Here is a sneak peek to my new book "Negatales".
Comment and tell me how you guys like it.
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"Mr. ... Starling," Darkwing Duck asked. "Is that you...?"
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"This isn't you... you're not a villain," Darkwing Duck said gently as he looked into the other's eyes. "You're a hero, my hero. And look, I'm sorry; this isn't what I wanted to happen."
Darkwing Duck looked for any signs of remorse, something that didn't yell "crazy lunatic" but there was nothing. He only saw the eyes of a psychotic supervillain, that blue and green hue of light that glowed daggers through the darkness.
"If I'm no longer the hero or the villain, then tell me Drake Mallard," the name was spat out. "What am I?" Negaduck's left eye began to twitch continuously. He pushed Darkwing Duck away with the chainsaw. "Just another psycho running around in a Darkwing Duck costume," he hissed.
Negaduck revved the motor of the chainsaw and swung it at Darkwing Duck but the attack was dodged. Negaduck swiftly took out a knife, while holding the chainsaw and planted the knife in Darkwing Duck's shoulder, holding him against the wall of the alleyway.
Darkwing duck cried out in, feeling a burning sensation seer through his shoulder.
"You wanna be the hero, kid; you wanna be Darkwing?" Negaduck sneered as white foam laced the lip of his bill. His face was shaded by his scarlet red fedora. "Well congrats," he said as he looked up, giving the other Mallard a shark grin filled with sharp teeth. But you know what every hero needs?" He asked. He breathed on Darkwing as he spoke.
Darkwing Duck gave a painful wheeze in response as Negaduck removed the knife from his shoulder. There was a white hot flash of pain.
"An arch nemesis!" Negaduck cackled. He moved the knife from Darkwing Duck's shoulder to his cheek feathers.
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"Uh LP, I need you to come lick me up."
"No problemo, DW."
"And LP?"
"Yeah, DW?"
"Mr. Starling's not dead..."
