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There Was No One Left to Speak Out

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There Was No One Left to Speak Out


Summary: It was an end of an era and being a vampiress, Sonia Zimmerman knew that she would eventually outlived them all, the closest people she considered as her family.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters in this story that are associated with Darkwing Duck, except for my vampire OC “Sonia Zimmerman”, “Posiwing Duck” , “Negawing/Necrowing Duck” , "Ghost Cat", "Unknown" and several others back from my old role-playing days between 2011-12. Although not exactly a hero herself as she considers herself to be an “outcast”, Sonia would occasionally aided Darkwing’s gang and constantly rages an internal war with herself to retain her humanity so she wouldn’t be overcame by her vampiric feral nature. This story was also written with the lyrics of "Gone Away" by the rock bands The Offspring and Five Finger Death Punch. Anyway, relax, sit back, and enjoy this bittersweet story.
 
(Maybe in another life...
I could find you there...
Pulled away before your time...
I can't deal, it's so unfair...)

Just like that, it was over. Posiwing Duck was killed five years ago, and his death marked the end of an era. His demise - like the others - was unfair since his life was tragically cut short, but unfortunately that's the grim part of life sometimes. A large bat flew down from the sky and glided through the single window at the top of Audubon Bay Bridge's northwestern tower. It flapped its wings against the frigid breeze as it hovered in midair for a few moments, as if it was carefully analyzing its surroundings. Without warning, the creature began metamorphizing, assuming its natural form. From what used to be a bat, now stood a duck woman in dark clothing. The woman frowned as she looked around in her new environment, then brushed some of her black hair out of her eyes. "So, this is Darkwing Tower?" She asked to no one in particular with an Hungarian accent. "Has it really been over eight years? It seems like ages since I've last been here." She sighed, shoulders slumping. "I knew that I'd eventually outlived them all... all the closest people I considered as my family, which is why I've always hated being a vampire. I had better carry on with my task and take my leave soon before daylight arrives."

This woman, Sonia Zimmerman, as known as “Nightingale”, knew that time was of the essence as she made a promise to fulfill an important mission that Posiwing’s parents pleaded her to on the fifth year anniversary of their son’s death. They requested her assistance so they could find closure before moving on with their lives and Sonia had no intention of letting them down since it was the least she could do for them. She was a curly female duck, tall and thin as a European supermodel, with a mane of flowing black hair that framed her beautiful face and her bangs covered her left eye, a stunning symmetry of ice-cold radiant yellow eyes, sharp pointed nose, a black star over her left eye, and her beak lips painted crimson. She wore a strapless, black velvet dress, with three zippers running down the front where there were bloodred colored words that were written on the front that read, "This isn't my blood". The non-decorative fastener was zipped down a fifth of the way, to make space for her large bustline; though her modesty was preserved by the purple tank top she wore underneath. A golden cross was attached to a matching chain that wrapped around her neck. Her lengthy sleek legs are emphasized by her fishnet stockings and her shoes were thigh-high black leather boots that matched her dress.

Darkwing Tower was half-washed in harsh florescent light, revealing a carved platform, one that had once been rough but had been smoothed over by the steps of those who carried the world upon their shoulders. A large computer sat across from those platform, the dim light of the stand-by mode revealing more of the tower. On the same wall of the platform were items that belonged in a history museum, items that would, hopefully, never see the light of day again. Hopefully, Megavolt's Tron-Splitter would stay off, hidden under glass. Hopefully, the red and purple colored court jester outfit with a harlequin hat would forever stay behind the creepy mechanical banana-headed doll, never to be used again. She prayed that whatever gods will listen that the deactivated orange and black cybernetic bull would remain inoperable within the cryogenic container, never to terrorize another living soul in his hellbent quest for vengeance ever again.
 
The biggest hope, though, she thought, staring at the wall of costumes, was that the costumes would never been taken from their homes in the glass. The biggest hope was that the world had progressed enough to never again need Darkwing Duck or Launchpad McQuack or Quiverwing Quack or Magnesium Mallard or even Posiwing Duck. That was her biggest hope, her biggest wish.

(And it feels... 
And it feels like... 
Heaven's so far away... 
And it feels... 
Yeah, it feels like... 
The world has grown cold... 
Now that you've gone away...)
 
