Disclaimer: I do not own Darkwing Duck or any other characters. Sadly :( Andre "Jackson" Quasamodo belongs to me, (Quackerjack's split personality...he's alias before we went insane.)

A/N: This ficcie is inspired by some daydreams that's been floating in my head and that it refuses to get out. :P And also by the Vid Darkwarrior Duck and Linkin Park. Yep..Darkwarrior Duck will appear in this ficcie...later..and not how'd you'd expect him too. XD So..obviously..this ficcie..will be a bit..AUish.

Pairing: QJ(Andre)/MV(only cuz Quackerjack is possessive over Megavolt)

Ratings: T (Action, Violence, and Humor..well..I'll try)

Dark Shadows

By

Marih Dimitri

Chapter two: Fowl Plans

-Flashback-

"I'll crush...anyone..who hurts him," Andre breathed, his oceanic eyes glittering in fire.

-end flashback-

"Boy do I hate dramatics," Darkwing Duck mumbled, stepping back a bit as Andre veered forward, thrusting his katana blade out to the side, the metal of the blade shining as the sun started to descend into the horizon.

"Come...nothing you can dish out..I can't handle," Andre slowly spat towards DW, his eyes beaming with determination.

"Listen... "Andre"," Darkwing sighed, putting away his gas gun, "I don't want to fight...you. But your 'other' half, and his battery charged pal over their just robbed a toy store and they have a place back in the pen."

"You've squashed that thought...WHEN YOU INJURED MY BEST FRIEND," Andre yelled out in anger, rushing towards Darkwing. DW instantly dodged to the right, just as he saw Andre slash the street light pole, as it fell into the sidewalk, glass shattering all around the light fixtures, with electric sparks emitting from it.

"Woah...He means business," DW gasped out loud, as Andre leaped into the air and sent a high kick directly towards DW's chest, hitting it on the spot. Darkwing flew back a few yards, doing a back flip and skidding his feet into the pavement, gazing upon Andre as he ran towards DW, leaping into the air once again and thrusting his katana towards Darkwing Duck. Darkwing dodged the attack and countered by kicking Andre square on the chest, sending him flying back, crashing into a small parked car. Darkwing slowly treaded towards Andre, looking upon him with widen eyes as Andre quickly recovered and fly towards him, twirling his katana around and slashing him against his wrists, arms and stomach. Darkwing tried to dodge all the attack, with a few slash marks appearing amongst his clothes and cape, blood trickling down within the open wounds. Andre stepped back, panting with sweat dripping down his whole body and face. Darkwing panted as well, narrowing his eyes upon Andre.

"I told you...I ..don't...want to fight you..," Darkwing breathed out, looking upon Andre as he gripped the katana blade tightly, blood trickling down from the blade.

"Save it! You've hurt Megs AND I WILL NOT ALLOW ANYONE..TO HARM HIM," Andre yelled out, thrusting his blade towards Darkwing in rage. Darkwing dodged the blade, but failed to see Andre's foot colliding with face, knocking him back down, slamming flat into the concrete floor, passing out. Andre stood up, looking upon Darkwing, swishing the blood away from his katana. He turned around, walking slowly towards Megavolt, his katana swaying by his side.

Soon, crimson eyes peered open from Darkwing's form, a sharp snarl echoing out from his lips. Slowly he rose up, orbs peering dangerously upon Andre's form. Andre quickly halted, clenching the katana tightly, speedily turning around. Darkwing slowly walked towards him, a malice grin plastered upon his face. "Consider...yourself...walking on death row, whelp," He whispered hoarsely. Andre peered back, reading himself for anything. Darkwing rushed toward him, leaping up high, thrusting his foot directly at Andre's chest. Andre stumbled a bit, thrusting his Katana at Darkwing, slashing his side a bit. Darkwing growled lowly, thrusting his fist towards Andre, sending him flying a bit. Andre flipped backwards, skidding on the ground. Darkwing speedily rammed Andre with his elbow into his stomach. Andre backed off, coughing up a bit of blood, clutching his stomach tenderly, glaring dangerously upon Darkwing. "Your end...is near, whelp," he chortled wickedly, smirking upon Andre. Andre slowly rose up, clutching the katana on both of his hands. "NOT...as long..as I'm breathing," Andre spat, his katana glistening into the light, as the sky above him started to darken.

