Disclaimer: Mighty Ducks aren't mine. Faith, Will and Cece are my brain
children.
AN: This chapter has alot of new added crap....Enjoy!
Chapter Two: GoOd MoRiNinG InSaNiTy
If this is what going insane feels like, I want a refund. Tanya had stapled the gashes on my hands timidly. With each little clink the closing staples did another voice seemed to be added into my brain.
" You really thought you could protect me?! Oh please! I had it coming to me Wing. You know that," A sick voice said in my head.
The voice sounded like Faith. Tanya finished closing the final staple and she calmly walked out of my room.
" What do you want from me?" I asked out loud.
" What I want is you broken and bleeding. I'm dead because of you," Faith replied in my brain.
I closed my eyes and I could see her dead body talking back to me. I could see that nasty hole in her stomach, I could almost put my hand through it.
" I did what I could," I replied.
She laughed coldly and pointed one blood-crusted finger at me.
" What you are is a disgrace!" She shouted. " I had my whole life planned out. OUR whole life Wing! But no, you ignored that sinking feeling and ORDERED me to come with the team to the Raptor. I didn't want to go Wing! For damn sake! YOU JUST INGORED ME! GOD! YOU SHOULD OF DIED! AND INSTEAD YOU LET ME DIE! YOU FUCKING COWARD!"
I knew she wasn't real, but with how my mind was slipping I didn't care. Memories of that last conversation replayed in my head again.
The idea of a peaceful sleep was totally out of the question. I had gotten so used to Faith taking up the other side of the bed I couldn't sleep without her there. I would rather die then sleep next to a corpse. But then, if I did doing something 'rash' I could re-join her. Suicide would always come back to haunt me at night.
Every night the whole thing would slip farther down the hole. During the day I'd practice, get forced into eating, then deal with the public. When the sun would set, that was a whole different story. I'd change myclothes and go hide in some random club. Usually ones Faith and I went to when she was alive. I'd watch the women dance and my mind would play tricks on me. Somehow the woman, human or not, would morph into Faith and taunt me. The first few nights of it made me angry, and I would smash some random being's face in. I mostly destroyed cars more then faces.
I soon learned that cutting and burning myself would get the same reaction destroying property would give me. Dive had problems with cutting himself before Cece and Faith came to join us, and I bared with watching him change because of it. I hated having to inspect him. Seeing Dive standing embrass in front of me in his skivves wasn't my idea of fun. But I learned from his mistakes. I knew how to hide them better. I knew where to cut. I had to wear werid leather gloves to hide it, but no one knew about it.
Cept for Canard. He knows me too damn much. Maybe more then he should. I had come home pretty late one night and he followed me to the bathroom. I didn't notice he did until I already added five slashes to each of my arms. He was ballistic when he saw that and I was in a Red Rage. We fought harder and more bitter then we ever had that night. Didn't last long, since I had cut too deeply and lost way too much blood. He dragged me to the ER and when they asked questions he told them to shut the fuck up and staple/stitch me up already.
Drugs wasn't a problem with me. I still respected myself, even though not very much. Took Canard several weeks to get me to talk to someone about my problems. I had lost over half of my body mass, and my clean arms were covered in infected cuts and burns. I even tried to slit my own throat once. I managed to cut it, but not deep enough. I ended up with thirty four stitches in my neck and a very nice RX to some strong ass pain medicine. Okay, I didn't get into those street drugs. I was more a 'abuse the meds docs give you' type of Psycho. I would occasionally rip a stitch out of some random stitch job and get even more meds to help with the pain. Was pretty sick of me, and it made everyone disapointed in me. I didn't give a fuck about them anymore.
I had watched Duke become more and more sick, to the point even getting up to piss was a day long process. What no one knows is that we had a agreement. If he became that sick, that close to death I'd 'put him outta his misery'. I hate to say it now, but like I mentioned earlier. I didn't care. I even remember the look on his face when I put the gun to the side of his head. I had to help him pull the trigger. This is what Faith's pushed me to be. She turned me into some heartless killer. I watched his body for hours, long after it did that creepy twitch thing. The blood had long since dried when I notified the rest of the team that Duke committed Suicude.
Not long after that Mallory put the gun in her mouth and pulled the trigger. And right in front of her twin babes. I never heard babies wail so loudly in my life. We didn't tell the media the truth. Lightening cooked up some story about how they were defending the babies against some street gang and they ended up being murdered. Lightening didn't like lying about it, but she didn't have much choice. But then, when a psychotic duck with a demonic mask orders you to do something you can't refuse them. I think my heart died after I helped Duke kill himself.
I refused to seek help for the longest time. I was deep into becoming a Alcoholic when Canard finally had enough. He and Spring fought me until they were broken and bleeding to get their point across. True I lost most of my body mass, but the now evolved Mask gave me strength that made Dragonus look like a child. I wanted help deep down inside, but I didn't want to give up. I had to get better, if there was any chance in the slightest for me to get my life back together.
