Misunderstood

Chapter 11

Back at the lair on the other side of the planet, Duck, who was too preoccupied with own his thoughts, waited for Pinkster to get done with his phone call while watching the rest of the team, who were keeping themselves busy by either fixing up and upgrading their weapons or expanding the use of their powers from a safe distance.

Which was the very thing that Duck desperately wants to do right now.

I should already be out there practicing and preparing myself instead of just sitting here all day, wasting my time doing nothing. Duck thought, knowing full well that he was strictly warned by the scientist doctor to restrict from any further use of his powers to prevent himself from putting anymore strain to his body. 

As he continued to look on in boredom,  Drake Sypher, who decides to act on again with his plan, suddenly starts to walk over and stand right next to him, their distance only mere inches apart from each other.

Duck, who now noticed his presence, stiffens  a little while attempting to put on a 'brave' face to show him that he is not afraid, despite what Drake could be capable of at the moment.

Duck then proceeds to only stare blankly at the team, hoping that he wouldn't notice his nervousness at all in the process.

"Hey, Duck. How's it been?" Drake asked in a cool tone, but Duck simply ignores him due to taking Pinkster's serious advice by heart.

But Drake doesn't give up so easily and kept on going.

"Oh Come on man. You don't need to be like that. We're a team remember? We have to stick together, if we're going to be heroes again." Drake added, his voice now slowly turning a little irritated from his useless attempt with this one-sided communication.

"Haha. I see where this is going. You're giving this guy the ole silent treatment. Now I know you can hear me. Listen, I don't know what that silly pig's been telling you, but I can reassure you that whatever you think it is that I might be doing, its not like that. I don't mean any harm at all. I just want to talk. So, what do you say? Huh? You and me." Drake said in a heap of persistence.

After a few more seconds, Duck finally spoke, but only to hear a quick word from him so he can leave in peace without the man pestering him further.

"What do you want?" Duck asked, harshly.

His attitude, seemly turning dark already to which Drake, was secretly enjoying.

"I just want us to be friends that's all. Pals. Don't you have anyone like that before?" Drake asked, slyly with his smile, stretching very thin and widely like the classic con-artist Grinch.

His tone was now forming into a warped familiarity of manipulation.

This was now bringing a familiar fear to Duck, chilling him to the bone.

His face paling up fast, but continues to push on with his 'fake' face

"Well, yeah I did but..." Duck tried to explain until he was cut off.

"Such a shame leaving a fellow member out like that. Its no wonder that you have any friends to begin with." Drake said in a mockery.

This caused Duck to suddenly turn to him, his fear now suddenly switching over to raging anger in a split second.

He can already start to feel the fire rising up from out of his body.

His eyes, flaming hot red.

And boy, was he mad.

"Hey! You don't know what it's like to feel so low and be made a fool out of yourself in front of everyone. So, don't act like you know everything because you don't!" Duck yelled out.