Thought I would be on a longer break, but I got this idea, combined it with one of my existing ideas, and a new project was born. Let's see how it goes, and I hope y'all enjoy it. Oh and BTW, this will be an AU…

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, and I have given Mr. North the first name of Anthony on my own.

Fearless Ferret: The Dark Ferret

Prologue

Hundreds of years ago, no one is quite sure just when exactly, an old Native American Shaman stood next to a lake of peaceful serenity. It had been said that a weeping goddess formed the lake millions of years ago. Hence the name, which is unpronounceable today, meant The Weeping Lake. It was the only place that would work for what had to be done.

A vengeful animal spirit, known only as Lakoti had been plaguing numerous tribes by killing off all of their best hunters. No tribe was spared. Navajo, Dakota, even the far off Omaha Tribe had been victims to this terrible spirit. It was only by a very resourceful young hunter, and a female friend of his, was the vengeful killing spirit caught. Even now, no one is quite sure how it was done, but all that is known is that both young people were never seen again.

The two had taken the spirit, which had been trapped inside a totem, to a powerful Shaman so that he could dispose of this dark and evil spirit properly. So here was the Shaman, standing next to The Weeping Lake, with his hand on the totem, and he was chanting a very old mantra, repeating it over, and over, for two sun cycles. He never ate, nor slept in this time.

Finally after the Sun God once again let the Moon take over for the second time, the old Shaman collapsed from exhaustion, and lack of water. He fell beside the totem, and wearily looked out upon the lake. A strong breeze suddenly kicked up, causing small white caps to form, and then the water began to swirl in the center of the lake. A column of water rose, and inside this twisting vortex, the old Shaman saw the screaming face of the animal spirit, as the lake imprisoned it for all eternity. The water column collapsed back into the lake, and calm returned to the surface.

Before the old Shaman let his life leave, he placed his hand on the now empty totem, and said one last phrase. The eyes of the totem glowed with a greenish yellow hue, and the old Shaman fell over dead. His body was burned, and his ashes were sprinkled at the base of the totem, where his spirit now resided.

Many years later:

Mr. Anthony North, a.k.a.: The Fearless Ferret, had been chasing a two-bit hood who had just knocked off one of Middleton's smaller banks. Chasing him on his Ferret Bike, The Fearless Ferret had reached speeds near 110 miles per hour. This robber was almost out-running him in a 1956 Thunderbird, who had just made a hard right turn heading out towards Crystal Tears Lake. The Fearless Ferret knew he had to catch up to this guy before he reached the campsite, because there were many trails and small caves all around the area where he could hide out. He would never find him.

Just as he entered the campsite, Anthony saw the head lights of the T-Bird, and they were moving back and forth. What is he doing? The Ferret thought.

Cutting his lights and killing the engine to coast in undetected, The Fearless Ferret came up behind a large row of hedges, and quickly ditched the bike. Peering over the hedge, he could see that the car had run into a fairly large mud hole, and the driver was stuck! He was rocking the car back and forth, trying to get free from the mud, but he wasn't having much success.

The Ferret quickly ran up to the side of the car, and knocked on the side window. The driver was so occupied with trying to get his car out of the mud, he didn't hear the knocking. The Fearless Ferret knocked louder.

This time the driver heard him, looked to his left, and grabbed something on the seat beside him. The Ferret quickly moved out of the way as the bullet shattered the window! The driver immediately jumped out of the car, eyes wild, swinging the gun around, and looking for the weirdo in a ferret costume. He suddenly heard a voice that seemed to come from everywhere.

"OK, punk. You know your not going to get away, so why not just drop the gun, and then we can talk about the situation."

"The man shot a couple times in random directions, and yelled out, "Where are you, FREAK? I'm NOT going back to the slammer!" He fired a couple more times not even aiming.

Suddenly a small silver ball plopped in the mud next to his left foot. He looked down to see what it was when it split open, and released a cloud of white smoke that instantly made his throat start to close up. Then he felt a stinging sensation on the hand that was holding the gun, and he raised his hand to look, and he saw a thin line of blood on the palm of his hand, and no gun!

