Disclaimer: I don't own Darkwing or any affiliated characters from the Darkwing Duck show. Disney owns Darkwing to whom I am grateful for the inspiration. I am not making a penny off this. I am using this as writing practice. I am doing it for pleasure and to get feedback in order to become a better writer. Characters not contained in the original Darkwing Duck series are my own creation and as such are my copyrite. Please read enjoy and review. Thanks.
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Negaduck and Electra rolled slowly down the street on Negaduck's motorcycle Troublemaker. The fact that they were cruising slowly should have given anyone who saw them pause. Negaduck NEVER cruised slowly AND he NEVER had a passenger with him ever. The fact that he WAS cruising slowly AND that he HAD a passenger with him spelled out Trouble with a capital T; and everyone who saw them cruising, everyone who saw Negaduck and Electra passing by hurried inside and locked their doors and hid. They locked their doors and hid under their beds in abject terror, foreseeing absolute doom. Those without homes to hide in also took refuge. The homeless dived into dumpsters en masse and garbage cans and piled garbage on top of themselves to hide themselves from view. Those at work hid in washrooms, behind furnaces in electrical rooms even in shipping containers hoping to avoid being seen by the pair passing by. A Negaduck cruising slowly with a passenger on his bike was trouble indeed and if you knew what was good for you, you made yourself scarce before the apocalypse could smash into you and take you away from your life and everything you knew.
Negaduck was actually chuckling quietly to himself as he and Electra crept past the buildings and businesses. He was thoroughly enjoying the effect they were having on people, watching them diving for cover.
Negaduck and Electra drove past a drive-thru restaurant, a motorcycle dealership, a car repair shop, a coffee shop and a taxi dispatch. Suddenly Electra yelled "STOP!!!"
Negaduck slammed on the brakes hard stopping abruptly. Electra hopped off the bike and ran back the way they had just come. "GET BACK HERE!" yelled Negaduck at Electra's retreating back but it was too late. She was gone.
Negaduck parked his cycle Troublemaker and slowly started after her. It was safe to leave Troublemaker where it was. If anyone was STUPID enough to try and boost it they'd be in for a REALLY NASTY surprise, one they probably wouldn't live through. Grumbling to himself, Negaduck followed after Electra. He already had 3 missing gang members presumably off being chased by Darkwing Dork he wasn't about to loose another gang member.
Electra ran back about 3 blocks before she got to where she wanted to go. Slightly out of breath she ran onto the motorcycle dealership lot. It wasn't an ordinary dealer lot. This dealership dealt exclusively in custom made chopper motorcycles and Electra had seen a chopper just like her chopper back home. She stuck a hand in her pocket and felt the wad of cash in it. That chopper, she just HAD to have it, no matter what, and with the money she still had saved from previous missions for Negaduck she knew she wouldn't have any problems aquiring it.
Electra hopped onto a big black chopper with a long extended 30 degree angle chrome fork, high curved chrome handle bars, a seat with a high chrome backrest and dual chrome exhaust pipes. A true 'classic' chopper in every sense of the word.
Electra's hands gently caressed the bike as she sat on it. Using her electrical powers she jump started the engine. This caused the dealership's owner to run out of the office. There was no way he was going to let one of his choppers get boosted on his watch, no way in hell.
The chopper dealership operator was a heavy set graying pig in his mid 50's or maybe even older. He looked like an aging biker, which he in fact was. He was dressed in Motorcycle boots, faded blue-jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket and he had an earring in his left ear. He approached Electra with apparent air of a man with intentions of beating a thief into a bloody pulp.
Electra paid him no attention whatsoever until he was right up to her. As he said "What do you think you're doing with that bike" Electra looked up from the bike. She didn't look at him directly. He towered over her as she was sitting on the bike, so when she looked up it was his chest she was staring at.
The fact that this thief was a female shocked the old biker. So did her odd behavior. He had expected the thief to either drive off as he had shouted or to have at least got off the bike and started running to get away. This thief was not doing wither thing and it puzzled him.
Electra snapped her fingers and the bike motor shut off. By snapping her fingers she had interrupted the flow of electricity between herself and the motor. The old man should have realized he was in trouble when she did that. 'He's really dumb just standing there' Electra thought. She heard him ask again, "What do you think your doing with that bike?". Electra started chuckling or perhaps it was giggling, it was sort of like a bit of both but it was more like chuckling. Electra chuckled as she got off the bike, still not looking directly at him.
The bike shop operator started to get nervous. He thought to himself 'This isn't normal. This thief isn't acting right, not acting the way thieves usually do. Shsn't trying to escape and now she's chuckling. What the heck is up with her?' It set his nerves on end an he started to sweat. Trying to get control of the situation, the biker dealer said, "Get out of here before I call the cops".
That was exactly the wrong thing to say. Electra looked up at him directly into his eyes still chuckling. Something in her eyes combined with her dark chuckling made the cycle dealer's blood freeze. There was 'definitely something wrong with this thief' he thought as he looked into her eyes. Her eyes seemed to him to be whirling. "I don't think so." replied Electra to his threat to call the cops.