The short thin duck shrink Canard took me to cringed as I was forced into the chair in front of him. The wounds on my arms were bleeding and leaking puss something fierce. He whispered amongst the other four doctors, two of them were human. I watched the conversation in mild interest, since Faith's disembodied soul decided to taunt me yet again. I could see her dancing behind the shrinks, singing and spinning to her dead heart's content.
" Do you plan just to fucking sit there all day or do you intend to commit me sometime this CENTURY!" I yelled at the table of doctors.
Two burly guards came over and forced me into this strange canvas jacket with long sleeves. Took me all of two seconds to realize what it was. I reached for my puck launcher but came up empty handed.
" Now don't fight us," One said doing a calm down gesture at me.
" FUCK YOU!" I yelled at him.
I made a break for the door and more guards came streaming in. They all seemed to pile onto me and force the straight jacket onto me.
" And you say he was the goalie for the Mighty Ducks?" one guard asked.
They pulled the thing so tight that my arms tingled. The Mask, which faded out of existence tingled behind my eyes. No one knew how the thing melted onto my face, and how I could deliberately make it fade from sight. They forced me back onto the chair, and two guards forced their hands onto my shoulders to make me stay put.
" You have worried several souls you realize Mr. Flashblade," The first shrink cooed.
I glared at him and set my jaw. If my hands were free I would of flipped him the finger.
" What else is new?" I growled, fighting with the straps. " I AM NOT INSANE!"
Faith's soul then leaned down close to my face and gave a bloody smile.
" Tell them why you talk to yourself out loud then!" She howled.
" FUCK OFF FAITH!" I exclaimed.
The doctors then turned towards the main doctor in the center.
" You do realize she is dead," he said.
I managed to make one of my shoulders dislocate and I worked on worming out of the jacket.
" Oh really?" I asked. " Then why the fuck is she taunting me then?!"
The main doctor then nodded.
" It has come to the attention of this board that the Mighty Ducks Goalie known as Wildwing Flashblade is no longer mentally fit to play," he said. " lead him to solitary gentleman."
I fought them as they pulled me up by the straight jacket. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Faith crying. She wasn't covered in blood anymore, and she was in one piece. I felt one of the guards prick me with a syringe. Whatever it was made my vision blurry and gave me massive vertigo. Images of my teammates flashed in front of me, them shaking their heads, showing how I disappointed them. Canard was the worst. He was the only one who spoke.
" I told you to protect them. I made you Team caption because you had the spirit and the desire to live. Appears I chose wrongly," Canard's mocking voice rang in my ears.
My thoughts started to turn hazy, and my body started to feel heavy.
AN: This chapter has alot of new added crap....Enjoy!
Chapter Two: GoOd MoRiNinG InSaNiTy
If this is what going insane feels like, I want a refund. Tanya had stapled the gashes on my hands timidly. With each little clink the closing staples did another voice seemed to be added into my brain.
" You really thought you could protect me?! Oh please! I had it coming to me Wing. You know that," A sick voice said in my head.
The voice sounded like Faith. Tanya finished closing the final staple and she calmly walked out of my room.
" What do you want from me?" I asked out loud.
" What I want is you broken and bleeding. I'm dead because of you," Faith replied in my brain.
I closed my eyes and I could see her dead body talking back to me. I could see that nasty hole in her stomach, I could almost put my hand through it.
" I did what I could," I replied.
She laughed coldly and pointed one blood-crusted finger at me.
" What you are is a disgrace!" She shouted. " I had my whole life planned out. OUR whole life Wing! But no, you ignored that sinking feeling and ORDERED me to come with the team to the Raptor. I didn't want to go Wing! For damn sake! YOU JUST INGORED ME! GOD! YOU SHOULD OF DIED! AND INSTEAD YOU LET ME DIE! YOU FUCKING COWARD!"
I knew she wasn't real, but with how my mind was slipping I didn't care. Memories of that last conversation replayed in my head again.
The idea of a peaceful sleep was totally out of the question. I had gotten so used to Faith taking up the other side of the bed I couldn't sleep without her there. I would rather die then sleep next to a corpse. But then, if I did doing something 'rash' I could re-join her. Suicide would always come back to haunt me at night.
Every night the whole thing would slip farther down the hole. During the day I'd practice, get forced into eating, then deal with the public. When the sun would set, that was a whole different story. I'd change myclothes and go hide in some random club. Usually ones Faith and I went to when she was alive. I'd watch the women dance and my mind would play tricks on me. Somehow the woman, human or not, would morph into Faith and taunt me. The first few nights of it made me angry, and I would smash some random being's face in. I mostly destroyed cars more then faces.
I soon learned that cutting and burning myself would get the same reaction destroying property would give me. Dive had problems with cutting himself before Cece and Faith came to join us, and I bared with watching him change because of it. I hated having to inspect him. Seeing Dive standing embrass in front of me in his skivves wasn't my idea of fun. But I learned from his mistakes. I knew how to hide them better. I knew where to cut. I had to wear werid leather gloves to hide it, but no one knew about it.
