Chapter four, and first and foremost I would like to thank Faith, who, true to her name, stayed with me.
Again, thank you for both your reviews and support as well as the advice. Even though it doesn't seem so, I am perfectly aware of that particular character trait, but I just love to play with peoples' expectations.
Still, it's always delightful to have a supportive and critical reader. So, consider this chapter dedicated to you, even if it's only a mini-chapter^^
Enjoy, and don't forget to R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own one single bit in this except for the plot. All rights are Tad Jones and Disney, without any financial profit whatsoever
Warnings: PG-13 for some graphic details and character death
Summary: A scheme by the Fearsome Five leads to a tragic loss, which affects the entire Darkwing family. How will they cope?
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Beryllium Flowers
lV And darkness within
He had thought, he was safe.
He had thought, hiding in the sedimentation tank of down-town St. Canard's sewage treatment plant would keep him from being detected.
But he had found him.
God help him, he had found him.
Unerringly,the vigilante had lured him into one of the Imhoff-tanks filled with all the putrid waste of the city.
The felon managed to make it into one of the secondary clarifiers, but was exhausted after fighting his way through the thick, putrid goo.
And that's when his enemy had struck; by pouring a bag full of instant cement into the bin, solidifying his body.
Liquidator squirmed. He twisted, bent and bucked, but to no avail. Tiredly, he glanced at his captor.
"Have you been feeling out of sorts lately? Did you just meet a ghost from the past? If so, then- HEEEELPP!" he shouted.
Darkwing threw some plaster of paris into the ex-water salesman's face. Immediately, this one's movements grew even more sluggish.
Liquidator growled, but due to his consistency, all that came out was a sloppy burble.
With a smug grin, the vigilante circled the foe, removing a sponge the size of a notebook from inside the cape. Pressing it against Liquidator's body, Darkwing rasped;
"No one can hear you, Bud. And even if, no one would care."
Large, watery orbs pleadingly trained in on narrowed green ones. A look of utter confusion flickered across Liquidator's face, when he muttered;
"Yo'bl eyebls.."
"Implants", explained Darkwing, adding more pressure to the sponge,
"The impact with the roof apparently damaged a great part of my ocular lobes. Now they're part real, part bionic."
Rising his head and looking Liquidator directly into the eyes, the vigilante growled,
"And I see as good as ever."
Darkwing let go of the sponge, effectively pulling in every last drop of the villain's body.
"This will not hold him for long", stated Morgana, as she watched the bread-box sized, industrial strength sponge being encased within quick-drying cement. Darkwing gave a knowing shrug.
"It's not supposed to. There's more to come", the vigilante stated, as they watched the square block being drivelled out of its mould.
Grapplers took hold of Liquidator's solidified form, placed it into what looked like the lower half of a giant plastic pumpkin, then set the other half on top of it.
The two halves were welded together, then dipped into an oily, steaming black liquid. Morgana cocked a brow.
"Is that-?" Darkwing nodded.
"Tire rubber. Once it hardens, we will add another three coatings, before locking it away into a man-sized plastic egg. It will take him months, if not years, to break through every single barrier."
The mage frowned.
"That doesn't sound like too harsh a verdict."
Darkwing gave a cruel grin.
"We are talking sensation deprivation here, Morgana. These shells are light and sound proof; there will only be rubber, rubble and plastic to keep Liquidator company
for a good, long time. No fresh air, no fresh water, just quiet, stale, endless darkness."
Again, an elegant brow was raised, this time in acknowledgement.
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Again, sorry for the shortness of this chapter, the future ones will be longer, honest. In terms of the formatting; I tend to clump my texts together because, more often than not, they describe consecutive or simultaneous happenings. Not only does it make it easier for me to see if the flow of the story works, but I personally also find it rather distracting, when every single sentence has a new paragraph.
It's fine in a poetry book, a necessity in a play and imperative in an instruction manual, but for a full-fledged story..?
