Author's Note- Hello Kiddos. This is a co-write by me and my friend Jessi (aiteane) who are new to the MD section, but not to the site. The way the characters are portrayed is simply a spin off of the guys on my hockey team (I've been playing for over 8 years) since that's been my experience of hockey players and is usually true. Sadly most of us are immature assholish pricks. But never the less, there'll be some angst, some slash (seeing as we're both major slash shippers) and all that good shaum. Cheers. Oh yes, we both pledge (at least myself) on Paul Kariya that there will be no Mary Sue in this story, that there will be no (at least not much) romantic, sappy love shit. Hooray.
Disclaimer- The Mighty Ducks belong to Disney I suppose, as do all the characters. If you really want to sue us, go ahead, you'll get some crappy pink skate guards, a worn Paul Kariya poster, some chocolate covered espresso beans that have been in my co-captain's hockey bag since out tournament in Vail 2 years ago and lots and lots of stale marshmallows. Plus a textbook from Jessi, cause she's sorta nerdy like that.
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A/N- [Kaila]- I know this chapter is immensely short, but I figured I needed to force myself to write something as a starter, as well as post something under my account. All feedback is GREATLY appreciated.
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"Connie you puck slut," her teammate screeched chucking a stick at her. In defense the girl ducked down to the rubber floor of the locker room, behind her packed bag, avoiding any further flying equipment, knowing next time it could be a helmet or a even more likely, a skate. "I can't believe you," the raging brunette continued to rant, an expression of disgust filling her every feature.
"Juls, you're no better than me right now," she spat back from the barrier of her petty fort. "You're acting worse than most chicks do when they PMS." With that comment in mind in her opponent's mind, who paused for the harsh reality to sink in, she took the opportunity to dart up across the dank locker room, pining the girl to the wall.
"You fucking left us… for… a chick team. That's low… that's lower than fucking low… And you know it as well as me," she growled, wisps of dark hair plastered to her flustered face with sweat, her breath burning with heat against Connie's face.
"It's not. I can actually get somewhere there, make the Olympic team. Not everyone has such a screwed up attitude towards girl's hockey as you do. Take the stick out of your ass, the Select is an awesome team. And you know it," she said crisply, her words quiet and soft, a near whisper, yet sharp.
"I knew you were gonna sell out. You couldn't even defend yourself against Iceland in the Goodwill Games. Pussy," Julie retaliated back in the same tone, her ice blue eyes glowering into the other girl, sending a chill down her spine. In response she let go, releasing the goalie from her pinned position against the dark gray walls. For a second, she seemed to have won, a ringing silence echoing in the room, the only sound was of raspy, sharp breaths.
"At least I can admit I have one. It's easy for you to stay in this league, standing your pompous ass in that crease, taking a couple wristers, some slap shots, it's the same in both games. But if you ever played up, you would get demolished. Flattened, steamrolled, cooked and eaten for a pre-game snack. There are a lot of guys out there like Fulton and Portman, who get off on snapping people's necks, on checks when they don't even have possession. But what ever, it doesn't matter. I don't give a shit what you think. Get back to me sometime okay, tell me where playing here has lead you. Because you will just never amount to anything, you're a decent goaltender Julie, but you're in the wrong league. Get used to it, it's inevitable," she recited callously, her words seeming gentle, yet ruthless, like a slap in the face.
With the satisfaction of the dazed look, bordering on frustration and homicidal tendencies, Connie picked up her bag and swung it onto her shoulder. "I'm leaving for Colorado tomorrow." And with that left the room, leaving her former teammate, still standing in silence.