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NARRATION CONTINUED BY WILDWING
When Nosedive didn't come home that night it finally hit me that something was wrong. I admit I was a bit clueless when he ran out of the house, and I admit that I just assumed that it was him blowing off steam. However when Duke and Canard went after him I naturally assumed they found him. They were after all gone for five hours! I thought that they would have called if something was wrong! Well to them that wasn't wrong.
Okay I am a bit over protective but please let me explain. As a kid I was dumped with a huge responsibility of watching over, raising, and protecting a child's life. And not any child but my parent's son. To me Nosedive didn't start out by being my brother, he started out by being my parent's son. There is a difference, just let me get to it. If I screwed up something of my parents I would forever be in their debt, and forever feel guilty. Since they had to travel I tried my hardest to impress them because I felt that if they saw how good I was doing that they'd might stay. Okay I'm lying, I'm just one of those people that is really annoying about being perfect.
Now don't get me wrong, my parents were very good parents despite what it looks like. They loved us to death and still do, but their job made them travel, they just had to do it. They had no choice. They couldn't support us if they didn't travel. Lucky for us though that the paycheck was large. But enough of them, and back to me and my feelings.
I wanted them to be proud; it's a wonderful feeling. So you can imagine when I got Nosedive how I felt. I wanted them to say, "You did a great job, fantastic job Wing." Stuff like that. I dreaded and had sleepless nights over Nosedive turning out to be a gangster, or a kid from the wrong side of the tracks and watching my parents crumble up and cry and blame themselves. I couldn't live with that. I'm one of those people who has to have everything perfect. Okay I'm a perfectionist.
Striving for perfection, is a good thing, but sometimes it can be unhealthy. Nosedive and I have very different personalities. So when we started out living together things were not so easy. As an infant my grandparents would come over and watch him while I was away at school. But as soon as Nosedive was able to go to school, they stopped coming around. That was when he was five, making me sixteen and able to have driving license which worked out beautifully. I could pick Nosedive up from school and in good time.
But when I did pick him up from school, he was such a mess. His hair, his clothes, his everything! I saw that as a sign of weakness, and I tried too many times to fix that. I thought that it was bad, and instead of becoming a mobster he'd end up being an irresponsible adult who gambled and drunk.
I was all over him as a kid. Whatever he did, I made him do it better, and whatever "weak" tendencies he had and continued I punished him for. I eventually realized that he was a different person, than me, and that it was okay for him to be him.
But let me tell you I was all over him about grades and what not, and I made sure that he put his best foot forward, and gave it all he had in everything! It was like borrowing a cd player from your friend for a week. But at the end of the week you have to give it back in the same good condition. That's how I felt, and I still do feel. I want to give Nosedive back to my parents in mint condition, the same way they gave him to me.
Now back to my current situation. I was overwhelmed, with anxiety. I took it as a personal offense to myself that I had let this happen. But not only that I was so worried about him. Not worried because of my parents, but just worried for me. I was real scared that something might have happened to him.
And then I received a phone call from Klegghorn and soon my emotions went on a roller coaster. He told me that Nosedive was seen with a gang. My heart stopped. Anyway he continued to say that this group was bad company and that I should try and get him out of there.
I had thanked the captain and hung the phone up. But the truth was I had no way to contact him. I didn't even know where he was. So now I wasn't scared for his well being, but scared of his future, and mine. Selfish? I know it was. I was scared to return him back to my parents like that.
I informed my teammates shortly after when I had my speech return to me. They seemed as shocked as I, but said nothing. They didn't know what to say, and I'm glad that they kept their mouths shut. I was real appreciative of the silence.
Now around five we all stumble into the living room and watch the news, all of us even Nosedive and Phil. Nosedive usually ends up making fun of everyone on the screen but it's okay because we're all together and being informed of everything that's going around.
Tonight was no different; we all met up in the room and listened to the news. I thought I was going to have a stroke as Nosedive's pictured flashed up.
"And in later news", said the annoying broadcaster, "The youngest teammate of the Mighty Ducks, Nosedive Flashblade has left his team to join the Black Hawks a gang of Anaheim Teenagers. First his behavior started off when he through a party in the team's headquarters. Then it just escalated. We are not sure of the middle information but we do know that he has gained around one grand for the gang, and aided it in their juvenile delinquent behavior. His whereabouts are unknown, we fee-"
Duke flipped news off, "Okay that's enough of that."
"He did what", I screamed. "Delinquent behavior? One grand? He's dead!"
I stormed into my room and slammed the door; I had no intent of talking about my problem with any of the teammates. But things just seemed to keep getting worse. You know that feeling when you get when you're all alone? The feeling between shock and sorrow; like you want to cry but you don't think you can move? Well that's what I felt like.
Sure I said I was angry and truth to be told I was. But I was scared, man I was so scared because I didn't know what to do next. For once in my life I had no idea what was going to happen. I'm organized, and practical like I said. For me everything has to have a purpose and an explanation. I wasn't always this way, but that's what happens when you're in charge of another's life. And to add onto my brother I have to look out for the safety of the team too!
But again I'm drifting off the subject. Minutes later Canard was knocking on the door, all white in the face.
"What do you want", I spat.
"Look I know you're upset and shouldn't be bothered right now", said Canard, "But I just got a call from Klegghorn. You're brother was again spotted with the gang."
"Thanks for the update", I said sarcastically.
"Wing wait", he said, "He was -um doing crack."
"What?"
"Yeah, I'm real sorry man. I know what you're feeling right now and-"
Then things just exploded. I didn't mean to start yelling like I began to , but I just couldn't stop, all I wanted to do was crawl up and pretend this never happened.
"You have no idea what I'm feeling", I screamed back. "If it weren't for you, Nosedive would still be here right now!"
"Excuse me", shot back Canard.
"You just had to keep on picking on him, didn't ya? You just had to keep on going, after and after him. No matter what he said, you had a contradiction! No matter how upset he was, and whatever reason he had to be upset it wasn't good enough and he was a baby. Well look now Canard! Words hurt a lot, and they can cause a lot of things to happen. All of you are to blame for this, you all hear me? All of you! You people are all nuts!"
"Wing you're losing it", said Canard, "Just breathe nice and slow an-"
"SHUT UP!"
I slammed the door in his face. Believe it or not we were still buddies. I mean we weren't fighting. He wasn't even mad. Sometimes people just need to blow off steam so they take it out on people. They don't mean to, but it just happens. Canard knows me long enough to know that I wasn't mad at him and that he shouldn't hold any grudge against me for that.
It just didn't seem right though. Nosedive was the person whom was always so carefree and happy. But now look at him! You can imagine how upset I was. I was very upset. Man I just wanted to die right then and there.
It was around eight when I decided that I was real hungry. So I got up and left my solitary confinement to go and eat. I found Duke, which I was glad for. Duke and I always connected. He always knew what to say, and I don't mean emotionally. I mean truthfully. He was always honest, yet had a touch of not rubbing it in my face. There are some people that you can just talk to, and he's definitely one of them. Another lesson to learn, never judge a book by its cover.
"Hey", he said casually, "Want some rice?"
"Rice? By itself? Is that what you're eating?"
