkwing's face as he walked forward, emerging from the shadows. The swelling on his face had gone
down, a lot, but it still looked awful. "Dark what on earth happened to you!" She ran forward and placed
the tips of her fingers under his bill, moving it to the side. He placed his hands on hers and stroked them
gently.
"It's all right," He said softly. "it'll heal soon." Morgana freed her right hand and ran it softly
down the other side of his face.
"You poor thing." She whispered softly. Her hand ran down past his face and made its way
down his neck. It stopped once it glided over the bandages. Morgana looked down at his neck. The
blood had stopped a while ago, but it had soaked through slightly, leaving traces of crimson on the out
side of the bandages. "Who did this to you, Dark?" She asked around the lump in her throat. Seeing him
like this upset her, reminded her of how dangerous his job was.
"I don't know for sure." He said. "But it may have been our visitor from the east..." Morgana's
eyes widened in horror.
"You saw it?!? You fought it?!? Something that deadly and angry?!? Oh Dark, what were you
thinking?!?" Darkwing sighed.
"I didn't fight her, she attacked me. And you're right, she was plenty angry" Morgana cut him
off.
"She? Female? As in a person???" Darkwing nodded.
"A tall black cat." He answered. Morgana shook her head in disbelieve.
"A person....walking around with that much hatred and anger...."
"What did you think it was?" Darkwing looked at her questioningly.
"A demon, a sorcerer, an evil entity. But I never thought it would be.....human."
"You may not be far off." Darkwing told her. "She fought like a demon, had power like a
sorcerer, and was as strong as any evil entity." Morgana looked at him.
"I thought you said you didn't fight her."
"I didn't, but she took out Megavolt, Liquidator, Quacker Jack and Bushroot with out working up
a sweat. Nearly scalped Negaduck. She seemed to think he was the demon..."
"What makes you say she power like a sorcerer? Did she use magic?"
"Looked like it. She just raised a hand and Liquidator went flying into the wall." Morgana
thought for a moment.
"It may not me magic, but it explains the vast amounts of energy I felt. She has to channel it
somehow. So she had it out for Negaduck?"
"And how! She nearly killed him." Darkwing blushed slightly. "I tried to stop her and he got
away. Wanted to jail him, not kill him, or let him get off." He gently put a hand to the black eye that had
formed. "I guess she didn't agree with me."
"If this is what she did to you, I'd almost hate to see what she would have done to Negaduck."
Darkwing smiled.
"Yeah well at least I got her message. She doesn't want me getting in the way again."
"Sounds like a good idea!" Morgana breathed a quick sigh of relive. Darkwing frowned.
"I can't let her kill some one, Morg, not even if it's Negaduck." There was a tense edge in
Morgana's voice as she spoke.
"Dark, please...look at what she did to you, and this was just a warning!" Darkwing nodded.
"Morg, sit down." He led her to the desk chair. She sat down, Darkwing held her hands in his.
He looked her in the eyes, his face expressionless as he spoke.
"She is powerful, deadly and angry. But not really angry at me. All the time that I've been after
Negaduck I've never really been able to catch him. Some how or another he gets away in the end. But she
had him. If it weren't for me he wouldn't have gotten away. She was about to kill him and I couldn't
allow that but still, she had him. I don't know who she is, or where exactly she came from or why she
hates him so much. But she's a very skilled fighter. She's also fearless and confident. I watched her. She
could probably take out half an army if she needed too." Morgana looked at him, confused.
"Dark, I don't understand what you're saying." Darkwing sighed and answered.
"I don't know how dangerous it would be to face her again....but I could use her help." Morgana
looked at him in shock.
"No, Dark! She'll kill you!" Darkwing shook his head.
"I need to make her see that I'm the good guy, that I'm not the enemy."
"Dark, when some one is that full of hatred, every one is their enemy!" She looked at him
pleadingly. His face was stern. She could tell he was determined. "All right." She said. "Let's say you
get hold of her. Let's say you can reason with her and she agrees. What happens when you get
Negaduck? She's obviously as determined to have him in a grave as you are to have him in a cell. Do you
really think you'll win out in the end?" Darkwing closed his eyes for a moment.
"I have to try! Negaduck's up to something, something horrible! I can tell. I have to do what
ever I can to stop him and if worse comes to worse.......I just have to try..." Morgana stood and gently
hugged him to her.