Andre dashed towards Darkwing, gripping his katana tightly. Darkwing dashed towards him, two arms outstretched to counter his attack. He skidded his body underneath Darkwing, slashing his right side, with Darkwing yelling out in pain. Darkwing swiftly turned around, leaping into the air, thrusting his foot directly into Andre's back, causing him to fall flat on the floor, dropping his Katana along the process. Darkwing grasped the Katana into his hands, while Andre flipped back up from the floor. Darkwing spun around, sending a back kick towards Andre. Andre quickly turned around, but the kick hit him directly, sending him crashing into a parked car. Immediately, Darkwing thrusted out the katana blade directly into Andre's shoulder, piercing him through, crimson fluid pooling down into the floor, with loud yells of pain coming forth. Bright blue eyes opened slowly, the electric rodent slowly stirring from his slumber, sitting up in the concrete as the skies above him blacken further.

"Wha...What..happened," Megavolt squeaked a bit, standing up slowly, "Where's..Quacky?" He walked around the streets a bit, gazing on the floor, seeing the shattered glass all over the floor. He then noticed a small river of crimson liquid trinkling down towards the sewers. His eyes followed the trail leading up toward Andre, in which his was seething towards Darkwing in anger. Darkwing quickly pulled out the katana, blood dripping from the blade as Andre carefully held his injured shoulder tenderly, glaring daggers upon Darkwing.

"Many...who underestimated me...ended up dead beneath my feet..and you, whelp, are no different," Darkwing cooly said, twisting up the blade, poking it nearby Andre's chest, "Can you smell the scent of death..nearby your soul?"

Andre narrowed his eyes, his breath in ragged form, sweat trickling down from his hair and forehead. "Bring whatever you've got," He boldly said, "I'm not afraid..to die." A malice grin spread across Darkwing's beak, chuckling darkly. "As you wish, whelp," He hoarsely said, pulling back his arm a bit, reading to thrusting the blade into Andre. Andre looked on, posturing himself up, awaiting for the attack. Megavolt eyes widen, seeing the blood pool from Andre's shoulder, watching as Darkwing started to thrust towards Andre's chest.

"No...Andre," he whispered. Quickly, he ran towards Andre, forcefully pushing him down on the ground, with him colliding into the concrete floor along, just as the katana pierced through the park car. Andre sat up, holding his shoulder, looking upon Megavolt. "What the hell are you doing, Megavolt," he scolded, "you've could've been killed."

"He's was going to kill you..and...I can't let that happen," Megavolt said, blushing slightly. Andre smiled, slowly getting up and helping Megavolt in the process. Darkwing pulled out the katana blade, crimson orbs piercing into Megavolt. "You pathetic battery charged twerp," he angrily hissed, stepping towards him, keeping a tight grip on the blade, "I was going to give that whelp..a slow..and painful death, however...since you interfered with my doing...YOU SHALL BE THE FIRST TO DIE!"

Andre stepped forward a bit, but was halted by Megavolt, who pierced his oceanic orbs angrily upon Darkwing. "I may not but strong..or..ummmm...as athletic..as the rest of the guys...but...at least..I can defend...the one I love," Megavolt hissed out, electric sparks emitting from his helmet. Darkwing grunted, running towards Megavolt and thrusting his blade towards his chest. Megavolt quickly caught the blade with his two hands, before it could pierce his flesh, his hands bleeding from the sharpness of the blade. Andre looked upon Megavolt, lovingly smiling towards him as Megavolt stood his ground. "Your toast, dipwing," Megavolt shouted electricity flowed from his hands right into the katana blade, shocking Darkwing, sending him flying through the air, landing next to Launchpad on the floor, passed out. Megavolt dropped the blade on the floor, drooping down on the floor, feeling all the electricity completely drained out of his body.

"I...I..can't...believe...that...worked...," Megavolt panted, feeling fatigue washing over him, turning around slightly, facing Andre, "I guess...you ...teaching...me...that...trick..payed...off." Megavolt started to fall on the floor, only to be caught by Andre's arm, as he passed out. Andre gently lifted him up, carrying him on his uninjured shoulder, glancing towards Darkwing Duck, who was laying still on the floor. "Until...we meet again...Darkwing," he whispered, walking over to his bike, picking up the jester hat and collar from the floor, placing them into his compartment, closing it shut. He got on the bike, gently placing Megavolt in front of him, holding him a bit with his injured arm. He revved up the bike and sped away from the streets and towards his hideout.

