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.) Poison Ivy character belongs to Warner Bros. Anthro Poison Ivy/Pamela Ingrid belongs to me.
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 and for a Death)
Dark Shadows
By
Marih Dimitri
Chapter Four: Darkwing, Quivering, Quacky and Ivy: Part One
Launchpad dusted around the dresser drawer, picking up all the knick knacks that Drake had accumalted throughout the years. Drake shifted a bit, snoring softly, cuddling underneath the covers, a small smile spread across his face. Launchpad smiled, lifting up the covers a bit more for Drake. He continued to clean the rest of the room, pulling out the vaccum. Downstairs in the kitchen, Gosalyn rubbed her belly, along with Honker, the kids having devoured every last of the chocolate chip cookies, smears of chocolate all over their beaks and cheeks.
"Ahhh…that hit the spot," Gosalyn sighed in content.
"Yeah..um..those chocolate chip cookies that Launchpad made were delicious," Honker nasally said.
Gosalyn propped herself out of the chair, wiping away the cookie crumbs off of her shirt. "Come on, Honk. Stay and watch me beat my highest score on Whiffle Boy."
"Um….shouldn't you check on you dad?"
"He'll be fine. He needs his rest anyways. Now come on."
Gosalyn grabbed Honker's hand and dragged him towards the living room.
Downtown on the streets, the sun was slowly sinking down on the horizon. Andre along with Megavolt at his side, walked down the streets, his hand intertwined with Megs. Megavolt leaned close to Andre, looking down in sorrow.
"What wrong, sweetie," Andre spoke with concern.
"T-The Boss. You think he'll go through with his..threat," Megs stammered a bit, looking at Andre's crimson orbs.
"Knowing that bastard, he's not the type to make empty threats," he replied, which caused Megavolt to shake a little, standing still. Andre gently wrapped his arms around Meg's waist, planting a sweet kiss on his forehead. "Don't worry. I won't allow him to harm you. You'll always be in my protection." Megavolt smiled, instantly kissing Andre fully on the lips, leaning on him. Andre kissed back, rubbing his sides delicately. "I wouldn't guarantee that protection from Quakerjack." Megavolt chuckled, scratching his head a bit. "I miss Quacky. I wonder if he's okay?!"
"Don't worry. That clown will be back on his feet. I know him too well," Andre smiled, wrapping his arm around Megavolt's shoulder. The pair continued to walk deeper downtown, towards the business district.
Nearby the warehouse, on the flat dirt patch, a stem sprouted out, getting larger and larger. Next to it, small little puddles started to form together, rising up slowly. Soon, root like feet formed, along with a green body to match, with vine arms pushing out, a head with a beak popping out and purpled hair leaves, revealing to be Bushroot. The mass of water rose up, forming into a watery dog form, revealing to be the Liquidator.
"Brrr…t-that was too close to comfort," Bushroot sighed nervously. "The Liquidator keeps on going for miles and miles." Bushroot rolled his eyes, tired of Likky's slogans. Suddenly, the door slammed open at the warehouse, 15 feet from where Bushroot and Liquidator were standing. Negaduck stammered forward, growling and seething, blood seeping through his right side. He gradually took a few steps forward, buckling on his knees, coughing up a bit of blood.
"B-Bastard," he wheezed, sweat dripping from his forehead.
Bushroot and Liquidator slowly walked towards Negaduck, insuring a safe ten foot distance from him. "B-Boss, are you okay," Bushroot meekly spoke, shaking a bit.
"G-Get..out of my sight, Melon Head," Negaduck whispered harshly, coughing up blood a bit more. Bushroot looked at Liquidator, the both of them looking back at Negaduck. Negaduck hissed, getting irritated at them both.
"GET THE HELL OUTTA MY SIGHT, KNOBS," Negaduck bellowed out in pure venom and rage. "Exit, stage left," Liquidator quickly spoke as both him and Bushroot sped out of sight and into the Downtown area.
Negaduck collapsed on the floor, slowly looking at his hand, which had some fresh blood smeared. He fisted his hand, wheezing, breathing slowly. "Bastard. Wait until I get my hands on you. I'll reduce you to ashes," he breathed, instantly closing his eyes and passing out.
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Megavolt and Andre were walking into the heart of the district, with many people crowding the streets. Megavolt patted his stomach, a faint gurgling sound being emitted from him. "What's wrong, Megs," said Andre, his oceanic orbs gazing upon Megavolt's stomach. "I'm kinda hungry. I forgot to eat breakfast this morning."
"You always forget to eat breakfast," Andre nuzzled Megavolt, "That's why I'm around. To make sure that you always get a healthy meal in the morning."
"Quacky feeds me too," Megavolt blushed, pushing up his goggles a bit. "That clown?! He gives you more junk food than anything."
"No he doesn't," retorted Megavolt, "He's cooked for me good food..uhhh..i think." Andre shook his head, gently wrapping his arm around Meg's waist, pulling him closer. "Let's not argue, Megs. There's an Italian restaurant not too far from here where we can go and eat some dinner together."
"That sounds nice, except for one tiny problem. I'M MEGAVOLT!!! As soon as I walk into the restaurant, people will be running and screaming, pointing at me saying: "It's Megavolt. RUN AWAY!"
"Well, your reputation speaks for yourself," Andre chuckled, with Megavolt glaring upon him, "But I know a way in which no one will be able to recognize you."
"Y-You do," Megs stammered, pulling his fingers nervously, "T-This doesn't require me putting on a dress, like last time, does it?"
"Oh no, my dear Megsy. Quackerjack made you do that," Andre placed his handbag on the floor, "We're just gonna have to give you a little makeover. Nothing too drastic."
Megavolt gulped, slowly backing away from Andre. Andre gently grasped Meg's wrist, pulling him close. "Don't be nervous. Everything will be fine, but I'll need you to remove your gloves first."
Megavolt grumbled as he started to take off his gloves, handing the latex article to Andre.
"Now take off your battery pack, along with the strap, helmet and goggles," Andre gestured, holding out his hand. "Ah no! The goggles stays."
Megavolt crossed his arm, moving his head away from Andre. Andre smiled, gently tilting Megavolt's head to gaze upon his. "Stubborn as always, aren't you? I don't blame you, Megs. However, how can no one recognize you if you're hiding those beautiful crystal blue eyes?!?"
Megavolt blushed deeply as Andre gently removed the goggles, caressing his cheek. "See how much better you look? I want to see those soft eyes of yours. Just for tonight....don't hide them." Megavolt nodded, giving a sweet kiss to Andre on the cheek. Andre smiled, tossing the goggles into the black handbag. He pulled out a small gel, poured a small amount on his hands, and put it on Megavolt, fluffing his fur hair on top of his head. Andre wrapped his arms around Megavolt, deeply kissing him. Megavolt kissed back, putting his arms around Andre's neck. "Ready, Megs?" "Yeah," Megavolt squeaked, smiling. The pair broke off and continued down the road, holding each other hands, as the sun sank in the horizon, with stars appearing in the night sky.
A rose colored convertible sped down the streets, going pass some red lights, traveling towards the heart of the district. The convertible turned a corner, going straight to the St. Carnard Museum, parking at the front street of the building. The driver stepped out, wearing green boots with a tight, dark green spandex suit and gloves to match. Her red curls bouncing in every direction. She grabbed a green handbag, slinging it over her shoulder. "St. Carnard Museum: home to many artifacts…including those precious plant plasma's. Don't worry, precious babies. Ivy is coming to get you and take you home." She proceeded to walk up towards the left side of the building, a feral grin plastered on her face.
