Another chapter for your viewing pleasure, sorry for the delay. Many are you are wondering what this mysterious duck wants or in fact who he really is. The answers will come, whether it's this chapter or the next remains to be known. Ya just got to read to find out.

And yes, I'll be watching for that mst FanFictionGoddess.

In other news, I did saw the episode where Zadavia is shown as a real person but wasn't able to see that part since the doorbell rang and I had to answer it around that moment. So I missed that part, but know that Zadavia is a real person and not an AI. I decided to keep the idea for having Zadavia as an AI in this fic since it seems like a good idea and I don't like changing something unless absolutely necessary.

Disclaimer: I own the mysterious duck, I don't own the Loonatics.

Chapter 3

What goes through the mind of a man in a state of fear? Not much really. One of these thoughts would be to insure his/her survival and well-being. Another thought would often say to either run or fight, a basic instinct more then a thought. If one believed that it's capable of beating the fear, that person fights. If not, that person runs. What drives a person to run or to fight? What happens when the person in question is titled a hero? In the eyes of the public, that person is braver five minutes longer…

The Loonatics returned from their rather strenuous mission. Some of them were injured in the fight, but nothing too serious. Getting out of the elevator and heading down the halls, it was just another day for the protectors of the city. They were talking about their recent mission as entered the lounge.

"Geez, I can't believe someone like Boomer was such a pain." Lexi said, flipping over the couch and lazily sat down, clicking the TV on with the nearby remote. Rev was rather content with the mission.

"That mission was great! Ok, there were some things that weren't so great like when the bad guy was throwing stuff and getting the upper hand for a few moments, but we beat him no problem! Who knew that all you had to do to make him stop was to give him a donut? I sure didn't, that surprised me. Though not as much as the time we fought those cloud creatures. I had to admit that it was fun beating them using water 'cause I got to make a water funnel and directed it into the cloud and then BOOM. It popped like a water balloon only it was just condensed water and didn't have any rubber in them and didn't really make the same sound a water balloon would when it pops." Rev commented, though a bit more then needed.

"Bahrugaru lala grabalow." Slam remarked. He headed off to where the kitchen was, all that fighting made him hungry. Rev zipped off in order to find something to keep his hyperactive mind occupied.

"Yeah, for someone whose crazy, he's more resourceful then he looks. I mean, grabbing a nearby car and making them into boxing gloves? What is he, Mike Tyson?" Ace criticized.

"He'd make a good replacement. I can still feel the impact of the punch vibrating in my skull." Tech said. Holding an ice pack to his head. During the fight, Tech was unfortunate enough to get hit by Boomer (while said maniac had the car gloves on) square in the face, sending him through a number of walls and into a car with the car alarm going "ree-roo ree-roo" when he hit it. Sure, molecular healing can fix damage tissue and reconstruct the body the way it should be held, but it can only do so much. Having a headache or getting athlete's foot would be some examples of these limits. No one knows why, but it happens. Tech could probably explain, but chances are that anyone listening would fall asleep after the word "fungus" or "jugular"; which ever comes first.

"Need some aspirin, doc?" Ace asked.

"That won't be necessary, it'll pass in a few… hundred seconds." Tech walked to a chair, one of the six chairs near the table that Zadavia would appear on, and flopped down on it.

"If you say so…"

Rev, who was now on the computer and getting the new high score on a video game called "Battle Rocks", spoke up. "Yeah, too bad Danger Duck had to miss it. Though with the chills he said he's been getting, I doubt he could have done much since it would effect his concentration and all. That gets me to wonder if he's really sick or that he's just faking it to keep himself from going on another mission, which he would do since he likes to take things easy. Though with his ego-"

"Rev, you're giving me a headache…" Tech groaned.

"But you already have a headache."

"Yeah, you just gave me a new one."

Rev gave an annoyed frown at that comment. Ace chuckled.

"Anywho, I don't think Duck would fake getting sick… unless he has some crazy plan for a party or something." Ace responded to Rev's past comment. "Rev, why don't you go check on Duck. Make sure he's in his room and not off somewhere goofing off."

"Sure thing, Ace. I'm on it!" Rev zipped out the room. Just then, Slam came into the room, holding something in his hand.

"Wha'cha got there, Slam?" Ace asked.

"Cellphone." He said. Although Slam is not really one for words, he does know a few and says what's necessary. The cellphone in his hand was crushed into pieces.

"A cellphone?" Ace looked at the remains. "Ya found it like this?" Slam nodded. "Hey Tech, any idea who's cell phone is this?"

"Probably belongs Duck, he's the only one I know who actually has a cellular phone." Tech said. He didn't need to look at it to figure that out.

"Odd, why would Duck's cell be in the kitchen in pieces?" Ace wondered. Something about this doesn't seem right, nor does it add up.

- - - -

Rev was currently outside the door of Danger Duck's room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Though he could have sworn that he heard something. Pushing that thought out of his mind, he knocked.

"Hey DD, You in there? Ace wanted to know if you're in your room and not doing something you shouldn't, which you might do anyways if you did anyways. If you don't say anything, I'm coming in without your verbal permission." Rev said. When he didn't hear a response, he opened the door and went in. Looking around, Duck was no where to be found. "Ya can't hide from me, you know. Now lets see where you are…" Rev used his telekinetic global tracking power to find where Duck went. It didn't take long to find him. He spotted Duck's familiar form inside the closet.

Rev gave a puzzled look. 'Why is he inside the closet?' He thought. He walked over to closet door and opened it to find non-other then Danger Duck. However, there is something wrong. Something very wrong.

