1 Author's Note: Hey all, thanks for the reviews enjoy~
IMPORTANT- I'm making Canard's parents aware of the situation that occurred with child abuse. I fixed up chapter three where it has a few brief comments about his parents not knowing.
Over the course of the next two days WildWing had been snappy towards everyone, and to some degree even Nosedive. However he would not abandon his brother in biggest time of need and kept strong. He kept blowing it off, and whenever anyone would say anything he snapped. The ducks felt bad for WildWing, but they felt worse for Nosedive.
Nosedive wasn't speaking, not even to WildWing. He remained silent completely and avoided all type of conversation. His bruises ached, but he ignored them for other things were occupying his attention. Nosedive had nightmares and flashbacks that were caused from the ducks doing normal things. For instance Mallory making coffee and a grumpy Duke walking into the kitchen alarmed Nosedive for he remembered a large fight that happened when his father walked in cranky and his mother was making coffee. Therefore he feared them. He had been plagued by nightmares and in result got very little sleep and was more upset and emotional than ever and couldn't think straight.
Both brothers tried to blow it off, and kept telling themselves it was no big deal, however the more they did that the more they learned it was a big deal. WildWing did not like the feeling that he had; he had it when he was a child and wanted no more of its presence. He tried to deal with it by sleeping it off. He slept all of the time, he took naps even when he wasn't tired, just something to do to pass the time, without having to worry or be disturbed by unwanted feelings of negativity.
Nosedive's idol was WildWing, so tried to sleep it off too. However the more Nosedive slept the more dreams beleaguered his mind. He stopped that, and tried a new approach. Reading. Reading didn't do too much for there was always that nagging voice in the back of his mind making it extremely difficult to concentrate on the text. So Nosedive stayed with his brother, even when he was sleeping, he would just stay by his side feeling love and compassion.
Canard thought of how to deal with it. He came up with nothing.
"Hey there Canard", said Tanya, "Any ideas?"
"On what?"
"Do I even have to answer that?"
Canard sighed. "I haven't the slightest idea.
"I have an idea", said Tanya.
By then all of the ducks, and even Phil had entered the room overhearing the topic of their conversation.
"Yeah what?"
"Well what happened last time this happened?"
"WildWing was moody and Nosedive was quiet."
"No I mean afterward. They turned back to normal right?"
"Well yeah."
"Well then how?"
"Huh?"
"Listen they got through this some how once, now they are going to have to do it again."
"But its different this time."
"I know it is, but they are still going to have to get through this."
"Canard", said Duke, "Why don't you tell us what happened the first time, you know right after they ran away. Do you know that part?"
Canard sighed, and began to talk.
~Memories~
It was pouring outside; a huge storm. Inside the Thunderbeak's home however it was quite cozy. The fireplace contained fire, and the room contained four ducks. A six year old girl, a seventeen-year-old Canard, and two parents.
They were all playing cards and eating chips. Then the door was knocked. Canard was the one who got up to get it, and it was a good thing too.
"I'm coming", cried Canard as he undid the locks, "Hold on."
Opening the door he found his soaking wet best friend, and his best friend's brother who was bleeding, and drenched.
WildWing had a black eye, and a few red marks on his face. His brother however had it much worse with a black eye, a limp wrist, and blood pouring out of some cut beneath his bangs. The boy seemed to have lost his balance for he was leaning and depending on his brother. WildWing practically dragged him when the walked; his feet continued to trip over one another.
"WildWing what happened", asked Canard.
"HE HIT HIM! HE HIT ME! I'M NOT EVER GOING BACK! HE HIT HIM, ME, MOM, EVERYONE! I'M NOT GOING BACK! I'M NOT EVER GOING BACK!"
"WildWing calm down", cried Canard, "What happened, and get in here it's raining out there."
"Thanks for the update", muttered Nosedive.
"Canard", called Mrs. Thunderbeak, "Is everything okay?"
"NO", cried WildWing, "HE'S GONE TOO FAR THIS TIME! I CAN'T STAND THAT MAN! I HATE HIM!"
"Who is that", barked Mr. Thunderbeak getting up and coming into the entrance.
"WildWing", said Canard, "Calm down. Look I'll get you some help, hold on my parents can help you both."
By now Mr. Thunderbeak had walked and gasped in aghast at the site of the brothers. Both the Mr, and the Mrs, were very fond of the Flashblade brothers, and knew them well.
"NO Parents", cried WildWing backing up in defense, "NO!"
By this point WildWing was hysterical and losing it.
"Amelia", cried Mr. Thunderbeak, "Get in here, we need assistance. But first tell Sally to go to bed."
"NO Parents", screamed WildWing loudly.
"I don't want to", whined Sally.
"NOT A CHOICE", hollered Mr. Thunderbeak, "This is important now do as I say!"