"SCORE," Gosalyn yelled, jumping up and down as she had gotten the highest score for the eighth time on a row on Whiffle boy. Honker drank a glass of water, looking at the scoreboard, seeing Gosalyn's initial on the top three, with Drake's initial's right below hers. "Wow Gosalyn. You're getting pretty good," Honker exclaimed, pushing up his glasses, "um…you should enter into the Whiffle Boy contest again." "I'm way ahead of you, Honk," Gosalyn pulled out a Whiffle Boy contest paper form, with her name on it completely filled, "I already sent out this form months ago. I can't wait until the contest begins." "Uh…..when does the contest begin?" "In five months from now," Gosalyn beamed, putting her initials on her latest score.
"Five months? That's a long time," Honker sneezed a bit, getting a small tissue. "You're telling me. I can't wait to wipe the floor with all those wannabe's."
Gosalyn placed her controller on the table, grabbing her glass of water and taking a big gulp. Launchpad walked down the steps, towards Honker and Gosalyn, as she placed her now empty glass back on the table.
"Gos, Honk. Shouldn't you kids be in bed by now? It's getting late," Launchpad smiled, picking up the glass cup and some discarded plates filled with cookie crumbs. "Keen Geer, Launchpad. We're too hyper to go to sleep now. Those cookies you made hit the spot."
"Um….yeah. T-They were delicious launchpad," Honker smiled. Launchpad chuckled, going towards the kitchen. "Just don't go to bed too late, Okay?!" "Okay Launchpad," the kids replied in Unison, as Launchpad went through the kitchen doors.
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"So, Honk. Wanna see me play again?"
"Um, how about we look to see what late night movie is on?!"
"Keen Geer. That sounds great. Dad would never let me watch the really late night movies."
Gosalyn turned off her console and started to flip channels.
Megavolt and Andre arrived in front of the Italian restaurant with Megs looking a bit uneasy. "Geraldo's Italian Restaurant. Um….are you sure about this," Megs squeaked, looking at Andre.
"Don't worry. This restaurant is wonderful. They always serve the best linguine and spinach casserole. It's a great place for dinner," Andre beamed, putting an arm around Megavolt's shoulder. A tint of pink flushed across Megavolt's nose, looking onwards to the restaurant. "But…what if they say something…about, you know, US?!" Megavolt wiggled his finger back and forth between themselves. Andre sighed, letting go of Megs, his blue eyes gazing softly upon Megs. "I don't care what they say about us. I'm not going to hide how I feel about you," He cupped Megavolt's cheeks, leaning closer, "and deep down, I know you feel the same way. I love you, whether they like it or not." "And so does Quacky," Megavolt smiled. Andre let go, scoffing a bit. "That Clown?!? He doesn't take care of you the way I do."
"Are you jealous," Megavolt smirked, shoving Andre playfully at the shoulder. Andre laughed, nuzzling Megavolt. "I'm always jealous when it concerns you."
"I'll warn Quacky." Megavolt walked towards the restaurant, with Andre following in tow.
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In the museum, a guard was walking through the third floor hallway, entering the exotic plant exhibition. .His eyes were half lidded, his gaze straight forward, turning a corner and heading to a large steel door. Ivy approached the guard, a smirk upon her face as she opened her palm and spread her pink pheromones upon the guards nostrils. "You've done well, giving me a tour of the museum and leading me here. Now, can you be a doll and open this door for me, pretty please?" She cooed, fluttering her lashes.
"As you command, Miss Ivy," the guard flatly spoke, influenced by her pheromones. He walked up a numeric coded keypad, swiping his guard badge and inputting the combination. A large metal creak sound was heard, the steel door slowly opening outward. A grin spread across Ivy's beak as she viewed a cardboard box filled with the plant toxins, sealed in glass bottles. "At last," she walked up to the bottles, removing the glass dome from the bottles, "My precious plasma. Don't worry, babies. You'll soon be home free." Her body shivered from the coolness of the air as she picked up the box and placed them on a nearby roll away cart. The guard shook his head, the effects of the pheromones wearing off from the cooling air. "Huh. W-What happened? W-Where am i?" He looked around his surroundings a bit, his attention turning at Ivy, who placed a cotton sheet over the bottles. He immediately grabbed his gun and pointed it towards her. "Stop what you're doing, lady."
Ivy slowly turned around, eyeing the gun. She smirked, slowly taking a step forward, flipping her hair a bit, raising her arms. "Are you gonna fire that gun on a defenseless girl like me?," she cooed, a glint her eyes. "Um….I..I don't want too. I'm just…doing my job, lady," he stammered, shaking a bit nervously. "Of course you are. A strong man as yourself, looking after the museum is no easy task. Your efforts should be…rewarded," she whispered sultry, walking towards the guard and placing her hands upon his shoulders. "M-Miss, I-I'm a happily married man with a wife and kids," he gulped, lowering his hands down. "Don't worry. It's just one little kiss. I promise you. It's to die for," she smiled. Ivy leaned upwards, wrapping her arms around the guard's neck. Before he had a chance to protest, she pressed her beak upon the guards lips, giving him a passionate kiss. The guard was flustered, his eyes wide opened as he received the kiss, dropping his gun. Ivy pulled away, tossing her curls as the guard panted, his face red. "I told you. My kiss is to die for…..quite literally," she wickedly grinned. The guard started to cough loudly. He grasped his throat, falling on his knees, looking up at Ivy, who grinned, her venom spreading fast into his bloodstream.
"No…my…wife…..kids…cough…..i'm…sorry….honey…so…sorry…forgive..me," he gurgled, collapsing into the floor and expiring. "Too bad. She'll never get to hear your last apology." Ivy chortled, grabbing the cart and started to pull it out, leaving the deceased guard lying on the ground. A young mallard guard was walking through the hallways, whistling to himself. He turned around the corner, walking towards the exotic plant exhibition. His eyes widen upon seeing Ivy pull the cart out to the middle of the floor. "Freeze," he yelled out, trembling as he raised his gun at her. Ivy glanced upwards sighing. "Oh no, not another one," she spoke in annoyance. She walked towards the young mallard, but was abruptly stopped as he started to pull back the trigger a bit. "I-I'm warning you. D-Don't take another step forward," he stammered, sweating bullets, his whole body now shaking. "Why are you so nervous for? I'm just a lady," she cooed, smirking. "T-This is my first day here," he gulped, "I don't want any trouble." "Then you should walk away and forget what you saw. You're pathetic. I bet you don't even have the guts to fire off that weapon. Hehe....why don't you go back to the academy...and learn to grow a spine." Ivy turned around, walking away from the guard and back towards the cart. The guard's eyes lit in fire, his whole body shaking, a sneer across his beak. "H-How...dare...she," he mumbled, holding up the gun and pointing it towards her direction, "I'll show her." Filled with rage, he squeezed the trigger and fired, the bullet hitting her shoulder, causing her to fall down.
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The guard gasped in disbelief, immediately throwing away the gun, getting on his knees. "Oh my god. I...I shot her," he mumbled, his body getting a bit cold. Ivy slowly stood up, moaning a bit, feeling pain coming out of her shoulder. She turned around, her eyes narrowed in rage as she sharply gazed upon the guard. "WHY..YOU LITTLE PRICK," she yelled out, removing her glove. She formed her arm into a long vine, wrapping it around the guard, and flinging him towards the window. Outside, there was a couple in their mid forties walking along the streets, holding each other hands. They're attention was diverted towards the window, in which the guard crashed through, plummeting three stories down and landing into some bushes. The couple immediately ran to the guard, the older man gently hoisting up the guards head.
"Young man, are you alright," he said, as the guard weakly gazed upon the older man. "Plant......Person........stealing.....toxic..viles....dangerous..ugh," he passed out, his injuries getting the best of him. "Mildred, dear. Call 911." "I'm on it." The older woman ran to a nearby telephone booth, quickly dialing 911. "Hello, operator...this is an emergency."
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Gosalyn is still flipping channels, both her and Honker looking bored. "There's not one good movie on tonight. I mean..most of these channels reek. No wonder i never get to stay up this late." Frustrated, she tossed the remote besides her, Honker picking up the remote. "Well..um..there's always the news," he flipped the channel 8 news channel.
