Prequel: Raising Hell

It wasn't possible to overdose on violence.

Not for the newly crowned King of Crime himself, the guy who put the.. well, 'hater' in dictator, the most feared, the most loathsome, Negaduck.

Yet he may have overdone it slightly on the looting. 

"Man, I don't remember anything after torching the St Aves Convent." A groan, albeit a content one, as he rolled over on the pile of coins and other treasures he had sprawled out on like a dragon. "Must have been all those sacred hearts."

His own city though. His own Tower of Torment. His own subjects to be subjected to his own cruel, unendingly evil desires.

Nothing could ruin this.

    • Celeste O Emberwing
      Celeste O Emberwing

      A small female voice piped up  suddenly from a nearby barrel over brimming with jewelry and trinkets. “ ewwwwwww....this ring still has a finger in it...it’s turning green like a moldy sausage...” the ring encircled finger flew out of the barrel with a mixed splatting clinking sound and landed near his feet as the individual in the barrel shifted around within.

      • Negaduck
        Negaduck

        "What're you doing that's the best bit."

        So suddenly had recovering the 'finger food' snapped him out of his reverie that it took Negaduck a moment to register who had thrown it. 

        "Wait a sec."

        Reaching into the barrel he hauled up something by what felt like a leg. 

        And immediately dropped it. 

        "Eww, a child."

        Not only did it have its grubby little hands all over his loot, he had touched it! Disgusting. 

        "How'd you get in here?"

        Better find out where the child-sized holes were in his security so he could patch them up. With razor wire. And child-seeking death lasers. 

        • Celeste O Emberwing
          Celeste O Emberwing

          “you told me to sit in there and stay quiet...” the young teenager stated, poking her head out of the barrel “Can I come out and use the bathroom now? It’s been a few hours, Lord Negaduck, Your Eminence, sir...” she brushed what looked like more bits of body parts out of her short curly auburn hair. Her feathers were a soft tan, with teal patches around both hazel eyes and white underlines beneath them. Her bill was a shade between yellow and orange and she wore a ragged black T-shirt with a red skull decal on it and faded jeans. She was small for her age, but lively. And unperturbed by blood, from the look of how much was crusted into her feathers. Most of it didn’t seem to be hers.

          • Negaduck
            Negaduck

            "Why in Hades would I want a bite-sized brat sticking around for?"

            Normally this would be rhetorical but he really couldn't place any of this. Better keep talking until a suitable method of disposal came to mind.

            Bathroom break. Pah. This was exactly why he couldn't stand children. Every sentence was "feed me" this, "don't parboil my parents alive" that. 

            • Celeste O Emberwing
              Celeste O Emberwing

              “You said something about if you had to be saddled with an “that annoying little goody two shoes, and she wouldn’t shut up, but she wouldn’t tell you the one thing you wanted to know, maybe she’d tell me”,...Sir,” she added respectfully, then sat back in the barrel, waiting for him to gather his thoughts.  She had no idea who the she he had spoke was, but given that he hadn’t plucked her feathers off then restock them with boiling tar or a vast number of other gory scenarios he had happened to mention during his rampage, she felt it was best to only speak when spoken to or asked something and just sit quietly as possible. That and she was a bit in awe of the master criminal . He was a legend, all things considered.

              • Negaduck
                Negaduck

                "Uh huh, right."

                Not that he was really listening, he was too busy loading a catapult to fire out the window.

                "Wait, goodytwoshoes?"

                That did ring bell, now she mentioned it.

                "Yes, I can see how that would work..."

                How incredible his mind was. So incredible, and yet he forgot to remove her from the firing bay before the timing mechanism went off.

                Whoops?

                • Celeste O Emberwing
                  Celeste O Emberwing

                  “ You also mentioned something about a goat or maybe a ram...and some kind of code...you made it sound either very valuable or destructive or both,” she added,  eyeing the catapult uncertainly as he loaded the barrel into it. Sure lay he wasn’t actually going to throw and enire barrel of treasure away just to get rid of her...or apparently he WAS.  

                   

                  “or maybe it’s not that valuable but since you said all the other villains were after it like Destrucktoduck I thought you might want to get to it fiiiiiiiiirst,” she called, her voice trailing off in a rapid, high pitched, frantic note as the catapult launched her out through a broken window in the side of the warehouse and through the air...thankfully out into the bay, where the barrel  bobbed back to the surface, now plus one passenger, a small octopus, who looked none too happy as he peered up at her and spat out salt water.

