Duck Dodgers

A silhouette of you

Prologue

This prison cell in which I've been held captive in is driving me nuts. For 9 months I've been cooped up in here, heh… no pun intended. The guards think I'm the notorious Drake Darkstar… but because of the betrayal of my friend, the cadet…the pig my name has no importance, no. Not anymore. I used to stand with my bill held high when I shouted my name with pride, now all I can do is lower my head in shame when I say my name. My full name.

I've been here for a while and the guilt overwhelms me with each passing sun and moon. The guards taunt me "the ducks gone quackers" "Ha ha protector of earth wannabe" The prisoners used to beat me up until they valued me as "part of the flock" This value only came when I stood on my own two webbed feet and turned the other cheek to an officer. In return for defending a fellow prisoner I was beaten until I was numb and was suspended from food and water for three days.

Drake Darkstar… the one duck which I find despicable and when the winds blow my course I will blast him into the next galaxy. As for the cadet I can't really blame him for what he did yet I still loathe him. Why? I'll admit I wasn't the best captain in the world and I did plenty wrong but he did assure me all was forgiven… well I thought that until he told the coppers I was Darkstar. As I was dragged away he even said, "He's much nicer to me then him" I immediately stopped struggling against my captors and hung my bill down in shame. Only now I wished I sent him to the sausage factory instead of his sickly dieing sister. Because he turned his back on me, he betrayed me and as I sit in this godforsaken prison cell I bet he's in the lap of luxury hogging all the glory with my double.

I hate my life and I hate those that were in my life. The officers, the pig, the duck, Hi-I.Q and lets not forget those Martians. But being the sneaky fledgling in which I was once called by my own mother I went to the chief 's room during an exorcise session and found my file. My record of all things brilliant if I do say so myself. Out of curiosity I ran through a DNA dohicky and found out that this Darkstar for whom I wanted dead was my…brother. I was sent to an orphanage when I was all but a chick but I didn't know I had a brother. Like they say blood is thicker then water but wouldn't be ironic if I was surrounded in his blood as he died? I find that funny.

However to change the subject I wish the moons ray would shine in my cell tonight, it's the only thing that keeps me sane. Its innocent glow, its silver beauty and when it does cast its gleam through my pathetic excuse for a window I find that I'm just a silhouette for my former happy self. Yes… a lowly shadow of what I once was, but the silver beam only reminds me that the people I want dead are heroes flying with the stars…