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 Three: Bout with Negaduck
As the sun set slowly, across the tracks, in the bad part of St. Carnard, inside an old abandoned warehouse, Negaduck was sitting in a chair, rolling a stone wheel while sharpening his machete, watching the news.
"And earlier today, there was a bout between the masked mallard, Darkwing Duck and the terrible twosome, Megavolt and Quackerjack," the new caster stated, "which ended abruptly by the corner of crow and market st. The two members of the Fearsome Five where seen robbing a toy store in which Darkwing took chase with them. Many witnesses have claimed to see a huge brawl erupt between Quackerjack and Megavolt. A blade katana, smeared in blood was found on the scene. We'll bring you more updates on later news casts."
Negaduck threw a hammer at the TV screen, shattering it. "That double do-gooder of mine.....," he seethed, "and it's about time those KNOBS did something right. Though I wouldn't mind, mashing him and bashing hin into little specks of dust. Mwahahahah....That would be most.....enjoyable." Negaduck got up from his seat, sheathing the machete into his wall, going over a small table. "Hmm.....that katana blade though....it belongs..to .....Andre," he grimaced, growling lowly, " I WANT TO SEND HIM A ONE WAY TICKET TO HELL!"
Negaduck looked upon a piece of paper, grinning evilly. "However..I'll be able to mash dipwing into OBLIVION....with the new "toys" the government is developing, "Negaduck cackled., turning his head slightly. "WATER BREATH..GET IN HERE..NOW!!!"
A large blob of water streamed into the room, shifting into shape, a form of a dog. "Tired of that every day tasteless bleach, wanting to quench your thirst...and drown everyone else into a seeming-less pulp, then call the Liquidator. Guaranteed to wash away unwanted superheroes."
"Shut you're advertising, Dripface," Negaduck sneered, "Get the rest of the Knobs over here, PRONTO! I have a matter to discuss."
"Will do boss, in 30 minutes or less," the Liquidator exclaimed, going down a drain pipe. Negaduck seethed, glancing at the paper once more. "Soon..with the new "toys" coming, this whole city..WILL BE MY PLAYGROUND," Negaduck cackled, letting the paper float back down to the table.
Back at the warehouse, oceanic orbs slowly stirred open, blinking and focusing upon the ceiling. The young electric rodent sat up, rubbing his head gently, looking around his surrounds, feeling the pulse of electricity flow through his arms.
"W....What..happened?" he squeaked. The bathroom door swung open, steaming billowing out from the shower, with Andre walking out with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscles glistening from the water. A blush crept across his face, watching Andre walk by, seeing the slight opening gash upon this left shoulder. Andre opened up a drawer, taking out a small hand bag, tossing it on the bed. Megavolt flipped off the covers, sitting at the edge of the bed with Andre sitting next to him, taking the bag and placing it upon his lap. Megavolt gently took the bag and unzipped it, with all sorts of bandages, ointments, and syringes inside the bag. He gently took off the cords from the generator, shutting it off a bit, walking towards the bathroom sink, taking off his gloves, washing his hands throughly, with a bit of electric sparks flying around every now and then.
Megavolt went back to the bed, sitting next to Andre, taking out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol.
Megavolt took a small cotton ball with tweezer on them, dabbing a bit of the liquid into the cotton ball, letting it soak. He gently pressed his hand upon Andre's shoulder, moving a bit of feathers out of the gash. "This is going to sting," he whispered, with Andre nodding towards him. Megavolt dabbed the gash, cleaning up the dried blood, with Andre gripping the sheets, feeling the stinging effects of the alcohol. Megavolt threw the cotton ball in the trash bin, taking out an antibacterial ointment. He dabbed a bit of the ointment into a clean q-tip, placing the tube inside the bag. Megavolt slowly inched his way towards the gash, and was about to dab the ointment on it, when Andre instantly grabbed his hand, abruptly stopping him.
"Check..the gash to see..if any piece of the katana is wedged inside, "he whispered to Megavolt. Megavolt nodded, stunned at Andre's swift action. Andre gently let go of Megavolt's wrist, trailing his finger along his arm. Megavolt blushed a bit, putting the medicated q-tip down on a clean cloth. He then grabbed a small flashlight, turning it on and spreading the gash open gently, while looking inside the wound for any signs of metal wedged into the cut. "I don't see...anything," Megavolt whispered, opening up the gash a little wider, blood trinkling down out of the opening. "I don't see anything, Andre," he said, turning off the flashlight. Andre nodded, gently stroking Megavolt's cheek, smiling upon him lovingly.
