Happier Times

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mighty Ducks, so there!!

AN: This is my first fic, so please, please, please, read and review, and tell me what you think. And be HONEST!! I want to know if I suck or not (hopefully not) and perhaps tell me any suggestions you have that could make it better. I've rewritten some of it and I'm almost finished with the next part. Sorry if its to short, it was suppose to only be a short story but its gotten much bigger than I had originally planned, so bear with me. =)

Nosedive sat on his bed; his mind wondering back to the nightmare he had just woken up from. He had been having nightmares for weeks now, and as a result he had gotten little sleep. Every night it was the same dream:

He was back on Puckworld as a young duckling around the age of ten. He and his friends were playing street hockey, as they did everyday during the summer. Suddenly, out of nowhere, dark, ominous clouds rolled in and blocked out the sun. Then rain started to come down in cold, hard sheets, soaking the young ducklings to the bone.

Nosedive quickly abandoned his hockey gear, and made a mad dash for home, hoping to seek shelter from the pelting raindrops. He made it home in record time, stopping at the front door to take his shoes off before proceeding any further into the house, knowing that his mom would have a cow if he tracked mud all over the carpet.

"Mom, I'm home" he yelled as he walked into the kitchen, expecting to see her making a cup of hot cocoa for him, but found the kitchen empty.

"MOM?!" he yelled a little louder, but still no answer came. 'I bet she's upstairs and just didn't hear me' he thought to himself, an uneasy feeling coming over him. He grabbed a towel from the laundry room to dry his hair and after checking the other rooms down stairs and not finding anyone, he headed upstairs to see what held his family's attention so much so, that they wouldn't even acknowledge his presence like they always did.

Nosedive made a quick stop by his room to grab some dry clothes. After shifting though the mess on his floor for a moment he found his favorite jersey and an old pair of jeans that he had only worn twice, threw them on, and headed towards his parents bedroom. He knocked on the door, like his mother had always taught him to do, but received no answer. The uneasy feeling came over him again and he knocked harder, turning his knuckles red. After a moment of waiting, he grew impatient, gripped the handle and let himself in the room, ignoring the nagging voice in his head that told him it was rude to go into someone's room uninvited. "MOM, DAD, are you here?" not bothering to wait for a reply he checked the bathroom, and the closet, and found both places empty; he even checked under the bed out of desperation, but only found some dust balls and his dad's old hockey sticks.

Panicked that his both his parents were nowhere to be found, he ran to Wildwing's room hoping that he would know where they were. Not bothering to knock, he burst into Wings room. "Bro, have you seen mom and dad, I....." he glanced around, Wildwing wasn't there. He gave the room one more glance before leaving and heading downstairs to the living room. The house seemed to be void of all life, almost as if no one had lived there for hundreds of years. Fear was beginning to replace his uneasy feeling as he tried to analyze the situation. 'Mom, dad, and Wildwing are missing. They were here when I left, and mom said they would be here when I got back. The car is still here and they'd never go anywhere when it was storming this bad outside, at least not without leaving a note or something.' He sank down to the living room floor and hugged his knees to his chest. Something was wrong; he could feel it deep inside him. He sat there for a few moments pondering what to do next when he heard a soft noise coming from outside. Hoping that it was his family, he quickly got up and went to the window.

It had grown almost pitch black outside, from the storm, even though it was only four in the afternoon. A strange fog had rolled in, making it hard for Nosedive to see much of anything besides what was two feet in front of him. With a sigh, he moved away from the window and was about to go sit down when he heard the strange noise once again, only this time it was louder.

Nosedive quickly threw his shoes on to go and investigate the strange noise. He slowly opened the door and peeked outside, the noise seemed to be coming from two different directions, he took one more glance around the living room then took a deep breath to muster up his courage and stepped outside, slowly closing the door behind him.

The soft noise had now turned into a quite chanting, which grew louder by the second. Nosedive reached the street in front of his house and stopped; the chanting seemed to be coming from every where, bouncing off the dense fog, making it hard to discern which way it was coming from. He glanced around nervously, trying to slow down his racing heart. In seconds it seemed the fog grew thicker, almost tangible, and completely engulfed him. Nosedive looked around him, lost in the haze, the chanting had now become what seemed like hundreds of angry voices. Panic rushed though his veins, 'why did I come out here, this is stupid. I should be inside where it's safe.' As if reading his thoughts, thunder boomed close by, reminding him of the storm.

He looked around trying to decide which direction his house was in, knowing that he had to get away from the awful sound of the voices. But before he could run, dark shadows appeared in the fog, blocking his escape.

Slowly the shadows took form, as the fog in the immediate area seemed to disappear. Out of the fog stepped hundreds of zombiefied (AN: their not the living dead, their just in a trance like state) ducks all pointing at him with a look of blame in their sightless eyes. Their chanting was mumbled and overwhelmingly loud.

He tried to run away from the angry mob, but three ducks grabbed him, holding him in place. Slowly he looked up at them, he's eyes widened in shock. It was his mom, dad and Wildwing. He tried to free himself from them, but they held him in a crushing grip.

They pushed him to the ground roughly, and Nosedive stayed there curled in a ball, to petrified with fear to move. His friends and family slowly closed in on him, their hands reaching to grab him, to hurt him.

Over and over with hollow, sandpaper like voices, they kept chanting:

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

Suddenly, Nosedive was lifted up off the ground by the scruff of his neck and brought face to face with an older, angry looking Wildwing. Wildwing's eyes, like blazing hot, black coals, seemed to stare a hole straight though Nosedive, making him cringe in fear. Nosedive's world seemed to crumble as he listened to the hateful words that poured out of his brother's mouth, loud enough to be heard over the thunderous chanting.

"I hate you! You've been nothing but a thorn in my side since you were born! I'm always having to risk my neck to save your scrawny ass! You do nothing but bring the team down, you endanger our lives constantly, your always playing practical jokes and you never take anything serious. Your useless! How could I ever love something that is as pathetic as you are. I should have never brought you along, I should have left you where you belong, in the camps, with the rest of the gutter trash! Everything that has ever happened to me is ALL YOUR FAULT!"

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TO BE CONTINUED

Well this is all I have right now, I hope to put the rest up soon. So in the meantime ya'll have to read and review and tell me what you think about it. I know Wildwing sounds very harsh but I have to freak Nosedive out somehow, and what better way to do than to have his beloved older brother be the hateful sounding one. Don't worry its just a dream. =)