The six year old stopped and left. WildWing however not wanting anymore screaming backed up in fright, his brother's face turned even whiter.
"Guys", said Canard, "Calm down. We'll help you."
"Parents don't help", shrieked WildWing, "They make it worse!"
Nosedive was not used to seeing his brother so upset and soon became frightened. Mr. Thunderbeak saw Nosedive wincing and guessed what had happened. He was a chief cop, and that meant he dealt with child abuse problems all the time. He knew what the kids looked like, and knew how each age group reacted. WildWing and Nosedive were demonstrating signs, and had marks, which led Mr. Thunderbeak to continue to think onto this prediction.
He walked over to WildWing; WildWing had always been so calm, and polite and reasonable! But now no, now he was at the point of hysterics if he had not reached it yet.
He put both of his hands on the teenager and looked him straight in the eye. In a deep, stern, but understanding voice Mr. Thunderbeak said,
"Listen to me. I have a pretty good guess what happened. Now here is what we're going to do, YOU are going to calm down. DO you hear me? CALM DOWN! No one here is going to hurt you, or your brother. Do you understand me? Now my wife is a nurse and is going to fix up Nosedive."
By then Mrs. Thunderbeak had entered the room and was already making a mental diagnosis.
"You", continued Mr. Flashblade, "Are going to have a very long talk with me. But not before you go change into warmer clothes, you and Canard are the same height so you can borrow his. Now go."
Mrs. Thunderbeak walked over them, and attempted to pull Nosedive into her grasp. WildWing pulled his brother back in retaliation, "No", he gasped, "No!"
Mr. Thunderbeak elbowed his son. "Wing", said Canard, "Dude man it is us aight? Look your bro ova there needs serious help just in case you can't see that. My parents will help. Okay?"
"NO!"
"Okay than fine, you can't let your brother bleed to death."
"Huh?"
"He's bleeding WildWing! Now my mom is going to help, come on man you trust her don't you? You've known her as long as you have known me, which is since we were six. Now come on, aight?"
"Please", said Mrs. Thunderbeak, "It'll be okay, I promise."
WildWing finally snapped to reality, and agreed. "Okay, here. You have to hold him because he can't walk right."
"It looks like he's lost his equilibrium, and stability", said the now mom becoming a doctor, "I'm not sure though, so bring him into the living room."
WildWing aided his brother along, but failed to get him to the desired objective. So finally he just scooped him and carried him in.
Once inside on the living room coach, the doctor tended to her patient. WildWing changed, and then met up with Canard and his father.
They all sat down on the kitchen table, each member pulling out a chair and despising the deadly silence.
"What happened", asked Mr. Thunderbeak.
"No", said WildWing backing up his chair.
Canard stopped his friend and sat him back down. "Man come on", said Canard, "We'll help ya out aight? Chill if ya can."
"WildWing", said Mr. Flashblade, "Did your parents do this."
WildWing perked his head up and looked at Mr. Thunderbeak, "How did you possibly know that?"
"I've seen plenty of victims like you and your brother. And I've chatted with your parents often; they're not exactly the best if you know what I mean. I have seen them with the two of you, or better I haven't seen them. Never at your hockey games, never at any child discussion meetings, never putting in any effort to become better parents, never there for you kids. But most of all I seen how they treat you. Very disrespectfully and rudely. I have seen your father push your brother around so many times, you don't know how many times I had to stop myself from saying something."
WildWing put his head down. "Please don't separate us", he whispered, and then his voice rising, "I won't let you! You can't!"
"WildWing", said Mr. Thunderbeak, "Calm down. I'm not going to separate you. Your seventeen, very close to eighteen right?"
"Yes", choked out WildWing.
"Let me tell you something. Eighteen-year-old ducks have certain privileges, some of them being are being allowed to work and receive fair wages, and become legal guardians. So here's what we're going to do. We're going to trip up the government, heck we're not even informing the government. I know a friend who's a social worker, and can be easily persuaded by currency. We're going to make you the legal guardian of Nosedive without having to go to court. Because I'm going to pay off my friend. This means your parents won't get say, which also means they won't be able to testify your birth date. I'll help you find an apartment that you can afford, and I'll give you job as a cop. How does that sound?"
WildWing was speechless. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
"T-thank you sir", was all WildWing could manage at the moment.
That night the brothers slept in the living room, and in the morning they enforced their idea, and successfully achieved it.
~Reality~
"So that's what happened", said Canard.
The ducks were aghast. They couldn't believe what kind of past the brothers had. It was remarkable how happy they were all of the time.
Author's Note~ Hey everyone I'm glad you enjoyed the flashbacks, or memories, whatever. I love writing them, so there will be more! Hope that's okay, he he. Okay well bye!
P.S. (even tho this isn't a letter) Now is a great time to review! He he thanks all bye!!