Cept for Canard. He knows me too damn much. Maybe more then he should. I had come home pretty late one night and he followed me to the bathroom. I didn't notice he did until I already added five slashes to each of my arms. He was ballistic when he saw that and I was in a Red Rage. We fought harder and more bitter then we ever had that night. Didn't last long, since I had cut too deeply and lost way too much blood. He dragged me to the ER and when they asked questions he told them to shut the fuck up and staple/stitch me up already.
Drugs wasn't a problem with me. I still respected myself, even though not very much. Took Canard several weeks to get me to talk to someone about my problems. I had lost over half of my body mass, and my clean arms were covered in infected cuts and burns. I even tried to slit my own throat once. I managed to cut it, but not deep enough. I ended up with thirty four stitches in my neck and a very nice RX to some strong ass pain medicine. Okay, I didn't get into those street drugs. I was more a 'abuse the meds docs give you' type of Psycho. I would occasionally rip a stitch out of some random stitch job and get even more meds to help with the pain. Was pretty sick of me, and it made everyone disapointed in me. I didn't give a fuck about them anymore.
I had watched Duke become more and more sick, to the point even getting up to piss was a day long process. What no one knows is that we had a agreement. If he became that sick, that close to death I'd 'put him outta his misery'. I hate to say it now, but like I mentioned earlier. I didn't care. I even remember the look on his face when I put the gun to the side of his head. I had to help him pull the trigger. This is what Faith's pushed me to be. She turned me into some heartless killer. I watched his body for hours, long after it did that creepy twitch thing. The blood had long since dried when I notified the rest of the team that Duke committed Suicude.
Not long after that Mallory put the gun in her mouth and pulled the trigger. And right in front of her twin babes. I never heard babies wail so loudly in my life. We didn't tell the media the truth. Lightening cooked up some story about how they were defending the babies against some street gang and they ended up being murdered. Lightening didn't like lying about it, but she didn't have much choice. But then, when a psychotic duck with a demonic mask orders you to do something you can't refuse them. I think my heart died after I helped Duke kill himself.
I refused to seek help for the longest time. I was deep into becoming a Alcoholic when Canard finally had enough. He and Spring fought me until they were broken and bleeding to get their point across. True I lost most of my body mass, but the now evolved Mask gave me strength that made Dragonus look like a child. I wanted help deep down inside, but I didn't want to give up. I had to get better, if there was any chance in the slightest for me to get my life back together.
The short thin duck shrink Canard took me to cringed as I was forced into the chair in front of him. The wounds on my arms were bleeding and leaking puss something fierce. He whispered amongst the other four doctors, two of them were human. I watched the conversation in mild interest, since Faith's disembodied soul decided to taunt me yet again. I could see her dancing behind the shrinks, singing and spinning to her dead heart's content.
" Do you plan just to fucking sit there all day or do you intend to commit me sometime this CENTURY!" I yelled at the table of doctors.
Two burly guards came over and forced me into this strange canvas jacket with long sleeves. Took me all of two seconds to realize what it was. I reached for my puck launcher but came up empty handed.
" Now don't fight us," One said doing a calm down gesture at me.
" FUCK YOU!" I yelled at him.
I made a break for the door and more guards came streaming in. They all seemed to pile onto me and force the straight jacket onto me.
" And you say he was the goalie for the Mighty Ducks?" one guard asked.
They pulled the thing so tight that my arms tingled. The Mask, which faded out of existence tingled behind my eyes. No one knew how the thing melted onto my face, and how I could deliberately make it fade from sight. They forced me back onto the chair, and two guards forced their hands onto my shoulders to make me stay put.
" You have worried several souls you realize Mr. Flashblade," The first shrink cooed.
I glared at him and set my jaw. If my hands were free I would of flipped him the finger.
" What else is new?" I growled, fighting with the straps. " I AM NOT INSANE!"
Faith's soul then leaned down close to my face and gave a bloody smile.
" Tell them why you talk to yourself out loud then!" She howled.
" FUCK OFF FAITH!" I exclaimed.
The doctors then turned towards the main doctor in the center.
" You do realize she is dead," he said.
I managed to make one of my shoulders dislocate and I worked on worming out of the jacket.
" Oh really?" I asked. " Then why the fuck is she taunting me then?!"
The main doctor then nodded.
" It has come to the attention of this board that the Mighty Ducks Goalie known as Wildwing Flashblade is no longer mentally fit to play," he said. " lead him to solitary gentleman."
I fought them as they pulled me up by the straight jacket. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Faith crying. She wasn't covered in blood anymore, and she was in one piece. I felt one of the guards prick me with a syringe. Whatever it was made my vision blurry and gave me massive vertigo. Images of my teammates flashed in front of me, them shaking their heads, showing how I disappointed them. Canard was the worst. He was the only one who spoke.
" I told you to protect them. I made you Team caption because you had the spirit and the desire to live. Appears I chose wrongly," Canard's mocking voice rang in my ears.
My thoughts started to turn hazy, and my body started to feel heavy.