"And that was the weather for tomorrow. Folks, we just had a breaking news alert. Apparently, the St. Carnard museum is being robbed as we speak by an identified person. We now join Tom Lockjaw at the scene,"the News anchorman spoke, the view changing to the downtown district where Tom Lockjaw was standing in front of the museum. "This is Tom Lockjaw reporting from the front of the St. Carnard Museum where moments ago, a young guardsman that works was thrown from a three story window and landed upon those bushes in the north side. Authorities states he was 20 years old and it was his first time working in the Museum. He was taken to the local hospital with an undetermined number of injuries. No further information is being released until the young man's family has been notified. The authorities are now attempting to enter into the museum in order to retrieve the suspect in question." Soon, a low rumble was heard in which thorned vines sprouted out, grabbing the policeman and tossing them away, trees waddling to the patrol cars, picking them up and slamming them against buildings and streets, panic etching all around with people screaming and running away. Gosalyn and Honker watched in disbelief as the cameraman was recording the action. "Oh my. Those trees just flatten the patrol cars and wait....ahhh...vines are sprouting everywhere, making it difficult to enter into the museum. Folks if you're traveling to the downtown area, i advise you to avoid the areas of Daryl and vine st. where the museum is located."
Gosayln turned off the TV, looking at Honker. She raced upstairs, with Honker in tow. She entered into Drake's bedroom, running up to his bedside. "Dad...Dad! Wake up," she shook him, but Drake just mumbled a bit, pulling up the sheets. "He's not waking up, Honk." "I..I know. Your father still is recovering."
"What are we going to do? The city needs him now," Gosayln exasperated, going out of the bedroom, with Honker following her and closing the door behind him. "I know, but...he can't do anything in his condition. It's not like we can do anything about it?!" Gosayln gazed upon Honker, a smirk spread across her beak.
"Oh no. No no no no. We can't do that. Your dad will kill us," Honker protested, already having an idea of what Gosalyn was scheming. "We have no choice, Honk. Come on. The city needs us." With that, Gosalyn dragged Honker to her bedroom, opening up her closet, her special garment hanging in the center.
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Andre leaned up on a street pole, looking upwards as Megavolt dangled upside down, unscrewing one of the streets light-bulbs. "Heh, you should have been a circus performer, Megs. I can't believe you scaled the light pole with just your bare hands and feet, no instruments. Well..I can do that, but I've had training, "Andre commented, chuckling. "But i did it slowly. You're much faster than i am," he lifted up his goggles, putting the light bulb in his hand sack. Megavolt slowly scaled down the pole, with bag in tow, beaming. "12 free bulbs. They're just so happy," he pulled out a light bulb, pressing it against his ears. "What's that? Who's the guy next to me? Oh...that's Andre, my boyfriend." Megavolt pressed the light bulb against his ear again, 'hearing' the light bulbs response. "Hey, i know he's cute, but back off. He's mine." Andre chuckled, placing an arm around Megs, as he placed the light bulb back in his sack. "Where to next, sweetie!?" "The museum is around the corner. There's a light-bulb display in there and i need to set them free." "Whatever you wish," Andre and Megavolt walked down the streets. However, as they turned around the corner, they notice that people were fleeing from the direction of the museum, many screaming in panic and abandoning their cars. "Hmm...did i do something?" Megavolt scratched his head, perplexed by the chaos. "No, you didn't, "Andre stared at the museum, "But i have a good idea what might be causing it." Andre pointed to the direction of the museum.
Megavolt watched as trees where smashing patrol cars, vines were flinging people in a distance and uprooting the streets. "Wow. Is this Bushroot's doing?" "I don't think so. Bushroot is not this aggressive. Someone else is causing this." The two pressed themselves at the side of the wall as a patrol car was flung past them. "So, i guess going to the museum is out of the question, huh?"
Inside the museum, Ivy was watching as chaos ran rampage in the streets. "That outta keep the cops and anyone else out of my hair." Ivy opened a steel containment box and placed the bottles into the containment, the cardboard box breaking a bit. On the left side of the building, where there was a dark alleyway, an arrow flung towards the window sill of the third floor. A figure cloaked in a cap with a green fedora had and dark green mask stepped forward, with a her assistant following in tow, sweating nervously. "Gos, i really think this is a bad idea, " Honker protested, as Gosayln tied the rope securely to a pipe on the roof. "Nonsense, besides, Honk, Dad is in a comatose state. He can't fight the bad guys yet. We'll just have to take care of whoever is causing this mess." "That's what i was afraid of," He meekly stammered. Gosalyn tugged the rope a bit, seeing that it was secure in place. She hopped up into the rope, walking across to the other side. "Come on Honk." Honker nodded, hopping up on the rope and following Gosalyn. Gosalyn creaked the window open, sliding inside the building, with Honker following her. "Gos..mpph," Honker whispered, but said nothing further as Gosalyn clamped his beak shut. "Shh...don't make a sound..and it's Quiverwing." Quiverwing slowly walked in the darkness, hearing the shuffle of feet. She quickly dashed to a nearby pot, big enough to cover her body. She looked carefully at her surroundings, seeing that no one was around. She waved to Honker, who quickly sprinted towards the pot, the two slowly peeking out.
Ivy placed another bottle into the steel containment, picking up the last one, smiling.
"The last bottle in my grasp. Soon, I'll be able to implement all of your plasma for the future of plants everywhere. Wouldn't that be nice, sweetie," she cooed. Quiverwing looked at Ivy, perplexed, turning towards Honker. "Hey Honk, who is that lady?" Quiverwing asked. "I-I-I-I don't know. I've never seen her before. B-But she does appear to have the same sub-species as Bushroot." "In other words, she a mutant half-plant/duck." E-Exactly, Quiverwing. B-But what worries me is the item she's holding," Honker pointed to the bottle.
"So?"
"That's one of the plant toxins that the museum was suppose to exhibit. It's highly concentrated and dangerous. The fumes can cause serious injuries to anyone who inhales them."
"We'll have to be careful then," Quiverwing whispered, preparing an arrow, "and stop her from making off with those bottles." Honker took off his backpack, grabbing two items, which were masks, giving one to Quiverwing. "H-Here..um..put the mask on. I brought them with me just in case." Quiverwing nodded, grabbing the mask and slipping it on her beak, with Honker doing the same. Quiverwing aimed the bow directly towards Ivy's arm.
Ivy covered the bottles securely, having placed the last one inside the steel box. She rolled the cart away. "Now, it's time that all of you met the family," she cooed. She lifted up her arm slightly when the arrow pinned her against the wall. Ivy looked at the direction that the arrow came from, only to see more arrows hurling towards her, pinning her against the wall completely. Quiverwing leaped from her spot, running a bit and sprinting up into a table, her bow and arrow poised. "I'm the arrow of weeds…thingys," Quiverwing stammered a bit, "I'm still working on my punchlines. Now don't move or you'll be dusted with weed killer." Honker meekly stood at the sidelines. Ivy chuckled a bit. "What do we have here? A couple of children playing dress up," she smirked, a glint in her eyes, "Isn't it past your bedtime, little girl?"
"For your info…I go to sleep late. Besides, one false move and you'll be mulch," Quiverwing firmly stated, keeping her stance. Ivy grinned, her eyes narrowing. "I'd like to see you try, TWERP!" With that, Ivy pulled away her arms from the wall, along with the rest of her body, the arrows easily falling off. Quiverwing released the arrow, but Ivy dodged it, leaping out of the way as it impacted the wall, exploding it in the process. "Hm. I thought that was my weed killer arrow, not my bomb arrow," Quiverwing muttered, quickly gazing upon Honker. "LOOK OUT," Honker yelled as Ivy leaped in front of Quiverwing, a malice grin plastered across her beak. She leaped towards her when Quiverwing fired another area arrow, this time in-casing Ivy in a net. Quiverwing darted towards the cart, pushing it. "Honk, Help me with this cart," Quiverwing yelled, trying her best to push it towards the cooler. Honker sprinted to the opposite side of the cart, pulling as best as he can, the cart inching toward the cooler. "Uh..why is this so heavy?"
