Roots Of Revenge Chapter 10: Abduction, a darkwing duck fanfic

Roots of Revenge

-Chapter Ten-

Abduction

Gosalyn stirred and pulled the covers up under her bill. She didn't want to open her eyes in fear that her adventure had only been a dream. Drake was right. Darkwing was incredible. Drake? That's right! She had promised to go see him today! She opened her eyes and found herself looking at the ceiling of her room in the orphanage. She groaned and sat up. She shared a bunk with a girl named Rosie and judging by the silence, not to mention the stripped down bed, she had been adopted yesterday. With a sigh she threw the covers off herself, and looked down at her jeans. She was wearing the same clothes she had on yesterday. Her heart leapt as she raised the collar of her shirt to her nose and inhaled. It had a heavy smoky smell that almost made her gag. She smiled. She had met him. She had met Darkwing Duck and his…. mechanic. He was going to help her find her grandfather. She hopped out of the bed and ripped open her dresser drawer. Drake will be so jealous!

Launchpad had stayed late to finish the repairs on the Thunderquack and left an hour before sunrise. Darkwing had to commend how diligent the duck was… at least he got to catch up on some sleep as Drake Mallard during the day but Launchpad didn't have that luxury. He had some time alone in the tower and taken advantage of the quiet while it lasted. He read up on the seemingly uninteresting Reginald Bushroot, there was nothing to lead him to why the man had attacked them and what exactly he was. Though just seeing the pictures of the doctor he was certainly able to recognize the man behind the bark. It had been a few hours since he had taken the comatose little girl back to her room at the orphanage. It was a cozy sort of place, lived in, but still emotionally empty. He had only a few minutes to look around before he had to duck out due to the matron's appearance. It would be the last night she'd have to stay there if he had anything to do with it. He knew Waddlemyer was locked up somewhere in a plain looking unmarked building in the throng of the city. It's like they said the best hiding place is in plain sight, and Bulba would be cocky enough to try it. Hammerhead and his boss were most likely in there as well, Dark figured good old Taurus wouldn't want his prize too far from him at all times. He wanted Jonah right under his finger at every moment. Chances were Bulba was being filled in on the events of last night at this very moment. Bushroot was bent on getting Hammerhead, and he was only able to guess why. Now he had no idea where that one was, the creepy mutated botanist could easily blend in anywhere. There would be time to settle things with Bushroot later; he would devise a plan to get Jonah back today. But he was in desperate need of some sleep before he could do anything else.

Twenty minutes later Drake Mallard slept slouched onto the desk in the always quiet scrapyard's office. He hadn't truly slept in days and apparently today was no exception. He stirred slightly the white walls in his mind closing in around him; he could feel a pair of eyes upon him. The asylum faded and he felt the person moving towards him… an attack? The wrist he habitually snatched was small and soft. Wearily he opened an eye and watched Gosalyn dance into focus.

"Whoa you look terrible." She said with a playful smirk.

He responded with a groan and sat up clutching his aching head. His whole body hurt and his head was pounding angrily. He was not expecting to see her again so soon, in fact he was a bit embarrassed how pleased he was to see her.

"Whaddya sleeping off a bender?" She sat on a near by cardboard box.

"I wish." He grumbled. " What are you doing here?" He glanced at the clock.

"Duh. I told you I'd come by today and guess what!" Her eyes twinkled.

"What?" he blinked the searing pain out of his sleep deprived eyes.

"I met Darkwing Duck last night! He saved me!" She grinned.

"Oh?" he smiled. "Is that why you didn't bring that Gizmoduck scrapbook you mentioned?" She didn't speak but nodded excitedly. "So was he cooler than that overgrown steel sided boy scout or what?" He had only gotten a half hour's worth of sleep.

"Oh man Drake he was so awesome! He had this kickin' motorcycle and a gun that exploded all this smoke and stuff all over the place! And he was all like Ducky Chan with the punches and the jumps! He was like doing triple flips all over the place kicking off walls!"

He tried not to laugh at her gross exaggerations. "Cool." He smiled as he leaned back into his chair.

"And he had this crazy fight with the thug Hammerhead Hannigan! And this wicked tree guy! It was amazing!"

"Wish I had been there to see that."

"Oh it was incredible." She beamed. "He took me back to his secret headquarters and showed me some of his security traps. And I got to meet his big beefy side-kick…"

"He's just a mechanic." He absently corrected her.

"What?" Her eyes locked on him suspiciously.

"That's what I heard anyway, he's Darkwing's mechanic." He didn't flinch at his stupid slip.

"Heard it from who?" Her eyes were fixed on him in a prying sort of interrogation of their own.

