as class progressed Drakey silently tried to repair the comic book without getting discovered.. he had just managed to ´borrow´ tape from the closet in the corner of the class-room.. he did mean to give it back, most certainly, there was no harm in him taking it and using it for a good purpose was there? And what greater purpose was there than to savour the mighty masked badger who only tried to save the world from a masked scientist ones again?
"And we get to study all sorts of plants!"
It was career time.. when people who was just beginning at the university would come down to the school and talk about the PHD they were taking, this duck who now stood there proudly talking about his plants were not all that interesting.. Drake really didn't understand much of what were coming out of his beak.. well at least the Duck seemed to enjoy the opportunity to talk about his education and obviously his passion all at the same time.. but shezz was this boring.. yet still, how wonderful was it to life of your passion.. Drakey sort of wished he had a passion he could pursue, but as so many other nine year old kids, well except those who wanted to be football players or actresses, he had no clue what he wanted to do. It was just one big blank in his mind.
"Stop it Reggie, your boring the kids to death!" a much larger university duck suddenly pushed the speaker aside.
"Hey!" Reginald Bushroot exclaimed, though due to his small scrawny frame he didn't look like one who could do much to avoid being pushed around. "I wasn't done yet! we are just coming to the really fascinating part! Plant biology in details!" he explained.
Several students groaned, Drakey warily looking around at all of them and then smiled apologizing at the university student who was to busy collecting to purple flower to even notice and he was hurriedly pushed away by the other university student."All right kids, who wants to see fireworks!" he asked, to have all of the kids immdiatly shine up.
"Oh no, Buster please." Reginald interrupted. "Remember what happened last time?"
"Arh, you worry too much Reggie." Buster smiled as he collected several different flasks and pulled up a bunsen burner."Kids, watch and learn." he announced to the class who all suddenly had gained an interest. Even that kid Lamence who was but one of the many torture in Drakes life, this kid was doing even worse though as he had a pretty damn big and strong Big brother who liked to go by the name, the king.
Or so Drake thought as suddenly he heard a "psst." by his side, surprised Drake turned his head to face Lamence in his leather jacket, his big elvis hair in place.
"What?" Drake asked in his whispering voice.
"Hey, check this out."
a piece of paper was thrown at Drake who grabbed it to squint his eyes at the writing, which was kind of hard to read as Buster had just damped the lights for his show.
Cirque De Freak.. a show of wonders and marvels, freaks, ghosts, witches and monsters, for a very limited time at saint Canard. Experience the shrill or regret forever.
Drake looked up. "That seems... dangerous." he swallowed.
"Yeah, isn't it neat?" Lamence grinned. "We'll be going tonight!"
"What? we?" Drake asked.. and already he knew that was how it was going to be, the king and his gang always succeeded in dragging Drakey into some kind of huge trouble, and they only did it so they had someone along they could constantly pick on to fell on top and set to do all the dirty work.. And the worst part of it all, a little part inside of Drake, a part he desperately tried to ignore but it was just so obnoxious and loud, that little part.. really wanted to go and see this circus.. Fortunately the other side of Drake rang out how dangerous it could be and how much trouble he could land himself in, the side which firmly held him back and out of harms way, he was after all.. Drake the dweep."I'm sorry, I can't." he murmured trying to give the paper back.
"What, are you scared?" Lamence pushed the paper back into Drakes hand.
"No." Drakey answered back, hesitating. "Though.. we could get into trouble.."
"Trouble hah!" Lamence laughed. "I'll show you trouble if you don't show up."
"But.." Drakey hesitated. "You always show me trouble.."
"Trying to be a wise ass are we?" Suddenly Lamence grabbed Drakeys collar. "Then I might as well show you trouble right now!" he raised a fist Drakey hopeless lifting his arms as to brace himself.
"Mr King!" Mrs. Ross suddenly stood in front of them. "What, may I ask, do you think you're doing?"
"Oh erh." Lamence looked up at their teacher. "Little Drakey is just nervous, he scares so easily you know, and explosions are not really for him, I just tried to calm him down." he harshly padded Drakey on the head, not hearing the complaints from Drakey that that was so not true.
"Hm." Mrs. Ross lifted an eyebrow at the smiling Lamence who still padded Drakey roughly on the head, and at last she shrugged and turned away..
Immediately Lamence's eyes squinted together as his grip tightened around Drake ones more. "I'm gonna get you for that nerd." he hissed and let go, but only to sit and stare meanly at Drake with squinted eyes.
Drakey swallowed, and that's when his eyes turned to the bubbling purple liquid at the bunsel burner.. which was kind of taking a blue tinge, like the one whom Golden feather was conducting in the Derek Blunt comic, only Derek Blunt had known that when this thing was starting becoming blue it meant that... "DUCK!" immediately Drakey search cover under the table just in the same second as the explosion happened and purple gue was send all over the class room.. warily Drakey came up from his cover which had shielded him good enough, even his comic book was saved.. only to be faced with the gue covered Lamence who looked just about ready to explode.
Drake had to hold a hand over his beak to try and hide his smile.. it was absolutely ridicules really.
"So you think this is funny do you?" Lamence asked.
At ones Drakey shook his head. "No no." He assured though his smile was still so very badly concealed.
"No please." Lamence advanced on him. "Do you think it's funny?"
At ones any amusement that beforehand had been on Drakey's face was washed off. "No." he answered, this time way more sincerely.
"Oh really?" Lamence asked. "Wasn't that a smile I saw at your beak before hand.. ducky.."
"Was it?" Drakey swallowed. "Perhaps you were just imagining things?"
"You're calling me a liar?" Lamence sneered.