"Um..ugh…the steel box is what's carrying the weight. Plus, our weight isn't sufficient enough to pull the cart that much," Honker breathed, sweating and getting a bit tired. Quiverwing pushed her hardest but despite her efforts, the cart only moved a few inches more. Soon, the rustle of noise stopped her, as she turned around, looking at Ivy. "Honk, move some distance," she yelled, grabbing another arrow. Ivy produced some thorns in her arms, ripping a bit of her gloves. She then tore through net, shards of the net falling on the floor. She breathed heavily, a vicious glare cast across Quiverwing. "You're dead, kid."
Quiverwing was about to fire an arrow, when Ivy telepathically summoned a nearby tree shrub to knock the bow out of Quiverwing's hand. "Oh great, Honk. She can control plants," Quiverwing looked nervously, along with Honker as Ivy's malice grin spread. "You're damn right I can. And I'll give you a first taste of my wrath." Ivy summoned two vines that sprouted from the side of the building, wrapping around Honker and Quiverwing, before they could escape. "Now you're gonna learn the hard way, that it's not nice to mess with…..'Mother Nature'."
"Um..we're in trouble, aren't we?"
"I'd say so," Quiverwing gulped, looking up as Ivy loomed closer.
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Up in Drake's bedroom, the bed was empty, sheets tossed to the ground, the sound of some water running. The bathroom door flew open, with Drake having a towel wrapped around his waist, another one on top of his head. He rustled the towel, drying off his feathers, plucking a few loose ones from his body. He quickly dried the top of his head, tossing both towels in the bed, slipping on his pink shirt with browned striped vest on top. He quickly combed the top of his head, brushing his eyebrows a bit and walked out of his bedroom. He was about to walk down the stairs when Launchpad run up, ramming into him, causing him to fall on his rear end. "LP, Watch where you're going," he snapped a bit, rubbing his backside. "Heh...sorry DW," Launchpad took another double look at Drake, a smile spreading across as he hugged Drake, "DW you're alright. I'm glad you're back with us." Drake winced at the force of the hug. Any longer and he would have to go back to bed. "Nice...to see you too, LP," he coughed, jabbing LP on his sides. LP quickly let go of Drake, as he coughed a bit, but smiled. "Sorry again..heheh. But, i was about to wake you up."
"Why? What's going on?"
"There's chaos in the museum downtown, with cars being flung and people screaming around in panic. Someone is trying to steal something from the museum. It's on the news." Launchpad quickly dragged Drake downstairs, turning on to the news channel. Drake's eyes widen as he saw the screen of cars being flung by trees, along with sprouted vines tossing anyone coming near the musuem away to a distance. "This has been going on for an hour now," LP exclaimed. Drake narrowed his eyes, seriously gazing upon LP. "It must be Bushroot, but, He's not that aggressive. Still, we can't take any chances. Where's the kids?" "Last time i saw them, they were here playing a game of whiffle boy. They could have gone upstairs?!," Launchpad pointed up to the stairs. "I'll check on them," Drake ran upstairs and heading up to Gosalyn's room, knocking on the door. "Gosayln, sweetie? Are you in there?"
Drake pressed his ears to the door, hearing nothing but silence. He slowly creaked the door open, turning on the light. "Gosayln?" Her room was tattered with clothing everywhere, along with her baseball bat, mitt, and other articles. "Gosayln! Honker! GOSALYN!," Drake yelled out, shifting through all the mess. He then noticed her closet opened, the middle empty, where she stashed away her Quiverwing disguise. "No no!." Drake quickly ran downstairs, walking past Launchpad.
"Let's go, LP!"
"What about the kids?"
"Gosayln and Honker aren't here. That's girl FOOLISHLY went out. She's not ready yet to face a super powered villian. That young lady is in big trouble," Drake ranted, getting on his chair, "We've got to get to the museum before anything happens to her. Luckly, audubon bay bridge isn't far away from the museum."
Launchpad quickly sat in the chair, as Drake slammed his fist upon basil, the chairs spinning them around an into Drake's hideout. Drake quickly changed into his Darkwing outfit, with Launchpad sitting in the extra compartment seat next to the ratcatcher. Drake quickly revved up his bike, looking at Launchpad. "Bushroot may be a pushover, but still, he's not one to underestimate. Now, LET'S GET DANGEROUS!" Darkwing opened up the secret hatch from the bridge and drove off down into the street, heading towards the musuem.
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Quiverwing gulped as Ivy loomed near her beak, a feral expression plastered among her face. "You little twerps. You thought you can stomp me on the ground like an insignificant weed, but i'm not one to be mulched so easily," Ivy stepped back, flipping her curls, "I gotta admire your spirit. Foolish as it was. Hmm..i was going to give you a slow and painful death using one of the plant toxins, but, i don't want to waste a drop of my precious babies."
"Geez..this lady is a nutter," Quiverwing muttered to Honker, who gulped nervously, which went underheard through Ivy's lobes. "But i'll send you in glory, by throwing you out the window, where you're small bodies will shatter and break due to the impact of the fall." Ivy quickly tore away Quiverwings' arrows and bows. "And you won't need these things on your way to hell," She wickedly laughed, tossing the items aside. She flicked her wrists, the vines hoisting the children up a bit. "Send them flying," she yelled, the vines obeying her command as they flung the kids out of the window. Quiverwing screamed along with Honker, who paled as he looked down. "This isn't going to end well," he yelled out, dropping. "We need a miracle here," Quiverwing yelled back as the kids dropped, screaming.
Instantly, a blur of purple could be seen swinging down, grabbing the kids right before they hit the concrete pavement. Quiverwing opened her eyes, looking up as their savior dropped gently down on the ground, and into safety. "Dad?," Quiverwing whispered in a shock. "You, young lady, are in big trouble," Darkwing Scolded, placing Quiverwing next to him, along with Honker. "DAD, YOU'RE ALRIGHT," Quiverwing instantly glomped on him, sending them both to the ground. "Alright, Alright, Gos, "Darkwing muttered, chuckling, hugging Quiverwing back. Honker smiled, hugging Darkwing a bit. "It's good to see you back on your feet, sir," he nasally said. Darkwing stood up with Quiverwing, a serious expression on his face. "How many times have i told you NOT to take on a supervillian..especially since you're not experienced yet. YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!"
"But i wasn't, thanks to you, Dad. Besides, SOMEONE had to help and you weren't well yet," Quiverwing huffed, folding her arms across her chest.
"You're only a kid and you're not trained yet to take on someone like Bushroot," Darkwing spat back. "B-But sir, B-Bushroot is not causing this chaos," Honker meekly replied. "Yeah, it's some plant lady. She's trying to steal some plant toxins," Quiverwing commented, "We can take her." Quiverwing started to walk but was pulled back by Darkwing, who placed her and Honker into the ratcatcher. "Your not going anywhere, young lady. You are going to stay put and safe in the ratcatcher while we stop whoever's in there from destroying the museum," Darkwing scolded, turning towards the musuem, "Let's go, LP." "Right behind you, DW," Launchpad followed behind with Quiverwing sulking in the ratcatcher.
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Ivy wheeled the cart towards the elevator, putting a potted plant on top of the steel box and pressing the button. "Now that those brats are outta of my way, we can go home where you'll be safe with all the other plants," she cooed, patting the box.
"I am the terror that flaps in the night!"
"Oh no," she muttered, turning around to see where the echo was coming from.