"You're a reckless fool Darkwing Duck! Too damn brave for you're own good."
"Don't worry, I won't be alone." He grinned. "You're gonna help me."
"I am, am I?" Morgana smiled, despite herself. "And just how am I going to do that?"
"You're the only person I can think of that could possibly match energy with her. You said your
self she must have plenty. I'd need some one to contain her if she got out of hand."
"Your assuming I could over power her. If she has that much extra energy, it must be feeding off
her anger. I'm not sure I could top that." Darkwing chuckled.
"I don't know, you've over powered me a good many times when you were miffed!"
"That was different." She ran a hand carefully over his bruised face. "I would never be that mad
at you. Of course energy can feed off of different emotions." She kissed him softly on the mouth. "Love
just as well as hate."
"That's another reason I need you. You're the most compassionate person I know. If I can't
reason with her, you should be able to strike a cord, somehow." Morgana sighed.
"I shall do my best."
"I have faith in you." Darkwing whispered. Morgana smiled. Gently she placed her finger tips
on his wounded face. After a few seconds she removed them. She ran a hand around his neck and
removed the bandages.
"How's that feel?" She asked. Darkwing moved his hands to his face and neck. Most of the
bruises were gone and the cuts had vanished. The pain had disappeared. He smiled. Pulling her close, he
kissed her deeply.
"You're too good to me, Morgana McCawber." He breathed after a moment. She giggled and
put her hands into his.
"Don't you forget it, Darkwing!" Darkwing grinned.
"Never!" He said, squeezing her hands. Morgana whispered softly into his ear.
"Let's continue this conversation somewhere more comfortable." She kissed him and pulled him
out into the hallway. Darkwing reluctantly pulled away.
"I promised LP I'd get home to recuperate." Morgana grinned, wickedly.
"I think you're recuperating just fine right here."
Darkwing laughed softly. Morgana continued to pull him down the hall way. The candles
mounted along the wall went out one by one. They reached the end of the hall and stood in the doorway
of Morgana's bed room. As she began to lead him through the door, Darkwing opened his mouth to say
something, but was silenced by a passionate kiss. Soft candle light flickered off the walls of the room.
Morgana reached down and gently removed Darkwing's mask. She softly kissed the once battered side of
his face. Darkwing closed his eyes and let his heart run wild.
"Much too good to me...." He murmured softly. Morgana smiled. She waved a hand, and the
door quietly shut its self.
The door the small apartment flew open and hit the wall with a loud bang. The girl entered and
slammed the door shut just as hard. She threw the helmet at a framed picture of sail boats that had come
with the room. It struck the glass casing, shattering it to pieces. She ripped the swords from her back and
threw them on the bed. She stood for a moment, feeling her blood boil beneath her skin. She swung her
fist and hit the apartment wall as hard as she could.
"Damn it!" She hissed pulling her hand from the dent in the wall. All she had to have done was
drop the blades, and his head would have rolled away. She groaned loudly. Her whole body felt sore.
She removed the patch from her eye and ran a hand over her face. It came to rest on the scar. She felt the
stitches the doctor had put in weeks ago. She sighed and went into the bath room, flicking on the light.
She put her face close to the mirror and starred at the rip in her flesh. Carefully, she moved two claws
under the thread and pulled gently. The knotting came loose and she continued to pull the thread,
weaving it back out of the skin. Finally she pulled the cord free from her face, still slightly bloody. She
tossed it into the trash can below the sink and looked back into the mirror. It had been weeks, but the
wound still looked fresh to her. She could still feel the pain of the flesh being torn open, and the eye
being ripped from the socket. She starred at the gash. Her face had been forever mutilated.
"Just another thing stolen from my life!" She thought bitterly. She glared at the face in the glass
that scowled back at her. She hated who she saw, a twisted, ugly shell of a young woman. She growled
angrily and sent her fist into the mirror. Shards of glass fell into the sink. Looking back to the shattered
pieces that clung to the wall, she saw herself in each sliver. She turned away in disgust. Turning off the
light she threw herself onto the bed, shoving the swords to the ground. After what seemed like hours, she
fell into a restless, nightmare ridden sleep.
Darkwing's eyes snapped open as the communicator on the bed side table started sputtering noises.