"Well not exactly by itself. I have some other food groups in here too."
"Like?"
"Chocolate chips, peanut butter, ice cream, and believe it or not grass."
"That is disgusting. And did you say grass?"
"Speaking of which, I hear Nosedive has been doing grass lately."
"Yeah. So what do you think?"
"Peer pressure."
"Huh?"
"There's no way in hell the kid would do that on his own."
"Oh."
"Look Wing, Canard told us about you having to raise your brother. That must have been tough."
"No kidding."
"So hasn't anything in all of those years ever happened like this before? I'm sure Nosedive wasn't perfect as a kid. Can't you at least recall something that was hard that you had to work through?"
~Flashback~
1 Year Old
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Screamed Nosedive at the top of his lungs in his crib around one in the morning.
"Nosedive, please calm down, and go back to bed", said a very tired WildWing.
"WAAAA!"
"I don't know what you're saying!!"
"WAAAA!!"
"Food?"
"WAAAA WAAAAA WAAAAAAAAA!!"
"Okay look I have a huge test tomorrow, you have to shut up!"
"WAAAAAAAA".
"AH! I can't take any more screaming! Don't you ever shut up?"
"WA WA WAAAAAAA WA WA WAAAAA!!!"
WildWing looked up to the heavens, "What did I ever do to you?"
"Nosedive, shut up!" "Waaa!"
"WAAA yourself!!"
"WAAAAA!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAA! Ha I WIN!"
WildWing reached into the crib and held his brother down, in a semi-pin.
2 Years Old
"WING!"
"Hi Nosedive, oh my goodness what did you do to your hands?"
"You taid (said) tu (you) waneded (wanted) to aints (paints) the living room, so I did it for tu (you)."
"YOU DID WHAT?"
WildWing ran into the living room where he found the walls painted over in finger paint and ketchup.
"AH!! What did you do?"
"Tu (you) don't likes it?"
"I'm gonna kill you!"
"WAAA!"
In minutes WildWing had Nosedive in a pin.
3 Years Old
WildWing woke up happily and very late on the Sunday morning. He had spent the whole night creating his science project but it was worth it. This year he planned on winning the science fair.
But since it was so late Nosedive had already been up and therefore trouble occurred. WildWing walked down the stairs and found his project trashed. With Nosedive sitting in the kitchen just plainly eating cereal.
"NOSEDIVE WHAT DID YOU DO?"
"I took out the trash. Well I tried to anyway. It wouldn't fit in the garbage."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. YOU'RE DEAD!"
Quickly WildWing had Nosedive in a pin.
4 Years Old
"B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G- O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O-"
"Nosedive", said WildWing, "Don't you know any other part to that song?" "No. I like it the way it is."
"Well I don't, stop singing."
"NO! B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O!"
Soon enough Nosedive was in pin.
5 Years Old
"NO".
"Dive I have to take you to the doctors."
"NO!"
"Nosedive I said something."
"So did I and I said no!"
Soon enough Nosedive was in a pin.
Six Years Old
"Nosedive", said WildWing stepping into his brother's room. "I thought I told you to clean this up?"
"I guess you didn't think that now did you?"
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not cleaning this up so there!"
La-di-dah, Nosedive ended up in a pin.
Seven Years Old
"I don't want to go to another party!"
"Come on Dive! There will be girls!"
"I don't care, I want to go to bed, I'm tired!"
"Well I don't care either. You're going to go to the party. You're going to look cute, and you're going to get me some women, because babies are women magnets if you don't then I'll pound you!"
Minutes later at the Party.
"Hi everyone", said WildWing, "This is my brother Nosedive."
"Aw how cute", chorused the women.
"Hi everyone", said Nosedive, "This is my brother WildWing who is forcing me to be cute because I want to sleep and if I don't then he'll beat me up!"
Needless to say no phone calls were given to WildWing, and like always Nosedive ended up in a pin.
Eight Years Old
"I want a bike", pouted Nosedive.
"No you don't."
"Yes I do!"
"Well I want a CD player for my car so that's what I'm saving up for."
"You're being mean!"
"Nosedive come on, you'll out grow the bike anyway. Let's just wait for your growth to get stunted okay?"
"How long should that take?"
"About seven years."
Nosedive kicked WildWing in the shin.
"OW! YOU'RE DEAD!"
And Nosedive ended up in a pin.
Tween Years
"Um Nosedive I need to have a discussion with you."
"Okay Wing, what's up?"
"Uh see I need to talk to you about boys and girls."
"Yeah and?"
"Well um, see do you, uh. Okay when a guy and girl want a baby, no sometimes they don't want the baby, okay most of the time they don't want a baby, in fact usua-"
"Wing what are you talking about?"
"Okay I'm just going to come out and say it. Sex is when a guy puts his thing in the girls' thing. Okay I said it, now goodbye! I am not longer responsible for you know this, now once again I bid you goodbye!"
"Wing wait. I don't get what you're saying, you're really confusing and quit sweating on me."
"Huh? Oh sorry. Um do you have any dolls?"
"Why would I have any dolls?"
"Um okay, what about action figures?"
"Yeah I got some of 'em."
"Okay and remember when our cousins came over and left their dolls over here, cause I really don't wanna use action figures."
"I think I got some of 'em, hang on lemme check underneath my bed."
Nosedive rummaged around through his stuff as WildWing sweated and shook. He pictured this would have been a lot easier but it was hard, real hard.
"I found em!"
"Good", replied Wing, "Give 'em here."
Nosedive handed the six dolls. Two of them were guys, the rest girls.
"Okay Nosedive", said WildWing, "This is what a guy and girl do to make a baby or to have fun."
WildWing put the two dolls together.
" EWWWW! That's gross!"
"Yes it is, I mean no! Nosedive you'll start getting feelings for girls and then you'll want to do that."
"Why?"
"Because you will, but don't!"
"Why not?"
"Because I said so!"
"Okay. Well then I'm going to go get Amy and we'll have sex now and I'll figure out what you're talking about."
"NO! Okay you're missing the point. You do this with special people, I mean no! I mean special person. And do it when you're married okay? I know that people our age do it all the time, but I can't afford for a girl to get pregnant okay? So just don't do it!"
"Stop getting so upset. Okay fine I won't do it. So you have to like the person?"
"YES! It's something very, very special, and personal."
"Ohhh. Well what about if these two ken dolls did it? Or these two girlies?"
"That's another story. Okay?"
"Okay Wing. No wait tell me!"
"Well um, some people are what they call gay and lesbians. Instead of loving the opposite gender like a guy liking a girl, they like the same gender, so a guy liking a guy."
"So you can do it with everyone!"
"NO! I mean yes, but no! This is really hard. See some people are born homosexual."
"What's homosexual?" "Gay and lesbians."
"Oh. So it's kind of like instinct?"
"Exactly."
"So then I should be looking and feeling for guys then?"
"NO! I mean if you are that's okay, but I mean society is hard, and well it's, I MEAN NO! Look Nosedive being homosexual is usually genetic and no one in our family is so you're straight."
"Straight?"
"Heterosexual."
"Head sexual, what?"
"It means you like girls."
"So girls are head sexuals too?"