Coughing and gagging, the robber began to stumble out of the cloud of gas, and then felt a body tackle him and throw him to the ground! The two rolled for a bit, and when he suddenly stopped, there was no one else with him! In fact, the other person who had tackled him was now standing over him as he rose to his knees and began coughing, trying to catch his breath.

"Ready to give up, punk?"

"As if…" The thief launched himself at the midsection of the costumed do-gooder, and knocked him off of his feet. They rolled again, but this time, the thief was able to launch the would-be hero off of him with his legs, and flung him into the lake!

The Fearless Ferret stood up after landing in the cold water, dripping wet, and he was very angry. "That does it, kid!"

In a couple long strides, the Ferret was out of the lake water, and accelerating towards the thief. He launched himself at his target, and caught him on the chin with a windmill kick, sending water flying from his soaked boot, and spittle from the thief's mouth. He went down like a sack of potatoes.

The thief's eyes quickly fluttered open as the Ferret took hold of his collar, and hoisted him up to eye level. "Do you know how many laws you have broken mister? Let alone how pissed off I am that I'm soaking wet?"

To accentuate his point, The Ferret flicked a single claw out from his Ferret Glove, and held it up to the man's nose. "I should just take care of scum like you, so you don't take up time in the legal system. Do you know that the people you shot might not live?" Spit was flying from between his clenched teeth as he screamed at his prey.

Prey? The Ferret thought. Why am I thinking of him as prey? Before Anthony could form another thought, he heard his own voice again, but it was if he wasn't the one speaking.

"You know what, Punk? I've got five reasons here that remind me why I shouldn't let you go." His grip tightened on the thief's collar, starting to choke him.

"One," He flicked the mans nose with the already extended claw, "You got lucky back at the bank. I pulled that little old lady out of the way of your car before you ran her over.

"Two," He flicked out another claw, "I almost wiped out my new motorcycle chasing you here.

"Three," The Ferret released another spring-loaded claw. "You shot at me.

"Four," Another claw came flying out from it's holder, narrowly missing the mans eye as he flinched. "I'm soaking wet!

"And five," The last claw snapped into place, sending a bit of water into the man's face. "You pissed me off!"

Before Anthony knew what had happened, his clawed hand raked across the thief's face, sending him a few feet way from the hit. He kicked him again in the face, spinning him around, and the man finally fell. Before he knew what was happening, The Fearless Ferret was on top of the thief punching him everywhere on his body. Face, stomach, ribs… he even kneed him I the family jewels. It was as if he didn't have any control over what he was doing! Anthony could feel bones breaking under the assault of his fists. He felt so… angry!

On the last hit to the man's stomach, Anthony North saw the man's eyes bug out, and a bit of blood formed at the corner of the mouth. His hand felt warm and a little sticky. He looked down at the man's stomach, and saw that his hand was buried inside the guy's guts! He must have struck out with the claws extended!

He immediately pulled is hand out with a sickening slorp, and fell backwards, shocked at what he had done. He stumbled backwards a ways, bumped into the Thunderbird, and slid down the cold metal of the car door. He landed in a sitting position with his back against the car, and he just sat there, looking at the dark liquid that was now dripping from his blood-soaked hand. A small bit of flesh was dangling from a couple of the Ferret Claws.

Unknown to him, the eyes of the Ferret headpiece began to glow with an eerie green light. Then he heard a voice in his head.

Hello Anthony. Or should I say… Fearless Ferret? I must thank you for releasing me from that wretched water prison! I can sense your fear, Anthony. I can… smell it. Do you know what you have done?

"No… I mean… yes!" Anthony quickly wiped his hand on the leg of his suit, and in the dim light of the full moon, he noticed that the blood literally soaked into the material. "Wh… who are… you? Where are you?" He spoke aloud.

I am… everywhere. I am now a part of you. I am, or rather I was, Lakoti. But now I am… The Fearless Ferret!

Anthony's voice echoed across the still water of the lake as he screamed…

Well, is this a good start? Let me know what ya think…