Meanwhile, up in a rich condo estate in the downtown burg of St. Carnard, Steelbeak was combing his feathers, plucking away any stubborn stubs that laid beneath his steel beak. Soon, a video turned on, in which three beings, dressed in black, shrouded by darkness appeared in the screen.

"AGENT STEELBEAK," the feminine voice boomed out, in which Steelbeak quickly turned around. "Oh hey 'igh command," he smoothly replied, flicking away the tweezers, "What's up, babe?"

"DON'T...CALL..ME..BABE," the female mallard venomously hissed towards Steelbeak.

"Ah...okay, okay," Steelbeak said nervously, coughing a bit, "so..what's tha assignment?"

A tall vulture shrouded in black pressed a button, in which a small screen appeared, showing a military train traveling on the ground, with many armed soldiers stationed at various points. "The military is currently shipping some brand new weapons...weapons..that not even the public knows about," the male vulture firmly said, "it's been shrouded in secret for many month. However, the word about these weapons where slowly trinkling into the streets, and we've...genuinely been able to track down the military train by our resources."

"Heh...a couple of agents out..and badda bing, tha location," Steelbeak chuckled, looking at his nails.

"The train is set to run through St. Carnard in five days," a male mallard, shrouded in darkness stated, "you mission...Agent Steelbeak, is to get the weapons from that train. FOWL has plans for the weapons..though...the nature of them..is still unknown."

"Youse got it, ehehahaha," Steelbeak chortled, "I'll deliver tha goods personally."

"Since no one as far as our understanding has an knowledge of the weapons delivery that is to take place five days from now, you must keep a low profile. I don't want you squandering around St. Carnard, Steelbeak, "the Female mallard harshly hissed, "WE..MUST GET THOSE WEAPONS!"

"Assemble your eggman as quietly as you can, Steelbeak," the vulture hissed out, " we will inform you of the exactly location later during the week."

"Will do 'igh command," Steelbeak said.

"And one more thing," High command stated in union, "ELIMINATE ANY INTERFERENCE."

Soon, the television screen when black, with Steelbeak shaking his head. "They wanna me ta lay low, whiles ta get tha eggman ready?!? I tell youse. 'Igh command is gettin' a little outta hand," Steelbeak said to himself, "But..if those weapons..are as good as 'igh command says..they are, then that'll give us some major firepower against shush...or..dipwing. Well..I betta do as they say..otherwise is a trip ta da trash compactor."

Steelbeak walked off towards the kitchen area to make himself some rigatoni.

Back on the streets, Gosalyn was running throughout the alleyways, with Honker close by her side. "Arrrgh...where is dad?," she spat out, looking through some trash cans. Honker was close by her, looking around his surroundings.

"Um...don't you think that we should be back home...like your dad said to?" Honker meekly quirped, pushing up his glasses from his beak. Gosayln turned looked around another corner, running through the sidewalk. "My dad's out there somewhere..fighting crime..and he might need our help..besides...anything is better than studying for biology."

Gosalyn and Honker continued to run down the streets, looking for any sign of Darkwing. Soon, Honker turned around a corner, seeing glass shattered on the floor, with a bit of stream of blood washing away down the sewer drains. He crept up closer, slowly in small steps, his heart racing. Suddenly, moans were faintly being heard close by where Honker stood. He stopped and turned to the left, seeing Launchpad slowly rising up, rubbing his head.

"Launchpad," Honker gleefully shouted, running towards him and giving him a hug.

"Hey Honker, "Launchpad happily greeted, returning the hug, "What are you doing out here, fella?"

"I'm with Gosalyn," Honker said, turning around, "Hey Gosalyn. I found Launchpad."

Gosalyn swiftly ran from the other side of the street and towards Launchpad. "Hey Launchpad," she gleefully said, hugging Launchpad, "Where's dad?"

"I honestly don't know, Gos," Launchpad replied, looking around, "Last time I saw him, we where chasing Quackerjack and Megavolt, but your dad slammed onto the pole..and I was flown out of the ratcatcher...I don't remember anything else after that."