Megavolt blushed, getting a clean cotton ball, soaking it with rubbing alcohol, and re-cleaning the gash wound. He grabbed the q-tip and dabbed the ointment all over the gash wound, with Andre hissing lowly. Megs grabbed a square bandaged and placed it over the wound. He got some medical tape and fasten the bandaged securely and tightly on his shoulder, giving a gentle kiss to it. Andre smiled, purring a bit. Megavolt pulled away, clearing up all the mess, throwing it..in the trash bin. Megavolt slowly walked back to the bed, sitting next to Andre. Andre wrapped his arm around Megavolt, gently tilting his head upwards, gazing upon him. Megavolt gulped nervously for a bit, a smile spreading across his lips. Soon, the gap between the two crept closer and closer towards each other, with the two pressing their lips together in a sweet blissful kiss.
Deep in the far side of St. Carnard, two blocks away from the University, there was a large green house filled with all sorts of plants and flowers. A tall individual dressed in a large white lab coat, with purple leaves on top of his head was working on a table, having a few beakers on. He grabbed a tube filled with blue fluid, swirling it around. "Hehehe...with this new formula..I'll be able to increase the strength of plants," Bushroot jeered, pouring the contents into another beaker," and we'll be able to endure the harshest of weathers. Though...some of us..already do." He watched as the fluids started to boil a little, mixing and churning. Soon, a small puddle of water gurgled forth from the ground, slowly drifting towards Bushroot, rising up and taking form.
" The Liquidator sends you a wet greeting." Bushroot yelped, jumping up high on the air, grabbing onto a pole, glaring at Licky.
"Oh...geez...how many times have I told you not to do that," Bushroot sternly said, shaking a bit. Liquidator chortled a bit, looking up towards Bushroot. "Sorry..couldn't help myself. Anyways..I'm here cuz the boss..sent me to get you. I told him..that I'll be back in 30 minutes or less." Bushroot leaped down from the pole, dusting himself off. "Sigh..I hate..leaving my work unfinished...but...it's better..than being turned to mulch...by Negaduck, "Bushroot stammered, turning off his beaker, "SPIKE!!!!!!!!!!!"
A large Venus fly trap plant ran into the room, scattering at Bushroot's feet, panting. "Spike..watch the nursery for me. Daddy has to go and meet with Negaduck...again," Bushroot slowly said, patting Spike in the head affectionately. Spike nodded, standing in the center of the room, going back in forth on patrol. Bushroot chortled a little bit, hanging up his lab coat on a rack and exiting out the door with the Liquidator. "Good thing Ivy wasn't here, "Bushroot nervously stated, "you know..how much she loathes Negaduck....and you." Liquidator nodded, leading Bushroot towards downtown St. Carnard.
Back inside the Mallard's resident, soft snore's were being echoed out of Drake's bedroom, in which Drake was slumbering peacefully in his warm bed. Gosalyn sat next to his side, dipping a clean cloth on a cistern of warm water, placing it upon Drake's forehead. "Oh dad," Gosalyn whispered, "please be okay." She gently nuzzled Drake's neck softly, gently kissing the tip of his head, smiling slightly. Drake mumbled a bit, shifting his body underneath the soft sheets. Launchpad walked in, bring in some more sheets of blankets for Drake.
"These outta keep DW warm," Launchpad cheerfully said. He placed the blankets on the chair, next to Drake's small table. He gazed upon Gosalyn, a somber look etched on her face, as she gently caressed Drake's hand, kissing his knuckles gently. Launchpad went over to her side, gently placing his hand upon her shoulder, in which she turned around, looking up towards him. "Don't worry, Gos. DW will be alright. Before ya know it, he'll be back on his feet getting the thugs off the street soon," he beamed, smiling at Gosalyn. Gosalyn smiled slightly, looking back at her dad, as he snored softly underneath the sheets. "Oh, why wasn't Dad more careful," she huffed, crossing her arms on her chest. "He was doing the best he can, Gos. He was trying to keep the city safe from Quackerjack and Megavolt," Launchpad softly whispered, hugging her. Gosalyn hugged back, grunting a bit. "Well....I wish he'd be more careful."
"Listen, Gos. Why don't you go downstairs and watch some TV. DW made some cookies earlier for ya," Launchpad beamed.
"Chocolate chip with nuts?!"
"Yep!"
"Keen Gear, I' m gonna eat them all," she said, racing downstairs towards the kitchen. Launchpad chuckled, placing a warm blanket on Drake. "Come on, DW. Pull through, for Gos," he whispered. Gosalyn headed towards the kitchen, passing by Honker as he was watching the News. "Hey Honk, you want some chocolate chip cookies?."