With a sigh of regret, Sonia turned towards the computer she stood in front of. A hand reached out, and after a long beat, a slim finger touched one of the various buttons of the keyboard. The computer gave a beep, then asked whether she was sure she wanted to shut it off. The computer itself hadn't seen the restful stage of 'shut down' since its original assembly. It had been on stand-by, and even in hibernation when Darkwing had retired, but it had never actually been off since... well, suffice to say, the computer hadn't been off in a very long time. 
 
Next, the immortal vampiress glided over to the wall of 'trophies', as Darkwing had once termed it. Darkwing had always claimed that he kept the tokens to make sure the deadliest weapons never fell into another's hands, whether government or supervillain or superhero. Magnesium Mallard (or Honker Muddlefoot, as the vampiress still secretly referred to him in the back of her mind – he had been, after all, been like a son to Darkwing and Quiverwing’s husband, when you think back on how much it was astonishing that Honker progressed when he started off as Arrow Kid at the age of nine-years-old until he developed an advanced mechanical suit in his early twenties) had told Sonia, though, that his mentor had really just needed something that reminded him of why he fought. Sonia wasn't sure who was right, but she suspected that, in their own ways, they were all probably correct.
 
The vampiress examined a large display case carefully. It contained a massive suit of powerful, diamond like red armor plating that once completely surrounded its former user's body. The face would have been hidden by a helmet designed like a dragon's jaws and above them on top of the helmet were two diamonds for the eye pieces. The dragon armor had a black strap on its back that held a long, bone shaped katana littered with mystical green words that were written as Frigus Mortis (Translation: Cold Death} and a pitch-black handle. The boots had high red shingle-like plating over the knees, and the shoes had dragon like claw toenails on the front of the shoe. Overall, it seemed that the armor belonged to an ancient samurai while it actually belonged to a notorious Fire Demon warmonger warlock and Negawing Duck's half-brother... Draco Macawber (aka "The Crimson Dragon" as the media had dubbed him at that time). 

Sonia recalled this disaster as if it only happened yesterday and not fifteen years ago. When Negawing's death had finally reached his ears in the capital of his empire in Hong Kong, Draco had gathered his forces and traveled across the world to St. Canard. Several months later, the warlock laid siege to the city in his ferocious quest to restore his clan's honor with his elite forces of mythical monsters and leveled St. Canard to ruins. Fortunately, Posiwing, Sonia, and the other heroes had joined forces and defeated the army after a brutal battle while SHUSH Agents and the police evacuated the pedestrians, but the warlord had then decided to handle the invasion personally. Initially, the heroes and villain are a fairly even match (much to the warlock's mild annoyance); Draco then understood how they gave his half-brother so much trouble. He informed them that he had a strong sibling rivalry with Negawing and even went as far to admit that if he would have killed him sooner had it not been for the matriarch of their clan, Malicia Macawber; this implied that Draco was planning on killing Negawing before his final confrontation with Posiwing, and desired to kill Posiwing mostly for robbing him of his chance of doing so, rather than family matters.

Draco had then unveiled his triumph card: a demonic transformation that he had found by investigating the tombs of one of his ancestors... the secrets of the ancient Macawber rulers and he leant exactly how to unlock it. His face evolved into a fanged snout and his hands curved into sharp talons. A pair of dark maroon wings sprouted from his back, wreathed in black flames, while armor melted into his skin, morphing into ruby-black scales and his eyes were now two glowing yellow slits. The whole evolution was complete in no more than an entire minute and Draco resembled a humanoid black-scaled dragon with a triple-spiked tail. The warlock had referred to it as "The Armored Emperor" form, with power surpassing his half-brother's vampiric form. Reinvigorated, Draco launched an overwhelming counteroffensive and had easily brought Posiwing, Sonia, and the other defenders to their knees with his terrifying might.

It was one of the darkest days of St. Canard's history when the battered and defeated heroes laid strewn across the cracked streets, on the cusp of death. It seemed that all hope was lost and that Draco would have succeeded where Negawing failed until a young rabbit waitress named "Bianca" was injured in her attempt to protect Posiwing. This selfless action had greatly enraged Posiwing and awakened an dormant mystical power within him. He and Draco faced off and eventually, after a difficult battle, the magically empowered Posiwing got the battle under his control, delivering a final momentous blow to the warlock that symbolically ended Draco's tyranny as the villain's body could no longer handled his "Armored Emperor" form for very long. Humiliated and driven back into a corner, Draco refused to relent, attacking Posiwing even as he was losing strength rapidly and threatened to kill the hero's vulnerable friends with by generating two massive waves of yellow and black lightning from his claws while they were semi-conscious. This reaction caused Posiwing to conjured an enormous stream of powerful radiant light with all of his might that had finally vanquished Draco, disintegrating the horrified draconian warlord entirely and ending the battle. In the aftermath, the only one thing left that remained of the warlock was his smoking armor.

