Neb: I do not own Ducktales. What's there to say? Vincent is now with Mr. Elite. Webby and her friends are out looking for him. Cassandra was disguised as Webby for Louie's Eleven. Falcon Graves was beaten, though I don't think I used his name because it was technically Cassandra's P.O.V and she doesn't know Graves. I think I'm going to jump straight into the action for this one. I hope you all enjoy and please leave a review letting me know whether you like the direction of the story or not. If there's anything in particular you want to see more or less of, let me know. Thank you!
The Warehouse District of Duckburg was under heavy fire as eggshell helmeted ducks were firing laser guns back and forth with the Shadow Syndicate.
"Vincent are you ok?", Britt yelled as Vincent fell back from an explosion.
"I'm fine," Vincent called back. "Who are these people?"
"F.O.W.L," Mr. Elite growled. "I thought I had an understanding with them, but I see they won't share the world with anyone. No matter, I suspected this."
Vincent grabbed some of his runes and chucked them at eggheads who were closing in. This had been a strange week. He was being chased by the police and a robot man, then he was attacked by Shadow Syndicate members the moment Mr. Elite lead him to this district. Mr. Elite had to explain to them that he was on there side now, and Vincent couldn't even remember cutting ties with them. Whatever his reason was must have been a good one, but the Shadow Syndicate seemed to be a lot more friendly after Mr. Elite welcomed him back into their family. Now they were fighting another shadow organization.
Mr. Elite was on his phone for a minute and then nodded. "Hey Eggheads, I just called your boss. He's not pleased with you acting as rogue agents."
"They aren't acting as rogue agents," a man wearing all black, a black mask, with green glowing eyes and a bronze gauntlet spoke up. "They are acting under my orders."
"Phantom Blot?", Mr. Elite questioned.
Vincent fell back in fear hearing that name. There were only two people in the world that Madame Aurora warned him were too powerful to ever go against. The Shadow Sorceress and the Phantom Blot. "The magic thief," Vincent groaned.
"That's right Tailfeather," Phantom Blot chuckled. "I am here for you."
Britt pulled out her dagger and the bears Ronny and Donny got between them.
"You'll have to go through us," Britt grinned. "After all, I already have dibs on his head."
"What is her problem?", Vincent facepalmed.
"You can have his head," Phantom Blot laughed. "I only want to destroy his magic!" He fired a beam from his gauntlet sending Britt flying back. Then he was tackled by the two bears.
"Go Vincent," Mr. Elite yelled. "We will hold him off."
"Can't you just destroy him?", Vincent wondered.
"I've tried many times," Mr. Elite admitted. "He is immortal like I am, a nightmare monster who never stays down."
Vincent did as instructed. There wasn't much he could do given Ronny and Donny were already on top of the Phantom. If Vincent chucked one of his runes at him, he'd accidentally hurt them. "Stupid destruction element, why couldn't I ever learn anything else." He ran back to Britt to check on her. "Britt, are you alright? It's time to retreat for now."
Britt groaned as she came to. "No matter how much I train, I keep getting flattened back people who can shoot energy beams from the palms of their hands. I'm supposed to be an assassin trained from birth, and yet you magical beings keep knocking me down."
"Britt, it is impressive to take a blast of energy like that to the chest and still be well enough to complain in complete sentences," Vincent assured. "Don't sell yourself short."
She looked up at him surprised and then nodded. "Fine kid, I'll help you for now until you regain your memory. Then we go back to being rivals."
"Funny, Mr. Elite said that also," Vincent realized. "He said he doesn't want to fight me at my weakest. Whatever that means."
"No time to dwell on that," Britt admitted as she got to her feet. "Where did my dagger go?"
"Um," Vincent looked around and then shook his head. "No time." He pulled out the mysterious letter opener that wound up in his adventurer bag just like the runes. "Take this."
She grabbed the letter opener and the two of them ran. They could hear a bunch of explosions in the distance and police sirens start to immerge.
"Well there goes another Shadow Syndicate base," Britt sighed.
"How many have you guys lost?"
"Including the cave you collapsed?", Britt raised a brow.
Vincent grabbed onto his head as a pain shot through it. He remembered himself chucking crystals as the fang bros, Britt, and the pig gentleman back at a cave. "We really were enemies, why?"
"Because you chose her," Britt sighed.
"Um, Madame Aurora?"
"What? No, the pink girl."
"Pink girl?"
"Your hopeless," Britt growled before ducking away from another blast. "What the?"
"You thought you could escape?", Phantom Blot roared as he charged out of the darkness of the alleyway.
"You got past Mr. Elite, Ronny, and Donny?", Vincent realized. "Just how strong are you?"
"Strong enough," Phantom Blot responded as he raised his gauntlet.
Vincent chucked three more of his runes are Phantom blot that glowed red. However their magic dissipated the moment they came in contact with his gauntlet. Vincent reached into his bag and felt two mage crystals and one rune left at the bottom of his bag. "I.."
"You are almost out of ammo," Phantom Blot completed his sentence as he raised his gauntlet. "Not that more explosives would have helped you anyways. All mages will fall before me. Even one predetermined for destruction like you."
"You know," Vincent realized.
"I have heard of the Destruction Mage Vincent Tailfeather," Phantom Blot nodded. "Like Magica, you are a blight on this world. If you exist, you will only bring pain."
"Y-your wrong," Vincent yelled at him before getting blasted.
Britt tackled into Vincent getting him out of the beam. "He's stealing your magic, run!"
Vincent tried to get away, but once again Britt was no match for the Phantom. Vincent was also cornered again immediately up against a metal fence. "No, please. This magic is all I have. I lost everything else already."
"That is not my problem," Phantom Blot coldly stated. He blasted Vincent once more and begun draining him of his magic.
A tear fell from Vincent's eye as he fell to his knees. When the Phantom was done with his work he turned away and disappeared.
Vincent was in a daze after having lost his magic, he felt weaker than ever. Still he got to his feet and ran back to Britt who had already left her spot and ran away. Vincent could hear police in the distance chasing down Shadow Syndicate members and figured he should also get out of the Warehouse District as soon as possible.
"Vincent," a police woman called out to him.
Vincent was about to back way.
"Don't run," she panicked. "Please let me help you. Your confused, I understand, but I assure you that we were allies once."
"I.. I lost two years of my life," Vincent shook his head. "I can't confirm or deny ever having been friends with a cyborg or a police woman. But you are currently arresting my current allies."
"These gang members aren't your friends Vincent," the officer explained. "Let me help you. I'm Fenton's mother, Officer Cabrera. Are you sure you can't remember me or my son?"
"I don't know who Fenton is," Vincent continued to back up. Yet, he was backed into a corner. He didn't have his magic anymore, so he could explode his way out of this situation. He was helpless. He fell to his knees and started crying. "I keep losing parts of who I am," Vincent cried. "It's like I woke up in a different world and now I don't even have magic."
The officer moved in an placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm going to take you back to your family Vincent."
"Family," Vincent repeated in his mind. He remembered a younger version of himself running away from the doctors when they broke the news to him about his mother. He remembered his dad leaving him in the snow as the old man went back home without him. He couldn't find Madame Aurora or Artifact, as far as he knew he had no family. "What even is that?"