"Um....no thanks," he said, pushing up his glasses," I'm watching some breaking news."
"Really," Gosalyn quirked, sitting down next the Honker, watching the news with him.
"In Breaking News this afternoon, The Natural History Museum of St. Carnard has unveiled a couple of rare poisonous plant plasma species that will be ready to view in the next few days," Tom Lockjaw, the anchorman reported inside the museum's large nursery grounds. "As you can see from behind me, these bottles containing the vile liquid have been kept under a controlled temperature environment as well as being sealed tightly inside the containers. Biologist suggest that the aroma from the plant plasma can be toxic to anyone who inhales it, that is..if you're a plant yourself..hahahaha!"
"Oh brother," Gosalyn spat, rolling her eyes, guestering towards the Television, "Some lame bottles are going to be showing at the museum. Big Deal!"
"Well..um, those are some of the rarest plant plasma's in the world," Honker meekly said, "could help provide some helpful medicines for the future."
"Ewwww...sounds like Biology class," Gosalyn cringed, walking towards the kitchen, "Come on, Honk. Let's ravage those cookies." Honker turned off the tube and walked towards the kitchen, following Gosalyn.
Deep in the forested area in the outskirts of St. Carnard, nestled in a thick forest stood a greenhouse with various of exotics plants. In the center of the greenhouse was a mast waterfall area, with an array of roses decorated along the center pool of the water fall, with a river of water flowing through the area. A young woman, dressed in a lab coat was gently sifting through some dirt in the ground, placing various seeds into the soil. The Radio hummed a bit, tuned to the News Station.
"KATV bringing you the latest in all news and weather ever hour within the hour," the radio hummed, "In today's Local news, a series of Rare poisonous plant plasma's has officially arrived in St. Carnard Museum. They will be officially be unveiled to the public tomorrow, but due to the Biologist concerns over fumes produced from the liquid, they will be remained sealed in container bottles throughout the next few weeks while the plasma's are in view."
"Hmmm....plant plasma's," the young mallard cooed, covering the seed into the soil, "the rarest in the world. How convenient." She rose up and walked toward her lab desk, taking off her lab coat, revealing her curvicious body dressed in a green leaved bathing suit, with green gloves on and boots to match. "The plasma will do wonders for my research and it would please my lord to have them in my possession as well." The young mallard picked up a small green sack bag, unzipping it. She then turned around and gazed at the window, seeing a small view of St. Carnard. "Be alert, St. Carnard! Ivy's coming," she smirked evilly.
In the bad side of St. Carnard, Bushroot and Liquidator was approaching the abandoned toy factory, Quackerjack's hideout. "I wonder what the fuss is all about," Bushroot meekly said, "There's nothing here but a brick wall and two trash cans." He was about to move forward when the Liquidator pulled him back, halting his tracks. "Ah, ah ah, "He said, waving his finger at Bushroot, "Ten out of twelve viewers suggest that this area is booby trapped." "Can't you quite the commercials for once," Bushroot retorted, placing his leafy hands upon his hips, "I don't see any traps anywhere." "Oh no?," Liquidator smugly said, "Witness the new and improved Liquidator produce his latest product to date: Mist." The Liquidator stepped forward a bit, blowing out soft crystallized water that flowed gently at the bottom of the ground, in which rose against the brick wall, revealing laser red beams surrounding the area along the ground and wall. "Lo and behold, laser red beams. Guarantee to fry your arm off in an instant," the Liquidator announced.
"What the," Bushroot stammered, "How did that insane clown put all these laser beams on here?"
"Survey say that…Andre is responsible for the beams."
"Thanks for the info, Likky," Bushroot sarcastically stated. He looked up high upon the brick wall, viewing the laser beams. Reggie noticed a glass window high above the laser beams. "Hey Likky," he guestered, pointing to the window, "Look up." The Liquidator stopped blowing his mist, gazing upwards towards the direction that Bushroot was pointing too, grinning slightly at the unprotected window.
