Dewey Duck's Abduction
Chapter 20
"The guests of honor."
Webby still had her mother's knife, and as she made a move and slashed at her. Mrs. Vanderquack gasped, then groaned. She squeezed her hand and held it to her chest as blood dripped to the floor.
Webby watched mesermized as Mrs.Vanderquack glared at her.
"WEBBY!"
Webby's head snapped up just as Edward snatched up Huey and Louie. She tried getting to them but Mrs.Vanderquack snarled, ignored the pain in her hand, and grabbed Dewey who had tried pulling his brother's back, but failed.
Webby was shaking but took step foward, the knife out stretched.
"Not one more step." Mrs. Vanderquack snarled. She held Dewey in front of her like a shield making Webby freeze. "I still have half a mind to kill this one myself. Do you really want that on your conscience?" She asked.
Webby's entire arm trembled and as she looked into Dewey's frightened face she slowly put her arm to her side and dropped the knife. Mrs. Vanderquack smile widen even more as the knife made a clinging sound.
"Now, I suggest you cooperate." She told her. "Unless you want something horrible happening to them on our way to the location."
Mrs. Vanderquack looked towards the door. Webby followed her gaze and saw Phantom Blot standing there, staring at them silently. She gulped.
"Don't worry, darling." Mrs. Vanderquack cooed at her. Webby slowly turned to look back at her, tears swelling up in her eyes. "I'm not going to have him do what he did to this one." She snickered, getting up real close to Dewey's face.
Dewey's heart pounded hard against his. This lady was scary beyond all reasoning. He could only image what Webby must feel about her.
"But I will if you cause any trouble." She finished. "Now move!" She ordered indicating the door. Webby felt the blood rush to her ears as she walked on ahead of them and out the door. She saw her mother swipe up her knife with her bleeding hand and gripped at it tightly while holding it close to Dewey's neck.
Huey and Louie were struggling against Edward's grip while Louie tried talking his way out of their situation as they walked down the corridor and passed Darkwing who was still laying motionless on the floor. Webby wished she could try something, anything, to get them out of this. But again, she had failed.
She was a failure.
An utter and complete failure...
They walked a bit more, and out of the building the same van that took Gosalyn and Louie had just pulled up. It was still dark out and most of what Webby could see of their surroundings wasn't helpful. She wished she could use her night vision goggles, but didn't want to draw the other's attention to the fact she had it on her.
Webby did noticed that the van was being driven by egg shaped headed minions. She wondered where they came from and if there were more of them.
"Get in." Mrs. Vanderquack snapped at her.
Webby slowly hopped up the step and got in first. She quickly sat down on the two bench's on either side of the van as Dewey was thrown in next, followed by Huey, and then Louie last. Mrs. Vanderquack slammed the door to the van quickly as all three boys jumped up at once.
She and Edward turned to get into the front of the van with the egg shaped minions.
"Come on, Dad!" Louie tried again as Huey sat on the opposite bench while Louie walked up to the barred window up front that separated them. "You, You really going to let them hurt us?" He asked as the van slowly began to move.
Huey scowled at the word 'Dad,' while Dewey just looked at him, sadly.
Edward said nothing as they drove on, making Louie give up on the talking and slowly sit down next to Huey looking rather hurt.
Edward glanced back at the kids, the stab of guilt he had been feeling for the past eleven years was still there. To the point of no return. He dreaded to see the look on Della's face if he ever were to see her through out all this. Of course he would. He had the kids.
His eyes settled on the red kid. He thought he heard the other one say that his name was Huey. He made a sour face. Wasn't his first choice for a name for his kid, but then again after he bailed on them he had no right to think that.
The memory of the last time they saw each other and the days that came before that as they drove to the location.
"You can't be serious, Della! I'm with Donald. You have kids on the way. It's to risky!" Edward had said, as he watched Della about to leave the house. She paused and looked back over at him, more sad then happy.
She slowly put a hand up to his cheek and leaned in close to him.
"Come on, Eddie. It's for the kids is why I'm doing this!" She exclaimed. "Don't you want them to have something all their own once we are gone?" Della asked. "I want to leave them something that's worth more then gold, more then adventure, even more then us." She said.
More then them?
Edward didn't think there was anything else in the world more then them.
Being a family.
But once Della had made up her mind to do something. There was no talking her out of it.
Once Della was gone and it's been over three whole weeks since the boys had hatched. Edward was having a mental break down. He couldn't take it. Couldn't take how they looked so much like Della, and didn't seem to have any of his traits in them.