It was another close call for the heroes. One that forced Sonia to permanently resigned from her alter ego as "Nightingale". When he was asked by the reporters about his hidden powers Posiwing had responded with; "I've honestly no idea how I harnessed that much magic in the first place. Maybe it's because of my own direct bloodline to the Macawber clan or maybe it was because of something else, but I'm glad that it worked. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to stopped Draco from carrying out his vengeance. Something tells me that was a 'once in a lifetime' sort of deal and I can never wield that kind of magic again. It's probably for the best. The only thing that matters to me is protecting those closest to me by any means possible."

Sonia took a deep breath and extended her hand. Her head slowly turned and she faced the large panel on the wall. It glowed black for a mere second, then, one by one, the lights turned off. Mr. Banana Brain 2.0 was the first one – the light under it's case, the light that had burned so bright and shone so long, flickered off. Quackerjack’s suit was next, then the Tron-Splitter, followed by the original F.O.W.L.'s chief Agent Steelbeak's perfectly pressed white suit with black slacks, and then Taurus Bulba's cryogenic container. The former world's deadliest assassin Ghost Cat's cloaking belt and his twin katanas vanished into the shadows hopefully never to be used to slain people in cold blood, followed by Draco's scarlet samurai armor, then the crimelord Unknown's fractured bronze mask, next a half-empty vial of mutagen that granted Shadow Wolf his deadly werewolf transformation, a trio of red armbands that were worn by the Red Armed Gang, Brain Twister's golden cane and lime green mask, a black stainless steel urn containing Nightshade's (Negaversion-Sonia) ashes, the five sets of Roman-esque centurion inspired power armor that once belonged to the infamous mercenary/supervillain group known as the "Dark Legion", and then Negawing's black, red and yellow outfit and portable multi-barreled Gatling laser gun disappeared into the darkness. Finally, a canister of radioactivity went dark, and then the self-styled Demon Queen of St. Canard Malicia Macawber's seductive green dress followed (Sonia always was impressed that the duckubus has a peculiar sense of fashion, unlike the other members of the rogues gallery); Negaduck’s ominous bloodstained chainsaw, one of the many weapons of mass destructions that he had kept on his person until his death, slowly lost it's light and fell into darkness, finally joining the other artifacts in silence.

(Leaving flowers on your grave... 
Show that I still care... 
But Black Roses and Hail Mary's... 
I can't bring back what's taken from me...)

Sonia made her way towards the costumes, the florescent lights turning off in her wake. The entire tower was dark when she reached the glass booths, with the only light from said cases. She wasn't sure why, but she ended up in front of Quiverwing Quack’s costume first. Gosalyn Mallard/Waddlemeyer was the first, and only, woman to ever wear this suit. She'd started at a nine-years-old and swung from buildings and fought beside the Masked Mallard until she was twenty. Then she was shot – Negaduck took her alter identity that night, leaving her known as Gosalyn Mallard, daughter of (and successor) of mild-mannered Drake Mallard. She became incapacitated and she and her family were forced to travelled across South America to enlisted the aid of a physical therapist to rehabilitated her while Negaduck and the rest of the Fearsome Five assumed control of St. Canard’s underworld and took over several illegal operations within it. Drake and the gang found the doctor, however it led to a third encounter with Taurus Bulba (who was trying to use a mystical artifact to restore his organic form.) Fortunately, Bulba was defeated and the doctor was grateful that Darkwing and the others’ valiant heroics that saved her life and agreed to healed Gosalyn, although it took ten excruciatingly months. 

Eventually, Darkwing and his companions returned to St. Canard and barely defeated the Fearsome Five - with the help of the Justice Ducks and "Nightingale" that D.W. summoned - atop St. Canard after a protracted battle. However, Negaduck refused to be escorted to the authorities and activated an “insurance policy”: several grenades that were hidden under his coat that detonated, killing him in the process while Darkwing, his team the police and the battered Fearsome Four had barely escaped with their lives. It was certainly a close call that Sonia hasn't forgotten any time soon since she came very close to dying. Gosalyn had, of course, retaken up the Crimson Quackette mantle for a while (since Quiverwing’s “death” was broadcasted all over the news and social media outlets by Negaduck), but after a series of fierce arguments with her father… well, let's say that it didn't ended well.
 