"Tired of that dull streaks, bugging your view of the great outdoors. Can't seem to wash way those stains," the Liquidator advertised, "Then try the Liquidator's power window wash, leaving your windows shined, cleaned and polished. Not to mention…conveniently unlocking window frame hinges." The Liquidator then entered through a roof drainage pipe, quickly accelerating to the top, his watery form entering underneath the slight opening of the window and into the hideout, opening up the window outwardly. "Come on in and don't miss your window of opportunity," the Liquidator chortled. "I prefer his advertising slogans than his jokes," Bushroot muttered, seeing a patch of dirt. He placed two seeds on the ground, scooping up a bit of water that drained from the pipe, pouring the water on the ground. "Okay little ones. Grow for Daddy," Bushroot cooed, telepathically summoning up some vines from the ground, which sprouted to the top. Bushroot climbed up the vines, entering through the window inside. "Alright, we're in. Now what," Bushroot stated. "Shhh," Liquidator whispered, "Can't wake up our consumers."
The Liquidator slowly slinked to the side, pointing towards a lamp. Bushroot, puzzled by Liquidator statement walked over to the lamp and turned it on. Light illuminated the room, revealing to be Andre's bedroom. Andre was laying on the bed, with Megavolt on his chest, sleeping soundly, a thin sheet covering them both. Bushroot glanced quickly on the floor, where articles of clothing were splattered all around, Megavolt's jumpsuit with his battery laying also on the floor. "Oh…my," Bushroot meekly said, "Did they….did what I think they did?" "Polls states that question is accurate," Liquidator chimed. "Ohh…I hate to be the one to wake them. Especially after they're "moment" together," Bushroot stuttered. The Liquidator pushed back Bushroot, leaning forward. "Are you shy? Indifferent? Can't seem to muster up the strength to arouse your friends?! Never fear, cuz the Liquidator is here. Guarantee to use the patented water barrel to give your friends that renewed wet feeling," he advertised.
"Ah, this is gonna be bad," Bushroot stated, stepping to the corner of the room, shaking a bit. The Liquidator jumped on the bed, preparing to throw a water barrel at Andre. The bed shifted a bit, oceanic orbs slowly opening up, feeling the warmth of the light. Andre tilted his body up a bit, a sharp bolt of pain being felt in his left arm. He gazed upwards, his eyes widening upon seeing the Liquidator, thrusting his liquid arm forward. He quickly grabbed the thin sheets, scooping up Megavolt, leaping out of the bed carrying Megavolt in his arms, barely avoiding the barrage of water that splashed on the bed. The Liquidator pulled his water arm back, jumping off the bed, gazing upon Andre. Andre growled lowly, clutching Megavolt closely and protectively. "You asshole," he shouted angerlily at the watery dog, "You could have short-circuited Megs here." "Oops..sorry," Liquidator chortled. Andre gazed upon Megavolt, sharp jolts of pain being felt through his injured arm as he kept carrying him, smiling upon him lovingly. He sharply turned his attention towards the Liquidator, glaring daggers upon him. "What the hell are you doing in here anyways," Andre spat out, keeping the thin sheet cover over Megavolt's body, wincing every now and then from the pain. "The boss calls," the Liquidator stated, "I have to bring you two back to the hideout in 30 minutes or less."
"Negaduck. That bastard," Andre spat with pure venom. He gently laid Megavolt on the plush bed, covering him with the thin sheet, revealing himself to be in the buff. "Ah, Andre! Put some clothes on," Bushroot yelled out, turning away quickly, blushing a bit out of embarrassment. Andre walked over to the other side of the bed, quickly picking up his discarded boxers, slipping them on. "Listen, we gotta get going, otherwise, Negaduck is gonna have our heads," Bushroot gulped, rubbing his neck gently. "He can go to hell for all I care cuz I'm NOT going and neither is Megs," Andre spat out loudly. Bushroot stepped back a bit and behind the Liquidator. "Oh, get some back bone, Bushy," Likky retorted, slinking to the other side of the bed. "We've got a contract to honor and we can't delay any longer," Liquidator said, forming a small water ball. Andre immediately leaped for Megavolt, but was too late as the Liquidator hurled the water ball towards him, hitting his target. Megavolt instantly spazzed upwards, electric sparks emitting from his body. He landed hard upon the bed, his body shaking from the loss of electricity. "Megs," Andre shouted, immediately bringing Megavolt towards his body, wrapping his strong arms around his waist, keeping him warm. Megavolt shivered a bit, glaring daggers upon the Liquidator. The Liquidator beamed, grinning at himself. "Another satisfied customer," he remarked, slinking back across the other side of the room. "I-If you e-ever d-do that again…..I'LL PASTE YOU INTO CEMENT BLOCK AND SMASH YOUR CARCASS INTO BITS OF DUST," stammered Megavolt angrily, small sparks emitting from his fur. The Liquidator chortled at himself, amused of Megavolt's outburst. Bushroot timidly walked up to the pair, wringing his leafy hands nervously. "We gotta go, or the boss will kill us," he whispered. "T-The…B-Boss," stammered Megavolt, nervously looking at Bushroot, in which he nodded in reply.
