Welcome to another chapter of the story, glad it's liked so much. In this chapter, you'll see more emotion, more action, and less grammar mistakes (I hope). Who is the mysterious person whose past with DD is intertwined? You'll find out soon, though I tend to use suspense a lot.

To answer some questions.

FanFictionGoddess; Sure you can mst the story. Mst… Reminds me of Mystery Science Theater 3000, it was a cool thing to watch.

Shendo: Thank you for the grammar correction, I'll try to reduce the number of bad grammar.

And to the rest of my reviewers, thanks for the positive feedback and comments. It was very stimulating. :D

Now to start the show!

A/N: I've seen the episode where they show the Loonatic's past. Apparently I got some of the parts right, heh heh. Also, expect some future tweakage with the characters and stuff.

Disclaimer: Don't own Loonatics Unleashed. I own the characters that are not in Loonatics.

We find our three salesmen (Pete, Joe, and John) at their stand, selling their produce to the customers.

"Hey Joe, work the money. I'm guarding turnips." Said Pete. He stepped away from the cash register as Joe took his place. John was watering the fruit and vegetables to keep them fresh.

"Any sign of that freakin guy?" John asked. Joe shook his head.

"Not now. He will come, then we'll catch him to appease our sexy god."

John raised his left eyebrow. "When we have sexy god?"

"We had it yesterday. We'll turn down tomorrow."

"Hey guys! Crook just taken money!" Yelled Pete, who came back from the turnips stand. A man in a black cloak ran away with the money. He took it while the two salesmen were talking.

"Quick, chase him!" John ordered.

"We're on break." Joe said. Pete nodded.

"Yeah, get Stu to chase him." Pete replied.

"Stu has no legs!" John exclaimed.

"I don't care, he's freakin fast!" Joe retorted. Just then, a big heavily built man with a silver and yellow mechanical-like suit drops down, landing on the turnips. He gave out a loud battle cry. All the pedestrians ran in terror from this.

"Nooooooo! My turnips!" Pete screamed.

Chapter 2

"There was always a time where a person must face his past. Some might hide and forget about it, there are some who might even run from it and try to make a new life, forgetting the past like it never existed. Some might stay in it for as long as possible, delaying their future and waste their lives. There are also some who learn from their past and use it to improve their future. No matter what you do, the future comes to you and the past follows right behind." Mimic12455

Danger Duck is the type that doesn't let things get to him. He would simply shrug it off with a witty remark and get on with his life. Whether it was loosing soda or not getting credit for a mission, he's always got over it (well, the credit thing might be an exception due to his ego). No one, not even his friends, would think twice that he's hiding anything that would affect them. Can you blame them? His last job was cleaning a pool containing objects, using a net (better then using his hands). That was just the tip of the iceberg. The chances of accepting the real truth, however, would be rather low. What he had done will be forever embedded into his mind, but he will not speak it. Instead, he tries to forget it as if it never happened. Of course, the past always finds ways to connect to the future... and the outcome is never same.

He was in his rather small room, laying on his bed while listening to his music from the Boom box on his bed stand near the alarm clock. He was listening to the jazz remix of the classic song (or at least it is in the future) "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day. His room is what anyone would expect, not very neat and full of posters that have either women or cars… or both. It also had a bathroom for hygiene and other personal purposes. His king-size bed was simple with blue sheets covering it with the color of decorative orange and black woven into it. There was a dresser drawer, bookshelf with random books within the horror and glamour genre, and an alarm clock that was shaped like an egg.

He shivered again. "Ok, this is getting ridiculous. I know I'm not sick! I don't feel sick… What the heck keeps giving me chills?" He turned off the boom box. He looked out the open door, a shadow was seen moving. Curious, he got up and looked outside. In the metallic hallway, there was no one. Just the sounds that he would normally hear in the hallway and never really gave much thought into it.

"That's odd," He thought to himself. He closed the door. As he was walking away, a silhouette moves passed the door and disappears around the corner of the hall.

- - ---

In the living room, most of the Loonatics were idly amongst themselves. Slam is raiding the fridge for something to feed his endless hunger and Lexi sat lazily on the couch in front of the TV. Rev was running about, keeping himself occupied. It's been about a few minutes since Danger Duck left to rest in his room. It didn't make them worry a lot, but it made a certain fearless leader a little bothered.

"Have you guys noticed that Duck was acting a bit… unusual?" Ace asked in his Brooklyn accent (Like great grandfather, like great grandson). Tech was eating a slice a pizza he got from the fridge before Slam could take it. Good thing Slam was busy eating from said fridge or that pizza would have been gone before he could blink.

"You mean when he said he was cold and was shivering a lot, not really." Tech said in a subdued manner. He took a bite off his pizza. "I mean, he could have had gotten a minor case of influenza. Not too big to worry about." (A/N: Paging Dr. Tech, Head for the medical room for some random surgery. XD)

Ace thought about this. Maybe Tech was right. Duck could have just gotten the flu. However, Ace couldn't shake the feeling that something about this was not something regular…

There was no time to ponder this as Zadavia came on the hologrid, hovering an inch or two above it. Her pupil-less eyes looked toward the Loonatics. She wore her usual white gown and had her rather light blonde hair.

"Loonatics, there's a disturbance in Acmetropolis." She said, getting everyone's attention. They gathered as she continued briefing them. "A madman calling himself Boomer escaped from an asylum and is terrorizing the city even as we speak."