"Well..he's gotta be here somewhere," Gosalyn quirped, letting go of Launchpad, seeing the ratcatcher, "The bike's there..so he can't totally be far away. Let's look for him."

"Right Gos," Launchpad agreed, walking around and looking for Darkwing. Honker looked through one side of the streets, while Launchpad looked through the other side. Gosalyn carefully looked through the shattered glass upon the roadways. She soon saw a purple suade hat gently caressed into the pavement, caught in between a crack in the road. Gosalyn rushed towards the hat, grabbing it, looking around for any signs of her father. Soon, her eyes gazed upon a skidded tracks of tires upon the road. Her eyes followed the tracks of the tires, up towards another pole..that was flatten into the sidewalk, with sparks emitting from the pole. Her eyes widen upon discovering, next to the flatten pole, Darkwing Duck laid there flat on his stomach, and unconscious. "Launchpad, Honker, over here," she shouted, running towards Darkwing. She carefully turned him over and hoisted him up halfway. "Oh dad..what happened to you," she sadly said. Launchpad and Honker ran towards Gosalyn, with Launchpad helping Gosalyn, carefully holding Darkwing. "He has several lacerations in his torso, and upper appendage areas," Honker stated, looking through all the gashes and cuts that were bleeding, "and he has a big bump in his head."

"We gotta get DW home," Launchpad stated, as a boom started to crack out at the sky, "before it rains."

"Yeah, let's go," Gosalyn said, rushing towards the ratcatcher. Both Gosalyn and honker sat in the side car, with Darkwing in between them, while Launchpad revved up the bike and sped off towards Audubon bay bridge.

In the eastern side of town, towards the bad side of St. Carnard, Andre sped through the streets, approaching his hideout, which was an abandoned toy factory. He skidded his bike towards an alley way, traveling down midway, where two trash can's stood. He reached into his pocket pants and pulled out a small remote control, pressing the red button. Soon, the brick walls opened up, sliding underneath a concrete panel, in which Andre sped up inside the large compartment, pressing the red button again, and closing the entryway. He stopped the bike, turning it off and got off of it, carefully carrying Megavolt upon his uninjured shoulder. He flipped the light switch on, which illuminated the room, revealing to be a huge garage, littered with shelves of toys, some..that were occasionally on the ground.

"I'm going to have a word with Quackerjack," Andre whispered, walking towards a large door, carrying on his shoulder, while holding a jester hat, collar, and Mr. Banana Brain in his other hand. He opened the door, flipping on another light switch that revealed to be the a massive living room, filled with a couch, sofa, a big screen plasma TV..with toys littered around the area. Andre walked in the room, towards the stairs, going up towards his bedroom. He turned around slightly, looking across the hallway, gazing upon a multicolored door with the letter's "Quackerjack's room," etched on them. He focused his attention back towards the door, opening it all the way, entering in, flipping on the light switch. He walked towards his queen size bed and gently laid Megavolt down, placing his head gently upon the pillows.

He walked towards the his closet area, pulling out a small generator that had a cord attached to it. He then leaned towards Megavolt, removing his helmet and his battery from his back, tossing the items on the floor. Andre lifted up the cord and stretched it out. With his uninjured shoulder, he lifted up Megavolt's sleeve, attacking some tiny suction cups upon his arm, making sure that the wires were straighten properly. Andre turned on the generator, turning the knob setting at a low frequency, the pulse of electricity slowly entering through Megavolt's skin, recharging him. Andre lifted up the covers from the bed and gently covered him, brushing away a couple of furs from his face. He placed the jester hat, collar, and Mr. Banana Brain on the bed, walking towards the bathroom. He turned around slightly, gazing upon the jester hat. "I'm gonna take a shower. I'll be right back out," he whispered, focusing his attention towards Megs," and I'll clean your outfit and sow it back to perfection." Andre walked into the bathroom, turning on the water knobs, making sure the temperature was just..to his liking. He slowly slipped out of the jester attire, hissing slowly as he felt pain throbbing from his shoulder, slowly removing the clothing completely, revealing his well firmed body. He gently picked up the outfit, and placed it in a laundry basket. He sat down on the toilet seat, removing both red jester shoes from his feet, tossing them into the basket as well. Andre stepped inside, closing the shower door, letting the water drip down his body, hissing slightly as the warmed water washed the dried blood away from the wound, cleansing it, taking off the rubber band wrapped around his hair, letting the strains flow all over his face.

