Author's note and disclaimer: Truth to be told, I had no idea how to continue with chapter five. I still have no idea how to put a hockey game into words, I'm still doing a lot of research. So for right now, I'm not going to go into great details about the practice…I think...I still don't know. I've been tired a lot lately and no matter how much sleep I get it's never enough. I think I just need a day where I just sleep or stay in bed. Maybe its because I've cut back on my sugar and caffeine intake. Who the hell knows lol

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Chapter Five

Practice didn't go well. It did at first. Rhynie kept the pucks away from Wildwing, rocketing majority of them down the rink. Her defense was the toughest they had ever seen, her mind games confused Nosedive to the point where he lost the puck several times. When Duke and Rhynie faced off everyone though Duke would take it easy on her. Surprisingly enough, the two went at each other like old enemies. Trash talking each other without remorse. At one point, Mallory thought she was going to die from laughing so hard. Rhynie and Duke were fighting for the puke, she batted her long eye lashes at him, puckered her lips and called his name in a seductive tone—catching him off guard. Before he knew it Rhynie had slapped the puck so hard and so fast, it had nearly missed the other goal. Wildwing and Rhynie high fived and decided that one play should be good for the day.

The opposing team regrouped for a moment, coming up with a plan to attempt to get a score, but their hopes weren't set high. They had forgotten what it was like to play against another duck and realized how weak humans were compared to them.

Wildwing recognized the look of determination in his brother's eyes, "Be prepared for anything Rhynie. They're up to something."

The grip on her stick tightened as she took his words to heart, her eyes locked on to his little brother's and saw what he saw. A plan that was about to boil over that could either fail miserable or finally get them a point. Tanya and Grin advanced first, hoping to grab her attention, but she was glued to Nosedive. Mallory and Duke kept pace with each other, skating circles around Wildwing and his net. It was just Nosedive and Rhynie, she stayed out of Wildwing's way, sensing that the youngest drake would take a shot no matter. They clashed sticks as one fought to gain the puck and the other fought to keep it.

Rhynie broke free, taking the black disk and was about to spank it down the rink when Grin came out of nowhere and checked her into the boards. Compared to his other body slams against actual opponent, it felt like nothing, but the simple act sent Rhynie into a trembling fit. When she fell to her knees, gasping for air and her fist clutching the uniform where her heart was Duke rushed to her aid. He slid off her helmet, her hair falling to cover her face.

"Rhynie talk to me, what's wrong?"

She couldn't speak, it felt as if she were being strangled. Rhynie peeked at Duke and his heart nearly burst. The pain was evident in her glossed over eyes, tears soaking her feathers. The one eyed drake was at a loss, he had no idea what to do. Panic was beginning to set in as he tried to figure out how to help her, but his mind was a blank slate. Wildwing placed a hand on the thief's shoulder, ordering him to take her to the infirmary. Duke collected her in his arms, as if she weighed nothing with all the gear on and followed Tanya to the medical room.

After everyone removed their gear and took a quick shower they waited outside the infirmary to hear anything from either duck. Duke's voice could barely be heard through the thick doors, it was calm—peaceful—trying to talk her down from whatever was happening.

Wildwing glanced over at the muscle bound defenseman, he appeared to be unaffected by the whole thing, but the leader knew better than to trust Grin's stoic expression.

Walking over, he patted his large bicep and smiled. "This isn't your fault Grin, you know that right? We couldn't have known Rhynie would react that way."

"Thank you for your kind words, Wildwing." Grin meant to add onto his thought, but Tanya walked out still in full gear, minus the skates and gloves.

"How is she?" Wildwing asked.

"I knocked her out with some uh heavy duty sleeping pills. But Duke was able to uh calm her down enough for it to, you know, work." Tanya ran her hand through her blonde hair, "Still though. I've never seen a panic attack like that before. I need to do a little more uh research on the subject."

"I can help you with that. A lot of my military buddies had them because of their P.T.S.D." Mallory offered as she followed Tanya to the lockers so she could change.

Wildwing half asked, half ordered his little brother to go pick them up some food before he and Grin walked into the infirmary. Just like before Duke was at her side, wiping away sweat her fever produced with a damp wash cloth. He had taken off most of his gear, except the under armor and neatly laid it all in his chair.

"You should go get cleaned up. We can watch her." Wildwing offered softly.

Duke shook his head, "I'm not leaving her, Wing."

"You want to tell us why?"

Grin approached the sleeping duck and placed a hand over her forehead. His brow furrowed as the big guy sensed the anguish inside her, "Her aurora has darkened. A storm that she has fought to hold back has finally erupted."

"That's why."

Wildwing sighed, rolling his eyes. He hated how stubborn Duke could be sometimes, "Take a shower for Rhynie's sake. Your B.O will probably put her in a coma."

Their leader had a point and Duke took it more as an order than a suggestion. He made them promise to call him immediately as soon as she woke up, but they knew that wouldn't happen because Tanya gave her enough sleeping medication to knock out a horse for two days.

It had taken months for Rhynie to fully recover, but that didn't stop the lizards from using her whenever and however they want. Every time she refused a mission to spy on her people they'd torture her until she complied. Those sessions lasted for days, the longest ran for two weeks and every time the duck she met with to pass along information offered her medical help. But Rhynie refused, saying that if she went back to the Saurians patched up that they'd suspect her.

The day the general of the Saurians found out about Rhynie's double agent status they threw her into a cell. They didn't feed her for days and when they finally came for her she thought they were finally going to put her out of her misery. She was wrong, however, so very wrong. They had chained her to a cold, steal bed, the clasp rubbing her feathers the wrong way and over time—raw. Their tortures varied from burning her feathers off, electrocuting her, water tortures, sleep deprivation, starvation—all in order to find out who she told their plans to, but she never gave a name.

When the general couldn't break her, he sent her to Dragaunus with the help of one of his magical advisors. The general reported to Dragaunus that their methods weren't working on her and that they should try a different approach. With a diabolical smile and smoldering eyes Dragaunus happily gave Rhynie to Wraith. His tortures were more in the mind than physical, he zapped her a few times with a couple of bolts of lightning, but within a few months Rhynie was broken. She didn't care how long they tortured her, she didn't feel anything.

All of her hopes were lost until she heard Siege complaining about the Mighty Ducks. She didn't know where she was, but if there were other ducks fighting against the Saurians, then she needed to escape.

With a new found fire Rhynie was able to escape after Wraith left her alone. In the midst of escaping and using Chameleon as a meat shield, she swiped his teleporter and disappeared to the location he was locked on.

Author's note: I'm done. My allergies are killing me and I'm getting really irritated with the phone going off every five minutes.