Long Live the Evil Triplet

Chapter 18

Truth and Consequence

Huey didn't waste no time. Has soon as Webby left with Luis he slammed the door to the cabin shut and locked it. Then blocked the door using what little was around the cabin to work with. The cot bed, and the one chair.

Dewey still stood there.

Frozen in place.

He hadn't said a word or even moved since Webby left which was about five minutes ago.

Huey knew he'd have to snap him out of it at some point before -.

A low growl made Huey's heart pound hard against his chest. He slowly turned to the one window by the door and saw a pair of eyes.

"I smell him." Said a deep gruffy voice.

Then pounding from the door as the wereduck tried getting in with its razor sharp claws.

"I smell the duck that I need to kill!" The voice continued.

More howling that could be heard all over the cabin now.

"He, He's not here!" Huey shouted out. He quickly grabbed Dewey and pulled him back to the far side of the cabin. "So, So you can leave!" He added.

Huey knew was by far the last thing the wereducks had in mind. He heard a snort from behind the door.

"I know he's in there! What's weird is that I smell two more like him! More food for my pack to enjoy!" The voice said eagerly.

"J,Just leave us alone!" Huey called back.

"You may not be Lwellewyn." The voice snarled. "But you are close enough. My pack must be fed, I can sense the curse surrounding you. It's been a long time since any of my pack has had a taste of a curse, they crave it so..." The voice whined.

Curse?

What curse?

Huey's thought quickly.

All they had to defend themselves was a blow torch, a journal, and if you count the sleeping pills...

No way was he using his journal as a weapon, and the pills, he could probably shake them to distract the beasts, but he doubt they'd fall for it.

Huey could probably cause enough damage with the blow torch, but not against a whole pack of wereducks. He glanced around and his eyes rested on the stove. Of all the fairy tales that their Uncle Donald had told them, only one came to mind that gave him an idea. The one that really impacted the red clad duck even to this day.

"Dewey, stay here." Huey ordered.

Dewey remained silent, but stayed where he was.

Huey grabbed the blow torch and opened the door to the stove furnace, just as a claw busted through the door. Huey froze when he saw the scar above the wereducks left eye. Flashbacks from that night they were being chased by who they thought was Luis but instead were these wereducks crossed his mind.

"Ah." Said the wereduck, and Huey saw his upper lip curl into a snarl. "It's you. The red one and..." He craned his neck and squinted his eyes at Dewey. Huey narrowed his eyes at the wereduck. "The ambitious blue one, he was certainly fun back then..." He hissed as he inched his way inside.

Huey noticed that he wasn't as big as the girl wereduck from before. More slender, and bony with less dark fur. But the eyes remained the same. Dark, cold, cruel...

"Luther." Huey managed to choke out once he found his voice.

Luther turned to look at him.

"Ah. Know my name now, don't you." Luther snickered. "I've known yours for a long time now, Huebert." Luther said.

"I, I know." Huey stammered.

"Then," Luther responded rather amused by how well the red clad duck was remaining clam when the last time Luther saw him he was rather pathetic and weak, just like Lwellewyn was before... "you must know about our history." He said.

Huey nodded.

"But I sense," Luther continued as he inched closer to him, saliva drooling from his mouth. He could pratically taste the curse. He was so close... "Not all of it."

"So, so tell me." Huey said, trying to stall for time.

He inched his way towards Dewey, quickly grabbing the blow torch that Webby had let drop to the floor before she left.

Luther's eyes twinkled with amusement as he stopped inching closer.

"I'm surprised, Lwellewyn hasn't told you. Thought you three were tight." He snickered.

Huey glared at him.

Huey did too. Now, he wasn't so sure.

"He hasn't told you about his curse?" Luther asked.

"Curse? L,Louie's cursed?" Huey asked.

"All three of you are." Luther replied. "Why . else would we even bother? It's not because we know you are related to the one and only Scrooge McDuck, ya know." He told them. "We really ought to thank him though, he is the reason you are cursed."

Huey's mind was spinning.

Louie cursed? Him and Dewey cursed? With what, and, and how?

This wasn't making any sense to Huey, and he was suppose to be the smart one.

"So, So Scrooge hired you to keeps tabs on us when we were little," Huey said, "then, then you found out we were cursed. But what does this have to do with -."

"Lwellewyn?" Luther asked.

Huey nodded.

"I'm sure you are aware of his split personality. I for one witnessed it first hand. Gotta say, I like the other one better. So fradgile and so fun to play with..." Luther told him, and sighed dreamily as if remembering what it had been like back then. "Then he showed up."

"Luis." Huey stated.

"That's what he calls himself." Luther agreed. "Split personality is a side effect of the curse. That no good counter part of Lewellyen's as proved to be stronger, and much more harder to hunt. Takes all the fun out of it, ya know." He said.