"Hetero! And no, girls who like girls are lesbians."
"But you said that head pro's are-"
"Hetero."
"Hetero's are people who like girls."
"No I meant for, ugh this is really hard! Girls who like girls are lesbians, guys who like guys are gay, guys who like girls and visa versa are heterosexual, and sex is when the guy and the girl have physical contact in their private areas!"
WildWing of course had forgotten to breathe during all of this, so was panting by the end of this.
"You understand?"
"Not really."
"Okay tomorrow ask your teacher about it, and tell her that I'm asking her personally to explain it to you."
"I can do that."
"Good, very good."
Teenage Years (A little younger however then he is now)
WildWing sat across from his brother in the car. He had just picked up him from the school early for he was suspended. They sat in the parking lot in silence. Nosedive looked out the window not bearing to look at his brother.
"Nosedive", said WildWing, "You've been getting into too many fights. But this time you sent a kid to the hospital. What is the matter with you?! I thoug-"
Nosedive surprisingly lunged into a hug into his brother crying hysterically.
"I'm sorry", he wailed, "But you don't understand! He kept making fun of me for not having any parents. He said that I sent them away and that's why you were stuck with me, and that you were going to go away too! And ever since you got this job you're never home!"
WildWing put a tight grip on his brother, "Ssh, it's okay, it's okay. Easy honey, easy. Now take a big breath."
Nosedive did as was asked of him.
"Now", said WildWing putting his hands on his shoulder, "Let's take this apart one by one. You've been getting into fights because I haven't been home lately?"
Nosedive nodded, "I know that you're working, but it's like you don't have time for me anymore."
"Aw Nosedive I'm sorry! I just wanted to impress my boss by working those two shifts in a row. I'm real sorry Dive. But me getting out of college and everything and becoming an architect well I guess I just got all caught up. But Nosedive you know better than that."
"Yeah Wing, I know I'm sorry."
"It's all right, but no more fighting okay?"
Nosedive smiled, "Okay, I can do that."
Fifteen Years Old
"Wing", said Nosedive innocently.
"No", replied WildWing.
"I didn't even ask yet!"
"The answer is no."
"Come on", whined Nosedive, "I need a ride!"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you see this paper here with the little drawings?"
"Yeah so?"
"Well if this paper doesn't have more little drawings then I don't get paid and we don't get to keep the car which gives us rides. Instead we can use the car mom and dad pay for. You know the one we keep in the garage so no one can see."
"Aw man! I'll have to think of something else."
"Good."
Two Hours Later
"NOSEDIVE!"
"I didn't do it!"
"You drove the car?!"
"Um."
"You don't even have a license!"
"I didn't uh drive the car! I was home doing my homework!"
"Okay first of all I know that, that is a flat out lie because one you never do your homework especially when you have plans. And most of importantly Mrs. Bishop saw you!"
"Aw damn it."
"NOSEDIVE!"
"Opps! I mean darn it! Aw darn it! And come on Wing I thought of something else."
"AHH!!"
WildWing lunged for his brother putting him in a pin.
"YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE!"
"LOVE YOU TOO!"
~Reality~
"No I can't think of anything", said WildWing.
"Okay fine", said Duke, "But you and I both know that there was at least something that happened in sixteen years together that wasn't perfect."
"What's your point?"
"My point is, is that things happen. Things you and I can't control. But you shouldn't take this as an offense."
"Oh?"
"And you shouldn't use this so called "offense" as a disguise."
"Come again?"
"You're emotions that you're sending off, keep saying that you're upset because you let Nosedive down, he didn't bring him up right. But personally I think that you're scared."
"Scared of?"
"Do we really have to play these mind games? I thought we knew each other better then that, and we trusted one another."
"Okay okay, you're right, I'm scared of the future."
See what'd I tell you? He knows everything. And he has a way of saying it. I mean a lot of times in conversations that result in anger, if you were to look at the causes its not always so much of the words as it is the way the words were said. For instance if you were to say something like, "I think that dress looked better on the model", as a joke when you're friends asks you what you think, then its okay. But if you say it really rudely, than wa la pure hell. Especially for girls, geez you don't want to get in the middle of a girl fight. It's just not right.
"So Wing", said Duke, "What are you more afraid of?"
"What are my options?"
"You're brother in a gang doing mafia things, or him running away?"
There was a deep silence, and I knew Duke was uncomfortable but he'd never show it. He pulled off this whole casual thing very well. Like you know how some girls can pull of the "natural" look? Well Duke can pull of the "casual" attitude on really personal subjects. The silence grew as I thought about all of the things that I feared for myself and my brother.
"Why can't he just talk to me", I said while standing up and banging my fists upon the table.
"Easy Wing."
"NO! We are closer than that! He should know that he can always talk to me and furthermore that he can come home! He's scared to come home, Duke! Why? I mean obviously something's wrong here. Does he truly think I'm just going to scream at him and not even give him a chance to say what's wrong?"
"You want my opinion?"
"YES!"
"I think that you shouldn't have yelled the first night when Nosedive through a party."
"WHAT?"
"He was upset then, but none of us, including myself bothered to find out what was eating him and what provoked him to do something out of the blue like that. We were all too busy upsetting over our precious crap."
I fell back into my seat.
"So when I punished him for missing a game."
"It didn't help any."
"But I-, it was so-. Aw man I really screwed up."
"Fix it Wing."
"How?"
"I don't know. But then again I don't know Nosedive as well as you. You'll of think of something to get through to him. And we'll have him back safe and soon, okay?"
"Yeah?"
"Next time Klegghorn sees him he's going to give him his options. Either arrest him for pot possession or let him come home."
"Great. Speaking of which why wasn't he arrested?"
"Oh, he was caught on camera."
"Wonderful."
"Relax Wing. Look at it this way. Things can't get any worse."
But man was he wrong.
"Um WildWing, Duke", said Tanya, "I think you should come and have a look at this."
"What is it Tanya", asked Duke.
"Um well.., here I'll turn the TV on for you."
We have a TV in the kitchen, why? Because we just do.
"We are reporting live from Anaheim Mall, (the broadcasting was being done in a helicopter). Here two gangs, The Black Hawks and The Demon's Associates have declared war on one another; a fight consisting in guns and knives. The cops have failed at all efforts to breaking up the fight and being held at gun point to not interfere. Seven teenagers have been shot, one including The Mighty Ducks Nosedive Flashblade who apparently was trying to bring peace to both sides, and is now stuck in a fire inside one of the shops that has been recently set on fire caused by the guns. And no- "
A/N: Wouldn't it be just cruel to end this chapter like this? Just kidding! I'm not that mean ;)
Tanya turned the TV off.
"To the Aerowing", I said as soon as my speech came back to me.
This time it didn't come back so easily as the last. The team did as told of them, and kept silent awaiting and no plan of resisting my orders.
NARRATION RESUMED BY NOSEDIVE
"Okay rewind! Now last time you saw me I was drunk, and not returning home. Well a lot of things happened in the meantime! Let's get you caught up. We were all eating our pizza's not hurting anyone when two members of the Demon's Associates passed by us and "accidentally" spilled their scorching hot coffee's on us.
