Dark Beginnings
By: Hecubus_98413
A/N- Chapter one was updated just slightly, I realized that I forgot to mention early in the story that Darkwing knew about who he was going after. So I kinda re wrote the dialogue. I will repost the chapter hopefully tomorrow. I want to double check the chapter.
Chapter Two- Mourning
It had been a week since Drake had come to terms that his daughter was dead. He never thought he would see the day. But then again, he never thought of it. The news had been all over him and his alter ego Drake. He was known as both the hero who put a stop to two of the most powerful villains in St. Canard. But he was also known as the father, for who caused his daughter to run away and as a result he lost her. The funeral was nice. Everyone who knew Gosalyn was there, as well as those who knew Darkwing and Drake. Even Launchpad's old employer, Scrooge McDuck, came to pay his respects. For days Drake wanted nothing more than to be alone. Launchpad was a good friend; he was also good with keeping his promises. Through the last few weeks he was there with Drake. Gosalyn would be proud. It was now fall, and the last few days showed the citizens of St. Canard that winter will be fierce. It was sundown, instead of being in the tower watching over the city, Drake was at home, in Gosalyn's room. The room was dark, with the exception of the reddish orange hue on the wall, showing that the sun was setting. On the wall was the shadow of a duck, just staring. Drake sat on what was Gosalyn's bed. He sat in front of the window, staring out. The color of the sun brought out the tired look on his face. Slowly he sighed and stood up. He spent most of his day tiding up the room. He made sure that there would at least be a small mess, so it would not take away form the feeling that Gosalyn was still there. He walked around the bed. On the other side on the floor was Gosalyn's favorite stuff animal. He picked it up and held it in his hands for a moment. He then brought it close and hugged it. A few tears managed to fall from his eyes. Slowly he placed the doll on Gosalyn's bed, placing it where it leaned on the pillow. He turned to leave, when he noticed an envelope sitting on her nightstand, he picked it up and noted that it was addressed to him with a simple "dad" written on it. He didn't open it but, instead he took it with him and left her room. Before he closed the door, he looked at it one more time. Again the darkness with the red hue of the setting sun, made it look more dramatic. Drake then turned his head and closed the door.
~Meanwhile~
Downtown in one of the most prominent skyscrapers in St. Canard on the top floor was the hideout of the most well known criminal group in all of the city. The whole one side of the hideout was the windows. Standing at the window, watching the red sun set, stood the leader of this group. Negaduck.
Negaduck- And yet the close of another day, ends with the setting of the blood red sun.
He walked away from the window and sat at a huge desk, in front of him stood those for who had followed him for years. only minus two members. To all those who feared them, they were only known as the Fearsome Five. He looked at the last surviving members. Each looked at him, waiting for him to speak. Negaduck leaned forward, resting his one arm on the desk.
Negaduck- As you know, Megavolt and Quackerjack didn't survive the explosion, thus ruining the plot we had in time travel.
Each one of the members lowered their heads in mourning.
Negaduck- This loss has put a dent on the team. The head leaders at F.O.W.L are aware of this, thus allowing us to join them, but as a branch of the agency. Also they will replenish our loss, by providing us with two of the best agents they have.
Bushroot and Liquidator looked at there leader with a look of confusion.
Negaduck- This will be assurance that we don't lose our well known reputation.
Bushroot stepped forward.
Bushroot- What of Darkwing? He has not been seen since that night.
Liquidator- Is he not to blame for the deaths of our friends and team mates?
Negaduck stood up again. He walked around the desk and stood in front of the two.
Negaduck- Don't you think that idea has crossed my mind numerous times?
Bushroot- I think that what our wet friend here is trying to ask is, how are we going to retaliate against Darkwing?
Negaduck placed his hand under his chin in a thinking state.
Negaduck- You know I never had a plan for that. Hopefully when our new friends arrive, we can discuss that matter.
He walked past the two and headed towards the elevator.
Negaduck- There deaths shall not go unpunished. Darkwing is weak therefore his defeat will be easy.
On that note, Negaduck stepped in the elevator. He looked at the two remaining members as the doors closed. Negaduck's reflection on the doors showed that even he was unsure about the future of the Fearsome five. All he did was cover his eyes with his hand.
~Same time the next night~
Launchpad convinced Drake to leave the house for at least a few hours. It took a lot of persuasion, but Drake agreed. But much to Launchpad's dismay, Drake's idea of going out, was spending time in the tower. Launchpad decided to use this time well, he spent it fixing the Thunder Quack. It was oddly quiet. At this point Drake would normally complain about anything he could. Instead, he sat up on the platform, in costume, staring at the computer screen.
Launchpad- See DW, I told you it would be a good idea for you to get out of the house. Maybe later we can go out for a spin, you know, like old times.
Darkwing's eyes shifted to the floor. With no oomph in his attitude, he answered.
Darkwing- Yeah, old times, swell idea.
Launchpad shook his head. He then slowly returned to his work. It was hard for him to deal with Gosalyn's loss as well, but the fact that someone who was so well feared, was now helpless was bothersome. But Launchpad, being very understanding as he was, knew what kind of toll this whole ordeal had cause on Darkwing. Back up on the platform, Darkwing didn't move. He sat as if he was home relaxing. In his one hand he held a paper. That paper was the envelope in which he found on Gosalyn's night stand. He brought the envelope up to his eye level and opened it. He dropped the envelope on the floor, and opened the letter. It wasn't a long one. He then dropped it and started to cry.
Dad-
You didn't want me anymore, so I left. Always remember that I love you and some day I will return. Don't worry I will always keep your identity a secret.
Love you always
Gosalyn.
Darkwing- (soft) I'm sorry.
