A Continuation of The Slash Saga: My Funny Friend and Me and Birds of A Feather
By Roaming Tigress and Tammy Wraight who gave permission to use the character of Faith Mallard
The Darkwing Deed
"I take it dere is no other option?" Steelbeak asked, anxiously staring at the edge of the knife that slowly sliced into his neck. A steady stream of crimson trickled through his feathers, and he grit his teeth as he tried to fight the stinging pain. As a last-ditch attempt to ease Negaduck back into is 'usual' self and to sidetrack him from the uneventful, he carefully nibbled at the drake's tufty cheek feathers. It was an affectionately seductive gesture that he's used before in foreplay, and he was certain the mallard couldn't resist it.
"No," Negaduck replied in monotone, falling aloof to Steelbeak's affection. "In case you haven't realized it already, I make the decision on who lives, and who dies . . . And it's Darkwing's time to die." He pocketed the knife momentarily and painfully twisted the rooster's wattles to emphasize his attitude. Not surprisingly, this quite quickly stopped the larger avian's attempts to soften him.
"I say it was his time to croak a long time ago!" Faith scoffed, crossing her arms with a little huff. "Why I never thought of shooting the bloody idiot before is beyond me." She leaned herself back to use her husband's torso as a comfortable pillow.
"You're right there, but you didn't off him because you didn't want to steal my thunder!" Negaduck grinned, unlocking the victim's handcuffs.
Steelbeak was usually good at slipping away from a situation; perhaps he may just get out of this one. "What if I don't kill 'em?" He didn't realize that he said this a little too loud to himself.
"We'd kill you, that's what'd happen!" Faith winked.
"Just finish him off, Steelbeak. He's as good as dead anyways!" Negaduck gloated, filing one of his fangs with the dreaded weapon.
"And what the lady said . . . " He snarled, grabbing the rooster's teal tail feathers the moment it looked like he was trying to make a getaway.
"Now, get out there and do it!"
Feeling the end of The Knife being pricked against his lower back, Steelbeak put his boxer shorts back on and hopped off the bed. The two avians escorted him out of the room and down the hallway. He was hesitant in his step, checking back once in a while to see if they were still behind him. There was a time that he would've raced or even fought Negaduck to see who would kill the interfering crime fighter first, but that was a lifetime ago.
C'mon, Darky . . . Do yer disappearin' act or somet'ing! Ya've gotta get outta 'ere! His heart sank when the storage room was opened. He saw that his beloved Darkwing Duck was clinging to life, and for a very brief moment he made eye contact with him.
"Valentino . . . ?" Darkwing called out, his voice strained. "What's going on here, big guy?"
All hope of the two of them getting out of this situation was gone. Foist Bushroot, now Darkwing. Who'll be next? Steelbeak lied to himself, showing the other two that he was up to it when he really wasn't.
"I 'ave to kill youse," Steelbeak told the drake, using a strange, slow voice. "Ev'ryone's gotta die sooner or later, yer time just came up a little sooner den yas t'ought."
With a proud grin, Negaduck handed Steelbeak his machine gun that he had hid until now. "Now, that's more like it! Go get him, tiger."
"I think your evilness is really rubbing off on him, Professor Negaduck!" Faith whispered. "Just as it's done on me."
"I think it has!" He whispered back. "Not a bad teacher, am I?" Indeed he was a good mentor; his evilness had a tenancy to rub off on others, and soon Steelbeak would be no exception.
"Not at all!" The she duck grinned, giving his bill a light, flirty shake.
Too weak to pull his disappearing act, Darkwing Duck looked up at Steelbeak with half shock, half dread. I can tell he's putting up a front for the other two. I can just see it in his eyes. Just why does he want to kill me, though? Is he being forced into it, is he trying to get revenge on me for breaking up with me? He shuddered, thinking about how Gosalyn and Launchpad would live without him and how the criminals of St. Canard would likely celebrate his death.
"Why . . . ?" Darkwing whispered, staring at the weapon that was being pointed in his direction. "Don't let these two force you into doing something you don't want to do!" He urged, looking over Faith and Negaduck with fury. Even in the shape he as in, he was still a fighter.
"He wants to do it!" Faith hissed, getting on her guard as he gave her an attitude. "Doesn't the gun being pointed in your direction mean anything to you?"
"Don't waste your breath on him, Dollface!" Negaduck growled, glaring hatefully at Darkwing. "He always was the stupidest one in the family . . . "
"Hah! Now why doesn't that surprise me?" Faith laughed, putting Negaduck in a playful headlock and giving him a kiss. The two were so distracted with one another they didn't see Steelbeak wipe a tear from each of his deep-set eyes.
Please fuhgive me, love. Without saying another word, Steelbeak took a better aim for Darkwing's head and fired. Just before and right after he pulled the trigger, he looked away, unable to bear the betrayal in the mallard's eyes as he died.
Most characters mentioned in this chapter are © Disney. However, Faith Mallard belongs to Tammy Wraight. If you steal or copy her, expect to die a horrid death.