"WHY YOU ASS", exclaimed Harley jumping up.
"Um opps", said the two mockingly. The walked away thinking on harm would come.yeah right.
Darry and Adam were on them in a minute. They pounded their faces in, all bloody and black and blue. But what they hadn't realized was they were pounding on the brother and cousin of the leader of the group. So as you can see there was a huge mess.
A little later we received a huge hit from the group, and were deeply wounded. We ended up running and successfully hiding. Harley's pride was now hurt, he had a very well known reputation for never walking away, never less running like a rabbit away from it's hunter.
Now remember I said he was smart? Well he knew that doing something impulsive was stupid. And he also knew that he wouldn't be able to walk if he and the D.A.'s had a big bash out. So he formed an alliance with a few other gangs that hated them. And so word got around and the gangs that hadn't been invited to fight by our gang were quickly invited to the D.A.'s
Okay let's just fast forward to the fight. The D.A.'s and their new teams were on one side, and us on the other.
"D-Man", said Harley, "What do you think we should do? Attack their biggest guys with our biggest guys or have our biggest guys get as many little guys as possible."
"I think you should make peace", I replied quite sick of this entire thing.
"D-Man", said Harley, "That's not cool, and I ain't appreciatin that tone of voice."
"Who do you think you are, my mother" I said as confident as him, "Look this is ridiculous. Most people who have petty fights keep the fight petty. No where are guns included in their schemes. Let's stop being weird and pretending to be tough and let's be a little more realistic."
"D-Man I'm not a likin this vibe."
See he ain't hitting me because I got one grand in, and I'm his right hand man. And his "men" aren't going to intimidate me because truth to be told they were shaking and wishing for their momma's.
"Oh come on! You're going to get your friends, and other people who haven't seen enough of life killed over a coffee spill? We're kids! If you want to pursue a career in the mafia go right ahead, but consider something, putting this all in perspective are you such a great leader? People who fight with guns and are willing to get themselves killed as well as their friends and others usually, no always have extreme reasons for doing so! For example, they killed your family because of your ethnicity. That's something to act stupid over. But you keep blowing things out of proportion. You know what people like you are called? Drama kings."
He was so in shock that I had said that he couldn't even speak, heck he couldn't even figure out what do say or how to handle my behavior.
"MEN", said Paul, (the leader of the D.A.'s), "You might die today! But it'll be worth it! You will have defended your pride and you're honor! KILL TH-"
"Who do you think you are", I called over to the team walking in the middle between both teams, "Brave Heart? You got to be kidding me! This is ludicrous! You all do realize that this fight started over spilled coffee?! I mean you two mighty leaders might think you're so great, but you're a piece of crap! Who's going to get hurt today? You? No! You're men, you're going to be the ones barking out orders, so how dare the both of you tell them to execute such peril, and horrendous crimes! Speak of which, look at your so-called men.you're warriors! They're scared to death! They don't want to die! They know damn well that someone is going to die today. That's what guns do; they kill! They take the life of someone else! Only God has the right to do that. Not you! You're men are babies crying our for their mommies and praying for their life! And don't get me wrong, they are scared to die, and to get hurt, but they are more scared to kill another! Living with the murder on your shoulders every single day! This fight doesn't concern them! They don't know the people whom which they are to kill! Killing someone, is usually because of personal reasons. It doesn't make it right, but that's usually the cause. And look here at this situation, they don't even have a reason!! And give me a break, you're personal reason is over spilled coffee?!! Are you people serious? Come on now, let's put this in perspective! And let's get back to my fear point, the thing that they are most scared of, is failing in this "mission" and having to face their so-called friends, you the leaders. If they survive today, they will either kill or get killed by you! Are that what friends do? Is that what a team is?"
I stopped to re-consider the definition of team. I was one to talk. I had no idea what it meant to be a team lately. I had indirectly trashed my teammates personal stuff, yelled at the people who had become my family, and fought with a person who I had known all my life. I felt kind of sick. I had made a lot of mistakes, and for once I couldn't count on Wing to come to the rescue.
But during this time of reflecting a shot went off. At the time we didn't know who had shot it off, or which leader had their time fire but chaos started from there. Apparently a nearby shop was being robbed from gunpoint. But the two alliances thought that it was the other team firing at them. So missiles began to soar, and me being the idiot was right in the middle of it. I was the first person to go down.
I got hit in the upper arm. I was lucky, it could have hit my head, or chest and then it would have been game over for me. See how optimistic I am? I can always find the positive, but when I'm with my teammates all I can ever do is focus on my negativity and teammates aren't supposed to do that. Anyway more on that later.
The next few things were a blur of red. However even these creeps knew the rules, you don't hurt a man who's down. It's just one of those things you don't do. I couldn't defend myself or attack them so they left me alone. I crawled out of the line of fire, as best as I could. But sometimes I just have really bad luck. It was lucky for me to still be alive but really unlucky for me to slither into the store that had been robbed. The robber didn't want any witnesses, (he didn't consider the gang a threat since they were so wrapped up with themselves) so he decided to kill everyone. He threw a can of gasoline in the store and threw a match in. Badda bing badda boom you have you're basic blazing fire.
I distinctly remember now that all I was thinking was that I was going to die without Wing's forgiveness and that he was going to have to live with my death like this his entire life. That was all I could take. I fainted in the store.
NARRATION RECOMMENCED BY WILDWING
My main priority was to get my brother out of that building and return him home, safe and sound. However the police had other ideas. They begged us to stop the massacre and then the fire department would be able to help Dive. I was completely against it, but Duke convinced me that none of us had the experience of a rescue worker to rescue Dive and the only way to help him was by stopping the fight, which is exactly what we did.
We landed the Aerowing inside the middle of the fight with our guns out. The teens got scared enough and ran out right into the police's trap. And as quick as the rookie with the puck gets checked the firefighters were in getting the fire out. The punk that set the fire happens to be in the custody of the Anaheim Police Department in case you're interested.
But that's a happy note, (to me anyway) and happy was the last emotion I could think of. It was extremely upsetting. Blood everywhere, mothers shrieking as their children were hauled away by either police cars or ambulances, teenagers young kids being covered up and being pronounced dead. It was a horrible sight. Mallory and Tanya through up from it. Being women they could sympathize easily with the mothers and therefore had more of a shock than us men. Anyway it was even more disturbing for me anyway when the pulled Nosedive away on a stretcher and had a mask over his beak. It was the most traumatic scene I think I've ever been placed in.
His right sleeve, (where he had been shot), was drenched in blood, his left side of his left side of his body up to ribs was badly burned, and that moaning, ugh I couldn't take it. My legs caved in; lucky for me I got me a best friend to catch me. I'm lucky to have a friend like that, even though sometimes I wanna kill him.
"Come on Wing", he said softly, "Let's go to the hospital, okay? We'll get custody of Nosedive as soon as possible."
"He's going to be okay?"
"Uh I don't know but um-"
"TELL ME!"
"WildWing get a hold on yourself! He's probably fine, he got shot in the arm, so I think he'll be okay, but then again I'm no doctor, you're just going to have to wait and see like everyone else. Okay?"
I nodded and agreed. I got in the Aerowing, this time Canard drove.