"You can't be serious!" Donald said once Edward explained how he was feeling. "They are the best part of you and Della!"
But Edward didn't see it. Without Della he was totally lost. Just a hopeless loser bent on going back to his own ways of scheming. But he schemed the wrong people that time, and he had been scheming ever since to try and get himself out of the mess he had gotten himself into. He's gotten in too deep and feared he'd never bring himself up out of it.
The only person who can possibly be able to do that was Della, and perhaps Donald who knew him better then even he knew himself.
But was he seriously thinking that even they'd help him out after all these years? After what he's done and what he's continuing to do?
What he did, It had haunted him to this very day, and still no matter how often he wished it hadn't gone down that way, it wouldn't change the fact that he had been a horrible father, and whatever happened next, he deserved it.
"We're here!" Mrs. Vanderquack said, a bit too eagerly for Edwards taste.
He looked and saw the big laser aimed to the sky, Bradford and his buzzard partners standing around it as the egg headed minions made some last minute repairs to it. His heart pounded hard against his chest when he saw the three test tube like containers near the base of the laser all with his kids signature colors on the front.
"Come on, Dad." The green one had said. "Are you really going to let them hurt us?"
The van parked near the buzzards who looked towards them as he and Mrs. Vanderquack got out of the car.
"Ah. The guests of honor has finally arrived." Bradford snickered.
Mrs. Vanderquack opened the back of the van as he and his partners rounded slowly over to them. He peered at their wide eyed and scared faces and chuckled under his breath. It was all going according to plan...
"Gosalyn, dear." Bulba said in a fake sweet voice that made Gosalyn want to punch him in the face. "Why don't you go on ahead?" He asked, shoving her forward as they came to the lab where she and her grandpa use to spend hours together in.
Gosalyn slowly walked into the old laboratory. Clearly something had happened in here way before they even got there. She saw a chair that looked like it had been kicked away from the door when she walked in, saw some dry blood on the floor near the steel door cabnet, and one of the one of the beakers were empty.
She wondered what went down in here, and decided that whatever happened she was glad they hadn't been here to witness it.
Gosalyn looked towards Violet and Lena who Falcon had been guarding the entire ride there. Graves hadn't said a word the entire time and Gosalyn had a sense that he was still sore about Bulba treating him the way he did.
She wondered if she could use that to her advantage somehow and save Lena and Violet.
Bulba came in slowly after Gosalyn while Falcon Graves lingered in the doorway. Bulba studied the liquids in the beaker as Gosalyn slowly opened the cabinet door hoping she wouldn't find a dead body. Instead something on the floor caught her eye and she quickly picked it up before Bulba noticed.
It was a piece of paper.
Gosalyn skimmed it quickly and her heart sank.
A paper that had been part of her Grandpa's journal!
Someone had torn it out and left it here for her to find.
She quickly put that in her jacket pocket before Bulba had a chance to take notice and take that away from her too.
Graves notices though, but didn't say a thing. He was done being a lackey to these people. He watched with interest as the girl waited nervously for Bulba to say or do something.
Bulba, seeing that he had been to absorbed in what was in the beakers, quickly looked up suddenly and his eyes gleamed brightly at Gosalyn then looked over at Violet.
"You." He barked, "Come here."
Falcon Graves let go of the robe he had been dragging her along with so that Violet can slowly walk into the room and up to Bulba. Bulba ripped off the duck tape over her mouth.
"OW!" Violet shouted, as loud as she could. Hoping that someone was still in the building and could hear her. She glared at Bulba.
"You, drink this." Bulba said, thrusting the purple beaker at Violet.
Violet's eyes widen then took a step back.
"N,No. Are you crazy?" She shouted, trying her luck again for the second time.
"Very." Bulba hissed at her. "I need to see what these do. Unless you want me to try them out on them." He nodded at Lena who still hadn't woken up, and Gosalyn who was backed up against the wall, with a look of sheer terror on her face.
Violet groaned then slowly opened her mouth Bulba's tipped the end of the beaker to Violet's beak, but before the first drop hit her bill it shattered to a million pieces in his hands. Bluba growled and looked towards the door.
"I am the terror that flaps in the night!" Said a voice. Purple smoke flew into the room, and Gosalyn heard some grunts, groans, then a loud thud. "I am the winged scourge that pecks at your nightmares!"
A shadow loomed in the smoke for a bit longer before Darkwing Duck jumped out and glared at Bulba with a gleam in his eyes. As the smoke cleared Gosalyn noticed that Falcon Graves was knocked to the ground, and Darkwing was now the one holding Lena.
"I am. Darkwing Duck!" He finished.