"From eyewitnesses okay? I have been interested in him a lot longer than you have. There have been a few articles that mentioned similar sightings of a burly guy, pretty grease monkey looking." He didn't break eye contact. She squinted at him and put her hands on her hips.

"All right I guess that makes sense." She let her gaze slide onto the desk. He closed his eyes with an exhausted sigh. He heard her shift on her perch.

"Well, in other news… " She stated sadly, "…my bunk mate has gone off to a loving home."

"Don't worry about it." He yawned. "I'm sure you'll get adopted soon don't waste your strength getting all depressed." Damn! He was so mad he could have hit himself! Only Darkwing knew she was an orphan not Drake. He opened his eyes and saw her gaze upon him with a brilliant smile.

"He's you?" The smile widened.

"What are you talking about now?" He tried to cover his tracks but she wouldn't let him.

"You're not his fan! You ARE him! It all makes sense now! Your eyes give you away!" She said triumphantly. "I can't believe it! I got you! That was easy." She added smugly.

"If I had been allowed to sleep properly..." he began to fume.

"Aha! So you admit it!"

He groaned and put a hand over his eyes. She quickly got up and hopped up on the corner of the desk near him. He peered at her through his fingers, she was smiling so wide it looked like her head would split in half if it got any wider. Not only had this girl broken down his defenses she had also beat him at his own game. He couldn't help but feel a bit happy to have given her that smile but the price was a bit much more than he had bargained for.

"So I suppose you're real happy now are you?" He spat.

"Oh you bet! Though I do feel goofy about gushing like that…" a twinge of red appeared on her cheeks.

"Triple flips? Kicking off walls? I must have been elsewhere when that happened." He shook his head.

"Don't worry 'Drake' your secret is safe with me I swear!" She winked at him.

An earsplitting sound tore through the office. It sounded like a car slamming through the front gate of the yard. Drake shot to his feet and Gosalyn jumped with a surprised shriek. Through the small window, barely visible through the clutter, he could see a massive truck speeding directly toward them. He grabbed her by the back of her shirt and threw her into the far corner of the office.

She scrambled out of the heap of empty boxes just in time to see the truck tear into the office. Dust, shrapnel, paper, and pieces of the ceiling rained down in chaotic aftermath. The wounded structure groaned, there was a gaping hole in what had been a wall, it was currently filled with the growling head of a truck. The passenger door swung open and to further her horror Hammerhead lurched through the debris toward her. She screamed and scanned the remains of the room for Drake. The dust and dirt covered everything making it all look like an aged photograph. He was here, she told herself, Darkwing Duck was here with her he would save her again. She finally saw him. He was pinned to the wall behind the desk, planks of wood that had held the roof up had collapsed ontop of him, he looked broken... he wasn't moving. Hammerhead was upon her and she kicked wildly at him tears welling up in her eyes. This wasn't real, it couldn't be! The ram angrily slapped her legs away and yanked her out of the boxes. He slung her over his shoulder and started back to the truck seemingly oblivious to her fists pounding every inch of him she could find. She screamed Drake's name in hopes of rousing him but he just laid there slumped on the desk top practically buried. Hammerhead got her into the truck with a little difficulty, shoved her through the tiny window that led to the cargo area of the truck and slammed it shut. All she could do was stare at her devastated hero as the driver reversed out of the hole.

Jonah Waddlemyer laid his head on the embroidered pillow they had put in his 'cooperative" cell. It must be late, he decided. He felt like he had been up for weeks, and they never let him in on what day or hour it was. His ever watchful wardens didn't want him to have any information they deemed "unnecessary". The worst part was no matter how tired he was he couldn't sleep. His arthritis was acting up and he felt like he wouldn't be able to properly use his hands ever again. He was old, old enough to know how cold the world really was and how cruel the creatures that lived there truly were. And in the entire bitter globe he was smack dab in the freezer. He had constructed a monstrosity for an evil man, a man who had murders after his only living relative. If he was a younger man he might have come up with a plan. Some way to keep Gosalyn safe and rid the world of Taurus Bulba. But he was a loving and concerned grandfather, so he did what they told him. All he could do was pray that some one else did have plan, and that it was currently in motion. Surely his old friend J. Gander would have the initiative to keep her under his watch? Yes. Yes, she must be with S.H.U.S.H. they would never let this madman get her. A shadow fell over him. The source was, of course, his captor.

"Ah my dear Professor let me be the first to congratulate you on the up bringing of this charming leetle girl. Her spirit is certainly commendable."

Jonah sat up and felt his heart sink into his shoes as he saw Goslayn limp in the bull's massive arms.