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NARRATION CONTINUED BY WILDWING
When Nosedive didn't come home that night it finally hit me that something was wrong. I admit I was a bit clueless when he ran out of the house, and I admit that I just assumed that it was him blowing off steam. However when Duke and Canard went after him I naturally assumed they found him. They were after all gone for five hours! I thought that they would have called if something was wrong! Well to them that wasn't wrong.
Okay I am a bit over protective but please let me explain. As a kid I was dumped with a huge responsibility of watching over, raising, and protecting a child's life. And not any child but my parent's son. To me Nosedive didn't start out by being my brother, he started out by being my parent's son. There is a difference, just let me get to it. If I screwed up something of my parents I would forever be in their debt, and forever feel guilty. Since they had to travel I tried my hardest to impress them because I felt that if they saw how good I was doing that they'd might stay. Okay I'm lying, I'm just one of those people that is really annoying about being perfect.
Now don't get me wrong, my parents were very good parents despite what it looks like. They loved us to death and still do, but their job made them travel, they just had to do it. They had no choice. They couldn't support us if they didn't travel. Lucky for us though that the paycheck was large. But enough of them, and back to me and my feelings.
I wanted them to be proud; it's a wonderful feeling. So you can imagine when I got Nosedive how I felt. I wanted them to say, "You did a great job, fantastic job Wing." Stuff like that. I dreaded and had sleepless nights over Nosedive turning out to be a gangster, or a kid from the wrong side of the tracks and watching my parents crumble up and cry and blame themselves. I couldn't live with that. I'm one of those people who has to have everything perfect. Okay I'm a perfectionist.
Striving for perfection, is a good thing, but sometimes it can be unhealthy. Nosedive and I have very different personalities. So when we started out living together things were not so easy. As an infant my grandparents would come over and watch him while I was away at school. But as soon as Nosedive was able to go to school, they stopped coming around. That was when he was five, making me sixteen and able to have driving license which worked out beautifully. I could pick Nosedive up from school and in good time.
But when I did pick him up from school, he was such a mess. His hair, his clothes, his everything! I saw that as a sign of weakness, and I tried too many times to fix that. I thought that it was bad, and instead of becoming a mobster he'd end up being an irresponsible adult who gambled and drunk.
I was all over him as a kid. Whatever he did, I made him do it better, and whatever "weak" tendencies he had and continued I punished him for. I eventually realized that he was a different person, than me, and that it was okay for him to be him.
But let me tell you I was all over him about grades and what not, and I made sure that he put his best foot forward, and gave it all he had in everything! It was like borrowing a cd player from your friend for a week. But at the end of the week you have to give it back in the same good condition. That's how I felt, and I still do feel. I want to give Nosedive back to my parents in mint condition, the same way they gave him to me.
Now back to my current situation. I was overwhelmed, with anxiety. I took it as a personal offense to myself that I had let this happen. But not only that I was so worried about him. Not worried because of my parents, but just worried for me. I was real scared that something might have happened to him.
And then I received a phone call from Klegghorn and soon my emotions went on a roller coaster. He told me that Nosedive was seen with a gang. My heart stopped. Anyway he continued to say that this group was bad company and that I should try and get him out of there.
I had thanked the captain and hung the phone up. But the truth was I had no way to contact him. I didn't even know where he was. So now I wasn't scared for his well being, but scared of his future, and mine. Selfish? I know it was. I was scared to return him back to my parents like that.
I informed my teammates shortly after when I had my speech return to me. They seemed as shocked as I, but said nothing. They didn't know what to say, and I'm glad that they kept their mouths shut. I was real appreciative of the silence.
Now around five we all stumble into the living room and watch the news, all of us even Nosedive and Phil. Nosedive usually ends up making fun of everyone on the screen but it's okay because we're all together and being informed of everything that's going around.
Tonight was no different; we all met up in the room and listened to the news. I thought I was going to have a stroke as Nosedive's pictured flashed up.
"And in later news", said the annoying broadcaster, "The youngest teammate of the Mighty Ducks, Nosedive Flashblade has left his team to join the Black Hawks a gang of Anaheim Teenagers. First his behavior started off when he through a party in the team's headquarters. Then it just escalated. We are not sure of the middle information but we do know that he has gained around one grand for the gang, and aided it in their juvenile delinquent behavior. His whereabouts are unknown, we fee-"
Duke flipped news off, "Okay that's enough of that."
"He did what", I screamed. "Delinquent behavior? One grand? He's dead!"
I stormed into my room and slammed the door; I had no intent of talking about my problem with any of the teammates. But things just seemed to keep getting worse. You know that feeling when you get when you're all alone? The feeling between shock and sorrow; like you want to cry but you don't think you can move? Well that's what I felt like.
Sure I said I was angry and truth to be told I was. But I was scared, man I was so scared because I didn't know what to do next. For once in my life I had no idea what was going to happen. I'm organized, and practical like I said. For me everything has to have a purpose and an explanation. I wasn't always this way, but that's what happens when you're in charge of another's life. And to add onto my brother I have to look out for the safety of the team too!
But again I'm drifting off the subject. Minutes later Canard was knocking on the door, all white in the face.
"What do you want", I spat.
"Look I know you're upset and shouldn't be bothered right now", said Canard, "But I just got a call from Klegghorn. You're brother was again spotted with the gang."
"Thanks for the update", I said sarcastically.
"Wing wait", he said, "He was -um doing crack."
"What?"
"Yeah, I'm real sorry man. I know what you're feeling right now and-"
Then things just exploded. I didn't mean to start yelling like I began to , but I just couldn't stop, all I wanted to do was crawl up and pretend this never happened.
"You have no idea what I'm feeling", I screamed back. "If it weren't for you, Nosedive would still be here right now!"
"Excuse me", shot back Canard.
"You just had to keep on picking on him, didn't ya? You just had to keep on going, after and after him. No matter what he said, you had a contradiction! No matter how upset he was, and whatever reason he had to be upset it wasn't good enough and he was a baby. Well look now Canard! Words hurt a lot, and they can cause a lot of things to happen. All of you are to blame for this, you all hear me? All of you! You people are all nuts!"
"Wing you're losing it", said Canard, "Just breathe nice and slow an-"
"SHUT UP!"
I slammed the door in his face. Believe it or not we were still buddies. I mean we weren't fighting. He wasn't even mad. Sometimes people just need to blow off steam so they take it out on people. They don't mean to, but it just happens. Canard knows me long enough to know that I wasn't mad at him and that he shouldn't hold any grudge against me for that.
It just didn't seem right though. Nosedive was the person whom was always so carefree and happy. But now look at him! You can imagine how upset I was. I was very upset. Man I just wanted to die right then and there.
It was around eight when I decided that I was real hungry. So I got up and left my solitary confinement to go and eat. I found Duke, which I was glad for. Duke and I always connected. He always knew what to say, and I don't mean emotionally. I mean truthfully. He was always honest, yet had a touch of not rubbing it in my face. There are some people that you can just talk to, and he's definitely one of them. Another lesson to learn, never judge a book by its cover.
"Hey", he said casually, "Want some rice?"
"Rice? By itself? Is that what you're eating?"