"Quah! no! I would never dream of that!" Drakey held up both his hands looking away. "And I would most certainly never say it." he mumbled as Lamence raised a fist... and was most literately, Saved by Mrs' Ross who told them to hold weekend early as the class room was too big of a mess to teach in any-way. "Oh gezz, what a shame." Drake commented as he collected his comic book, Mrs. Ross giving a speech to the whole class, while that Reginald student was busy apologizing for his friend.. who didn't looked sorry at all. "See you monday!" Drake collected his comic books.. and as the door was opened he zoomed out of it in a impressive speed for his little appearance.. only to be followed by Lamence.
"HEY COME BACK HERE!" Lamence yelled.
Drakey wasn't dumb enough to stick around for what-ever Lamence had in mind.. whether it was being hoisted up in the flagpole, stuffed in a to tight closet, thrown in the trash container.. none of these things were pretty... skidding out on the schoolyard Drake was desperately looking around for some kind of hiding place, any kind of hiding place!
Looking over his shoulder Drake found that the number of bullies pursuing him was only increasing, this did not look good at all, next thing the king would show up to, now that would be swell!
Think Drakey think! what would Derek Blunt do.. he's a normal guy after all.. he.. wouldn't be running, because he would have a gadget to safe him, fat load of help that was right now! And Super pig would just fly away.. Zorro, that masked fox did a lot of running from the guards and hiding around, to strike when it worked better, manipulate with his wits, and he would... Drakey swallowed as he eyed the roof of the school. Why did Zorro have to have such a fondness of heights and swinging around in chandeliers? It looked fun and all when he did it, but who would do that in real life? Looking over his shoulder.. Drakey had to conclude that he didn't have much of a choice, and he ran for the fire ladder which he climbed up on.
"HEY!" Lamence stopped all of them.. which were.. about a dusin now. "You can't do that!"
Drakey didn't answer but kept climbing, and then there was the rumble underneath him.. indicating that Lamence had chosen to follow.. well, there wasn't far to the next open window, it was not like senor Zorro would ever let such an opportunity as a window escape him! determinedly Drakey went for it and stepped out on the window ledge.. swallowing by the sight of the massive height, but finally threw himself through the window to role across the floor... and discover he had stumbled right into a music class. hesitating Drake fought himself up on his legs, smiling apologising at the class, who was plainly starring at him in return having stopped in the middle of the number they were practising, only for Lamence to finally appear in the window as well. "You wont get away that easily!" he held up a fist as he shook it at Drake.
Drakes eyes widened and immediately he twirled around on the spot and ran for the door, only to take the next door in the hall way and disappear through that before Lamence had a chance to get through the music class.. And Drake was in another filled classroom. In history, all the students looking up and at him, the teacher lifting an eyebrow. "Yeas?" the teacher asked politely.
Drake didn't answer, he had just eye for the window.. it was perfect, because the tree branch was just close enough, without saying anything Drake ran the whole way through the class room and jumped up in the window to from there jump out in the tree.. which he now clinged to.. clearly being able to see the students who had not climbed up the ladder looking up the music window he had gone through. Drake swallowed and stayed as close as possible to the branch as he crawled towards the center of the tree where the branches would be thicker and he could hide between the leafs. At last, Drake could sigh relieved as he had relaxed found himself a spot leaning comfortable as he could watch all of the students beneath him, it was almost drowsily that he pulled up the comic book, and he couldn't help but laugh at the page he had reached. "Why wouldn't you know it!" he grinned as he witnessed the Crimson avenger running from the guards and thrust himself out of a window to grab a tree he could climb down from. "Hah! he always outwits them, there is no way to capture the avenger!" Drake looked down to witness that Lamence had come out again.. and was now more determinedly than ever making a search for Drakey.
"He must be here somewhere!" Lamence yelled as he punched a fist into his hand. "He can't hide forever!"
"Yeah well, try me." Drake muttered finding an apple in his school bag to take a bite of it as he laid back, and that was when he discovered.. Lamence was standing on the ledge of the trash container.. probably to try and get a better view of the school yard, the container was open.. hesitatingly Drake eyed the apple he was eating.. then he looked down at how Lamence was standing.. then looked at the apple again.. "Well.. it's not like I can come into any deeper trouble." Drakeys trouble side edged.. the side of him who wanted to go to the freak circus.. who had kind of enjoyed this chase, who was a little bit proud of this heroic escape, this side, still full of the fact that he had made it away, for a little moment, over shadowed Drakes better half, the half that kept him out of trouble.. and Drake took careful aim, until he just threw the apple so it hit Lamence right on the side of his head, and surprised Lamence lost balance so he fell backwards, right down the trash container, He looked beyond mad as his head popped up again, a banana peel balancing on his hair and a fish bone sitting behind his ear.. the black leather jacket most probably ruined. Drake couldn't help it.. this sight was just all worth it, he concealed his laugh under his hand as he took in his creation of the shouting Lamence, and the King finally arriving so Lamence to sniffle and complain to his big Brother as the whiney little nine year old he was, pff amateur, needing bigger blokes to help you out, as if Derek Blunt ever needed anyone else, as if Drakey ever needed anyone else, no one ever had his back and he had made it fine so far right? He didn't need any-one, he was fine without any-one.. well, so far.
Swallowing Drakey collected his knees in his arms as he looked at the wild search there was going on right beneath him, and somehow he just knew.. this was ought to be a very long, very cold and probably scary evening, and in any case.. Monday, would probably become quite the nightmare... the triumphant bad side of him had finally calmed down, and the more reasonable side came through with a reminding voice, that he was probably digging his own grave right now.