By: Hecubus_98413
A/N- Chapter one was updated just slightly, I realized that I forgot to mention early in the story that Darkwing knew about who he was going after. So I kinda re wrote the dialogue. I will repost the chapter hopefully tomorrow. I want to double check the chapter.
Chapter Two- Mourning
It had been a week since Drake had come to terms that his daughter was dead. He never thought he would see the day. But then again, he never thought of it. The news had been all over him and his alter ego Drake. He was known as both the hero who put a stop to two of the most powerful villains in St. Canard. But he was also known as the father, for who caused his daughter to run away and as a result he lost her. The funeral was nice. Everyone who knew Gosalyn was there, as well as those who knew Darkwing and Drake. Even Launchpad's old employer, Scrooge McDuck, came to pay his respects. For days Drake wanted nothing more than to be alone. Launchpad was a good friend; he was also good with keeping his promises. Through the last few weeks he was there with Drake. Gosalyn would be proud. It was now fall, and the last few days showed the citizens of St. Canard that winter will be fierce. It was sundown, instead of being in the tower watching over the city, Drake was at home, in Gosalyn's room. The room was dark, with the exception of the reddish orange hue on the wall, showing that the sun was setting. On the wall was the shadow of a duck, just staring. Drake sat on what was Gosalyn's bed. He sat in front of the window, staring out. The color of the sun brought out the tired look on his face. Slowly he sighed and stood up. He spent most of his day tiding up the room. He made sure that there would at least be a small mess, so it would not take away form the feeling that Gosalyn was still there. He walked around the bed. On the other side on the floor was Gosalyn's favorite stuff animal. He picked it up and held it in his hands for a moment. He then brought it close and hugged it. A few tears managed to fall from his eyes. Slowly he placed the doll on Gosalyn's bed, placing it where it leaned on the pillow. He turned to leave, when he noticed an envelope sitting on her nightstand, he picked it up and noted that it was addressed to him with a simple "dad" written on it. He didn't open it but, instead he took it with him and left her room. Before he closed the door, he looked at it one more time. Again the darkness with the red hue of the setting sun, made it look more dramatic. Drake then turned his head and closed the door.
~Meanwhile~
Downtown in one of the most prominent skyscrapers in St. Canard on the top floor was the hideout of the most well known criminal group in all of the city. The whole one side of the hideout was the windows. Standing at the window, watching the red sun set, stood the leader of this group. Negaduck.
Negaduck- And yet the close of another day, ends with the setting of the blood red sun.
He walked away from the window and sat at a huge desk, in front of him stood those for who had followed him for years. only minus two members. To all those who feared them, they were only known as the Fearsome Five. He looked at the last surviving members. Each looked at him, waiting for him to speak. Negaduck leaned forward, resting his one arm on the desk.
Negaduck- As you know, Megavolt and Quackerjack didn't survive the explosion, thus ruining the plot we had in time travel.
Each one of the members lowered their heads in mourning.
Negaduck- This loss has put a dent on the team. The head leaders at F.O.W.L are aware of this, thus allowing us to join them, but as a branch of the agency. Also they will replenish our loss, by providing us with two of the best agents they have.
Bushroot and Liquidator looked at there leader with a look of confusion.
Negaduck- This will be assurance that we don't lose our well known reputation.
Bushroot stepped forward.
Bushroot- What of Darkwing? He has not been seen since that night.
Liquidator- Is he not to blame for the deaths of our friends and team mates?
Negaduck stood up again. He walked around the desk and stood in front of the two.
Negaduck- Don't you think that idea has crossed my mind numerous times?
Bushroot- I think that what our wet friend here is trying to ask is, how are we going to retaliate against Darkwing?
Negaduck placed his hand under his chin in a thinking state.
Negaduck- You know I never had a plan for that. Hopefully when our new friends arrive, we can discuss that matter.
He walked past the two and headed towards the elevator.
Negaduck- There deaths shall not go unpunished. Darkwing is weak therefore his defeat will be easy.
On that note, Negaduck stepped in the elevator. He looked at the two remaining members as the doors closed. Negaduck's reflection on the doors showed that even he was unsure about the future of the Fearsome five. All he did was cover his eyes with his hand.
~Same time the next night~
Launchpad convinced Drake to leave the house for at least a few hours. It took a lot of persuasion, but Drake agreed. But much to Launchpad's dismay, Drake's idea of going out, was spending time in the tower. Launchpad decided to use this time well, he spent it fixing the Thunder Quack. It was oddly quiet. At this point Drake would normally complain about anything he could. Instead, he sat up on the platform, in costume, staring at the computer screen.
Launchpad- See DW, I told you it would be a good idea for you to get out of the house. Maybe later we can go out for a spin, you know, like old times.
Darkwing's eyes shifted to the floor. With no oomph in his attitude, he answered.
Darkwing- Yeah, old times, swell idea.
Launchpad shook his head. He then slowly returned to his work. It was hard for him to deal with Gosalyn's loss as well, but the fact that someone who was so well feared, was now helpless was bothersome. But Launchpad, being very understanding as he was, knew what kind of toll this whole ordeal had cause on Darkwing. Back up on the platform, Darkwing didn't move. He sat as if he was home relaxing. In his one hand he held a paper. That paper was the envelope in which he found on Gosalyn's night stand. He brought the envelope up to his eye level and opened it. He dropped the envelope on the floor, and opened the letter. It wasn't a long one. He then dropped it and started to cry.
Dad-
You didn't want me anymore, so I left. Always remember that I love you and some day I will return. Don't worry I will always keep your identity a secret.
Love you always
Gosalyn.
Darkwing- (soft) I'm sorry.