"I am the fire that flames your stems! I am DARKWINNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG DUCK!" A puff of blue smoke billowed in the center of the floor, in which Darkwing appeared along with Launchpad. He instantly reached to his gas gun, which already had a cartiridge of weed solvant in it, and hopping up a bench. "Now freeze you flecked flora or else you'll be mulched to sawdust," he boomed out, his body poised, his gas gun pointed at her. "Oh no. Two strong men are threatening a poor, helpless girl like me," she dramatized, putting a hand over her head. Darkwing and Launchpad looked at each other, puzzled and shrugging. Darkwing kept his aim, his orbs glancing at hers. "Don't try anything, ms. flora. Your outnumbered." "Hm. It looks like that, doesn't it?" She cooed, smirking. She then tossed the potted plant towards Darkwing and Launchpad. The pot broke apart in the floor, the vines instantly wrapping around Darkwing and Launchpad, tangling them. "Ack, get it off, get it off," Launchpad stammered, trying to get loose from the vines grip. Darkwing struggled as well, the vines tighting all around him. The elevator doors opened up, with Ivy pushed the cart inside, peeking out a bit. "Later boys," she cooed, blowing them a kiss as she closed the elevator door, pushing the button to the first level.
Darkwing struggled on the floor, his gas gun having been knocked out of his hands. He retracted a pair of small circular saws from underneath his cuffs, cutting the vines and freeing himself. He turned his attention to his partner, Launchpad, cutting the vines off of him. "Whew. That's a relief," Launchpad breathed, dusting himself off. "It's not over yet, LP. Come on." Darkwing grabbed his gas gun, racing to the elevator, seeing that it was going to the first floor. He ran to a door, which lead to the stairs. Kicking the door down, Darkwing raced down the stairs, with Launchpad following in tow. The elevators doors opened, Ivy pushing the cart out and heading towards the doorway. An adolescent redwood oak tree smashed through the front entrance, waddling towards Ivy, his branched hands poised. "Damien. There you are, right on time. Be a doll and carry this steel box to my car, please?!" Damien nodded, taking the steel box with ease and waddling out of the building, towards Ivy's convertible.
Ivy pushed the cart aside, as it rolled away, crashing against a wall. She swiftly turned around as she heard a door slam hard on the floor, with Darkwing leaping out in front of her, Launchpad not too far behind. "HA, no one gets away from Darkwing Duck," he beamed proudly. Ivy smirked, walking up to Launchpad, who stepped back. "N-Now don't le me get rough on you, lady," he stammered, blushing a bit. "Don't worry about that. I'm not the one that's about to be pulverized," Ivy unfolded her palm and gently blew her pink pheromones directly to Launchpad, who gazed upon her with half-lidded eyes. Ivy walked away, grinning as Darkwing quickly looked at Launchpad, puzzled upon his appearance. "What's the matter with you, LP?" But his question went unanswered at Launchpad continued to stand in a daze.
"Don't worry, deary. He'll be fine. You should be concerned about yourself," Ivy eyes glinted as she snapped her fingers. Some nearby potted trees spouted upwards and waddled towards Ivy's direction, circling around her and Darkwing. "Great, she has the ablility to control plants," Darkwing muttered, seeing the trees getting closer. "Not only plants, dipwing," she sneered, pointing toward Launchpad. Darkwing turned around as Launchpad cracked his knuckles, leering down upon him, growling. "My..is it getting crowded in here," he nervously stretched his neck out as Ivy sharply eyed him. "PULVERIZE HIM," she commanded, the trees now running towards him. Darkwing got his saw cuff outs, but failed to notice Launchpad grabbing him and throwing him in the air, against the trees. The trees then started to beat on Darkwing, as he struggled to fight back.
"So much for you," Ivy spat, turning and walking a couple of steps. "I'm not done yet, flora," Darkwing yelled. Ivy sharply turned around, in time to see Darkwing saw all the tree's branches off, sawing some of the trees in half using his buzzsaw cuffs. "MY BABIES," Ivy screeched loudly as she saw the trees falling in the ground. Darkwing dusted himself off, but was thrown to the ground by Launchpad, who was still under the effects of Ivy's pheramones. "Kill him," Ivy yelled, her aloe blood boiling in rage. Launchpad readied his fist up in the air, about to strike Darkwing. Darkwing quickly looked around, seeing a water basin on his right hand side. Acting fast, Darkwing kicked Launchpad on his chest, forcing him to let go his grip. He got up and darted for the water basin, taking the jar and throwing the water upon Launchpad. Soaking wet, Launchpad shook his head, the pheromones finally wearing off. "Huh, w-what happened?"
"Don't worry about it, LP. Let's just say, you weren't yourself. Now, come on. We still have a weed to uproot," Darkwing exclaimed. Launchpad nodded, a bit confused still but followed in tow. "No…my precious babies," Ivy wept, kneeling down where the remains of the trees were scattered. She lifted up a branch, nuzzling it gently, "You had so much promise. So much to look forward too. You will never be forgotten. I'll make sure to plant your remains in a well soiled place," she whispered, as Darkwing stood behind her with LP. "The only place you'll be going is to the clink, Ms. Flora," Darkwing firmly said, taking out a pair of handcuffs. Ivy turned around, rage filled in her eyes as she slowly stood up, breaking a piece of twig in half. "You're going to regret ever MURDERING these trees. I'll make sure of that," she hissed.
Ivy instantly took off her gloves, forming her hands into sharp vine scythes. Darkwing poised himself into a fighter stance, leaping out of the way as Ivy slammed the scythes in his direction, running towards him with her assault. Launchpad ran behind her and held her by the shoulders. In rage, Ivy thrusted her arm down to the grouind, the end of her vine arm wrapping around Launchpad's torso. She pulled Launchpad away from herself, flinging him against a wall, in which he crashed into. Darkwing immediately ran towards her, but was halted as she thrusted her vine line arm at his direction, wrapping him around. "Ugh..can't move," Darkwing struggled to get out of her vine like arms. Ivy started to slam him from one side of the wall to the other side of the wall, causing dents all over the place. Darkwing, in pain, winced as Ivy continued to slam him in several places, gritting his teeth. He wiggled his arm a bit, working on getting his saw cuff links out in the open. "Come on, work already," he muttered, carefully watching Ivy's movements. Ivy was about to slam him into another wall, when Darkwing started to cut her vine like arm with his saw cuff links. Ivy screamed, feeling the saw cut through her arm, forcing her to toss Darkwing towards a window.
Outside the museum, Andre and Megavolt walked forward, seeing all the carnage of broken patrol cars and uprooted sidewalks, not to mention a lot of broken windows. "Wow. What a mess," Andre exclaimed, looking around, "Whoever caused this isn't kidding around." Megavolt walked up to a broken lamp pole, his eyes gazing down upon a shattered lightbulb, shaking his head. "Poor little bulb. It never had a chance." Megavolt walked back to Andre's side, both men turned their attention to the museum as Darkwing flew out the window, landing a few feet away from the main entrance of the museum on the pavement, his body racked with pain. "Ohhhh..their's that no good doer, dipwing," Megavolt seethed, his hands sparking. "Can't I get a brake from him?" "Oh that guy. I have a score to settle with him," Andre hissed, his hands fisting, "But I don't think we're the reason he's here." "Who could he be after?" Megavolt got his answer as Ivy stomped outside, her vine arm forming back to normal, green crimson liquid trickling down her arm, her breathe ragged and shallow, her eyes flamed with fury.
"I'll have to take a bet that it has something to do with her," Andre stated, looking upon Ivy. "Hmm, I dunno. I don't think she's Darkwing's type," Megavolt inquired, looking upon Ivy curiously from their distance. "I doubt she's here for a date. She must be after something and it must be serious enough for Darkwing to get involved." "Should we leave," Megavolt asked, looking onwards. "Let's stay for a while. I'm interested in what that girl's going to do to Darkwing," Andre said, both men looking towards Ivy and Darkwing.