Sonia reached out and touched the smooth, cool glass. The lights along the case gave a loud boom, then went out, one by one. Finally, the top light was extinguished, and the last thing the world saw of Quiverwing was the empty eyes that had once belonged to a little girl who'd fought so hard, so very hard, for a city that would soon forget her. 

The next case that Sonia stood in front of was Magnesium Mallard. Honker's costume was a black under-suit that had covered over his stomach, arms, legs, and neck, while everything else was left shielded by polished golden armor plating. He'd worn a blue-glass visor, giving off a faint glow that still illuminated the tower's darkness. He'd been the fourth to go, after the avian aviator known as Launchpad, his wife and Darkwing, but before Posiwing Duck. He hadn't truly been Magnesium, or maybe Magnesium hadn't really been Magnesium. Sonia had always secretly thought that Magnesium Mallard was the alter-ego of Arrow Kid, not the alter-ego of Honker Muddlefoot. In fact, the vampiress mused, Honker Muddlefoot was the true alter-ego of Arrow Kid, whose alter-ego was Magnesium Mallard. After so many years behind the cowl, Honker had stopped being ‘Honk’ and started being ‘Arrow Kid who pretended to be Honker who pretended to be Magnesium’. Still, Magnesium did belong in the case. Despite his timidity, he'd been a hero, and a pretty damned good one, no matter how hard he'd been pretending to be who he wasn't. He'd died a heroic death, having prevented Ghost Hunter from massacring a small town in South Korea at the age of seventy-five and sacrificed himself for his deeds.
 
The lights went at the same slow rate, and the slate-gray and beige colored 'MM' insignia was the last to go, giving Sonia one last look at her late friend’s preferred symbol. 

(I reach out to the sky... 
And call out your name... 
Oh, please let me trade... 
I would...)

The next costume to go dark would be Darkwing Duck. He'd been the greatest, the best of them all, though Sonia would always say that Magnesium Mallard was better. Darkwing had hid behind the name of Drake Mallard, and done more for St. Canard, and the world, as both than some people could dream of doing. Darkwing was vainglorious and arrogant, but there was definitely no question that he was self-righteous. He'd saved the world, inspired generations of heroes, defeated villains, and so, so much more. His death had been heroic, as well. Fifteen years ago at the age of ninety-four, he'd jumped into his mechanical ‘Darkwarrior’ battle armor and helped his grandson, Posiwing Duck, whose archenemy and terrible twin - Negawing Duck - had became a vampire. Negawing had cleverly manipulated Sonia’s un-beating heart by winning over her affection, renamed himself as “Necrowing” and ruled the city with an iron fist with an army of the vampires - infected St. Canard's civilians - backing him up. Recognizing the grave danger that befallen St. Canard as she had unintentionally created herself, Sonia had successfully convinced both Darkwing and Posiwing to assist them. Like something out of a graphic novel, the three heroes joined forces and together they rushed over to Necrowing’s lair with their anti-vampirism vaccine and arsenal of weapons, defeating and curing all his victims in the catacombs beneath St. Canard Cemetery. Unfortunately they ran out of the vaccine, and Necrowing still opposed a major threat to them. The Masked Mallards and the Hungarian vampiress lured Necrowing into the Tower where the heroes would have the advantages over the vampire. It was a risky gambit, but the heroes were very desperate to stop him.

However, their plan began unraveling when Necrowing had easily overwhelmed this enemies with his incredible might, and keeps to his word to make sure that Darkwing and Posiwing suffers for bringing shame to his family's legacy, by attacking the heroes with brutal bone-breaking techniques and dark energy blasts, almost bringing them to death, until at length he grew tired of the battle and felt that his ancestor Negaduck had further shamed his family by dying at Darkwing's hand. Finally becoming desperate, Posiwing activated a last-ditch effort, which had been a prototype solar energy machine developed by S.H.U.S.H. Off-guard and already claiming victory for himself, Necrowing dismissed the threat as a fool's errand until he was struck with the sunlight that was stored within the device and was overpowered; he realized how Negaduck lost to Darkwing in his final moments and he wound up paying the price of arrogance with his own life. Shrieking in a mixture outrage and anguish, he was then incinerated by the artificial sunlight, reducing him to a pile of ashes and bones. It was a harrowing battle, however the swords of justice pierced the denizens of darkness triumphantly once more, except this time with a tremendous price.
 
