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
Chapter Sixteen:
Captured!
Negaduck slowly returned to his normal self, shocked by what he saw laid out in front of him. Darkwing Duck was dead, and his end was as violent as his crime-crushing career. He stared at the body for a moment, likening splattering of blood to a bizarre abstract painting. Ahhhhh . . . Gotta love the beauty in death.
While the masked mallard was in a demonized state, it was like he had another being controlling his mind. Negaduck couldn't remember Steelbeak finishing off Darkwing or even ordering him to do so. For a fleeting moment he felt a twinge of strange, chilling uncertainty. The death seemed all too surreal for even him, and he pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. Sure enough, he wasn't.
"You've killed Darkwing Duck . . . " Negaduck said, his voice almost a whisper. "I can't believe it . . . " Uncertainty was soon replaced with joy -- at last that no-good do-gooder would never again ruin his plots. Without the crimefighter's assistance, the police wouldn't get him now. They were always too busy ticketing people for parking illegal, or stuffing their faces with doughnuts to care what he was up to.
After I learnt about Steelbeak's love for Darkwing, I never thought he'd ever put himself to kill him. Not too many people can kill someone they've loved. A villain is a villain, though, and in any case it's good to see him act like a proper one.
"Hrm . . . I wonder, though . . . " Faith curiously poked Darkwing's body with the end of her toe to make sure he was really dead.
Negaduck watched her with an arched eyebrow as scratching the top of his head. "Faith, he's not going to get any deader . . . "
"Well, some crimefighters
fake their deaths," Faith explained, giving the body a second poking.
"Okay, you're
right!" She yelped, not expecting the body
to fall off the chair.
"It just 'append so fast . . . " Steelbeak nodded in delayed response, wiping off the murdered duck's blood that had been flecked onto his chest. He was in deep shock for what he had done, and he looked so tattered that even cleaning himself didn't do much to improve the way he looked.
Too fast. It 'append too fast. What did you do, Steelbeak? Why do youse keep hoitin' de ones youse love de most? Be glad, t'ough - youse didn't hoit de others. Not yet, anyways.
"Well, it needed to be done, and you did it all in style!" Negaduck boasted, placing a foot on the body of his enemy.
Faith nodded. "What he said."
"Well, t'anks, guys!" Steelbeak nodded with a forced smile, anticipating their acceptance. "Does dis mean I'm in de Fearsome Four now?"
"Damn straight it does!" Negaduck replied with a sninister grin, wrapping an arm around his waist and giving him a firm squeeze. Once again, he was proud for Steelbeak.
"Consider yourself second in line, Steels. You're still under my rule of course, but you get to boss the rest of the knob squad around!"
"I just need ta be on my own fer a bit . . . " Steelbeak answered standoffishly, unhooking Negaduck's arm from him. He looked back at Darkwing's body once more before he wandered down the hallway and into the bedroom. He needed to be on his own to unbottle his emotions, but a wildcard turned up.
Just as Steelbeak closed the door, he had heard the sound of an approaching police siren. From what he could tell by the sound of it, it wasn't from the local division. Steelbeak now had to put his feelings aside and put his mind on getting away and fast.
"Well, that was a short time on your own," Faith remarked, noticing his . "Something the matter?"
"Bad news, de cops are on de way!" Steelbeak announced, coming back to meet up wtih the others.
"Damnit!" Negaduck hissed. "You two, get down right now!" He threw himself down to the floor, pulling Steelbeak down when he was a little slow at responding to his order.
"Right-o!" Faith chirped, obeying her husband's command. "And here I was thinking when Darkwing was gone, we'd be able to go out and do our crimes without someone coming along to bugger them up. Bloody hell was I ever wrong . . . "
"You better not have snitched on us!" Negaduck growled, casting an accusative glare at Steelbeak. "If you did, so help me . . . "
"I didn't, I swear!" Steelbeak snapped defensively, making the mallard all the more suspicious. He was getting more confident, more cocky around Negaduck -- and it showed.
"Alright, keep your hackles down . . . " Faith muttered, hoping his loud voice didn't attract any unwanted attention. Steelbeak's attitude didn't go unnoticed to her, and she kept her eyes on him -- just in case.
"Yeah, before I rip them off . . . " Negaduck muttered, not liking the tone that the rooster was giving him. Just as Steelbeak muttered something in his native tongue, the drake grabbed him firmly by the beak.
"Want to loose your namesake, boy?" He snarled, sneering right the moment he saw fear in his eyes. "I didn't think so . . . " With that, he released Steelbeak and lead both him and Faith towards the back of the warehouse.
Negaduck opened the backdoor just a crack and sighed as he saw a group of police officers waiting just outside their escape route. They had the place surrounded, but he didn't know that. Nor did he know these cops weren't the stupid, doughnut-chomping ones that usually went after him.
"We know you're in there!" One shouted through a loudspeaker. "Drop your weapons and come out with your hands above your head!"
"Hah! Fat chance that'll happen!" He remarked, sneakily making his way towards the front of the building -- only to be caught.
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.