Megavolt gazed up at Andre, pulling away from him. "What's wrong," Andre softly said, rubbing the back of Megavolt's neck. Megavolt closed his eyes, leaning toward's Andre's gentle touch. "I have to go, otherwise…gulp…the boss will cut my circuits," he stammered, pulling the blanket around his waist. "You know I will never allow that to happen," Andre reassured, leaning his forehead close to Megs, "No one will EVER hurt you." Megavolt smiled, standing up and walking towards the pike of clothes in the floor, pickup up his yellow jumpsuit and slipping them on. Staggering a bit to his mirror, strapping on his battery pack and plug helmet, Megavolt peered at himself, a sorrow expression upon his face. Andre approached him from behind, wearing a tight black jeans, a tight fitted white t-shirt, slowly wrapping his arms around Megs delicate waist. "I'll be right beside you," Andre whispered. Megavolt nodded, leaning back towards Andre. The Liquidator slinked towards the window, opening it up widely. "Time's is wasting, act now," he advertised, guestering outside, slinking out the window. Bushroot shook his head, climbing out the window and down towards the ground. Megavolt was about to go next, when Andre halted him. "Wait here a minute. I have to get some stuff," he whispered. Andre quickly walked over to his closet, taking out a small black duffel back and black in cased sword sheath, that held his Katana inside, placing the sword on his right side of his belt.
Andre grabbed a large black trench coat, slipping it on, being careful to not injure his left shoulder any further. He grabbed his keys and a wad of cash, putting them in his pockets. "Let's go, "he stated, walking past Megavolt and climbing out of the window and down the piping expertly. Megavolt followed suit, closing the window sill after he climbed out.
-scene change-
Negaduck sharpened his axe with a cemented rolling wheel, the sparks from the blade sparking every now and then. He growled lowly, peering the clock, every second the third hand moved around clockwise, the more he chuckled, laughing manically to himself. "Two more minutes, and then I'll have the pleasure of hunting down those knobs, GIVING THEM ALL THE AXE," he cackled evilly, his black orbs never gazing off the clock. He was soon counting the seconds and minutes as the clock moved closer towards the approaching hour, a malice grin plastered upon his bill.
"Fivty-nine, Fivty-eight," he counted slowly, increasing the sharping of his axe, "twenty, nineteen, eighteen, sixteen…….fifteen,….fourteen….thirteen……twelve…..eleven……ten….nine….eight….seven….six….five….four…three…two……..one." Just as the clock was about to hit the top hour, a door slammed open. Liquidator, Bushroot and Megavolt entered in, nearly dodging the Axe that was thrown to them. "YOU KNOBS ARE LATE," Negaduck hissed, a vain pulsating from his brow. The three gazed upon the axe, sweat bands dripping along their eyebrows. "A-Actually boss, w-we only came in a second late," Megavolt squeaked, his whole body shaking in fear. "SHADDUP AND GET YOUR ASSES INSIDE," Negaduck bellowed out, in which the three hastily ran in, taking their seats, none speaking another word. Negaduck slowly walked to them, his arms behind his back, his black orbs peering sharply at them, looking at each of them one by one, noticing that a fourth member was missing. "Where. .pathetic. CLOWN," Negaduck hissed, his dark orbs sharply eyeing on the three, as they figeted nervously.
"He's unavailable at the moment. So, I'm taking his place," Andre said, walking inside, taking the axe out of the door and tossing it aside. "Well, well. Andre," Negaduck spat, cracking his knuckles, "You should have come earlier. I would have aimed the axe..for you."
"How considerate of you," Andre sarcastically replied, walking towards Megavolt. "MOVE," he sharply pointed to Liquidator, in which he grinned, instantly slinking next to Bushroot. Andre sat down next to Megavolt, gently wrapping an arm around his waist, nuzzling him. Negaduck hastily sat in his easy chair, picking up some paperworks. "Alright, Knobs. In four days from now, a military train will be passing by St. Carnard, carrying some new high tech weapons. No one knows exactly what these weapons are. The government has been secretive about it."
"Gee boss. If they're so secret, how come you know about them," Bushroot timidly said, with the rest of the guys looking upon him. "I have my..resources," Negaduck cackled evilly, pulling out a small bloody knife, slurping maliciously. Bushroot, Liquidator and Megavolt shuddered upon seeing the crimson stained blade, with Andre merely ignoring Negaduck. "I WANT THOSE WEAPONS," he cackled insanely, " They'll be my new toys for MASHING, BASHING AND INCINERATING DIPWING INTO A BLOODY OOZE OF BOILING FLESH!!."
