Sitting there in meetings waiting for the next information to come, why had he waited for so long. He should had done this from the beginning. His foot moved up and down, making his leg shake. He was normally calm, but for some reason today he was anxious. His best friend Alex was that girl's brother. He was across the country in a meeting. He didn't know she was having a hard time. He didn't hate her. He just bullied her. Well they were enemies. You know like when a kid likes a girl he throws sand in her hair. Yeah that's pretty bad now that he thought about it. He couldn't concentrate on anything today. He looked out the window, and it was darkening out. The room had a soft glow, a fire going. The popping of the wood could be heard. And the keeper sat not too far from the fireplace to keep watch. Drinks of whiskey and snacks passed all around. conversations seemed to be a small background noise to the room. No one spoke over each other. So he didn't know why, actually he had an idea but he hoped to be wrong. 

He had gotten all of the information on her late and hoped he had enough time to catch her. But what he didn't know was that she had so many enemies. The very same girl who was shy and quiet, kept to themselves. 

Not able to concentrate on anything, he was lost in thought. It was annoying, when he first saw her, she was pretty. Too pretty in fact but she never acted better than anyone. She was very conservative, respectful, and mindful. Not very many people were. She liked to investigate things. Put projects together. Draw even. She liked the quiet. He knew more about her in those few moments of passing than he did in the entire time he had known about it. It still didn't excuse that fact that he was an asshole towards her. It didn't matter if she was having a hard time or not. Yeah he's definitely an asshole, she always called him that, or devil. He almost chuckled and remembered he was in a room full of people for a meeting. 

Zoning in and out of the conversations, he finally heard a knock. As the doors opened the guard turned to look at him, he nodded. The guard let the man in, walking around the massive room. It had a resting area, furniture nicer than most had seen, it was black, with a gold trim. It matched with the dark colored, going with vibes smoothly. He was a sophisticated person, quiet. But he still talked within the circles of their world. But Adeline didn't, and he kind of knew that, but not as much as he should. As the man came up to him whispering in his ear. 

“Sir..you need to go now. Adeline is the woman their after. They will kill her. She's in the city. I finally found her. She just got her two days ago. Since she's been missing for almost a month. I think she came back to speak with you. She left a message in blood. And I quote “The Devil will know what you did and you'll burn for this” that's the name she called you right?” The man stated. 

“Well among many yes. I believe she's trying to reach out. Was she injured, if you know?” He asked the man. 

“Sir you need to know, two days ago, she was in her adoptive parents mansion and and incident happened..you won't like it sir.” The man said. 

“James tell me what happened.” his voice demanded a little loudly.  

Everyone flinched, quieting down to look at him, he nodded and looked back at James. he sighed and spoke.

“Sir, the people that normally bully her found her that night in her hiding spot, and..ahem..the unthinkable. They stole her purity. She's no longer able to have children. They made sure she was..what one of them said and I quote “a used whore.” And uhm she has bruises. Also she was last sighted with wounds everywhere.” James said. 

He stood up, he looked to his most trusted man and nodded. 

“Meeting is adjourned for now. Please exit immediately, we have some place to be, we will discuss things later.” his trusted man said, 

Without arguments, they followed out of the room. Exiting to their cars. He walked into the hall going to his room to get changed, like he was going to war. He put on all black, it was easier to wear his outfit like he was going to war, easier to maneuver in. He put his swords and knives in the compartments in his coat. Quickly getting ready, he switched his fancy dress up shoes and put on his boots, they tracked the snow better. It was easier to walk on ice if needed. 

As he finished, he didn't wait for a driver. He walked to the main area of the house. 

“For all those who are loyal to Alex and I, follow me. We are going to war to protect his sister Adeline. She's in trouble. Since you all have learned from me. We won't be traveling by car. We will track her by the bodies she's leaving behind. Follow me. I won't wait for you, so keep up while you can.” He ordered and they all nodded and stood on guard for war. 

Guns and swords could be heard being put in their rightful places. men and women alike getting ready to protect the princess of mafioso. He was proud, he hand picked each and every one of them. They trained hard, with blood sweat into tears into the family. They were loyal. He would use they to the best of their ability. 

“ Yes sir.” They all announced as they all finished getting ready. 

Changing clothes from suits to fighting outfits. From fancy shoes to boots, guns, swords, daggers, bullets, arrows, bows. Throwing knives. Tnt, if needed. Enough to level a city block definitely. Seeing them finish, he felt her. 

Suddenly he walked over to the massive balcony and jumped, the wind blowing up his coat. His hair blew up. As he landed on his feet lightly, crouching, getting serious. He was the God of death and shadow. So he used his power to run through the trees, going towards the city. He could hear his men chasing his tails. Moving through the harsh winds, not making a sound. Like a death wraith in the shadow, hunting for their prey. As they came close to the edges of the city, stepping on the edge of the forest, looking out into the city lights. 