Electra remembered another time that seemed a lifetime ago...
"Get out of here you punk A** B***ch before I call the cops." "I don't think so. I came for that and I'm going to get it and if you object well too bad. Try and call the cops and you won't see tomorrow." Her uncle wanted this and she wasn't going to disappoint him. Disappointing uncle could be very bad fior your health especially if you wanted to go on living. The guy who had threatened to call the cops reached for the phone beside his desk at the pawn shop. "Ah ah ah. I said NO cops!" thats gona cost you. Then she pulled out a nasty looking thing that started sparking violently as she squeezed it's handle and held it up to the man's face. "So whats it gona be? Cooperate or..." she asked and trailed off to meaningfully glance at the object in her hand which was still continuously sparking as she squeezed its handle She didn't look like she was bluffing to him "Cooperate. Take what you want just don't hurt me" She left with the coveted object of her uncles desire in hand and the man breathed a sigh of relief as she exited his shop. As she left she was thinking to herself that she was glad he cooperated because truth be told she wasn't sure she could have gone through with using the weapon on him, she'd only ever actually used weapons in acts of self defense before, not that she hadn't used them to intimidate people lots while workingfor her uncle, she had but actually using a weapon on a person rather then threatening to... that was disfferent.
As Electra said " I don't think so" she held up"Cooperate. Take what you want just don't hurt me" a hand in front of his eyes and sparks danced off of her fingers before his eyes. Staring into the man's eyes with electricity dancing across her fingers threateningly, Electra said "I want this bike. This bike is mine".
With the sudden inspiration that comes from instincts of self preservation in the face of imminent death the bike dealer acquiesced to Electra's demand. His life meant more to him than any bike. "Take the bike. It's yours. Just don't hurt me" he said to Electra. He was sweating terribly, like a pig.
Some trace of intelligence and sanity still remained in Electra despite her 'whirling' eyes and she thought of something. "Pink slip" she said, demanding he give her legal ownership papers.
After he gave Electra the pink slip for the chopper, Electra hopped on to her new motorcycle and started it up[, but before she could leave she heard the bike dealer say "Crazy Lady".
Electra stopped the bike and got off. The bike dealership operator asked "What?" Electra said "This" and giggled and she began to try and fry him with bolts of electricity. As the operator danced and dodged trying to avoid her bolts of electricity Electra was saying "Crazy? I'll show you crazy". Her bolts although missing the dealer were doing damage to everything else. She was blowing up motorcycles left right and center. She had managed to set the dealership building on fire. Finally she got lucky and hit the proprietor dead on center. He screamed and fell down either unconscious or dead, she didn't know which, she didn't check him to see. She didn't think she'd killed him though, but if she had then what? Deciding not to think about it she prepared to leave. She didn't want to think about it. She'd only ever hurt anyone in self defense before. Feeling very uncomfortable with her train of though she turned her attention back to the motorcycle, her new chopper.
Electra hopped onto the chopper and started it up.
Negaduck was about 100 feet away from the dealership by this point.
As she rolled off the lot she looked back at the devastation. She had always gotten something of an illicit thrill whenever she had broken stuff in the past, and watching fires had always been exciting to her, but she knew she should get going. This wasn't a case of being an innocent witness to destruction she'd caused it. She had to get out of there, but first she wanted to try something. She looked back at the destruction and a smile of pure mischief crossed her face.
Negaduck had begun to hurry to catch up to her when he had heard the explosions and saw the smoke and flames shooting into the sky.
As Electra looked back she pointed back over her shoulder and shot one last bolt of electricity, hitting the dealerships gas yanks which exploded in a huge fireball, then began laughing almost hysterically. It was just so weird she thought to all of a sudden have your life thrown out of control and gain super powers. she had just blown up a chopper dealership. It all seemed just too unreal.
"Have fun much?" asked Negaduck sarcastically as he saw the destruction and devastation Electra had caused.
"Yes" replied Electra between laughs, not catching on to the sarcasm in the question. Then she shook her head to clear the jumble of ideas and images that were still flowing through her head.
"Come on we've got to get out of here. This will bring down the cops for sure. We still have to find those knobs before Dork Wing does" said Negaduck. Negaduck loved mindless destruction and mayhem as much as any other super villain , more so even and would have loved to stay to enjoy the fire and devastation, but he had a plan for conquering St Canard and he didn't have time for this now. He had to find the rest of his gang so he could make his plan work.
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Authors note: Electra didn't check to see if the bike dealership proprietor was ok because subconsciously she was a bit scared and didn't want to know because as the saying goes, what you don't know can't hurt you. There was still a part of her underneath everything that would have felt guilty and so to protect herself she just decided to try and not think about him. Just to let you know, the proprietor survived her attack. As to blowing up the gas tanks, she did it to see if she could. When it worked and they blew up she started laughing because subconciously she was a little shook up at what her powers could do and consciously thought it was just too surreal to be true.