"Well not exactly by itself. I have some other food groups in here too."
"Like?"
"Chocolate chips, peanut butter, ice cream, and believe it or not grass."
"That is disgusting. And did you say grass?"
"Speaking of which, I hear Nosedive has been doing grass lately."
"Yeah. So what do you think?"
"Peer pressure."
"Huh?"
"There's no way in hell the kid would do that on his own."
"Oh."
"Look Wing, Canard told us about you having to raise your brother. That must have been tough."
"No kidding."
"So hasn't anything in all of those years ever happened like this before? I'm sure Nosedive wasn't perfect as a kid. Can't you at least recall something that was hard that you had to work through?"
~Flashback~
1 Year Old
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Screamed Nosedive at the top of his lungs in his crib around one in the morning.
"Nosedive, please calm down, and go back to bed", said a very tired WildWing.
"WAAAA!"
"I don't know what you're saying!!"
"WAAAA!!"
"Food?"
"WAAAA WAAAAA WAAAAAAAAA!!"
"Okay look I have a huge test tomorrow, you have to shut up!"
"WAAAAAAAA".
"AH! I can't take any more screaming! Don't you ever shut up?"
"WA WA WAAAAAAA WA WA WAAAAA!!!"
WildWing looked up to the heavens, "What did I ever do to you?"
"Nosedive, shut up!" "Waaa!"
"WAAA yourself!!"
"WAAAAA!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAA! Ha I WIN!"
WildWing reached into the crib and held his brother down, in a semi-pin.
2 Years Old
"WING!"
"Hi Nosedive, oh my goodness what did you do to your hands?"
"You taid (said) tu (you) waneded (wanted) to aints (paints) the living room, so I did it for tu (you)."
"YOU DID WHAT?"
WildWing ran into the living room where he found the walls painted over in finger paint and ketchup.
"AH!! What did you do?"
"Tu (you) don't likes it?"
"I'm gonna kill you!"
"WAAA!"
In minutes WildWing had Nosedive in a pin.
3 Years Old
WildWing woke up happily and very late on the Sunday morning. He had spent the whole night creating his science project but it was worth it. This year he planned on winning the science fair.
But since it was so late Nosedive had already been up and therefore trouble occurred. WildWing walked down the stairs and found his project trashed. With Nosedive sitting in the kitchen just plainly eating cereal.
"NOSEDIVE WHAT DID YOU DO?"
"I took out the trash. Well I tried to anyway. It wouldn't fit in the garbage."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. YOU'RE DEAD!"
Quickly WildWing had Nosedive in a pin.
4 Years Old
"B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G- O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O-"
"Nosedive", said WildWing, "Don't you know any other part to that song?" "No. I like it the way it is."
"Well I don't, stop singing."
"NO! B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O!"
Soon enough Nosedive was in pin.
5 Years Old
"NO".
"Dive I have to take you to the doctors."
"NO!"
"Nosedive I said something."
"So did I and I said no!"
Soon enough Nosedive was in a pin.
Six Years Old
"Nosedive", said WildWing stepping into his brother's room. "I thought I told you to clean this up?"
"I guess you didn't think that now did you?"
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not cleaning this up so there!"
La-di-dah, Nosedive ended up in a pin.
Seven Years Old
"I don't want to go to another party!"
"Come on Dive! There will be girls!"
"I don't care, I want to go to bed, I'm tired!"
"Well I don't care either. You're going to go to the party. You're going to look cute, and you're going to get me some women, because babies are women magnets if you don't then I'll pound you!"
Minutes later at the Party.
"Hi everyone", said WildWing, "This is my brother Nosedive."
"Aw how cute", chorused the women.
"Hi everyone", said Nosedive, "This is my brother WildWing who is forcing me to be cute because I want to sleep and if I don't then he'll beat me up!"
Needless to say no phone calls were given to WildWing, and like always Nosedive ended up in a pin.
Eight Years Old
"I want a bike", pouted Nosedive.
"No you don't."
"Yes I do!"
"Well I want a CD player for my car so that's what I'm saving up for."
"You're being mean!"
"Nosedive come on, you'll out grow the bike anyway. Let's just wait for your growth to get stunted okay?"
"How long should that take?"
"About seven years."
Nosedive kicked WildWing in the shin.
"OW! YOU'RE DEAD!"
And Nosedive ended up in a pin.
Tween Years
"Um Nosedive I need to have a discussion with you."
"Okay Wing, what's up?"
"Uh see I need to talk to you about boys and girls."
"Yeah and?"
"Well um, see do you, uh. Okay when a guy and girl want a baby, no sometimes they don't want the baby, okay most of the time they don't want a baby, in fact usua-"
"Wing what are you talking about?"
"Okay I'm just going to come out and say it. Sex is when a guy puts his thing in the girls' thing. Okay I said it, now goodbye! I am not longer responsible for you know this, now once again I bid you goodbye!"
"Wing wait. I don't get what you're saying, you're really confusing and quit sweating on me."
"Huh? Oh sorry. Um do you have any dolls?"
"Why would I have any dolls?"
"Um okay, what about action figures?"
"Yeah I got some of 'em."
"Okay and remember when our cousins came over and left their dolls over here, cause I really don't wanna use action figures."
"I think I got some of 'em, hang on lemme check underneath my bed."
Nosedive rummaged around through his stuff as WildWing sweated and shook. He pictured this would have been a lot easier but it was hard, real hard.
"I found em!"
"Good", replied Wing, "Give 'em here."
Nosedive handed the six dolls. Two of them were guys, the rest girls.
"Okay Nosedive", said WildWing, "This is what a guy and girl do to make a baby or to have fun."
WildWing put the two dolls together.
" EWWWW! That's gross!"
"Yes it is, I mean no! Nosedive you'll start getting feelings for girls and then you'll want to do that."
"Why?"
"Because you will, but don't!"
"Why not?"
"Because I said so!"
"Okay. Well then I'm going to go get Amy and we'll have sex now and I'll figure out what you're talking about."
"NO! Okay you're missing the point. You do this with special people, I mean no! I mean special person. And do it when you're married okay? I know that people our age do it all the time, but I can't afford for a girl to get pregnant okay? So just don't do it!"
"Stop getting so upset. Okay fine I won't do it. So you have to like the person?"
"YES! It's something very, very special, and personal."
"Ohhh. Well what about if these two ken dolls did it? Or these two girlies?"
"That's another story. Okay?"
"Okay Wing. No wait tell me!"
"Well um, some people are what they call gay and lesbians. Instead of loving the opposite gender like a guy liking a girl, they like the same gender, so a guy liking a guy."
"So you can do it with everyone!"
"NO! I mean yes, but no! This is really hard. See some people are born homosexual."
"What's homosexual?" "Gay and lesbians."
"Oh. So it's kind of like instinct?"
"Exactly."
"So then I should be looking and feeling for guys then?"
"NO! I mean if you are that's okay, but I mean society is hard, and well it's, I MEAN NO! Look Nosedive being homosexual is usually genetic and no one in our family is so you're straight."
"Straight?"
"Heterosexual."
"Head sexual, what?"
"It means you like girls."
"So girls are head sexuals too?"