He could smell blood not far, he saw men running about, marching, and then he heard it. Her name being called over the radios. Then he heard two generals talking about how to take her down. His hands bunched into fists, he began to feel a burn of hot anger sour through him. He clenched his jaws so hard he though his teeth were going to break. 

So he disappeared and two shadow portals appeared and his head popped out of one. 

Suddenly he grabbed the man from behind by the face and squeezed, as he spoke into the man's ear. 

“Is that right? How far do you think you'll get?” He asked, and the other man ran, but he ran right into the portal. 

Zayne grabbed a dagger, and listened to the man become the biggest pussy, slicing his throat. And stabbed the other as the man walked right out of the portal. 

His men followed in pursuit, “Find her, I want all the information you can get, kill all who stand in your way, and I want her alive and safe. If you see her bleeding or injured, kill anyone who gets in her way, or harms her understood?” He ordered, they all stood up straight. 

“Yes sir.” They quietly moved out and went to find her trail. 

As he turned and walked, wind blew his coat and hair around. He could feel her, he could smell the blood. He closed his eyes concentrating, he could feel her moving. her brother Was supposed to be across the country. But today was the third day so he had to be here by now. As he looked around watching men run, cars stopped and waved off. Bodies along the side, trails of blood everywhere. 

Each group of matching men that moved past him, he sped through and killed them for her. He did it with such grace and power, it didn't even feel like he moved. As he went on walking he continued to follow her trail of blood and saw the message James was talking about. Although it was almost gone. It was still there which means she used more than blood. She wanted him to see it, so she was asking for help. He was proud of her for getting this far. As he passed buildings and alleyways, he saw cars moving into closed parking lots and taxis being stopped only to be let go. 

It was like the city was shut down, who betrayed Alex he wondered. It had to be someone high up. But as far as he knew, his sister knew he was still alive right? No, was that why she ran off? He cursed, as he made it easily through another group of men. A woman appeared by his side. 

“Sir..she's down that way, close to the bridge.” The woman said. 

She was right, he could feel her, her pain and anger. She was closer to death, he followed. The more he tapped into that feeling, the more he could feel her. She had gotten this far. The line of bodies was higher, he started talking more out, her fear trying to blind him. 

The fact that she was scared and still going, gracefully dropping bodies like giving candy to a baby, he kept moving towards her. 

He watched as she spun and flipped in the air. She even used teeth, yes that's it, keep going. 

Zayne was close. She could see her finally, well he could see a better view of her. 

She was covered in blood, from head to toe. He almost growled out, but he pushed past the masses, killing then off so fast as he made his was closer. Finally getting through, one was talking to her. He didn't bother to get a name. 

He was livid, not only was she covered in her enemies blood, but her own. She cuts and bruises. Her clothes were torn, he could see her wounds. Her feet looked terrible. She was barefoot. Her hair tangled, She looked like a beast from hell, he didn't care. As he stepped forward he listened to what the man was saying 

“Haha, the famous killer, dies either by bullet or jumping. Well just say you tried to kill yourself.” the man said. 

And without think he spoke up, he didn't mean to, it just came out without thinking. 

“You will do nothing of the sort..touch her and you're dead.” He growled out. 

Everyone gasped to see the famous notorious family mobster. The good of death. 

Then he watched her, his head fell to the side slightly studying her, as she called them all pussies. 

“See if you can catch me. I bet you won't, you pussies!!” She screamed, flicking them off. 

He watched her look over the side, he started to step forward, then he knew what she was going to do. He took a deep breath. As she stepped up, she turned to look at him with a sad smile. He shook his head. God please no. He had never felt so much fear in his life. Shit, she was going for it, she spoke to him directly, for the first time in a long time. 

He had never felt fear like this before, except directly from her, suddenly she moved herself over the side and dove head first. He ran after her only to be a second too late, and suddenly her brother was right next to him. Zayne growled. him and Alex began to kill one after one, finding their leader. 

The man was short, stubby and fat, even balding. Zayne watched as the man's mouth smiled in a sinister smile, well you'd the if anything head learn that a man powers he could control his speed even appear behind him using shadow. But apparently the man was human after all so he was really low on intelligence. The gun pointed at Alex back while Alex fought, zayne did just that, appeared in the fat man's shadow, and leaned down just a bit in the man's ear. 

“Since you like playing dirty, I'll do you one better.” He whispered, cutting the man's throat open. 

Finally coming to an end, began to use his chi, and float, watching for her to break the surface of the water. As he watched Alex killed them using time, rotting them out. not caring what he looked like he watched and kept watching, he didn't realize she was already in the trees, he looked over and saw small footprints, He came back down onto the bridge and quickly went around. So not to scare the humans. Using shadow to make himself faster. He finally made his way to the trees. Adrenaline pounding in his veins, burning him. He could smell her blood, he could feel her as if he were touching her, she was close. 