"Eww, that's disgusting," commented Bushroot, timidly shivering at the thought.
"Which is why you're all going to get those weapons for me," Negaduck grinned, sharply turning his attention towards Bushroot and Liquidator. "Melon head. You and Drip-face are in charge of derailing the train. I don't care how you stop it. JUST GET IT DONE," Negaduck boomed, in which Bushroot and Liquidator silently nodded. He faced towards Megavolt and Andre, hissing at the pair. "Sparky," Negaduck sneered, causing Megavolt to jump a bit, gritting his teeth at being 'sparky', but held his tongue, knowing full well Negaduck would bash his skull. "You're in charge of the technical department. There are security panels in place where the weapons are stashed, as well as some complex coding integrated as well. You job is to get those security doors opened and turn on those new toys of mine. I wanna take them out for a ride, mwahahahaha." Megavolt nodded, leaning closer to Andre.
"And as for you, twinkle toes," Negaduck spat, in which Andre glared at him, "I want you do get rid of anyone that gets in my way. ANYWAY AND ANYHOW."
"You can FORGET IT, Negaduck," he harshly replied back to him, with his arms across his chest," I am NOT getting involved in your weapons heist."
"I DIDN'T GIVE YOU AN OPTION, BUCKTEETH," Negaduck yelled in rage, "YOU'RE GONNA GO OUT THERE AND DO IT..OR..GET BURIED SIX FEET UNDER!"
Andre instantly leaped from his seat and grabbed Negaduck by the collar with both hands, their beaks close to each other. "Listen to me, Dipshit. I take Orders from NO ONE. I'm only here to support Megavolt. If you want those weapons, GET THEM YOURSELF." Andre threw Negaduck clear across the room, in which he crashed through a wooden wall. Bushroot, Liquidator and Megavolt stood up, gazing at the whole of the wall, that Negaduck created, all looking at Andre, who grinned with satisfaction.
"He's gonna kill you," Megavolt squeaked, looking back and forth between the wall and Andre. "He may try," Andre scoffed, winking at Megavolt, who blushed. A bit of Movement was heard coming from the open hole, with Negaduck bursting out of the hole, his eyes bloodshot red, his hands trembling in rage, with foam forming in his mouth. He reached to the side, grabbing a heavy built machine gun, in which Bushroot, Liquidator, and Megavolt all darted in separate directions, with Bushroot huddling inside a closet, the Liquidator slinking into a drainage pipe, and Megavolt crouching underneath a table. Andre stood defiantly, reading his katana blade. Negaduck grinned insanely, clutching the machine gun close. "Say hello to my little friend," he mocked in a Cuban accent, as he fired off the Machine Gun. Immediately, Andre unsheathed his katana, and spun it around clockwise in a rapid pace, the bullets darting in the opposite directions , away from hitting anyone. Negaduck growled in rage as he started to wave the Machine Gun irradicatily, bullets flying everywhere, with Andre still spinning his katana, dodging the bullets. Soon, the Machine Gun sputtered to a halt, in which Negaduck looked down, opening up the bullet canister, seeing that it had emptied out. "Damn," he cursed, tossing the Machine Gun away. Andre quickly stopped twirling his katana blade, quickly darting towards Negaduck, as he reached into his pocket, pulling out an object, but didn't had the chance to active it, since Andre quickly slammed him against the wall, with the blade pressing along his throat.
"Believe me, Negaduck," Andre hissed, keeping the blade in place, "I'll be more than happy..to end pathetic shitty life."
"Go....ahead," Negaduck winced a bit, feeling the sharpness of the blade, "We all go to HELL together." Negaduck grinned widely, as he held a grenade in his right hand, his thumb on the tack of the grenade. Bushroot, Megavolt, and the Liquidator all darted from their hiding places, with Bushroot and Liquidator making a haste dash to the exit, while Megavolt nervously stood at the side, looking between Negduck and Andre. Andre eyed the grenade, his grip holding firm on his katana, as Negaduck cackled a bit. Andre slowly inched back, but halted as Negaduck slowly inched his thumb upwards, the tack rising a bit.
"What's it gonna be? Do as your told, or all of us..will rot in hell," Negaduck grinned evilly, glaring daggers at Andre, while sharply eying Megavolt as well, "Choose!"