"Sigh..what a battle," Andre whispered, letting the warm water damp his hair, caressing his wound gently, "however...that mallard..definitely..wasn't Darkwing." Andre pressed his back upon the wall, steam billowing softly into the bathroom. "But...the question is..will Darkwing be able..to control..what's happening to him...or...does he even recognize..the battle..that's brewing..within himself?" Andre continued to stand underneath the warm water, soaking his feathers evenly, blissfully.

Down the suburbs, in Avian way, Launchpad placed a damp cloth over Drake's head, while Gosalyn brought a tray of food, with a grilled cheese sandwich, potato chips and a coke. She placed the tray on the side of the bed table, looking upon her father sorrowful and with concern. "Oh dad," she whispered, gently caressing her hand. Launchpad placed a soft hand upon her shoulders, smiling at her. "Don't worry, Gos. DW will be fine. He just needs some rest," Launchpad said, "And he'll be back to himself in no time." Gosalyn nodded, smiling slightly, looking upon Drake, as Honker gently dressed all of Drake's wounds.

Deep within the bowels of Drake's mind, mist filled the area, with Drake walking along the mist, some bandages and bruises visible.

"Boy..that was some night out," Drake whispered, "Quackerjack and Megavolt..sigh...those Bonnie and Clyde. But..why would Quackerjack call himself "Andre"?!?"

"Does that matter," a voice whispered out harshly, " he was a fool..to challenge us. ALL OF THEM WERE!"

Drake turned around sharply, peering his eyes towards the mist, seeing a figure dressed in a black cape and hat, with spikes on his shoulders, and black gloves upon his hands, crimson's orbs shining brightly through his mask.

"W...Who...are...you," Drake whispered slowly. The dark figured chuckled hoarsely, slowly stepping into the light. "Surely...you would be able..to know," he hissed towards Drake," like it or not...I"M YOU!"

"You...you can't be," Drake gasped out, his eyes widening. The Dark figure narrowed his orbs towards Drake, gritting his teeth towards him. "But..I am...otherwise..I wouldn't be bounded..by this wretched chains," the Dark figure spat out, showing Drake the chains that was attached to each hand, with another chain attached to a steel ball around his ankle, " a feeble..attempt..to keep me locked up."

"But...I had nothing to do with that," Drake said. The dark figure hissed, his fists trembling in rage. "YOU PATHETIC WEAKLING...you mind...OUR...minds...subconsciously placed these locks onto me..only cuz I was about to end that pathetic whelp's useless life. I was doing you...A FAVOR."

"I don't like Quackerjack either...but...I REFUSE...to kill another person..just..for the sake..of killing them," Drake yelled out to the Dark figure, "I'd rather do justice..the RIGHT way..instead of putting the law..into my own hands."

"You do that already," the Dark Figure answered back, "and what thanks do you get? The city sees you as nothing..but..a costume nuisance. One..that has to be put up with. Well...under my own firm hand...I'll make sure that St. Carnard come under my own jurisdiction...and clean out their own filth...that they've put up with for far too long. As for the pathetic vermin spewing in my city..I will decide..who lives...and dies."

Drake walked up towards the Dark Figure, peering into his crimson orbs, standing up straight. "You may be a part of me, but I'm going to make sure..that you don't harm anyone in St. Carnard. LET ALONE, take the law..into your own terms," Drake firmly said," and I'll make sure..that these chains..stay in place." Drake turned around from the Dark Figure, heading off into the mist. The Dark Figure narrowed his eyes, chuckling evilly to himself. "You'll see...pathetic weakling..soon...all St. Carnard will see," He said, "I will be free..from my bounds..and St. Carnard will fall under my feet. NO ONE...will..get away..from my wrath. Everyone...will bow to the whims...of ...DARKWARRIOR."

Well..that's the end of the chapter...next chappie..Negaduck will appear..yesh...and a bit.of bout with Andre and him. Hehe..Anyways..please review..and I'll update as soon as I can. :D