In the ratcatcher, Honker gazed into the sight, having just seen Darkwing thrown out of the museum, with Ivy standing a few feet away, fury upon her features. "Hey Gosalyn. Your dad is in trouble. That plant lady just threw him a few feet from the museum and…," Honker turned around, but Gosalyn wasn't beside him. He climbed out of the ratcatcher, looking around and searching for Gosalyn. "Gosalyn? Gosalyn! Where are you?" "Up here, Honk," Gosalyn yelled from the third story window. Honker looked up, seeing Gosalyn against the window, holding her bow and arrows. "What are you doing up there? Your dad said to stay put in the ratcatcher," Honker whispered. "I can't stay in here while Dad fights? He's could relapse. We gotta help him," Quiverwing tossed the items down to the floor, crawling out through the fire escape, "Whether he likes it or not." "B-B-But Gosalyn," Honker was dragged back to the ratcatcher, as Quiverwing prepared her items, "Come on, Honk. Help me out here...and call me Quiverwing." Honker sighed, shaking his head. He retrieved his backpack, helping Quiverwing and gathering some extra items.
Ivy growled, her emerald orbs in rage, chuckling a bit insanely. "I'm gonna mulch you six feet under, dorkwing," she whispered. Darkwing slowly got up, staggering a bit, cuts and bruises all over, bleeding in a few places. He shook himself, gazing straight at Ivy, pulling out his gas gun, instantly changing cartiridges. Ivy slowly walked towards Darkwing, a malice grin plastered across her beak. Before she could take another step, a fire arrow flew in front of her, stopping her tracks. She sharply turned around, gazing upon Quiverwing, who stood upon the neighboring roof of the musuem, smirking.
"Why you little twerp?! I thought i got rid of you," she sneered with pure vemon. Darkwing narrowed his eyes, his breath hissing a bit, his orbs slightly turning red. He instantly shook his head, gazing upon Quiverwing, as she smirked definatlely. Oh..she will definately be grounded. "You tried but failed. I guess you're just a withered weed in the milldew," Quiverwing taunted, pulling another arrow which latched to the ground. She grabbed a hanger that was discarded away, put it on the rope and slid down to the ground, with Honker walking besides her. Ivy instantly thrusted out her arms, a low rumble being heard from the ground. A mound of earth started to roll towards Quiverwing, but never made contact as she quickly darted out of the way, dragging Honker along. She briefly let go of him, running towards Ivy, her beak dripping with foam and malice as she attempted to grab Quiverwing, but failed as Quiverwing leaped up above her, kicking her back, causing Ivy to fall on the floor.
"What do you think you're doing, young lady," Darkwing whispered in a stern tone. "I'm helping you," Quiverwing quirped, placing her hands upon her hips," And don't say that i can't cuz i know you didn't fight back."
"Whaddya mean i didn't fight back," Darkwing huffed incrediously, folding his arms across his chest," i have bruised marks all over and thorns."
"Come on, Darkwing," Quiverwing annunicated, "You didn't lay a finger on her cuz she's a woman. A nutty plant lady."
"You know how i feel about fighting women," Darkwing drawled, "I will NEVER lay a finger upon a woman. Plant lady or not. I felt guilty using the saw cuff to cut her vine arm, but i didn't have any other choice. That didn't matter anyways since she threw me out the window."
Ivy slowly staggered upwards, breathing heavily, her eyes flickering inbetween rage and insanity. She turned around sharply, slowly stepping towards both Darkwing and Quiverwing, their attention now darted towards her. "Did i miss something? Or are you two dips having some hero convention of some sorts," she hissed, cackling a bit insanely. Darkwing and Quiverwing poised themselves in fighter stance, with Quiverwing glancing back at Darkwing. "So? Are you gonna let me help?," She whispered, reading an arrrow. "Alright, i'll allow it THIS time. I have no choice. Just keep your guard up. She is strong," Darkwing whispered back.
Andre and Megavolt watched from a distance as Darkwing and Quiverwing prepared to battle Ivy. "Hm. This is interesting," Andre glanced at Quiverwing, a puzzle expression upon his face. "Megs, do you know who that little girl is?" "I.....don't know," Megs replied, scratching his head, "Negaduck said something about her but i don't quite remember." 'Figures that he wouldn't remember,' Andre thought, putting a hand behind Meg's back.
Ivy grinned, cracking her knuckles a bit. "Prepare for splinters," she cooed in a soft voice. Both Darkwing and Quiverwing narrowed their eyes upon her as she lifted up both her hands, transforming them into sharp branch twigs. She directed her assault to both Darkwing and Quiverwing, who leaped upwards, the twigs slamming on the ground. Darkwing bended down in one knee placing his palms together. "Quiverwing, come here. I'll give you a boost," Darkwing yelled, watching Ivy as she started to retreat her arm back, "Hurry!"
Quiverwing nodded racing towards Darkwing. She placed both feet upon his hands as he lifted her up high in the air. Quiverwing did a back flip in mid air, thrusting both feet ahead. Ivy removed her twigged branch from the ground, forming her hands to normal, looking upwards and at that moment received an air kick directly to her stomach, scooting back a few yards. Quiverwing landed gracefully upon the ground beaming proudly. Ivy clutched her stomach, pain etched in her face. She looked up, seething daggers upon Quiverwing, as she directed a Fire arrow right towards Ivy, shooting her target. Ivy yelped in pain as the fire arrow pierced her shoulder, the flames quickly burning her arm. Darkwing pulled out his gas gun and fired it directly at Ivy. The cartiridge exploded on contact, a billow of weed solvent surrounding her. Ivy collapsed into the ground, the flames having died down due to the fall. She trembled a bit, coughing as her body was racked with pain, trying to convert the solvent. Darkwing wiped the sweat from his brow, both him and Quiverwing walking towards Ivy.
"It's over, flora," Darkwing said, getting out a pair of handcuffs. Ivy coughed a bit, her body weakened by the weed solvent. Megavolt looked onwards, his hands fisting, narrowing his eyes upon Darkwing. He took a couple of steps forward, his eyes averted towards Ivy. "HEY, LISTEN! DON'T LET DIPWING AND THAT ARROW GIRL GET THE BEST OF YOU. GET UP AND FIGHT BACK," he yelled. Darkwing and Quiverwing turned their heads towards the shouting, seeing Megavolt with Andre besides him. "Is that…Megavolt?" Quiverwing inquired, blinking. "It's him alright. Sparky's hands are electrified," Darkwing replied, seeing the little blue sparks emitting from Megavolt's hands, "And he brought that guy, Andre, with him."
"Who is he?"
"I have yet to figure out, but, he's a power house. He's not one to be taken lightly."
"Why didn't we notice them earlier?"
"We were too busy fighting our plant friend."
Megavolt hissed upon hearing the dreaded name 'Sparky', his blood boiling. "DON'T….CALL…..ME….SPARKY!!!" Andre eyes widen, as he knew what was coming next. Megavolt concentrated his energy, his hands sparkling a light hue blue color. Andre tried to stop him, but it was too late as Megavolt thrusted out his arms, a flow of electricity going straight to Darkwing. Both Darkwing and Quiverwing leaped to the sides, avoiding the electric charge. Megavolt lowered his hands down, breathing hard, sweat dripping down from his head. Andre shook his head, rubbing Megavolt's back. "Did you forget that you currently don't have your battery pack on, Megs?" Megavolt nodded, his face flustered. Darkwing was about to pull a small water cartiridge into his gas gun when a loud rumble could be heard. The ground split outwards a bit, as a thorned vine sprouted out, quickly moving towards Megavolt, whipping him against a wall. Andre fell back, avoiding the vine as it retreated back to the ground. His eyes immediately diverted to Megavolt, who winced in pain, his cuts flowing out fresh blood. He ran towards Megavolt's side, gently hugging him. "Are you alright, baby?" "I will be. I just....need to rest," Megs panted, his energy low and drained. "THIS IS MY FIGHT, RODENT. STAY THE HELL OUT OF IT," Ivy boomed, having stood straight up. Darkwing and Quiverwing were shocked to see Ivy standing, having recovered with the burnt marks on her arm.