"DW? Where are you? Are you ok?" Lanchpad's voice came over in a shrill yell. Darkwing
picked up the communicator and answered in a sleepy voice.
"I'm ok, LP. What's the matter?"
"It's Negaduck! He's at the St. Canard correctional institute! The police radio didn't give a good
description of what he was threatening them with, but it's some kind of explosive. A strong one!"
Darkwing bolted up right.
"I'm on my way! Meet me half way in the Thunder Quack. The Rat Catcher can run on auto the
rest of the way to the tower." He ended communication and starred at the clock next to him. "4 PM!!
That's gotta be a new record!" He said aloud, but then again, he had been up late last night. He looked
next to him. Morgana was still asleep. He softly got out of bed and pulled his cloths on. He made his
way out side and to the Rat Catcher.
He had met Launchpad in the Thunder Quack a few blocks from the station. He set the Rat
Catcher on auto and leapt into the cock pit. Moments later they landed on a near by building top and
made their way to the station's roof. Darkwing noticed that half of the west side of the building had been
blown away.
"The building won't stay up much longer." He said. "We have to move fast!" They ripped off
the vent to a air duct and crawled in. The two followed the sounds of scared voices and disorder. They
reached the vent above a large cell block. They could see the Fearsome Five hard at work. The four
lackeys each held a dart gun in hand. Negaduck was barking orders to the prison guards.
"Get these cells open! And move it, or else you're gonna be blown to bits too small for a
microscope to find!" The guards hurried to open all the cells. The occupants rushed out, thrilled with
their new found freedom.
"Hey, what are we getting out for?" Ask a burley pit bull in orange.
"Good behavior!" Negaduck cackled. "I'm putting you boys in a work release program. I'm your
new boss!" His laughter was interrupted by the sound of helicopter blades. The chopper hung in mid air
as the police with in called out over a megaphone.
"Come out of the building with your hands up! The doors have been locked! There is no way
out!" Negaduck nearly died of hysterics.
"Oh I don't think doors are going to be a problem." He sneered. He called out to Megavolt.
"Hey battery boy! Be a gentleman and help our friends down!"
"My pleasure!" Megavolt fired a well aimed dart at the helicopter. A mass of flaming metal
rained down on the police on the ground.
"Get the rest of the cells open!" Negaduck ordered. "I want to be out of here before the place
comes down." Darkwing kicked the vent off the duct and jumped out, confronting Negaduck.
"Good thing you seem to like prisons so much, Negaduck! You're going to be seeing a lot more
of them, from the inside!" Negaduck snickered
"Nah! But lucky you! You get to be buried in one!" Negaduck whistled to two huge inmates.
They came up to Darkwing and Launchpad, grabbing them from behind, they flung them into an empty
cell and slammed the door. "How ironic, the great crusader for justice, dies in a prison cell!" Negaduck
sneered.
"All the prisoners are out, boss!" Bushroot reported. Negaduck rubbed his hands together.
"Good! You four know where to take them! Get going!" The four hustled the convicts out of the
building. "Oh Liquidator!" Negaduck called to the last of the four to exit. "Give me your gun, I want
one more shot at this place before I go, to make sure it comes down." Liquidator handed him his dart gun
and headed out the door. Negaduck turned and bowed sarcastically to the quivering prison guards. Then
he turned to face Darkwing. An evil grin spread over his lips momentarily before he spit in Darkwing's
face. Laughing to himself he turned to go.
He stopped suddenly, his eyes inches from the tips of the twin blades. The black cat stood
before him, her teeth gnashed and eye glowing in rage. A low growl came from deep in her throat.
"This time, your blood spills!" She spit. She thrust the blades forward swiftly. Negaduck
dropped out of the way just in time. The girl stumbled for ward as the swords pierced air. She turned
suddenly, dropping the blades, trying to pin Negaduck to the floor. He rolled and dodged the blades as the
fell around him.
Darkwing took advantage of the situation that was keeping Negaduck occupied. He slid a
skeleton key from his breast pocket to the cells key hole. He fumbled with it momentarily before the door
swung open. He and Launchpad stood by, watching as the girl swung her blades, clipping Negaduck
under the chin. The sting of the cut jarred him and he stopped moving. He held his hand to the cut,
trying to rub the pain away. He realized his mistake to late. The girl moved her weight to one side of her
body and kicked him in the chest. He fell back wards, bumping into Darkwing. Darkwing grabbed him,
holding his arms behind his back, he slapped hand cuffs around Negaduck's wrists. The girl brandished
the blades, poised to run Negaduck through.
