A New Beginning.
I never saw the beginning of the mighty ducks so I thought that I would make up a new beginning for them, I hope you enjoy, p.s. I don't own the mighty ducks, although I wish I did. p.p.s This is not related to the Angel chronicles so I don't want any flack, cheers.
Wildwing was bored, his father had grounded him the week before for talking back when he had been telling his dear eldest son why they should join the forces. As usual he'd spoken back and ended up loosing his temper, he didn't want to fight and he couldn't understand why his dad wouldn't understand. Wildwing's other siblings were apparently not suitable army material, so General Flashblade kept telling his family. Nosedive, his youngest son, had often been ill in his childhood and was not as strong as Wing was, Phoenix, Wildwing's elder sister by five years had quite literally disowned by her father, who had forbidden any of his family to mention her name in his presence. She'd followed her dream of becoming a singer and was now an idol but dear old dad had wanted her to marry one of his army friend's sons when she was sixteen and she refused telling him that she was going to be a singer and she would on no condition marry for anything less than love. He threw her out and the only times Wildwing or Nosedive ever got to see their beloved sister was on the TV when she was singing in her band.
"Wing!" he jumped and looked down into the street, he smiled and waved when he saw his best friend Canard waving at him, Canard was two years older than him but they had been neighbors for years and they got on really well, with the occasional exception of Nosedive of course, "still in the dog house huh?"
"Yeah, he won't even let me go out to play hockey," Wildwing stood up to get a better view of his friend, just then his father barged out of the front door and got into his car.
"Wildwing, look out for your brother, son." Wildwing blinked as his father sped away breaking the speed limit.
"What was that about," asked Canard.
"Haven't a clue buddy." Wildwing scanned the streets looking for Nosedive, who had finished his game and unbeknownst to him had gone off to the comic shop. "You see where Dive went?" Canard shook his head, "Wait there, we'd better go find him I've got a feeling that I shouldn't let him out of my sight." Canard sighed and shook his head, he didn't hate Nosedive but he didn't exactly consider him his friend either, he knew about the health problems he had suffered when he was younger but he'd been fine for so long he couldn't understand why the Flashblade family were still so protective of him. He didn't complain though and when they couldn't find him he called on some of his friends to help them Canard went with two guys and Wing went with four others. They searched for a while and Wildwing and his group found Nosedive at the comic shop browsing the shelves. "Nosedive," the eleven year old whipped around in surprise, "when you go off could you at least tell someone," Dive grinned and waved sheepishly, but his grin turned to a frown when he felt the ground tremble. The six boys looked at each other and rushed outside.
Just up the street there was large group of ducks heading their way in a blind panic. It was a few second before they could see what they were running from and they all bolted after them. However the robots they had seen caught up with the crowd quickly and people fell dead all around them.
"Halt," said an electronic voice, "if you surrender now you will only be enslaved, if you run you will be killed." Some ran anyway and were cut down. Wildwing and the group of boys surrounded Nosedive to try and protect the terrified child. But soon they were being herded towards the hills of Puckworld. Their first night of captivity was a terrifying one, the boys kept hearing tales of others peoples deaths, some they knew some they didn't. Nosedive spent the night in Wildwing's protective arms, crying from fear, holding onto his brother for dear life in case either one of them would be separated at any moment. He was right, the next morning all of the ducklings were separated from their relatives and were taken to the side and brutally murdered, everyone else were herded into another line which passed the line of condemned children. Wildwing spotted his terrified brother and whispered his plan to Canard's friends as they passed him the boy closest to Dive grabbed him and they all used their height to conceal him so that he wouldn't suffer the same fate. If they had know what was to come they may have left him to his fate.