Andre scooped him up, carrying him towards a bench, sitting him down. He placed his black bag next to Megavolt, scowling lowly as he unzipped it, taking out various items, including his katana swords. "You stay here and rest, sweetie. I need to kill a plant lady," Andre kissed Megavolt's forehead gently. He turned around swiftly, piercing daggers upon Ivy, in lightening speed slipping on his sheath behind his back, pulling out his katana in front of him, which glistened into the light. "Your gonna pay for hurting MY megs, you goddamn weed," he hissed lowly, his voice dripping in pure vemon. "No man has taken me down and you'll be no exception," Ivy grinned. Darkwing tensed, knowing exactly how dangerous Andre can be. He turned around slightly, hearing footsteps approaching him. Launchpad walked up to Darkwing, rubbing his head softly along with Honker. "LP, you're alright," Darkwing smiled, Quiverwing turning around and smiling. "Yeah, but i have one killer headache," he chuckled, as Quiverwing hugged him. Launchpad smiled, muzzling Quiverwing's hair. "LP, get Gosayln and Honker back to the ratcatcher," Darkwing said, in a stern tone.
"But daaad, You said i could help you out," Quiverwing whispered harshly, folding her arms. "From a distance, this time. Andre is far too dangerous for you, young lady," Darkwing whispered back, his memory reminding him of the previous fight.
"And I don't want you getting hurt."
"B-But…."
"That's final!"
Quiverwing growled as Launchpad took her and Honker back towards the ratcatcher. Darkwing turned his attention back to Ivy, who had instantly grabbed his collar, pulling him close to her beak, her breath ragged and hoarse. "Hehe…Your mine now, Dipwing," she cackled, throwing him backwards. Darkwing stumbled hitting against something hard. He looked upwards as he saw Damien, crackling his branched knuckles, grabbing Darkwing's arms, holding him tightly. "I would like you to meet a very good friend of mine, Damien," she smirked as Darkwing struggled to get out of Damien's grasp, "Don't bother. He may not look as impressive as compared with the other redwood oak trees, but I guarantee you, he makes up for it with his strength, which is ten times stronger than the average tree."
"Lucky…me," Darkwing grunted, narrowing his eyes upon Ivy, "Just exactly who are you, flora?"
"I…am Mother Nature's arm. Her whim, her will, her determination," she exclaimed proudly, "Hell! I AM MOTHER NATURE! You will soon find out that you should NEVER fool with Mother Nature."
"You've got some serious issues lady," Darkwing stated, feeling the branch hands grip his arms tighter.
"Keep him steady, Damien," Ivy cooed, lifting up her right arm, transforming it into a thick pointed branch, aiming it towards Darkwing, "Don't worry, Dipwing. You'll soon give furtile soil to some lovely plants." Darkwing gritted, his body tense, sweat billowing down his forehead as he waited for the impact.
But, the impact never came as Ivy failed to see Andre leap high in the air, thrusting out his left foot, kicking her directly at her side, causing her to fall down hard on the concrete pavement. "Too bad," Andre smirked, " You're soil works will just have to wait." Infuriated that his master was attacked, Damien released Darkwing from his grasp and charged towards Andre. Andre instantly placed his katana sword upon a flat stone that was right next to him. He flipped the blade on the back end and with one swift movement he hiltled the blade sharply against the rocks, causing small sparks to emmit, which landed upon Damien, bursting into small flames. Damien quickly waddled towards a water fountain, jumping into it, shaking in relief. "That takes care of her pet," Andre scoffed. His eyes slited towards Darkwing, pointing his katana towards him. "Don't think i attacked her to save your life, Darkwing. I still have a score to settle with you," His voice deeply curred, his body poised for any action. "Right now, i have a little trimming to do with the plant lady."
"And I will see to it that you don't harm anyone else," Darkwing spat back, cracking his knuckles, "Including a plant lady." Andre scoffed a bit, a puff of air blowing out of his nostrils. Andre looked back towards Ivy, only to see her leaping into the air, landing a rough kick into his chest. He stumbled back a few yards, skidding his feet on the pavement. Andre ran towards Ivy, reading his katana blade to slash her. Darkwing immediately did a forward flip, leaping into the air and kicked Andre to the side, right before he could make his assualt. "So, you do know how to fight," Ivy smirked. She thrusted out her fist towards Darkwing, but he blocked it, by catching her punch. Ivy retaliated by slamming her foot upon Darkwing's chest, in which he skidded backwards, releasing his grip on her. Andre growled lowly, piercing his daggers upon Darkwing. He reached into his pocket, bringing out a couple of small star blades, throwing them towards Darkwing's direction. Darkwing saw the blades coming and flipped his cape to his body, covering himself as the blades stuck into his cape.
Darkwing poised himself as both Andre and Ivy rushed towards him. They both leaped into the air with Andre swinging his sword down and Ivy thrusting her fist again towards him. Darkwing catch Ivy's fist while dodging Andre's slash attack, punching Andre squarely upon the chin, shoving Ivy backwards. "Grr…WHY WON'T YOU FIGHT ME," Ivy seethed, regaining her balance. "I'm one of the few men in this town that respects women," He stated, keeping himself poised for another attack, "I vowed never to lay a finger upon a women to harm them." "What a gentleman," she mocked, seething, "But that won't save you for my wrath, either you or that other guy with the swords. Men are the most disgusting, pathetic beings that i ever had the pleasure of knowing."
'She must have been hurt by a man to have such resentment towards them,' Darkwing thought, "It may be so to you, Flora, but I'm still putting a stop to your sheganigains. Your uprooting days are numbered." Pained coursed through Darkwing's body as he yelped, wincing. He then fell on his knees, the pain causing him to fall on the floor, passing out. Andre stood behind Darkwing, his katana blade smeared in blood, a corner of his beak trickling with blood on the side. "Never turn your back upon an opponent, Darkwing," Andre hissed, swishing the blood away from his katana, "I'll deal with you later. Right now, I have to have a little 'chat' with the plant lady." Andre stepped over Darkwing, narrowing his eyes upon Ivy, having a tight grip on his katana. Ivy poised herself in a fighter stance, grinning. "Are you sore because I hit your "girlfriend"," She mocked. Andre gritted his teeth, his eyes sharply eyeing her emerald ones. "You're gonna pay dearly for hurting my Megs. NO ONE HURTS HIM AND GETS AWAY WITH IT," He yelled. "Then, show me what you've got."
Andre ran towards her, moving his blade around and attempted to slash her left side. Ivy dodged the blow, kicking Andre back a little. Andre quickly recovered, twirling his blade around. He dodged an uppercut from Ivy, swiftly moving his sword upward, slashing her right side. Ivy screamed in pain, green crimson blood flowing from the gash. Ivy eyes went bloodshot as she yelled in rage, charging at Andre, barely avoiding another attack from him. She jumped up, hilting her foot on Andre's chest, twirling herself around in a corkscrew kick, hitting his face. Andre stumbled backwards, feeling pain upon his cheek. He unsheathed his other katana sword, rushing back at Ivy, leaping up high in the air. He brought both swords down towards her. Ivy immediately put her arms in front of her, forming them into thick tree branch, stopping his attack. "Clever girl," he hissed, as Ivy shoved him backwards, transforming her arms back to normal. The battle continued as both Ivy and Andre kept hitting one another, neither one backing down.
