A/N: Okay sooo...the first part was long(er)ish! Yeah! This part will deal with more of that fun stuff. You know
Child Abuse, Death, Destruction, Hunger, and yah know the stuff that we all hate/love to read.
I'd like to dedicate this part to PalliponStar her UNFINISHED fic, Only Second Best, (*cough*Which I must see more of
before I pass out and die*cough*) Is what gave me this idea about Canard. Thanks Pallipon! (*thinks* Sure hope I spelled
it right!)
Disclaimer: Everything you need to know is in Chapter 1. Including my rant about the TIME MD:TAS is put on for us in the
Mountain Standered Time Zone.
Don't Say a Word
Part 2: "Don't even breathe."
Bored. He hated bored. When you're bored you had time to think. And thinking was bad, very bad.
"Man there is NOTHING to do around here!"
"Why don't you read your comics or watch TV or something?"
"No new ones 'til next week, all reruns." Duke rolled his eyes. Sometimes there was just no pleasing that kid.
"Why don't you go practice?" WildWing suggested. NoseDive looked at him. If he practiced, WITH someone, then he couldn't think.
And if he couldn't think, he could remember. And if he didn't remember he couldn't feel the pain.
"Great idea bro! But only if you come with me!" WildWing and Duke looked at each other. This was unusual behavior for NoseDive.
Practicing when he could be having, well, fun? Remembering the events of that morning, however, WildWing got a sympathetic look on
his face.
"Sure baby bro."
"I'm not a baby." NoseDive said, with very little enthusiasm. Truth be told, he was rather fond of the nickname. The pair got up to go
grab thier gear.
"You coming Duke?" WildWing turned to ask.
"Nah. You two need to spend so quality time together. Between saving the kid from Draganus, and then saving him from Mallory he might
start to think that's all your good for." WildWing chuckled. His little brother sure did have a knack for being were the trouble was. Mostly
because he was generally the one who started it.
"Thanks Duke." Wing waved, before chasing after Dive. On the ice, they decided to work on Dive's aim (which is actually really good but hey
everything can be improved) while working on Wing's blocking skills at the same time.
"Duck!"
"What?"
"No seriously!" The puck Dive had just shot ricoched (I KNOW that isn't spelled right but, no spell check) of Wing's stick, onto the wall, onto the goalie
net pole, and was no bouncing around the room.
"Hit the deck!" Both ducked (-_-, no pun intended), covering thier heads. Despite this they both got hit a number of times before it finally stopped.
"Well, that was fun."
"Depends on your definition." They looked at each other, and cracked up.
"You shoulda' seen the look on your face when that thing nearly took your mask off."
"Oh look it took out some strands of your hair." They both laughed until they could barely breathe. They got up and headed back toward the locker rooms.
Wing gently ruffled Dive's hair. "You know you look tired. Why don't you take a nap or something?"
"Naps are for kiddies."
"Who you calling a kiddy? I'm going to take a nap. I'm beat and I want to be 100% for our game tonight." NoseDive quickly saw that this was one of those
arguements that no matter how hard you tried you just couldn't win.
"Fine. I'll take a nap."
"That's a good baby brother."
"I'm not a baby! And I'm not a dog either." WildWing just laughed and took off his gear. Back downstairs, NoseDive entered his room. It was messy, he liked
it like that. It didn't remind him of his cell that way. His room was deathly quiet, to quiet for Dive's liking. He was to tired to resist the temptation of his bed.
He knew the nightmares would come, about one thing or another. But exhaustion is a very strong emotion. Quietly, resistingly, he nodded off to sleep.
i"You!" Canard lunged at him, knocking him off his feet. "You and your stupid jokes! I've had it up to here with them!" WildWing had left the room for a minute
to answer a phone call. The two brothers and WildWing's best friend where home alone for a few hours, practicing hockey. Right before he'd left Dive had told Wing
a joke that involved one of Canard's favoriate hockey players. It didn't make fun of him or anything, and Wing thought it was very funny. Canard took the opertunity
of Wing leaving to take his fraustrations about losing the video game he was playing on Dive, using the joke as an excuse. He took careful aim and landed a punch
on the end of NoseDive's beak. Temperaroly blinded he stumbled out the door. Canard seized him around the neck.
"You're a little pain you know! Totally worthless! Helpless, pathetic, and a distracting to WildWing. It's because of you your brother isn't as great as he could be. It's always
'Hold on Canard I have to go check on Dive.' 'Wait here, I've gotta' run back and get Dive.' 'Come on Canard let's let Dive play.' 'Canard slow down, Dive can't go that fast yet,
he's just a kid'." Canard spit these words out angerily. Dive could see the world fading. He struggled. He didn't want to die! He was only 11, WAY to young to face death yet.
"That's right NoseDive. Don't even breathe! Save the oxgen for those of us worthy to be alive." Canard heard the clicking of WildWing getting off the phone. "If you breathe a word
of this to wing I swear I will break both your wings and snap your hockey stick over your head." With a good punch to Dive's chest he knocked the kid down the stairs. Then he
changed his expression from furie to a fake concern.
