The Prince of Darkness
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 Seventeen:
A Rooster's Revenge
"Drake!" Faith shouted, blindly rushing out the door -- only to be cop-captured herself. She could've clawed the eyes out of the lanky Doberman if she could. By the way the blonde she-duck was trying to fight him off, it was amazing that she didn't. She sank her nails into his arms so hard she felt them tear into his flesh, and sunk them in further when she felt him wince from the pain.
It was one thing that they took hold of her -- it was another that they took her husband. She couldn't let him be arrested while she remained at the headquarters, so it was just as well as she was captured. Faith by name, faith by nature, she steely reminded herself.
"Get your bloody mitts off of me!" Faith snarled, struggling even more violently as a second officer, a rather nondescript drake duck, took ahold of her right arm. He was kicked in the groin when he wasn't paying close enough attention, and in spite of the situation she was in, Faith was able to smile at this. Serves you right, fucker!
"I'm of royal blood! I demand you release me and my husband this instant!" Faith insisted, looking him straight in the eyes with defiance. She saw her husband practically smack his head open, trying to get out of the patrol car.
The black and tan dog raised an eyebrow, holding back the urge to scoff. "Sure you are. Just take it easy, ma'am. You're only making things worse for yourself!" With that, he pushed the feisty she-duck into the patrol car and drove off down the road, following the one containing Negaduck.
"Forgive me, Drake . . . " Faith whispered to herself, blankly staring out the window with a tear streaming down her brown cheek.
The capture of Faith and Negaduck did not go unnoticed by Steelbeak, whom the police, being the incompetent fools they often were, overlooked. The rooster watched what was going on through an upper-level window in a strangely calm demeanor. He felt a headache develop but didn't pay much attention to it. After all, he had been through a lot in the past few days and contributed it to stress. It's not everyday someone gets raped for not wanting to kill someone they loved, and being forced to do the deed at the end.
Then came the dizziness, and this he couldn't ignore. The rooster sat down on a wooden crate, intensely rubbing his temples. It seemed the more he rubbed them, the worse the sensation became. Again, he didn't take it seriously.
"Gotta get more sleep or somet'ing . . . " Steelbeak muttered to himself as he started to feel an irritation to his eyes. They were burning so much that it felt like someone had thrown acid in them, and he shut them tightly.
"Gotta stop talkin' to myself . . . " He added with a groan, smacking himself upside the head. Talking to himself was indeed a habit he never seemed to break.
The only thing the rooster wanted to think of was how to get Negaduck and Faith out of prison. He had escaped from prison time and time again, just by chewing on the bars, but never did he ever liberate others. With the job he had at F.O.W.L, he could only afford to look out for himself. If his fellow agents got put in jail, it was their own doing. They let themselves be caught; it was High Command's job to bail them out, not him. He sure wasn't going to waste any valuable time getting Ammonia Pine out of prison!
Faith and Negaduck were different. Steelbeak was loyal to them, in spite of the fact they had forced him into situations he never wanted to do. He was finding approval in these two, the approval which was lost with his firing and the deaths of his former lovers. If he was going to keep that approval, he was willing to do whatever it took to get them out of jail.
After a little searching, Steelbeak was able to find a pad of paper and pencil in Negaduck's and Faith's office. He sat down on the mallard's leather chair, feeling rather important to be sitting where the public enemy usually sat on while gloating about his reputation.
Explosion? Too cliche. Too Looney Toons. Not ta mention, ya might kill 'em in de process, too. Go in dere and shoot all de guards? Dey might get me foist. He let his mind wander a little while, chewing at the end of the pencil One good idea quickly came to him, and he jotted it down so furiously on the paper that he nearly broke the lead in the process.
Find water system that guards use. Poison water system. It was a brilliantly wicked plan and approrpriately cruel. Visit Faith and Negaduck, instruct them not to drink the water. The rooster knew very well The Liquidator would be a valuable asset to his plan, but he didn't want him getting credit for his idea. He decided to go at it solo instead.
"Oooooh, I love it when I'm nasty!" As Steelbeak sneered, his eyes looked exactly like demonized Negaduck's as they pierced through the darkness of the dimly lit building. He had caught the curse of the Prince of Darkness, and there was no way out of it.
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.