Drips of sweat billowed down on his forehead, his body tense and poised for action, keeping a tight grip on his katana blade, gazing back and forth between the grenade and Negaduck, glancing back quickly at Megavolt, who slowly walked forward, towards the grenade. "I'll take it out," he said, his hand glowing in a bluish hue, electric sparks cackling around his arm. "Don't Megs," Andre yelled out, halting Megavolt's efforts, as Negaduck eyed Andre sharply. "Well? I haven't got all day," Negaduck hissed, inching the tack upwards a bit. Andre leaned back, taking the katana away from Negaduck's neck, lowering it down a bit. "Alright. You win. I'll get Quackerjack to do it," Andre hissed, with Negaduck grinning maliciously. "The Deal was for YOU to do the job, Andre," Negaduck spat, looking back at Megavolt, "And you better come, buckteeth. Otherwise, your "princess" might get shorted out." Negaduck pulled out the tack from the grenade and tossed it to Megavolt. Andre quickly turned around, in which Megavolt panicked, bouncing the ticking Grenade in his palms. Andre rushed towards Megavolt, tossing the Grenade out the door, slamming Megavolt on the floor, putting his body on top of him for protection.
Outside, the Liquidator and Bushroot were a few yards away from the warehouse, with Bushroot shaking nervously. "Whew, that was close," he meekly said, shaking a bit of pollen off of his head. "Ten out of twelves viewers would disagree with you," Liquidator sorrowfully said, as he pointed to the grenade flying towards them, landing in a soft soil patch between the two. The two villains screamed as the Grenade exploded upon impact, a billow of large smoke building up, a patch of air sharply blowing into the warehouse, with Andre using his body to shield Megavolt from any harm. Negaduck cackled cruelly, piercing daggers upon the two. "Aww...how 'cute' you two look," Negaduck retched, spitting nearby Andre. Andre slowly got up, his eyes bloodshot. In lightening speed, he dashed to Negaduck, twisting the blade to his left, swiftly slashing Negaduck into his side, before punching him in the stomach, causing him to slam against the wall, knocking him out cold. Megavolt slowly rose up, his body shaking from feeling the impact of the blast, rubbing his hands together. "Oh....that was too close," he stuttered, rubbing his arms to rid himself of his nerves. Andre swished away the blood from his katana blade, returning it back into his sheath. He walked up to Megavolt, placing his arms around him, tenderly kissing his shoulder. Megavolt leaned back, feeling Andre's body heat nearby his, his breathing going back to normal. "You're okay?," Andre whispered, gently rubbing Megavolt's side. "Y-yeah...too close for comfort," Megavolt said, placing his hands upon Andre's. He turned slightly around, glancing at Negaduck as he layed against the wall, out cold and bleeding. "T-The...b-boss," Megavolt whispered, but stopped as Andre placed a finger upon his lips. "Don't worry about that dipshit," Andre firmly said, turning Megavolt around, cupping his face, "Your worth more to me..than anything he threaten me with." Megavolt blushed looking down as Andre leaned down, gently cupping his beak along with Megavolt's lips, giving him a passionate, sweet kiss. Megavolt kissed back, wrapping his arms around Andre's neck, a tint of pink heating along his cheeks. Andre wrapped his arms around Megavolt's waist, as he pulled away from his lips. "Come on, hon. I'll treat you to lunch," Andre whispered, leaning his forehead upon Megavolt's. Megavolt giggled a bit, letting of Andre, as the pair walked out of the warehouse, holding hands. "Umm....should we check on the other guys," Megavolt squeaked, leaning close to Andre. "I'm sure they're around town by now, judging how fast they ran out of the building," Andre replied, letting go of Megavolt's hand, wrapping his arm around Megavolt's waist, leaning close. The pair continued to walk toward the town, away from the warehouse.
Back in Drake's suburban home, Drake blissfully slept, tossing in turning every now and then, murmuring to himself, "No....can't....release him." Deep in the recesses of his dreams, Drake, clothed in his Darkwing suit, stood on a floating platform, sparkles surrounding the area, mist, fog, and clouds drifting along the void. The platform gilded across the void, many images of people dreams cascading by, with Darkwing glancing at the people in wonderment. Soon, the platform came to a halt, the mist gliding in front of him. Clouds drifted apart, revealing the city of st. Carnard, sounds of people snoring peacefully. "St. Carnard? Sleeping? Where am I?," he whispered in the void, puzzled by the sight of St. Carnard floating in front of him.