Unfortunately, Darkwing had sacrificed his life during the battle when he succumbed to his horrible lacerations, or rather, the life of Drake Mallard. Really, though, when Sonia thought about it, Darkwing had never really been the same after Gosalyn died at the age of fifty-one from natural causes as he’d been dead and just hadn't known it, and had been that way since he'd hung up his cape and mask. He'd become Darkwing Duck, and Drake had been the true mask.
 
Shortly after Drake Mallard’s funeral, Morgana had summoned the rest of her family and Sonia to her mansion so she could informed them that she was permanently leaving St. Canard. She offered no explanation for that either and was not heard from since. Morgana's family and the vampiress assumed that she went somewhere to start a new life in Transylvania. It’s time, Sonia thought, as the lights went out slowly, ever so slowly, for the purple, pink and gray outfit to return to the darkness, to join the wearer.
 
(And it feels... 
And it feels like... 
Heaven's so far away... 
And it stings...
Yeah, it stings now... 
The world is so cold...
Now that you've gone away...)

The Hungarian vampiress made her way to Posiwing Duck, to Dustin Mallard, the biological grandson of Drake and Morgana Mallard. He'd probably been the only one who'd managed what every superhero had wanted; Dustin had a rabbit wife named Bianca, one who'd proceeded her husband to the grave by three years as she passed away from a broken heart. He'd also had three fraternal half-breed triplets, two girls and a boy. They were grown now, and had been sixteen when they'd found out their father, still relatively young himself at the age of thirty-seven, had been found in the morgue. He'd mysteriously appeared there, arms folded across his chest, his taser gun clutched tightly in his right hand. He'd died of internal bleeding, but had taken down the entire Neo F.O.W.L. - a criminal organization - with a defective arsenal, still mourning for his grandfather and mentor.
 
The blue mask glared out at her, slowly fading to darkness as the night flickered. The last Sonia would ever see of Posiwing Duck was that navy blue and ivory white outfit, the one that she'd scoffed at so many years for having no creativity since it adorned an uncanny resemblance to Darkwing's uniform, but she knew that Posiwing was just as valiant as Darkwing and the others were.

(Gone away... 
Gone away... 
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah... 
Ooh...)
 
Launchpad McQuack was, of course, the last member of the original group that had started all of this when Darkwing accidentally crashed into his hangar during his first initial encounter with Taurus Bulba's henchmen  – had died as an old man at the age of eighty-two in a peaceful sleep twenty-eight years ago, surrounded by his sister Loopy McQuack, her descendants, Drake, Morgana, a fourteen-year-old Dustin, Dustin’s parents (Soleil McKnight and Dracon Mallard), Honker, Gosalyn, Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webbigail, Doofus, and Sonia herself. Three days later, his body was cremated and his sister took off from the airfield at Duckburg in her specially prepared aircraft. She had his ashes scattered into the Atlantic Ocean to honored his final request. It was a fitting end for a skilled pilot of his caliber.

(I reach out to the sky... 
And call out your name... 
Oh, please let me trade... 
I would...)
 
Instead of automatically turning off the light, Sonia reached out and through the case as her vampiric senses detected something. Her hand, intangible, reached and opened the case to the bomber flight jacket. Then she realized that she felt an object was hidden inside it and gingerly pulled out a yellow paper out of the box. She was surprised when she discovered it was actually a picture. Looking at the brittle picture, her jaw slackened. What had to be Gosalyn as a ten-year-old girl with fiery red pigtails, held by her adoptive father Drake Mallard, took up one half of the picture, while Launchpad McQuack stood with his hand on the shoulders of Morgana. It was an ideal picture of a perfect family, if a little abnormal. This is… it has to be. It’s his surrogate family. This must be one of the very few personal belongings that he had left behind, the vampiress thought sullenly to herself while a tear fell down her face silently.
 
Her friends – the closest people she had to as a family since her eight-year-old Amsel died back in 1904 from a terrible illness and her husband passed away in early May 1915 during the Second Battle of Ypres in the first World War - had been gone for a long time, but the wound, both mental and emotion, was, and forever would be, still raw. A small content smile was playing on her soft red lips at the sight of the cheerful faces beaming brightly  back at her from the aged picture. She sighed dejectedly while she put the picture back inside the pocket from where she found it, then the lights flickered off, and Sonia watched as the brown-and-cream aviator uniform, flight cap and goggles went black for the last time.