IMPORTANT- I'm making Canard's parents aware of the situation that occurred with child abuse. I fixed up chapter three where it has a few brief comments about his parents not knowing.
Over the course of the next two days WildWing had been snappy towards everyone, and to some degree even Nosedive. However he would not abandon his brother in biggest time of need and kept strong. He kept blowing it off, and whenever anyone would say anything he snapped. The ducks felt bad for WildWing, but they felt worse for Nosedive.
Nosedive wasn't speaking, not even to WildWing. He remained silent completely and avoided all type of conversation. His bruises ached, but he ignored them for other things were occupying his attention. Nosedive had nightmares and flashbacks that were caused from the ducks doing normal things. For instance Mallory making coffee and a grumpy Duke walking into the kitchen alarmed Nosedive for he remembered a large fight that happened when his father walked in cranky and his mother was making coffee. Therefore he feared them. He had been plagued by nightmares and in result got very little sleep and was more upset and emotional than ever and couldn't think straight.
Both brothers tried to blow it off, and kept telling themselves it was no big deal, however the more they did that the more they learned it was a big deal. WildWing did not like the feeling that he had; he had it when he was a child and wanted no more of its presence. He tried to deal with it by sleeping it off. He slept all of the time, he took naps even when he wasn't tired, just something to do to pass the time, without having to worry or be disturbed by unwanted feelings of negativity.
Nosedive's idol was WildWing, so tried to sleep it off too. However the more Nosedive slept the more dreams beleaguered his mind. He stopped that, and tried a new approach. Reading. Reading didn't do too much for there was always that nagging voice in the back of his mind making it extremely difficult to concentrate on the text. So Nosedive stayed with his brother, even when he was sleeping, he would just stay by his side feeling love and compassion.
Canard thought of how to deal with it. He came up with nothing.
"Hey there Canard", said Tanya, "Any ideas?"
"On what?"
"Do I even have to answer that?"
Canard sighed. "I haven't the slightest idea.
"I have an idea", said Tanya.
By then all of the ducks, and even Phil had entered the room overhearing the topic of their conversation.
"Yeah what?"
"Well what happened last time this happened?"
"WildWing was moody and Nosedive was quiet."
"No I mean afterward. They turned back to normal right?"
"Well yeah."
"Well then how?"
"Huh?"
"Listen they got through this some how once, now they are going to have to do it again."
"But its different this time."
"I know it is, but they are still going to have to get through this."
"Canard", said Duke, "Why don't you tell us what happened the first time, you know right after they ran away. Do you know that part?"
Canard sighed, and began to talk.
~Memories~
It was pouring outside; a huge storm. Inside the Thunderbeak's home however it was quite cozy. The fireplace contained fire, and the room contained four ducks. A six year old girl, a seventeen-year-old Canard, and two parents.
They were all playing cards and eating chips. Then the door was knocked. Canard was the one who got up to get it, and it was a good thing too.
"I'm coming", cried Canard as he undid the locks, "Hold on."
Opening the door he found his soaking wet best friend, and his best friend's brother who was bleeding, and drenched.
WildWing had a black eye, and a few red marks on his face. His brother however had it much worse with a black eye, a limp wrist, and blood pouring out of some cut beneath his bangs. The boy seemed to have lost his balance for he was leaning and depending on his brother. WildWing practically dragged him when the walked; his feet continued to trip over one another.
"WildWing what happened", asked Canard.
"HE HIT HIM! HE HIT ME! I'M NOT EVER GOING BACK! HE HIT HIM, ME, MOM, EVERYONE! I'M NOT GOING BACK! I'M NOT EVER GOING BACK!"
"WildWing calm down", cried Canard, "What happened, and get in here it's raining out there."
"Thanks for the update", muttered Nosedive.
"Canard", called Mrs. Thunderbeak, "Is everything okay?"
"NO", cried WildWing, "HE'S GONE TOO FAR THIS TIME! I CAN'T STAND THAT MAN! I HATE HIM!"
"Who is that", barked Mr. Thunderbeak getting up and coming into the entrance.
"WildWing", said Canard, "Calm down. Look I'll get you some help, hold on my parents can help you both."
By now Mr. Thunderbeak had walked and gasped in aghast at the site of the brothers. Both the Mr, and the Mrs, were very fond of the Flashblade brothers, and knew them well.
"NO Parents", cried WildWing backing up in defense, "NO!"
By this point WildWing was hysterical and losing it.
"Amelia", cried Mr. Thunderbeak, "Get in here, we need assistance. But first tell Sally to go to bed."
"NO Parents", screamed WildWing loudly.
"I don't want to", whined Sally.
"NOT A CHOICE", hollered Mr. Thunderbeak, "This is important now do as I say!"