"Heheh....Darkwing...you've forgotten this place already?," a mysterious voice whispered in the void, chuckling. Darkwing sharply turned around, his sharp eyes moving around the area, searching for the source of the sound. "Come out. I know you're out there somewhere. Though..you do sound familiar," he yelled out, his body poised and ready for anything. "Well, you're no fun, " the figure replied, in an elfish appearance, his onyx orbs peering into Darkwing's. He was clothed in a purple t-shirt, brown vest and pants to match, with boots as well. He appeared next to Darkwing, floating beside him. "Surely the "terror that flaps in the night" would remember his old nemesis, hmm?!" Darkwing looked upon the elfish creature in pure annoyance. "Oh, it's you, Nordoff, "he grunted, eying him sharply, "What devious devices are you deceiving these delectable citizen and you better not be using your sleep sand either?!?"
"Tempting as that might seem, Darkwing, I've been busy watching over all these dream since you've obviously forgotten…..I'M THE RULER OF DREAM WORLD," Nordoff yelled out.
"My, my a little sour, aren't we?," Darkwing mocked, grinning to himself. Nordoff adjusted himself floating in front of Darkwing. "Last time, i tried to take over St. Carnard, you got in MY way of conquering the city and taking Morgana as my queen. My superiors heard of your interference with me and thus..punished me. I can no longer leave the realm of dreams. I'm forever barred from entering the real world."
"You do the crime, you do the time, pal," Darkwing scolded, grinning to himself.
"But, that doesn't mean I can't view what's going on in the real world. There are certain events that are taking place, that you'll soon be a part of," Nordoff drawled, floating towards the sleeping city of St. Carnard.
"How…when," Darkwing demanded in haste, looking at his surroundings, "And why am I here in the first place?"
"You'll find out soon enough, Darkwing." Nordoff then crossed his legs, snapping his fingers, in which a brewing pot of tea and cup appeared, pouring himself some tea. He gingerly took a sip. "You're in here due to the fact that you were knocked unconscious during a battle with Megavolt."
"Megavolt?! But, I don't even remember battling him," Darkwing softly said, scratching his head.
"Of course not. You didn't battle him. It was….your darker side," Nordoff pursed, sipping on his tea again, gazing upon Darkwing puzzled expression.
"My darker side? You mean my manically other side of me…that's developing inside."
"Oh, yes. He is quite the fellow. He's the result of your crime fighting prowess. All those years of stress, heartache and burden of being the city's night protector is taken it's toll upon your mind." Nordoff floated down to the platform that Darkwing was standing on, looking up at him. "You keep burying the heat you take upon the thugs that you run into and how the city treats your effort. All that pent up anger and rage is creating a violent side of yourself. Believe me. He has his own version of "justice.""
"Oh really," Darkwing sneered a bit, looking at a darken corner, "Well, as long as I'm around. I'll make sure to keep his binds in place. For the sake of all of St. Canard."
"That may be easier said than done, Darkwing," Nordoff drawled, floating to the air once again. "He has already been able to escape his bind and if you're don't check your over seeding ego, he WILL get out and that, my friend, will be the start of terror."
"Terror," Darkwing yelled, "He's a part of me. What terror can he cause?"
"A person once said: "Man or woman. A sick mind is capable of anything." You should know that better than anyone else."
Darkwing was about to rebuttal, but fell silent, knowingly that what Nordoff stated was accurate. Seeing the antics of the fearsome five was proof, for some had evaded his attacks towards them many times. "Anyways, you should be on your feet in no time. Events will unfold and it'll be up to you to decide what route to take. Until then, Darkwing. I'll see you in your dreams. Ehehahahahaha," Nordoff chuckled, floating away. Darkwing pondered on what he has stated, looking to his far left, the darken corner shrouded into dark mistful clouds, his doppleganger clocked in black with spikes on his shoulders, growling lowly, chains upon his fists, his ankles, darken orbs slitting towards Darkwing's direction. "I will get out. Just you see. Soon, this city will bow to my whims,"he hissed out.
Darkwing glared defiantly upon his darken doppleganger. "Mark my words. I will not allow you to take my city. For the sake of my daughter and everyone in St. Carnard. YOu will be restrained. I WILL personally see to it that is so." Darkwing walked away from the mist. The Darken Doppleganger hissing. "Soon, everyone will know the wrath...of Darkwarrior."
That's the end of this chapter. I'll update as soon as i can. Sorry if this took too long. It's been a busy season so far for me. Anyways, enjoy and look forward to some Quiverwing Quack appearing in the next chapter, as well as Poison Ivy. :D Please Review.