"So he's a mad bomber?" Lexi asked.

"Actually, despite what he has been given the designation, he is equipped with an exoskeleton device that increases his strength to the point of crushing vehicles with his bare hands. He caused much collateral damage so far, yet there hasn't been any reports of casualties."

"All the more reason to stop him before he can hurt any people. Come on Loonatics, we got a nutcase to close!" Ace said as he and the others headed off to stop the crazed madman. They flew out the base via Jetpacks with the exception of Rev, who can fly without the aid of such devices. His eyes were glowing a shade of red as his arms leave a trail of fire behind him. This happens to any of the Loonatics who use their powers, the energy being released causes the eyes to glow in the specific wavelength of the energy which happens to be the color of their fur. Can both be a riot at parties and intimidate lesser opponents.

"Shouldn't we have called Duck to come?" Tech asked Ace. He had to raise his voice a bit due to the wind rushing passed them. Ace shook his head.

"Nah, he's not in condition to go. You know, with his flu and all. Besides, what's the worse that could happen?" He said. Funny how fate can play tricks on someone, making them eat their own words. As they flew through the air, another scene was taking place. Only this time, it was back at the base.

- - - -

He knows he should be resting, but that's rather hard to do if your stomach is growling for some food. Provisions before slumber… or something like that.

Duck used the elevator to the floor where the kitchen was located. The music from the elevator was a soothing jazz, although you won't find it soothing after hearing it for umpteenth time. His eye started to twitch. The elevator came to a stop a few moments later. He walked out as the door opened up, the speaker making a few sparks and sizzling noises. Said speaker got fried courtesy of an electric egg made by Danger Duck. He turned left from the nearest intersection called Sector 3T.

Danger Duck never thought of the locations names and never bothered remembering at least half of them. He never really listened to Tech during his little lecture about it. All he did during this time was daydreaming about being the number one member of the Team and getting all the ladies (Oh yeah, Danger Duck's bad beats pumping tonight). So he occasionally got lost (or so he claims), but remembered some key areas such as his room, Tech's garage, the lobby, and the living room. Here is how he claims he remembers where to go: "So from my room, I just goes "there", then "there", and turn "here" where the halls make a T in order to find Ace's room... or was that where the training area is?" unquote. That's his system of finding his way around the base (You can see why he's lost some of the time). Of course, that just what he says. There's a difference between saying something and doing something. What he actually does is map the entire base in his head and guess where he is located. He memorized the basic layout of the base, but not every detail of it. One thing a person would ask is: If Danger Duck knew where he was, why does he get lost on a few occasions? The answer is simple: He doesn't get lost. (Yes, I am reading your thoughts…. No, I know exactly what I'm saying 95 percent of the time…. Ok, 75)

He reached the kitchen, walking through the automatic door as they made that 'swish' sound. It was your average futuristic domestic kitchen. It has a refrigerator, a stove, microwave, some silverware drawers, a trash compactor (Who needs one with Slam around?), counters for placing things upon, and the list goes on. The lights were on a nominal level, not to bright nor dark. The lights were on the ceiling of course and were controlled by the dial near the door. Walking over to the fridge, the lights flickered on and off for a few moments. He looked up toward the light fixture.

"Sloppy Tech, veeeery sloppy. He can make jetpacks, hover cars, and amazing invention yet he can't fix a light bulb?" He said out loud to himself. Suddenly, his cell phone starts ringing. "Great…" He sighed. Chances are that it will cuts off before he can say "hello". It's the 28th century and despite all technological advances, his cell phone can get a signal on the 74th floor. It was still ringing. He decided to wing it and answer the phone. Who knows? It might actually stay on long enough to make a decent conversation. He takes it out and clicks the talk button.

"Hello?" He greeted questionably.

"Hello…" The voice on the other end sounded rather shallow and raspy. Danger Duck frowned, not knowing who it was that called him.

"Who is this?"

"A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer."

"Wha… Who are you!"

"You know the answer the that, deep inside you have that solution" Naturally, Duck was confused

"What in the hell are you talking about… this better be good."

"Your friends may not know, but I do. I was the past you try to hide away." Duck's eyes started to widen and his jaw dropped a ways down. He was going into shock. (Oh yeah, that's the bombshell.)

"No… y-you can't be-" Danger Duck stuttered.

"Keep smiling Duck, it makes people wonder what you're up to."

Click!

Silence…

Danger Duck had the phone stuck to his ear (or at least where it should be) for about a minute. He looked as if he just met a ghost. He forgotten his hunger, another urge replacing that feeling of starvation. Something that he often feels in his missions, but almost never has something such as this affected him on such a towering extent. It started to consume his very being, clouding his mind, and make his body react as if there was something ready to strike him down from where he stood. Then within a blink of an eye, Duck quacked (teleported) out of the room. The phone clatter on the ground, dropped by its user in his moment of fear…

Fear…

The lights flickered off for a moment, then lit up again. Where the cell phone has been, blindfolded Duck stood. He held it in front of him, the device in his left hand. His head looked down to where it was despite the fact his bandana obscured his vision. He crushed the phone with a sickening crack! He dropped the contents on the ground and walked out the door. The doors make a 'swish' sound and they opened and closed…

That's it for this chapter of the story, tune in next time to find out what happens next! R&R.