"Dive! Canard what happened to him!"
"He er...Tripped over his feet and fell down the stairs."
"He looks like he's been strangled."
"It's your imagenation WildWing!" Wing looked sceptical, but what could he do about it. He hadn't seen what had happened after all.
"You okay Dive?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just feel down the stairs again, that's all." He managed to gasp out, trying to regain some oxgen.
"You sound like you got the wind knocked out of you baby bro."
"Hit my chest on the railing. I'll be alright." Wing bend down and lifted his little brother onto his shoulders, carrying him upstairs.
"Okay then. I'll let you rest on my bed while I finish kicking Canard's trash." WildWing walked toward his room, Canard following. Dive turned to look back at him. Canard gave him
a glare that told him next time he might not be lucky enough to survive./i
"Dive! Would you wake up!" Dive opened his eyes, and saw his big brothers worried face. Upon seeing Dive's eyes open he loosened his grip on his shoulders...slightly. "Man little brother!
You scared the wits out of me! I get up to get a soda and hear you screaming my name like Draganus himself was trying to kill yah!" He scoop his shocked little brother into a hug.
Dive mentally cursed his large beak that had a tendancy to act on it's own.
"I'm okay big bro. Just having a nightmare about Mallory chasing me with some large scissors, threatening to cut my hair off." Sometimes his imageination impressed even him.
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah I'm alright. You probably won't see the scissors again for the next few monthes, but I'm okay." WildWing smiled at him, then left. NoseDive mentally kicked himself. He told himself
he didn't know why he didn't just tell WildWing the truth. After all Canard was gone and couldn't hurt him anymore right? But subconciously he knew the truth. He feared Canard still as
much as he feared the camps. Even though Canard couldn't hurt him anymore he still feared him. Feared him? He was still down right terrified of the guy. As much, if not more so, then
all the stuff he'd seen on PuckWorld a year after that put together. NoseDive shivered and drew his knees up to his chest. He knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep again for a while.
bYeah I know. Real original idea Ty! Not! But I can't help it! NoseDive is such an indefinate character AND he has a big brother. Both plus if you want a TV show character to have lots
of fan fics written about him. 'Cause not only will his actions affect him, but his big brother as well. Like Kari of TK on digimon. Anywayz part 3 will be up as soon as A)I get inspiration
or B) I finish part 6 of "Didn't Know What I Had". OKay? Think you can survive that long?
Child Abuse, Death, Destruction, Hunger, and yah know the stuff that we all hate/love to read.
I'd like to dedicate this part to PalliponStar her UNFINISHED fic, Only Second Best, (*cough*Which I must see more of
before I pass out and die*cough*) Is what gave me this idea about Canard. Thanks Pallipon! (*thinks* Sure hope I spelled
it right!)
Disclaimer: Everything you need to know is in Chapter 1. Including my rant about the TIME MD:TAS is put on for us in the
Mountain Standered Time Zone.
Don't Say a Word
Part 2: "Don't even breathe."
Bored. He hated bored. When you're bored you had time to think. And thinking was bad, very bad.
"Man there is NOTHING to do around here!"
"Why don't you read your comics or watch TV or something?"
"No new ones 'til next week, all reruns." Duke rolled his eyes. Sometimes there was just no pleasing that kid.
"Why don't you go practice?" WildWing suggested. NoseDive looked at him. If he practiced, WITH someone, then he couldn't think.
And if he couldn't think, he could remember. And if he didn't remember he couldn't feel the pain.
"Great idea bro! But only if you come with me!" WildWing and Duke looked at each other. This was unusual behavior for NoseDive.
Practicing when he could be having, well, fun? Remembering the events of that morning, however, WildWing got a sympathetic look on
his face.
"Sure baby bro."
"I'm not a baby." NoseDive said, with very little enthusiasm. Truth be told, he was rather fond of the nickname. The pair got up to go
grab thier gear.
"You coming Duke?" WildWing turned to ask.
"Nah. You two need to spend so quality time together. Between saving the kid from Draganus, and then saving him from Mallory he might
start to think that's all your good for." WildWing chuckled. His little brother sure did have a knack for being were the trouble was. Mostly
because he was generally the one who started it.
"Thanks Duke." Wing waved, before chasing after Dive. On the ice, they decided to work on Dive's aim (which is actually really good but hey
everything can be improved) while working on Wing's blocking skills at the same time.
"Duck!"
"What?"
"No seriously!" The puck Dive had just shot ricoched (I KNOW that isn't spelled right but, no spell check) of Wing's stick, onto the wall, onto the goalie
net pole, and was no bouncing around the room.
"Hit the deck!" Both ducked (-_-, no pun intended), covering thier heads. Despite this they both got hit a number of times before it finally stopped.
"Well, that was fun."
"Depends on your definition." They looked at each other, and cracked up.