"Wait!!!" Darkwing yelled as loud as he could. The girl was startled. She hadn't even noticed
Darkwing. She recognized him immediately and growled in rage.
"You again?!? I warned you to stay out of my way! You're not robbing me of this moment
again! Stand aside, unless you want to be killed along with this scum!!!" She barely gave him time to
move before she lunged forward. Darkwing hauled Negaduck and himself to the side quickly. The girl
stopped herself before she ran into the bars of an empty cell.
"Listen to me!" Darkwing pleaded. "I can take him away! You don't have to murder him. I'll
lock him up so tight he'll never see the light of day again, I swear!" The girl pointed a blade at
Negaduck's head.
"He'll never see the light of day again any way. Or breath the air, or feel the wind...or feel
anything else!" Darkwing could feel that a hasty retreat would most likely be needed. He whispered to
Launchpad from the side of his mouth.
"Go get the Thunder Quack ready to go!" Launchpad nodded and backed up to the missing side
of the building. He hoisted himself up the wall with the steal supports jutting out from the bricks.
Darkwing kept his eyes focused on the girl. She was ready to lash out any second. He tried to plead with
her again.
"This isn't the way! I don't know what he did to you, but what ever it was, two wrongs never
make a right! Trust me, justice will be served!"
"To hell with right and wrong," She hissed. "this IS my justice!" She drew back ready to plunge
the swords into Negaduck. Just as she began to move forward a violent rumble shook the whole building.
It knocked Darkwing down, falling on top of Negaduck. He lifted himself up and yelled to the guards in
the corner.
"Get out of here, fast! Go the same way my friend did!" They wasted no time jumping to their
feet and shimmying down the wall.
Negaduck had been working a pick he had hidden up his sleeve to unlock the cuffs. The lock
snapped open and he ripped his hands free. He swiftly turned around and shoved Darkwing backwards
roughly. He jumped up and ran for the door, slamming it behind him, causing another rumble. The girl
had picked herself up from where she had fallen on the floor and was about to run after him.
"Not that way!" Darkwing yelled. "The whole building's about to collapse, you'll be crushed!"
She turned on him.
"I should crush you right here!" She snapped. "I warned you what would happen if you got in
my way one more....." She stopped abruptly as the building began shaking. Chunks of the ceiling were
beginning to fall. Darkwing looked to the missing wall to see the Thunder Quack hovering near the open
floor. He rushed forward and grabbed the girl by the wrist.
"You can kill me later! We need to get out of here before we're both crushed!"
With a snarl the girl ripped her arm away from him. She sheathed her blades and wrapped her
hands around his neck, squeezing as hard as she could. Darkwing felt himself grow weak. His eyes
began to cloud over. He tried to struggle but found it useless. Her grip was too tight.
Suddenly she let go. Darkwing gasped for air and looked around frantically as his sight returned.
He saw immediately what had stopped her. A small chunk of the ceiling had fallen, hitting her on the
head and knocking her out. Darkwing turned to see Launchpad waving frantically from the opened cock
pit of the Thunder Quack.
"Come on DW! The place is gonna fall any second!" The rumbling of the building had grown
more and more intense. Darkwing looked over to the girl. Quickly, he picked her up off the floor and
carried her to the edge of the building. He stepped out onto the nose of the place and into the cock pit. He
gently set her down in the back and hopped into his seat, throwing the belt around him.
"Let's get out of here LP!" The Thunder Quack jolted forward. It was only inches away from the
building as it rumbled one last time, and then crumbled to the ground. Darkwing looked back and heaved
a sigh. "Let's get back to the tower." He said. Launchpad looked back at the third passenger. He
swallowed a lump in his throat and spoke in fearful tones.
"Are you sure you wanted to save her? She tried to kill you! She's not going to be any less upset
with you when she wakes up!" Darkwing nodded and looked back at the girl.
"Upset or not. I wasn't going to let her die. Besides, we need her." Launchpad gave him a
scared and puzzled look. "I'll explain when we get to the tower." Darkwing looked back at the girl one
last time. A chill ran up his spine.
"I just hope she doesn't wake up before that." He thought to himself.