The six year old stopped and left. WildWing however not wanting anymore screaming backed up in fright, his brother's face turned even whiter.
"Guys", said Canard, "Calm down. We'll help you."
"Parents don't help", shrieked WildWing, "They make it worse!"
Nosedive was not used to seeing his brother so upset and soon became frightened. Mr. Thunderbeak saw Nosedive wincing and guessed what had happened. He was a chief cop, and that meant he dealt with child abuse problems all the time. He knew what the kids looked like, and knew how each age group reacted. WildWing and Nosedive were demonstrating signs, and had marks, which led Mr. Thunderbeak to continue to think onto this prediction.
He walked over to WildWing; WildWing had always been so calm, and polite and reasonable! But now no, now he was at the point of hysterics if he had not reached it yet.
He put both of his hands on the teenager and looked him straight in the eye. In a deep, stern, but understanding voice Mr. Thunderbeak said,
"Listen to me. I have a pretty good guess what happened. Now here is what we're going to do, YOU are going to calm down. DO you hear me? CALM DOWN! No one here is going to hurt you, or your brother. Do you understand me? Now my wife is a nurse and is going to fix up Nosedive."
By then Mrs. Thunderbeak had entered the room and was already making a mental diagnosis.
"You", continued Mr. Flashblade, "Are going to have a very long talk with me. But not before you go change into warmer clothes, you and Canard are the same height so you can borrow his. Now go."
Mrs. Thunderbeak walked over them, and attempted to pull Nosedive into her grasp. WildWing pulled his brother back in retaliation, "No", he gasped, "No!"
Mr. Thunderbeak elbowed his son. "Wing", said Canard, "Dude man it is us aight? Look your bro ova there needs serious help just in case you can't see that. My parents will help. Okay?"
"NO!"
"Okay than fine, you can't let your brother bleed to death."
"Huh?"
"He's bleeding WildWing! Now my mom is going to help, come on man you trust her don't you? You've known her as long as you have known me, which is since we were six. Now come on, aight?"
"Please", said Mrs. Thunderbeak, "It'll be okay, I promise."
WildWing finally snapped to reality, and agreed. "Okay, here. You have to hold him because he can't walk right."
"It looks like he's lost his equilibrium, and stability", said the now mom becoming a doctor, "I'm not sure though, so bring him into the living room."
WildWing aided his brother along, but failed to get him to the desired objective. So finally he just scooped him and carried him in.
Once inside on the living room coach, the doctor tended to her patient. WildWing changed, and then met up with Canard and his father.
They all sat down on the kitchen table, each member pulling out a chair and despising the deadly silence.
"What happened", asked Mr. Thunderbeak.
"No", said WildWing backing up his chair.
Canard stopped his friend and sat him back down. "Man come on", said Canard, "We'll help ya out aight? Chill if ya can."
"WildWing", said Mr. Flashblade, "Did your parents do this."
WildWing perked his head up and looked at Mr. Thunderbeak, "How did you possibly know that?"
"I've seen plenty of victims like you and your brother. And I've chatted with your parents often; they're not exactly the best if you know what I mean. I have seen them with the two of you, or better I haven't seen them. Never at your hockey games, never at any child discussion meetings, never putting in any effort to become better parents, never there for you kids. But most of all I seen how they treat you. Very disrespectfully and rudely. I have seen your father push your brother around so many times, you don't know how many times I had to stop myself from saying something."
WildWing put his head down. "Please don't separate us", he whispered, and then his voice rising, "I won't let you! You can't!"
"WildWing", said Mr. Thunderbeak, "Calm down. I'm not going to separate you. Your seventeen, very close to eighteen right?"
"Yes", choked out WildWing.
"Let me tell you something. Eighteen-year-old ducks have certain privileges, some of them being are being allowed to work and receive fair wages, and become legal guardians. So here's what we're going to do. We're going to trip up the government, heck we're not even informing the government. I know a friend who's a social worker, and can be easily persuaded by currency. We're going to make you the legal guardian of Nosedive without having to go to court. Because I'm going to pay off my friend. This means your parents won't get say, which also means they won't be able to testify your birth date. I'll help you find an apartment that you can afford, and I'll give you job as a cop. How does that sound?"
WildWing was speechless. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
"T-thank you sir", was all WildWing could manage at the moment.
That night the brothers slept in the living room, and in the morning they enforced their idea, and successfully achieved it.
~Reality~
"So that's what happened", said Canard.
The ducks were aghast. They couldn't believe what kind of past the brothers had. It was remarkable how happy they were all of the time.
Author's Note~ Hey everyone I'm glad you enjoyed the flashbacks, or memories, whatever. I love writing them, so there will be more! Hope that's okay, he he. Okay well bye!
P.S. (even tho this isn't a letter) Now is a great time to review! He he thanks all bye!!