"You shoulda' seen the look on your face when that thing nearly took your mask off."
"Oh look it took out some strands of your hair." They both laughed until they could barely breathe. They got up and headed back toward the locker rooms.
Wing gently ruffled Dive's hair. "You know you look tired. Why don't you take a nap or something?"
"Naps are for kiddies."
"Who you calling a kiddy? I'm going to take a nap. I'm beat and I want to be 100% for our game tonight." NoseDive quickly saw that this was one of those
arguements that no matter how hard you tried you just couldn't win.
"Fine. I'll take a nap."
"That's a good baby brother."
"I'm not a baby! And I'm not a dog either." WildWing just laughed and took off his gear. Back downstairs, NoseDive entered his room. It was messy, he liked
it like that. It didn't remind him of his cell that way. His room was deathly quiet, to quiet for Dive's liking. He was to tired to resist the temptation of his bed.
He knew the nightmares would come, about one thing or another. But exhaustion is a very strong emotion. Quietly, resistingly, he nodded off to sleep.
i"You!" Canard lunged at him, knocking him off his feet. "You and your stupid jokes! I've had it up to here with them!" WildWing had left the room for a minute
to answer a phone call. The two brothers and WildWing's best friend where home alone for a few hours, practicing hockey. Right before he'd left Dive had told Wing
a joke that involved one of Canard's favoriate hockey players. It didn't make fun of him or anything, and Wing thought it was very funny. Canard took the opertunity
of Wing leaving to take his fraustrations about losing the video game he was playing on Dive, using the joke as an excuse. He took careful aim and landed a punch
on the end of NoseDive's beak. Temperaroly blinded he stumbled out the door. Canard seized him around the neck.
"You're a little pain you know! Totally worthless! Helpless, pathetic, and a distracting to WildWing. It's because of you your brother isn't as great as he could be. It's always
'Hold on Canard I have to go check on Dive.' 'Wait here, I've gotta' run back and get Dive.' 'Come on Canard let's let Dive play.' 'Canard slow down, Dive can't go that fast yet,
he's just a kid'." Canard spit these words out angerily. Dive could see the world fading. He struggled. He didn't want to die! He was only 11, WAY to young to face death yet.
"That's right NoseDive. Don't even breathe! Save the oxgen for those of us worthy to be alive." Canard heard the clicking of WildWing getting off the phone. "If you breathe a word
of this to wing I swear I will break both your wings and snap your hockey stick over your head." With a good punch to Dive's chest he knocked the kid down the stairs. Then he
changed his expression from furie to a fake concern.
"Dive! Canard what happened to him!"
"He er...Tripped over his feet and fell down the stairs."
"He looks like he's been strangled."
"It's your imagenation WildWing!" Wing looked sceptical, but what could he do about it. He hadn't seen what had happened after all.
"You okay Dive?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just feel down the stairs again, that's all." He managed to gasp out, trying to regain some oxgen.
"You sound like you got the wind knocked out of you baby bro."
"Hit my chest on the railing. I'll be alright." Wing bend down and lifted his little brother onto his shoulders, carrying him upstairs.
"Okay then. I'll let you rest on my bed while I finish kicking Canard's trash." WildWing walked toward his room, Canard following. Dive turned to look back at him. Canard gave him
a glare that told him next time he might not be lucky enough to survive./i
"Dive! Would you wake up!" Dive opened his eyes, and saw his big brothers worried face. Upon seeing Dive's eyes open he loosened his grip on his shoulders...slightly. "Man little brother!
You scared the wits out of me! I get up to get a soda and hear you screaming my name like Draganus himself was trying to kill yah!" He scoop his shocked little brother into a hug.
Dive mentally cursed his large beak that had a tendancy to act on it's own.
"I'm okay big bro. Just having a nightmare about Mallory chasing me with some large scissors, threatening to cut my hair off." Sometimes his imageination impressed even him.
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah I'm alright. You probably won't see the scissors again for the next few monthes, but I'm okay." WildWing smiled at him, then left. NoseDive mentally kicked himself. He told himself
he didn't know why he didn't just tell WildWing the truth. After all Canard was gone and couldn't hurt him anymore right? But subconciously he knew the truth. He feared Canard still as
much as he feared the camps. Even though Canard couldn't hurt him anymore he still feared him. Feared him? He was still down right terrified of the guy. As much, if not more so, then
all the stuff he'd seen on PuckWorld a year after that put together. NoseDive shivered and drew his knees up to his chest. He knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep again for a while.
bYeah I know. Real original idea Ty! Not! But I can't help it! NoseDive is such an indefinate character AND he has a big brother. Both plus if you want a TV show character to have lots
of fan fics written about him. 'Cause not only will his actions affect him, but his big brother as well. Like Kari of TK on digimon. Anywayz part 3 will be up as soon as A)I get inspiration
or B) I finish part 6 of "Didn't Know What I Had". OKay? Think you can survive that long?