"Hetero! And no, girls who like girls are lesbians."
"But you said that head pro's are-"
"Hetero."
"Hetero's are people who like girls."
"No I meant for, ugh this is really hard! Girls who like girls are lesbians, guys who like guys are gay, guys who like girls and visa versa are heterosexual, and sex is when the guy and the girl have physical contact in their private areas!"
WildWing of course had forgotten to breathe during all of this, so was panting by the end of this.
"You understand?"
"Not really."
"Okay tomorrow ask your teacher about it, and tell her that I'm asking her personally to explain it to you."
"I can do that."
"Good, very good."
Teenage Years (A little younger however then he is now)
WildWing sat across from his brother in the car. He had just picked up him from the school early for he was suspended. They sat in the parking lot in silence. Nosedive looked out the window not bearing to look at his brother.
"Nosedive", said WildWing, "You've been getting into too many fights. But this time you sent a kid to the hospital. What is the matter with you?! I thoug-"
Nosedive surprisingly lunged into a hug into his brother crying hysterically.
"I'm sorry", he wailed, "But you don't understand! He kept making fun of me for not having any parents. He said that I sent them away and that's why you were stuck with me, and that you were going to go away too! And ever since you got this job you're never home!"
WildWing put a tight grip on his brother, "Ssh, it's okay, it's okay. Easy honey, easy. Now take a big breath."
Nosedive did as was asked of him.
"Now", said WildWing putting his hands on his shoulder, "Let's take this apart one by one. You've been getting into fights because I haven't been home lately?"
Nosedive nodded, "I know that you're working, but it's like you don't have time for me anymore."
"Aw Nosedive I'm sorry! I just wanted to impress my boss by working those two shifts in a row. I'm real sorry Dive. But me getting out of college and everything and becoming an architect well I guess I just got all caught up. But Nosedive you know better than that."
"Yeah Wing, I know I'm sorry."
"It's all right, but no more fighting okay?"
Nosedive smiled, "Okay, I can do that."
Fifteen Years Old
"Wing", said Nosedive innocently.
"No", replied WildWing.
"I didn't even ask yet!"
"The answer is no."
"Come on", whined Nosedive, "I need a ride!"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you see this paper here with the little drawings?"
"Yeah so?"
"Well if this paper doesn't have more little drawings then I don't get paid and we don't get to keep the car which gives us rides. Instead we can use the car mom and dad pay for. You know the one we keep in the garage so no one can see."
"Aw man! I'll have to think of something else."
"Good."
Two Hours Later
"NOSEDIVE!"
"I didn't do it!"
"You drove the car?!"
"Um."
"You don't even have a license!"
"I didn't uh drive the car! I was home doing my homework!"
"Okay first of all I know that, that is a flat out lie because one you never do your homework especially when you have plans. And most of importantly Mrs. Bishop saw you!"
"Aw damn it."
"NOSEDIVE!"
"Opps! I mean darn it! Aw darn it! And come on Wing I thought of something else."
"AHH!!"
WildWing lunged for his brother putting him in a pin.
"YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE!"
"LOVE YOU TOO!"
~Reality~
"No I can't think of anything", said WildWing.
"Okay fine", said Duke, "But you and I both know that there was at least something that happened in sixteen years together that wasn't perfect."
"What's your point?"
"My point is, is that things happen. Things you and I can't control. But you shouldn't take this as an offense."
"Oh?"
"And you shouldn't use this so called "offense" as a disguise."
"Come again?"
"You're emotions that you're sending off, keep saying that you're upset because you let Nosedive down, he didn't bring him up right. But personally I think that you're scared."
"Scared of?"
"Do we really have to play these mind games? I thought we knew each other better then that, and we trusted one another."
"Okay okay, you're right, I'm scared of the future."
See what'd I tell you? He knows everything. And he has a way of saying it. I mean a lot of times in conversations that result in anger, if you were to look at the causes its not always so much of the words as it is the way the words were said. For instance if you were to say something like, "I think that dress looked better on the model", as a joke when you're friends asks you what you think, then its okay. But if you say it really rudely, than wa la pure hell. Especially for girls, geez you don't want to get in the middle of a girl fight. It's just not right.
"So Wing", said Duke, "What are you more afraid of?"
"What are my options?"
"You're brother in a gang doing mafia things, or him running away?"
There was a deep silence, and I knew Duke was uncomfortable but he'd never show it. He pulled off this whole casual thing very well. Like you know how some girls can pull of the "natural" look? Well Duke can pull of the "casual" attitude on really personal subjects. The silence grew as I thought about all of the things that I feared for myself and my brother.
"Why can't he just talk to me", I said while standing up and banging my fists upon the table.
"Easy Wing."
"NO! We are closer than that! He should know that he can always talk to me and furthermore that he can come home! He's scared to come home, Duke! Why? I mean obviously something's wrong here. Does he truly think I'm just going to scream at him and not even give him a chance to say what's wrong?"
"You want my opinion?"
"YES!"
"I think that you shouldn't have yelled the first night when Nosedive through a party."
"WHAT?"
"He was upset then, but none of us, including myself bothered to find out what was eating him and what provoked him to do something out of the blue like that. We were all too busy upsetting over our precious crap."
I fell back into my seat.
"So when I punished him for missing a game."
"It didn't help any."
"But I-, it was so-. Aw man I really screwed up."
"Fix it Wing."
"How?"
"I don't know. But then again I don't know Nosedive as well as you. You'll of think of something to get through to him. And we'll have him back safe and soon, okay?"
"Yeah?"
"Next time Klegghorn sees him he's going to give him his options. Either arrest him for pot possession or let him come home."
"Great. Speaking of which why wasn't he arrested?"
"Oh, he was caught on camera."
"Wonderful."
"Relax Wing. Look at it this way. Things can't get any worse."
But man was he wrong.
"Um WildWing, Duke", said Tanya, "I think you should come and have a look at this."
"What is it Tanya", asked Duke.
"Um well.., here I'll turn the TV on for you."
We have a TV in the kitchen, why? Because we just do.
"We are reporting live from Anaheim Mall, (the broadcasting was being done in a helicopter). Here two gangs, The Black Hawks and The Demon's Associates have declared war on one another; a fight consisting in guns and knives. The cops have failed at all efforts to breaking up the fight and being held at gun point to not interfere. Seven teenagers have been shot, one including The Mighty Ducks Nosedive Flashblade who apparently was trying to bring peace to both sides, and is now stuck in a fire inside one of the shops that has been recently set on fire caused by the guns. And no- "
A/N: Wouldn't it be just cruel to end this chapter like this? Just kidding! I'm not that mean ;)
Tanya turned the TV off.
"To the Aerowing", I said as soon as my speech came back to me.
This time it didn't come back so easily as the last. The team did as told of them, and kept silent awaiting and no plan of resisting my orders.
NARRATION RESUMED BY NOSEDIVE
"Okay rewind! Now last time you saw me I was drunk, and not returning home. Well a lot of things happened in the meantime! Let's get you caught up. We were all eating our pizza's not hurting anyone when two members of the Demon's Associates passed by us and "accidentally" spilled their scorching hot coffee's on us.