Megavolt watched the battle from his bench, gasping as Andre was hit hard several times. "Ohh..I..I gotta help him. But, I'm so low in energy," he panted, placing his hand upon his forehead. He fiddled with the black bag, searching around inside of it, pulling out his battery pack. His eyes averted towards an appliance store that was closed for the night. "I..need to recharge my battery and myself," he whispered weakly. He placed the battery pack back into the black bag, zipping it up. Slowly, Megavolt dragged the bag among the floor, walking towards the appliance store.
Launchpad, Quiverwing and Honker looked in awe as both Andre and Ivy continued to duke it out, their heads going back and forth. Quiverwing looked down upon Darkwing, who still was lying down flat on the floor. Quiverwing frowned, her hands balling up into a fist. "We gotta help Dad. He looks really hurt," she exclaimed, getting out of the ratcatcher. Before she could move any further, Launchpad gently placed his hand upon her shoulder, smiling a bit. "Don't worry, Gos. Your Dad is tough as nails. He'll rise up again. Remember, he's may not be exactly one hundred percent well yet from the previous battle. There's so much his body can take." "That's true. But still, we should help him," Quiverwing remarked.
"Um…perhaps your Dad needs a strong seditative to help wake him up," Honker nasaly commented. Quiverwing beamed, a grin spreading across her beak. "Good idea, Honk. I have just the thing." Quiverwing searched through her arrows, taking out a long one, with sock attached to it, which produced a foul odor. "One of my socks that I used in gym class. If this doesn't wake him up, nothing well." With that, Quiverwing placed the arrow on her bow, aiming carefully towards Darkwing as to not hit his face. She released the arrow, hitting it directly in front of Darkwing. His body twitched, his nostrils filling with the foul odor from Quiverwing's sock. His eyes opened, immediately sitting up and throwing away the filth, sweat soaked sock. "P.U. I've got to get Gosalyn to wash her gym socks more often," Darkwing blew his nose, shaking off the stench. Quiverwing, Honker and Launchpad cheered, as Darkwing rose to his feet, looking at the battle that Andre and Ivy were engaging with each other. "Now, time for the masked mallard to even the odds," he exclaimed, whipping out his gas gun, quickly changing the cartiridge. Andre had just executed a double twirl spin, leaving some gash marks on Ivy's legs and arms.
Ivy was about to attack when Darkwing leaped into the air, firing his gas gun on her, a net bomb directly hitting her, causing her to be intangled within the net. He then slammed his feet upon Andre, doing multiple kicks, twirling around in a corkscrew kick, slamming him in the ground. Andre quickly rose up, his eyes bloodshot filled with rage. Sheathing both of his katana swords, he charged towards Darkwing, leaping up for a high kick, which Darkwing blocked with his arms. Both Darkwing and Andre pelted one another with kicks, punches and multiple blows, neither of them backing down.
Megavolt stood in front of the appliance store, feeling an errie chill in his body, as he wiped the sweat off from his forehead. "Must...get....energy," he panted, dragging the black bag in front of him. He looked around the ground, seeing a flat stone that was medium in size. He picked up the stone, wobbling a bit as the weight of the stone was strenoius to his weakened muscles. With all his strength that he could muster, Megavolt lifted the stone high and hurled it towards the front glass door, shattering it to pieces. Megavolt grabbed the black handle and continued to drag it, going inside the appliance store.
Quiverwing watched from a distance as Darkwing and Andre continued to ram each other with their kicks and martial arts movements. "Wow, this is intense," Quiverwing commented, her eyes iverting to Ivy, "Though..it would be an unfair match if she attacked Dad." "Uhh..don't look now, Gos. But, i think she's escaping from that net," Launchpad pointed to the net. Quiverwing, Honker and Launchpad watched as Ivy stood up, forming her arms into sharp thorned scythes, ripping up the net into pieces. Quiverwing looked up at a light pole, quickly gazing back to Ivy as she untangled her feet from the remains of the net. Quickly, she fired an arrow with a rope attached to it around the light pole, the rope tightly around the lamp in a knot. "Q-Quiverwing, what are you doing?," Honker stuttered.
"Me and and that plant lady are going to have a little chat. Girl to Girl talk," Quiverwing winked, "Dad said i can fight from a distance. He didn't say what distance exactly." Launchpad was about to stop her, but was too late as Quiverwing swung towards Ivy's direction. Ivy watched as Darkwing and Andre continued to battle one another, hissing lowly. "You're mine, Dipwing," she cackled.
"Hey, Plant lady," Quiverwing yelled, swing directly towards her, slamming both feet into Ivy's stomach, having her skid a couple of yards. "We need to have a little chat, or...you're afraid to lose to a little girl like me?!"
Ivy hissed, grinning widely, flipping her curls. "I was going to mulch that pathetic mallard, BUT NOW..I'LL CONCENTRATE FULLY ON YOU, LITTLE TWERP!"
"Bring it on," Quiverwing smirked, reading her arrows, guestering Ivy towards her.
Andre twirled around, balancing himself and sent a backward high kick directly upon Darkwing's face. Darkwing stumbled back a bit, panting, sweating profusly. "You're some fighter, but don't think that's gonna keep Darkwing Duck down," he beamed, showing off his ego a bit. "Shut up and fight," Andre yelled, charging towards him again. Darkwing scoffed, running up and doing a forward flip, leaping into the air and slammed his two webbed foot amongst Andre's stomach, sending him flying and slamming into a wall, in which he blacked out.
"Yep, Yep, Yep, ah," Darkwing dusted his hands, beaming. An arrow soon flew by his arm, darting his attention towards Ivy and Quiverwing, as they both battled against one another. Ivy slammed her vine line arm against the ground, which Quiverwing hopped back. Quiverwing ran up at the vine and executed a corkscrew kick, with Ivy falling back a few yards. In Rage, Ivy charged towards Quiverwing, as she fired arrows towards her. "I thought i told her to stay put. Sigh....I better help her before Ms. Flora puts her six feet under," Darkwing muttered, going towards the battle.
Andre twitched a bit, moaning. Inside the corridors of his mind, Andre panted, seething. "Wait until i get my hands upon that mallard."
"I wanna play! I wanna play!"
"Not you again, "He hissed, narrowing his eyes upon Quackerjack, as he jumped around Andre in a circle, riding his pogostick. "This is borrrrrrrrrrrinnnnnnnnnnnnnng! I wanna play your game!"
"NO. You'll mess up like last time.!"
"Aww, come on, Gomer. Let me play! I'll give dorkwing one of my ehehehehe.....specialities."
"You're not leaving until i let you "play", are you?"
"BINGO!"
Andre instantly grabbed Quackerjack's bill, pulling him close. "Alright! I'll let you out. BUT, MAKE SURE THAT MALLARD DOESN'T PUT ONE FINGER UPON MY MEGS, GOT IT!"
Quackerjack nodded, grinning maliciously.
Andre opened his eyes a bit, taking off his katana swords from his back and laying them down next to him. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a colorful jester hat.
Darkwing approached the two girls as they turned around towards him. "Stay out of this, dipwing," Ivy dripped vemonously, "I'll deal with you later." Darkwing was about to approach her when a small stuffed panda bear plopped in the middle of them, a ticking noise being heard. "HIT THE DECK," Darkwing yelled, instantly running up to Quiverwing and placing her on the ground, with Ivy ducking a few yards away. The panda bear exploded, a plume of air rushing towards the three in all directions, with Darkwing, Quiverwing, and Ivy barely avoiding the blast. The three looked up as a jingle of bells was heard, the jester mallard doing some flips towards them, standing in the middle.
"TA-DA!"
"QUACKERJACK," Darkwing and Quiverwing yelled in unison.
"That's right boys and girls. I'M BACK...AND IT'S PLAYYYYYYYYTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"
This is the end of part one. I will upload the next chapter once i have it ready. Please Review. :)