                   

                  ”Guess it wasn’t that important after all...oh well..” she  looked down at the pearl necklace and jewels in the barrel  around her then began stuffing it in her pockets. Always make the best of an odd situation.

                  • Negaduck
                    Negaduck

                    Her explanation must have struck something besides a mollusc because no sooner had she began stuffing than a hook caught her by the back of the collar and lifted her out of the polluted salt water aka sludge.

                    "You're right, I did have a plan," holding the fishing rod aloft, Negaduck was still barely paying attention, but at least the evil gears had started to turn again. "An amazing plan befitting of my genius."

                    Plonking her down on the bridge, he fished - pun pun - around for something in his jacket.

                    "Only point being, do you think you can bond with this?"

                    The dramatics implied something horrid, but what he revealed to her what the photograph of a sweet little girl with red ringlets and the most endearing smile. It wasn't horrid. It was an abomination. 

                    • Celeste O Emberwing
                      Celeste O Emberwing

                      She blinked, confused, because the picture looked like a little girl...but more like a doll brought to life. And oversized doll, the kind girlie girls played with. All frills and lace and so much PINK...so much of it...who on Earth dressed like that?? Her face instinctively twisted into a look of disgust,” Cute kid...did a an eighteenth century grandma puke on her or what? That is...a grotesque amount of pink...”

                       

                      She rung her shirt out on the dock. “ So...what..you need a babysitter? Cause if you need someone to braid hair and make outfits like that..that’s a little beyond the point of what my sugar tolerance can handle without inducing lethal levels of diabetic shock, but if you need me to watch the kid, read her stories, whatever, I can do that. I did that at the orphanage for a lot of the little kids and a few of the babies when the  adults were too drunk or stoned or just didn’t want to deal with them.”

                      • Negaduck
                        Negaduck

                        "What'd I ask for, your life story?" Always the empathetic one. "Look, worst case, keep tabs her and report back to me. Last thing I need is Miss Sweetness and Light hanging around any more good influences."

                        Good luck with that.

                        Flicking across the photograph, Celeste would see the home aka holding centre address scrawled on the back. "No absconding without permission. No touching my stuff. Absolutely no cleaning."

                        How one little girl could cause so much neatness in the one place was astonishing and revolting. Bwergh.

                        "And most importantly," He leaned down - this was to be kept quiet. "You get her to mention anything about a code, and you can name your reward."

                        She could burn down as many orphanages as she wanted, even.

                        • Celeste O Emberwing
                          Celeste O Emberwing

                          She blinked, her eyes lighting up, smirking, as a cunning expression crossed her face, “ I can name my price as in...weapons of mass destruction...explosives...even, dare I say, a motorcycle of my own? I could even have dibs on, let’s say, a certain target, such as...oh... the former head of my orphanage or ...blowing up my school?” She grinned “ You got a deal. No cleaning. Keep tabs on Miss Sugar and Spice and Everything Frilly and Pink, no absconding without express permission, no touching anything I’m not told to touch, anything about a code and I report directly to you...” she paused, pulling the handful of jewels out of her pockets that she’d stuffed in,” AND I get to keep this as a down payment. Consider it simplifying your problem, you know, Incase I need to buy something to eat for the kiddo, or  likewise keep her buttered up and out of your feathers. This way I don’t have to run back to you to ask for cash, right?”

                          • Negaduck
                            Negaduck

                            "Eh, whatever." He didn't appreciate the pilfering but it would be worth a whole truck load of jewels if she delivered. "Go to that address, speak to the meatball called Herb. He and his ball and chain are setting up something a bit more homely to keep the little crib lizard contained."

                            The whole urban vibe wasn't his deal, but it was better than another glitter bomb going off in the Tower. Or another torture chamber turned into a cafe for rescued kitties.

                            "You get the code, you can have a whole truckload of bikes and TNT."

                            Maybe not together. That would be a bad combination. But then what would he care? Right, not wasting TNT.

                            "Now get out of my sight. I've got a whole world to ruin."

                            And man Negaduck couldn't wait to get to it.

                            • Celeste O Emberwing
                              Celeste O Emberwing

                              The girl didn’t question her orders...until she saw the hellacious put that awaited her. Both the house and the one next to it looked more like they should be condemned. Taking a deep breath she walked up and knocked on the door.

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