My sincere apologies for the delay; I really wanted to have this up and done and finished Monday, but the entire week was just crazy.
But, I figure that I might manage to finish the story by the end of this week. So, to make up for the wait, here we go; to for the price of one.
Chapter five features everybody's favourite electrically charged rodent -what terrors await him?

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

V Dark whispers

Coming to, Megavolt found himself in a giant glass tube, surrounded by water.
There was a comfortable bed, a built-in radio and fridge -both water-powered- and even a nicely designed bathroom, separated by opaque walls.
"What is this? Where am I? Hey, let me out of here!" he yelled, banging on the meter-thick, clear walls.
He felt a tingling sensation run through his body, and immediately felt weaker.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, curvy figure approach him. He shook his head to clear it, even as Morgana smiled;
"You are a voltage regulator, a living fuse, if you will. You are here to keep the power flow of St. Canard's underwater power plant stable. The floor, the walls, everything you touch will automatically help calibrate and stabilise the condensers."

Megavolt's jaw dropped. Baffled, as if seeing her for the very first time, the electrically charged rodent stared at the beautiful witch before him.
Morgana gave a hint of a smile, then turned towards the door.
It was not the only opening of its kind; but the second one was far smaller; hardly wide enough to fit in a car tire and equipped with a conveyor belt.
"And if you think of escaping, don't even try it. You are sixty meters below the ocean surface; even if you would not out-shortage yourself, you would drown."
Megavolt sputtered and burbled in protest, then squeaked indignantly;
"Wha-how-how dare you! Do you have any idea, who I am? Or what I can do to you or this place? Why, with one single snap of my fingers I can supercharge this entire cage and blow it to smithereens! Watch!"
He attempted to summon the entirety of his powers -and was rewarded with a mock of a tiny spark.

Flabbergasted, he watched the small flicker fall to the ground, where it was instantly absorbed. Again, the villain felt weaker than before his outburst.
Morgana gave a small, humourless chuckle.
"Really, Megavolt, did you think we have not taken something like that into consideration? Every time you use your powers, it goes directly into the condensers. All you are doing, is weakening yourself. And before you think of rewiring this place and drawing the power into yourself..well..have you ever seen what happens to a blowfish, if you try to fill it with ten gallons of water? It's not a pretty sight. Speaking of which-"
She shot a small lightning ball in his face, blinding him momentarily, and swiftly stepped into the adjunct tunnel.
Moving backwards, she added,
"Oh, and this entrance will be sealed shut as soon as I'm gone. Meaning, there will be no visitors. If you try to escape through this tunnel, it will be flooded, so don't even try. Same goes for the food hatch."
Megavolt eyed the tubular constructions closely. True enough; in intervals, the walls were interspersed with what looked like glass sliding doors.
He flinched and took a step back, when the small conveyor belt came alive.
A tray was placed in the small corridor, carrying a glass of orange juice, a plate of cookies and the newest edition of "Volts 'n' Watts". With a barely audible whirr, the tray moved towards Megavolt, Morgana's voice echoing right inside his head;
"Whatever you need, whatever wish you have, save for any and all electronic or electric devices, you can write on a paper slip and send it back. If you wish for the newest couture or the latest in exquisite cuisine, we will see that you receive it. Just don't ask about a TV or the likes. Even the radio is only here as a mere token of goodwill. We will try to make your stay here as comfortable as possible. But don't be fooled;"
the stern note in Morgana's voice made Megavolt rise his head,
"for all luxury put aside, this is still a prison."
And just like that, Morgana's voice was gone.

Lost, confused, Megavolt gazed around the glass container. His eyes fell on the cooler. Opening it, he found some fruits, several bottles of Coo Koo Cola, water, and -his favourite light bulb.
A flicker of hope, mixed with a great amount of relief and gratitude, flashed in the rodent's eyes, as he carefully pried the bulb from its hold and closed the fridge. He walked over to his bed, sat down and held the bulb to his cheek.

Around him, the only sounds to be heard was the swishing of the currents.

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It may seem like a considerably more human verdict, as opposed to what happened to Negaduck and Liquidator, until one imagines having to spend the rest of their lives like this. Then it's simply heart wrenching. As to what I have in store for the others? You'll just have to read to find out.