For starters, Duck was hugging his knees while rocking back and forth. His pupils were contracted, nothing more then little dots. Not only has he been murmuring what sounded like random bits of words strung together, but also shivering violently. He looked to be a total emotional wreck. Rev rushed over to Duck, worried something terrible has happened.

"Good god! Duck, are you ok!" Rev asked with panicked concern. He shook him to try to snap him out of it.

"He… s-still here… co-co-coming… disowned… accident… f-f-f-five minutes… very angry… mommy…" Babbled the slightly disturbed duck. Rev's mind ran though every possible solution in which could snap this duck out of his trance. Then he came to one that would most likely work. He reared his arm back with palm open.

Smack!

The sound reverberated off the walls, passed the room, and across the hallways. Then it was so quiet, a pin could be heard hitting the floor. Rev slapped him so hard that his bill actually did a 1080 degree spin around his head and set itself back in place; It was as if it was one of those revolving doors. It was a family trick he inherited from his father. It doesn't do much, but it is definitely a riot at parties. Needless to say, Rev was astonished at this.

"Thanks, but for the record... don't ever EVER do that again."

"How the heck did you do that? Now I've seen some pretty unusual things, but I never seen something like that except maybe in cartoons like this one episode-"

"It's a family thing…" Danger Duck said, keeping Rev from continuing.

"Oh, ok then." Rev helped Duck back on his feet, who had trouble standing due to his legs having fallen asleep from the lack of circulation from hugging them too long. After he was sure DD was stable, Rev decided to get some answers. "Ummm, Duck."

"Yeah?"

"Why were in the closet?"

Danger Duck hesitated. He walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge. His elbows were situated on his legs with his back arched and his head looking down. He stared at the floor for a moment. Rev stood there, watching his movements and wondering what was going through that duck's mind. Danger Duck spoke again.

"Someone is after me…"

Rev smirked. He began talking while gesticulating with his arms and such. "Is that all? Here you had me worried that it was something really horrifying. Did you get Zadavia upset again? 'Cause that's no reason-"

"No." The tone in Duck's voice made Rev stop instantly. Danger Duck looked up from the floor. "He's someone whose looking to pay me back for what I did to him." Looking at Duck, Rev saw the serious look in his eyes. It wasn't the ordinary kind of serious. This was the kind that could paralyze someone on the spot, making it feel that their heart stopped a moment and started back up. Whatever was after DD, was severe enough to make Duck's persona from laidback ego maniac to a dead-serious character you'd find as war veterans or in noir genre stories.

"… that bad?" Rev asked, getting worried.

"I'm afraid it's worse then that… he's in the base."

"Wait wait wait wait wait, he's looking for you and is in the base? NOW?"

"Yes." Duck started to get up from the bed.

"…Who is this guy? Well, we should tell the others that there's this crazy person in the base." He began walking over to the door to open it. "If we hurry, we might be able to catch him before he can do anything that might-" He was cut off as something hit him in the back and sent a painful jolt through his nervous system, knocking him out on the spot. He dropped to the floor with a loud thud. Duck got out of his pitching stance and walked over to Rev. He dragged him over to the closet and set him on the back wall of said closet. He walked out of the closet and shut the door.

"Sorry Rev, but I can't let you do that." DD walked out of his room and closed the door. Imputing the code for the door, he locked it. "I can't let the others know about this. If they knew who he was and what I did, chances are I'd be back doing that lame job as a pool cleaner." He walked down the hallways and into the elevator. The speaker was still broken since Tech didn't fix it yet. He pressed the button for the floor where the lounge was located. A thought crossed his mind. If he just walked in, they would ask why Rev wasn't with him. He would have to think of some alibi for Rev's absence. Plus for the reason for his chills. He suddenly felt a coldness run up his back. He shivered, but quickly stopped. He had to act as if nothing is wrong in order for it to keep the others from getting wary of his actions.

'Shouldn't be too hard…' he thought. The elevator stopped. He walked out and went down the hallways to the lounge. He stopped just outside the door. 'Ok, just act natural and don't do anything suspicious.' He took a deep breath and exhaled. 'Here goes nothing.'

He strolled through the door, whistling some nameless tone, acting all innocent. Lexi was doing some yoga exercises, Slam wasn't in sight (possibly in his room for some reason), Tech was meditating on a pillow, and Ace was sitting in a chair. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for the fact Rev wasn't there. Of course, no one knows that yet. Then a thought struck him, Lexi has sensitive hearing. She could have heard what happened. The idea was struck down when he saw the she was wearing earphones, listening to whatever music was on her Walkman. His presence gotten Ace's attention.

"What's up Duck, feeling better?" He asked in his usual tone of voice.

"Uh… yeah! Guess all I needed was a nap. I feel like a million bucks!" He showed this by flexing his "muscles" in a variety of poses.

"That's great Duck… say, where's Rev? Didn't he go check on you?"

Duck stopped flexing. "Um… I think he ran off to go… check out the city. Yeah! Saying something about… looking for his… favorite magazine?" Danger Duck, though appearing calm,was inwardly shaking with uneasiness. 'I hope he really goes for that excuse…' Ace appeared skeptical for a moment.

"His favorite magazine?" He didn't seem convinced at first, but decided let it slide for some reason. "I'll have to ask him about it… it's not one of those dirty magazines, is it?"

"I don't know and frankly, I don't want to know." Duck said flatly. 'So far, so good.' He thought. 'Now I just need to come up with a plan to-' His thoughts were interrupted by Ace.

"By the way," Ace took out the remains of his cellphone. "do you know that your cell phone was found in pieces… in the kitchen?"

Ah… the ever favorite cliff hanger. That's it for this chapter of the story, tune in next time to find out what happens next. R&R