Extra chapter 2 - An Angel of Darkness
Author's Note: This is a drabble that takes place in the course of chapter thirteen's flashback, with more interaction with NegaLaunchPad. No slash involved. I can't tell if it's OOC for Negs. v.v; So I didn't include it at all.
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Running. Driving. It wasn't any use for quickly he tried to escape from his crimes, they would still be there when he closed his eyes.
Had he killed her? Had he meant to do it? Would anyone have believed that he'd never meant for things to go the way they did? Of course not; this was NegaDuck, the city's most nefarious criminal. It was well-known he could do nothing nice for anyone, nor cared to do so in any case.
Entering the darkness of his own house NegaDuck sighed as he threw his helmet to the ground. He barely remembered the drive home, all was lost in thought now. No one was inside the house, as far as he could tell.
Silently he went into the living room, sitting in the absolute darkness. His breath caught in his throat as he heard the wavering of distant sirens outside. At least they got the message that someone was in great need... at least there is a slim chance she would be rescued from an early grave.
A sharp breath.
NegaDuck doesn't cry. He never cries. Without stating those kinds of reminders in his head, he would have not been able to keep his stoic face. Crying is weak. Mourning of any kind is weakness. He refused to do it. And the urge was easy to suppress because he'd yet to show his inner feelings for many years. Perhaps crying was a distant memory that he left in his early youth--or whenever he cried.
"What's got you in such a grim mood?" His eyes snapped back to the corner of the room; it was Launchpad.
"Heck if I know." NegaDuck lied smoothly, wondering for how long the other duck had been present.
"Whatever. The plan still on?"
"No. It's been cancelled." NegaDuck knew his partner would find something hard to believe about his words. He knew Launchpad would argue, but he decided he would not be budged from this decision. "The plan has changed."
"Why's that?" Launchpad's face was bowed down as he walked over to the sofa and flopped down onto it. "You seemed so eager to take on the entire police force just an hour ago. You been to see Morgana or something?"
"Of course not." NegaDuck hissed, but this struck a deep nerve within him. He despised the fact that Launchpad McQuack could read him so well; that he was merely an open book for his housemate's eyes to feast upon. He wanted no one to understand him. "I have other plans for us."
"I don't know why you just don't knock her off." He made a cutting gesture with his finger against his throat. "She's a nuisance just like that kid."
"I don't know either." He crossed his arms.
Launchpad laughed sickly. NegaDuck's eyes narrowed, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Launchpad stood up once more and walked out of the room. Leaving his partner, NegaDuck, to wonder exactly what the duck found so humorous. Calling back, "You really should work on your poker face, NegaDuck..."