(And it feels... 
And it feels like... 
Heaven's so far away... 
And it stings... 
Yeah, it stings now... 
The world is so cold...
Now that you've gone away...)

Dark wings surrounded her in the derelict bridge tower, Sonia's body shimmered for a moment and then where she had been a bat was fluttering into the night as her mission was completed, leaving a single non-vampire bat to screech in her wake and the single hope that there would never be another need for these heroes. There was no one left to speak out for the fallen.
 
The time of superheroes was over.

(Gone away... 
Gone away... 
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah... 
Ooh...)


The End


End Note: It's been close to eight years since I've last completed a story, and I got to admit that writing this project was... rather [i]exhilarating. This chronicle was dedicated to the memory of one of my favorite childhood shows, Darkwing Duck, and to my old friends of the Old Haunt. I imagine that reading this story might be lost less pleasant than you might have anticipated, but then growing up is often unhappy and one has to take the bad mixed in with the good. For example, Sonia’s life is full of hardships and tragedies, but she strives to live so she could preserve the memories of her friends and family. This is technically a one-shot for now but if the inspiration strikes me I might write a full-fledged story, probably detailing an account of Darkwing, Gosalyn’s, and the others’ adventures that took place after the series ended and led up to the events of this story. Let me know what you think.[/i]

I know that some people might think that hope is gone ever since the Coronavirus pandemic had happened a few months ago and affected the entire world. But they're wrong. Hope's still there. And we shouldn’t lose hope because of this threat. I think America - and the rest of the world for that matter -  - will rise up, stronger than before now that one of our weakness has been shown to us – arrogance and prejudice. The great fall of every hero. The people living in the countries throughout the world are such heroes, but unlike others, this is not the end. Our crisis gave us a brand new perspective, therefore new hope. Peace, boys and girls and keep praying. God hears your prayer, wherever you believe in Him or not. I’m praying for anyone who's suffering personally at the hands of this pandemic. May hope come back to us soon, God bless you all and God bless America!

Before we depart company from each other, here’s a few fun facts in store for you. (#1) Magnesium Mallard is, of course, a not-so-subtle tribute to Iron Man. (#2) Quiverwing getting shot is an homage to the famous DC Novels “Knightfall” and “The Killing Joke”, although there is no Azrael parody involved and Gosalyn eventually made a full recovery, but was forced to leave the nest due to a series of fierce arguments she had with Darkwing. (#3) Taurus Bulba’s scheme is a reference to one of the “lost episodes” that someone once informed me on the Old Haunt, although I’ve long since forgotten the title of the episode. (#4) Gosalyn’s demise is a tragic reference to her voice actress, Christine Cavanuagh, who unfortunately passed away back in December 22, 2014. May she rest in peace. (#5) Soleil Mallard is a nod to Circus Soleil, my family and I were traveling to see them last year until we discovered that they cancelled the show when one of heir performers died. May he also rest in peace. (#6) Draco Macawber was an unused OC that I created back in 2014-15. Initially, I had intended for him to be an antagonist of a RPG plot that I planned to work on with Malicia with the idea her OC Lyra and my OC Negawing being the main characters with Draco seeking vengeance against his half-brother for disgracing their family's pride, but Mal declined. I respected her wishes and the concept with Draco was shelved until I partially brought it back for this story with the warlock going after Posiwing instead of Negs. I only regretted not creating the character much sooner, otherwise I'd probably done a fun three-way battle between him, Negawing and Negaduck13's OC Nega-Night. Speaking of which... Negawing's and Draco are about evenly matched in their normal forms, I believe he would have been overwhelmed by Draco if the warlock was given the chance to transformed. (#7) And last, but not least, the title is a reference to a poem named “First they came…” which was written by Rev. Martin Niemoller in 1945. He was put in a concentration camp from 1939 to 1945 for speaking out against the Nazi regime. The poem was a form of a prose post-war confession and it was about the cowardice of German intellectuals and certain clergy (including, by his own admission, [i]Niemoller himself) following the Nazis' rise to power and subsequent incremental purging of their own chosen targets, group after group until the fascist regime's own inevitable downfall.[/i]
 
Anyway, fun fact session is over and I believe that's enough for today. I wish you an excellent day. Stay home, stay safe, take care of yourselves and we will endure this crisis together.  Dwcape
"You want to know something funny? Even after everything you've done... I would have saved you." - Batman

"That actually is... pretty funny.""- Joker
(Batman to Joker before the latter's death in Arkham City video game, 2011)
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