CHAPTER FOUR - Into the darkness of hate

In the month that followed, Gosalyn and Launchpad couldn't help but notice the change in Darkwing. A once proud and boisterous duck, Darkwing became quiet and moody. Launchpad tried his best to make Darkwings life as comfortable as possible, but it seemed nothing was ever enough. Gone was the happy adventurous duck, replaced by a brooding, cold shell of his former self. Darkwing chose to spend many of his days alone, and rarely spoke to either of them, and if he did, it often ended in cold words and hurt feelings.
Darkwing sat at his computer, typing in silence in the dark, only the clicking of the keys could be heard. Gosalyn quietly walked in, waiting for a moment to be noticed. After a few minutes of being ignored, she finally spoke.

"Hey dad... Whatcha doing...?" her words were soft and slow, trying to choose them carefully as to not incur his ever growing wrath.

"Working. Obviously. Since I can't go anywhere." He replied with a emotionless tone. Gosalyn wandered up to the computer and peeked over his shoulder.

"Gee... more stuff on Negaduck? Common dad, he hasn't been seen since the... accident."

"Oh he'll show is face again. Not that I can do anything about it." Darkwing growled, then lowered his voice to a whisper. "But if I did... I would make him suffer a thousand fold... make him feel the pain I endure never ending..."

"Well dad, you never know! Maybe Launchpad will get him! He's been doing pretty good on his missions!" She smiled at him.

"Please. He can barely catch a cold." He snorted, glaring at the screen.

"Now knock that off!" Gosalyn snapped. "He's been busting his tail feathers trying to help you out, run this house, and be a crime fighter! He's been trying his hardest!"

"His 'hardest', is about as good as a cracked egg!" Darkwing snapped back.

"He's doing his best alone!"

"And why aren't you helping him? Or was getting ONE person shot enough for you?" Darkwings voice dripped like acid. Gosalyn gasped, and stepped back from him, tears welling in her eyes. "...Gos... I..." he started, but she wouldn't hear another word as she bolted from the room, running past Launchpad as he entered.

"Whoah... hey DW is everything okay?" Launchpad looked back and forth between DW, and the door Gosalyn left from.

"If it wasn't for Negaduck I wouldn't be in this mess! It's all his fault! he did this to me! Now he's tearing my family apart! I hate him! I hate him so much! It's all his fault!"

"...Nega isn't the one who's tearing it apart..." Launchpad muttered. Darkwing snapped his head towards him.

"What was that!?" he snarled.

"I said he isn't the one tearing the family apart! YOU ARE! Since the accident you've been nothing but a jerk to both of us! You want to blame me for the accident? Fine! But leave Gos out of it! She didn't mean to get you hurt!" he snapped right back.

"She shouldn't have been there! If she didn't show up, Nega wouldn't have gotten the drop on me! I wouldn't be in this blasted wheelchair!"

"What happened, happened! Nothing you can do about it now DW but to move on! Please! Let it go!" Launchpad pleaded.

"I won't let it go until I see Negaduck DEAD. This is all his fault! He tore my family apart! Tore me apart! I won't let this go until the one who hurt me suffers!" Darkwing turned back to the computer. Launchpad heaved a sigh and looked at him sadly.

"...Then maybe you need to look in a mirror..." Launchpad said quietly. Darkwing froze in his seat and then hissed.

"What do you mean by THAT...?"

"I mean out of everything bad Negaduck has ever done... he's never made his daughter cry." With that, Launchpad turned and walked out, head held low.

Darkwing looked at the image of Negaduck on the computer screen. He stared at it, his mind filled with hate, with rage, not noticing the tears that now ran freely down his cheeks.