She seemed to have walked far, the wind somewhat blocked by the trees, he kept going, snow crunching under his boots. He could feel the pull of death. He cursed, he couldn't let her die, hoping her brother made the deal in time. He suddenly saw her. He looked back to see how far she had gotten, she'd gotten pretty far. The moon high in the sky, she looked soaked and cold but most of all beautiful even in her last moments. She had given up, he shook his head, he wouldn't let her. Even if he had to break ever law and every rule of nature to bring her back he would. 

Her eyes dull, he could hear her breath loud in the air around them. She seemed to be looking at him but nothing at all. As he finally reached her, she was still aware of him but her senses were fading fast. She was going blind, next would be her feeling, then her hearing back to back. He let his head fall to the side as he reached her. 

He crouched down, her cheeks were cold, he sat in the snow and had her law down, he took off his coat and put it on her. 

“If you're here to kill me, get it over with and fast, I'm dead anyway.” She said before he sat down. 

“I'm here to be here with you in her last moments.” He said. 

“Haha you're here to mock me too huh?” She spoke in a soft tone but it was sarcastic. 

He wanted to flinch, but didn't “no I don't make those in their moments.” He said. 

As they sat there and talked, he realized she was alone, she'd never enjoy the simple things. He'd make sure she did in her next like. 

“You don't have to worry about that, how about I send you back and you can get your own revenge yes..You'll be able to change your own destiny and make it better for yourself and meet new people than who you know in this life. What do you say?” Alex stated. 

“So you finally made them listen huh time?” He asked. 

As they finally set up the arrangement, he finally got her to relax. He put his hand over her eyes, time squatted down and helped him send her consciousness Back instead of her entire body. He sent her everything she needed into her consciousness and let it take. Her off into nineteen- thirty-two. A time before it all started, giving her time to build her up and as well. To be continued…

1932

EXT. DUCK POND - DAY.

Quackers floats peacefully in the serene water of his local pond. Bread is scattered along the edges of the tide and shoreline like the shattered remains of his dark memories. Violence, anger, vendettas. He couldn't close his black, beady eyes without the images of his past haunting him. A mournful quack escapes his beak. Suddenly, something feels...off.

The wind starts to pick up, static electricity generates in the air, it's as if a flash storm has rolled through, until a portal opens right over the sleepy pond, spitting out a lone warrior into its now-roiling waters. Adeline. A dozen ninjas, concelead head to toe in black garb, sputter out after her. They fall one by one into the pond, now a muddle of bodies and water. They begin to close on her. 

FLASHBACK

1931

INT. WAREHOUSE LABORATORY

"Quackers, you have to fight!"

Quackers looks back at his mentor, Dr. Devin Motorcycle. He's bloodied and bruised. There are feathers everywhere. He pulls his wings through his tactical vest and lets it drop to the floor, next to his small orange, webbed feet. 

"No. Never again. I've seen too much. Killed too many. I'm done, Dr. Motorcycle. If I continue down this path, I'm going to be no better than those thugs, robbing innocent people, shacked up in abandoned buildings, smoking quack. That's not me. I won't let it happen. I'll never fight again."

BACK TO - PRESENT DAY

EXT. DUCK POND - DAY.

Quackers sees the ninjas circling Adeline. Every feather on his body is telling him to fly away and never look back. But he knows what he has to do. From under his wing, he pulls a custom-Tatsumoto katana...

1932

EXT. DUCK POND - NIGHT. 

Quackers slew ninja after ninja, his katana sending clean-cut body parts in all directions. Legs dangled off tree branches, arms bobbed in the shallows, heads landed in the grass surrounding the banks. A tummy full of fresh bread energized his blows, each delivered with a powerful quack. Adeline still seemed unresponsive, depleted by the effects the time portal had on her, but Quackers' fury was enough for the both of them. By the time he finished, there seemed to be a body for every feather floating in the murky red waters.

FLASHBACK

1912

EXT. NICARAGUAN JUNGLE - DAY.

"Retreat! RETREEAAAT!"

Quackers waddled skillfully through the jungle brush, bullets sending debris of leaves and branches everywhere. Damn that fat bastard President Taft. He hadn't mentioned this kind of resistance when he briefed them about the mission. Quackers' twin brother, Honkers, was around here somewhere. He fluttered messily over a log and tumbled down a muddy embankment, turning in a rush only to halt completely, stopping practically nose-to-beak with a grizzled rebel combatant. And shit. He'd dropped his gun. All of a sudden, a voice shouted from the dense jungle.

"Yo! Hombre!"

"Eh?"

Out stepped Honkers, two lines of black warpaint drawn across his feathery cheeks, and a tiny camo bandana tied around the top of a duck head so small you could hold it between your finger and thumb. 

"What's a duck's favorite ballet?"

"Eh?"

Honkers pulled out an enormous machine gun. 

"The Nutquacker, bitch."

RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT. 

He didn't stop shooting, black smoke wafting off the machine gun.

RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT. 

Click.

Click.

BACK TO - PRESENT DAY.

1932.

EXT - ON THE PARK GRASS - DAY.

"Wake up, Adeline! Wake up!"