"WHY YOU ASS", exclaimed Harley jumping up.
"Um opps", said the two mockingly. The walked away thinking on harm would come.yeah right.
Darry and Adam were on them in a minute. They pounded their faces in, all bloody and black and blue. But what they hadn't realized was they were pounding on the brother and cousin of the leader of the group. So as you can see there was a huge mess.
A little later we received a huge hit from the group, and were deeply wounded. We ended up running and successfully hiding. Harley's pride was now hurt, he had a very well known reputation for never walking away, never less running like a rabbit away from it's hunter.
Now remember I said he was smart? Well he knew that doing something impulsive was stupid. And he also knew that he wouldn't be able to walk if he and the D.A.'s had a big bash out. So he formed an alliance with a few other gangs that hated them. And so word got around and the gangs that hadn't been invited to fight by our gang were quickly invited to the D.A.'s
Okay let's just fast forward to the fight. The D.A.'s and their new teams were on one side, and us on the other.
"D-Man", said Harley, "What do you think we should do? Attack their biggest guys with our biggest guys or have our biggest guys get as many little guys as possible."
"I think you should make peace", I replied quite sick of this entire thing.
"D-Man", said Harley, "That's not cool, and I ain't appreciatin that tone of voice."
"Who do you think you are, my mother" I said as confident as him, "Look this is ridiculous. Most people who have petty fights keep the fight petty. No where are guns included in their schemes. Let's stop being weird and pretending to be tough and let's be a little more realistic."
"D-Man I'm not a likin this vibe."
See he ain't hitting me because I got one grand in, and I'm his right hand man. And his "men" aren't going to intimidate me because truth to be told they were shaking and wishing for their momma's.
"Oh come on! You're going to get your friends, and other people who haven't seen enough of life killed over a coffee spill? We're kids! If you want to pursue a career in the mafia go right ahead, but consider something, putting this all in perspective are you such a great leader? People who fight with guns and are willing to get themselves killed as well as their friends and others usually, no always have extreme reasons for doing so! For example, they killed your family because of your ethnicity. That's something to act stupid over. But you keep blowing things out of proportion. You know what people like you are called? Drama kings."
He was so in shock that I had said that he couldn't even speak, heck he couldn't even figure out what do say or how to handle my behavior.
"MEN", said Paul, (the leader of the D.A.'s), "You might die today! But it'll be worth it! You will have defended your pride and you're honor! KILL TH-"
"Who do you think you are", I called over to the team walking in the middle between both teams, "Brave Heart? You got to be kidding me! This is ludicrous! You all do realize that this fight started over spilled coffee?! I mean you two mighty leaders might think you're so great, but you're a piece of crap! Who's going to get hurt today? You? No! You're men, you're going to be the ones barking out orders, so how dare the both of you tell them to execute such peril, and horrendous crimes! Speak of which, look at your so-called men.you're warriors! They're scared to death! They don't want to die! They know damn well that someone is going to die today. That's what guns do; they kill! They take the life of someone else! Only God has the right to do that. Not you! You're men are babies crying our for their mommies and praying for their life! And don't get me wrong, they are scared to die, and to get hurt, but they are more scared to kill another! Living with the murder on your shoulders every single day! This fight doesn't concern them! They don't know the people whom which they are to kill! Killing someone, is usually because of personal reasons. It doesn't make it right, but that's usually the cause. And look here at this situation, they don't even have a reason!! And give me a break, you're personal reason is over spilled coffee?!! Are you people serious? Come on now, let's put this in perspective! And let's get back to my fear point, the thing that they are most scared of, is failing in this "mission" and having to face their so-called friends, you the leaders. If they survive today, they will either kill or get killed by you! Are that what friends do? Is that what a team is?"
I stopped to re-consider the definition of team. I was one to talk. I had no idea what it meant to be a team lately. I had indirectly trashed my teammates personal stuff, yelled at the people who had become my family, and fought with a person who I had known all my life. I felt kind of sick. I had made a lot of mistakes, and for once I couldn't count on Wing to come to the rescue.
But during this time of reflecting a shot went off. At the time we didn't know who had shot it off, or which leader had their time fire but chaos started from there. Apparently a nearby shop was being robbed from gunpoint. But the two alliances thought that it was the other team firing at them. So missiles began to soar, and me being the idiot was right in the middle of it. I was the first person to go down.
I got hit in the upper arm. I was lucky, it could have hit my head, or chest and then it would have been game over for me. See how optimistic I am? I can always find the positive, but when I'm with my teammates all I can ever do is focus on my negativity and teammates aren't supposed to do that. Anyway more on that later.
The next few things were a blur of red. However even these creeps knew the rules, you don't hurt a man who's down. It's just one of those things you don't do. I couldn't defend myself or attack them so they left me alone. I crawled out of the line of fire, as best as I could. But sometimes I just have really bad luck. It was lucky for me to still be alive but really unlucky for me to slither into the store that had been robbed. The robber didn't want any witnesses, (he didn't consider the gang a threat since they were so wrapped up with themselves) so he decided to kill everyone. He threw a can of gasoline in the store and threw a match in. Badda bing badda boom you have you're basic blazing fire.
I distinctly remember now that all I was thinking was that I was going to die without Wing's forgiveness and that he was going to have to live with my death like this his entire life. That was all I could take. I fainted in the store.
NARRATION RECOMMENCED BY WILDWING
My main priority was to get my brother out of that building and return him home, safe and sound. However the police had other ideas. They begged us to stop the massacre and then the fire department would be able to help Dive. I was completely against it, but Duke convinced me that none of us had the experience of a rescue worker to rescue Dive and the only way to help him was by stopping the fight, which is exactly what we did.
We landed the Aerowing inside the middle of the fight with our guns out. The teens got scared enough and ran out right into the police's trap. And as quick as the rookie with the puck gets checked the firefighters were in getting the fire out. The punk that set the fire happens to be in the custody of the Anaheim Police Department in case you're interested.
But that's a happy note, (to me anyway) and happy was the last emotion I could think of. It was extremely upsetting. Blood everywhere, mothers shrieking as their children were hauled away by either police cars or ambulances, teenagers young kids being covered up and being pronounced dead. It was a horrible sight. Mallory and Tanya through up from it. Being women they could sympathize easily with the mothers and therefore had more of a shock than us men. Anyway it was even more disturbing for me anyway when the pulled Nosedive away on a stretcher and had a mask over his beak. It was the most traumatic scene I think I've ever been placed in.
His right sleeve, (where he had been shot), was drenched in blood, his left side of his left side of his body up to ribs was badly burned, and that moaning, ugh I couldn't take it. My legs caved in; lucky for me I got me a best friend to catch me. I'm lucky to have a friend like that, even though sometimes I wanna kill him.
"Come on Wing", he said softly, "Let's go to the hospital, okay? We'll get custody of Nosedive as soon as possible."
"He's going to be okay?"
"Uh I don't know but um-"
"TELL ME!"
"WildWing get a hold on yourself! He's probably fine, he got shot in the arm, so I think he'll be okay, but then again I'm no doctor, you're just going to have to wait and see like everyone else. Okay?"
I nodded and agreed. I got in the Aerowing, this time Canard drove.
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