Neb: Last chapter Vincent was hesitant to accept a free room from the Duck family. Having had to work his entire life in order to maintain a residence his pride had gotten the better of them. I hope that eventually he'll work past his pride, but for now I do not own Ducktales. I hope you enjoy the fanfic.
"One Ice coffee black, no cream, no sugar for a Britt and a hot green tea with milk for Quinn," Vincent called out as he placed the beverages on the counter. He turned around to get back to making drinks, but something made him pause. He turned around fearful as he saw the rabbit girl who works for the Shadow Syndicate sitting next to a rabbit man wearing a brown leather jacket.
"You're not very hard to find Mr. Tailfeather," the rabbit man responded as he grabbed his green tea.
"The Shadow Syndicate," Vincent responded as he reached for his bag of crystals. His eyes widened when he realized he didn't have it on him.
"Your getting predictable," the rabbit girl responded as she tossed his bag up and down in front of him, she then grabbed her coffee and started drinking it as well. "Aside from that, would you have honestly started blowing things up when there are people around?"
This was the first time Vincent had ever learned her name. Every time they fought the only people in the Shadow Syndicate who's names he'd know was Ronny and Donny, the bear brothers. "Mr. Elite sent you two to take me down huh," Vincent figured. "I thought he had god powers?"
"Your barely a blip on his radar," the rabbit girl, Britt, shook her head. "I've come here to take my revenge however, and my brother is here for other reasons."
Vincent turned to the rabbit man, Quinn, who created a portal right next to himself and drew a katana from it. When he did that, the people in the coffee shop started rushing to get out and the two rabbits didn't stop them. They stayed focused on Vincent.
"You've strayed from the path of order," Quinn explained. "As someone who also follows that path, it is my job to remove you for your treachery."
"He's your brother?", Vincent responded.
"I know right," the Britt laughed as she put away Vincent's crystals on her own belt. "This is the first time he's ever helped me with anything, and of course it's cause we have a common enemy."
"To be fair sister, we were raised to be assassins who only look out for ourselves," Quinn pointed out.
"I still walk the path of order," Vincent argued. "I still blow things up!"
"My blade tells me differently," Quinn shook his head. "It tells me you strayed from the path and had entered the realm of chaos. It is unusual for someone to still draw power from the path of order after walking astray, but you must be close enough to it that you can still draw from it's power."
"It was a fluke," Vincent shook his head. "My shadow was going to kill me and I drew from another source on instinct. I don't want any trouble," Vincent assured. "Just let me walk out of here."
"You dropped a cave on me twice," Britt growled. "I'm getting the revenge I rightfully deserve. Even if the other Shadow Syndicate members decided you weren't worth their time."
"Unfortunately for you, my destiny is to remove those who stray from the path of order," Quinn sighed. "Sorry kid, but I will lose my power if I make an exception."
"You think I'll be that easy to take down," Vincent grunted. "I defeated your sister, her boss, and the Shadow Syndicate many times."
"With help!", Britt yelled annoyed.
"Admittedly, we had to wait till your allies were at their weakest first before coming after you," Quinn explained as he got up from his chair and unsheathed his blade. "Artifact is gone and..." He pointed to a TV screen that had the news on. The headline was, Scrooge McDuck was dead. Killed by Gold Fever.
"What?!", Vincent responded in shock. "H-how? What is gold fever?"
"It won't matter," Britt shook her head. "Because you will be joining him." She pulled her own dagger out to chuck it at Vincent.
Vincent grabbed a mug and threw it at her causing her to duck out of the way before running to the door.
Quinn got in his way and swung his Katana at Vincent who managed to dodge once more before swinging a kick at Quinn. Quinn blocked the attack with his own attack and then cut Vincent across the chest with his blade.
Vincent fell back as he found himself in a familiar spot. Surrounded by the Shadow Syndicate with an open chest wound. Vincent went for his bag on Britt's belt, but she managed to jump back onto a table and retrieve her dagger. She then jumped at Vincent who managed to connect a kick sending her back.
"Someone has been practicing martial arts," Britt realized. "That fake sister of yours must of done it. I'll be sure to go after her next!"
Vincent felled rage boiling inside him after that. "Don't you touch her," Vincent growled as his hands started to glow red.
"You have nothing to focus your power with," Quinn stated. "I would suggest staying calm, or else you'll blow this whole place up."
Vincent wasn't listening to Quinn, his eyes were focused on Brit as his aura begun to spread around his body. As Vincent stepped forwards, one of the tables started to glow. Vincent kicked it towards Brit who jumped back dodging the explosion that came out of the table.
"He can blow stuff up that aren't crystals?", Britt growled.
"Stay focused sister," Quinn shook his head. "His powers are wild right now with no outlet to focus them through. His instincts, as he called them are whats controlling his flow of manna."
Vincent panted as he tried to maintain his distance. He needed to get out of this building and run. But what if he hurt someone along the way. Who knows what kind of damage he'd cause.
"Just admit you can't win," Quinn sighed as he raised his blade. "You've strayed to far, and now your weak!" Quin charged at him, jumping from table to table, before slashing his blade at Vincent once again.
Vincent managed to dodge once more, but this time grabbed hold of Quinn's blade. The katana begun to glow red causing the two of them to panic.
Quinn created a portal and threw the sword inside it before a loud explosion came out of the portal knocking them both back.
Britt picked up her dagger and charged at Vincent next while he was on the ground and tried to stab him, but he grabbed a tray and blocked the dagger with it. "Stop resisting," Britt grinned. "I refuse to let you stand in our way any further. Mr. Elite will reign supreme over this world, and a treasure hunting mage won't get in his way!"
"I was working a regular job," Vincent yelled at her as the tray in his hand started glowing red next. "Are you kidding me?" Vincent chucked it with the dagger away next and another explosion came, this time causing the building to shake. Vincent tried to leave as Quinn got on top of him next. "We'll all be crushed!" He saw Britt run out the door as sirens could be heard. "Ok, well not all of us."
"It's my job to bring you down," Quinn growled. "That is my chosen path!"
"One that was chose for you," Vincent argued. "It's not worth throwing your life away for!"
"What gives you the right to question my path?", Quinn roared. "I am an Agent of Order. You are a traitor!"
Vincent kicked him in the knee next, but Quinn clung onto him as the roof begun to break over top of them. He grabbed a nearby chair and slammed it into Quinn before booking it for the door. He managed to escape the building in time before it broke down. He didn't stop running, he made his way all the way to the docks before hiding under them. "Th- that was insane!"
It was a false alarm. Scrooge did not die of Gold Fever, he faked his own death to expose a robber. The robber of course was Glomgold, because it's always him. But that wasn't what Vincent was worried about as he sewed his new blade wound shut. He realized that he couldn't work regular jobs or live a regular life anymore with the Shadow Syndicate running around. Not to mention there are apparently enforcers of the Path of Order. Why didn't Aurora tell him about that? He would have stuck with destruction magic if he knew his life would be in danger if he didn't. She did always say it was dangerous to stray from his path, but he thought she meant experimenting with magic itself was dangerous.
"Why?", Vincent groaned as he put his hands on his face. "I... I need help." There was only one person who unfortunately stood a chance against Mr. Elite and all of his goons. Someone Vincent had been avoiding asking for help from out of a since of pride. And since that person did not in fact die of Gold Fever, there really was no excuse for him to not ask for help. "He doesn't respect you," Vincent's inner thoughts told him. Vincent shook his head before getting up. "I don't care, until this issue is resolved, I can't live a normal healthy life, or even a fun one. I'll just be chased everywhere I go."