"Wait," Huey said, suddenly when Luther crouched down, "If we all have the curse, why has it only effected Louie?"

"You may be triplets," Luther told him, "but you develop at different rates. The curse effects the youngest first, then gradually goes up to the oldest." He snickered over at Dewey.

Huey looked over at Dewey in alarm.

It's coming for Dewey next?

Huey didn't know if he could handle another Luis. But he did wonder what Dewey's split personality would be like. Huey shuddered when he thought of his own. Huey couldn't believe they had to deal with Luis this entire time, all because of a stupid curse.

"Now then, enough talk. I promised my pack a meal tonight, and it's getting late." Luther said, then pounced.

Huey quickly pushed Dewey out of the way of the furnace. Luther tried to skid to a stop but Huey pressed the button on the blow torch and rushed at him lowered himself underneath the wereduck just as Luther leaped at him again.

He burned his stomach with the blow torch making Luther howl in pain. Huey then lifted his legs and pushed the wereduck towards the furnace and slammed the door shut. The wereduck whirled around as Huey turned up the heat from inside. The wereduck howled again and Huey watched as the wereduck turned to ash before his eyes.

Luther was finally gone.

Just like that.

After all these years.

Huey glanced out the window as the pack surrounding the cabin howled mournfully. He didn't know if they'd seek revenge on him now, or not, but when the howling died down he heard them stampede away from the cabin, whimpering and whining.

Huey sighed with relief as he stood up, trembling slightly, as he slowly took out his journal and flipped through the pages he had added himself ever since they started going on their adventures.

"Wereducks, are real." He muttered as he jotted it down next to the Terra Fermmians, "Can use bullets to wound them, but fire kills."

He snapped the journal shut and put it back under his hat, next to the pills he had yet to use on anything, including himself.

He was getting tired, but he couldn't sleep.

Not even if he wanted too.

Espically not after what all he learned.

"Come on, Dewey." He said, "let's get out of here." He told him.

Dewey let Huey pull him out of the cabin, and into the cool night air.

Luis strolled towards the back of the mansion. He assumed everyone was already asleep which would be a lot eaiser for him to figure out his plan. He spotted some generators that Uncle Donald had used awhile back, but hadn't touched since he uses the mansions electrical wiring. Luis had hoped that the car battery could give those generators an extra boost when he hooked them up to a power line, along with his target...

But that hope was dashed thanks to Louie.

"Not exactly my fault." Louie said in his ear.

"Just shut up, will ya." Luis grumbled. "Bit angry with you, Lou-Lou."

"Angry with me?" Louie asked amused.

"I needed you back there. I'm just saying it'd be nice of you to return the favor I've done for you every once in awhile." Luis said.

"R,return the favor?" Louie asked.

Luis sighed.

Louie wasn't going to get it anytime soon. The confusion in his voice told him that. Maybe doing something drastic will help move this along. What better way then going back to his plan? But this time, to help Louie, and not for Luis's benefit.

"Forget it, Louie." Luis snapped, loudly.

"Louie? Who are you talking too?" Asked a voice from behind him.

Luis turned and Della stood there, arms crossed, and eyebrow raised. She had a stern look on her face, but her eyes looked relieved in seeing him.

"N,No one." Luis stammered. 'W,What are you doing out here? I thought you've done gone to bed." He admitted.

"I was going to check up on you guys first," Della told him, "but none of you were in your beds. You haven't been home all day, I was worried."

"I, I had my phone." Luis told her. "Why didn't you call?"

"I did! I kept getting a dial tone." Della shot back.

Luis took his phone out of his pocket and glanced at it. Eighteen missed calls. All from Della. Luis looked back up at her and smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry about that." He said.

"Oh, you're gonna be." Della snarled at him, and grabbed his arm. "Where are your brothers?" She asked as she dragged Louie away from the house boat and into the house.

"Um." Luis thought quickly. "Playing hide and seek?" He tried.

Della glared at him.

"Nice try. Now where are they really?" She asked.

"Why'd you want to know? I'm sure they are fine and -." Luis began.

Suddenly Della rammed her son up against the wall, her eyes flashed and Luis's heart pounded hard against his chest. Luis struggled and whimpered making Della smirk at him.

"Don't talk back to me." She hissed as Luis struggled against her. He whimpered as she squeezed his shoulders tightly making Della snicker at him.

"Sssshhhh." She said, softly, "I only need information. Luis."

Luis stopped struggling against her.

She called him Luis. Did that mean -?

Why did she want to know so much about Huey and Dewey all of a sudden? Why did it seem so urgent to her to know?

"Y,You know -." Luis choked out.

Della chuckled softly and leaned in close against him.

"Yes. I know, and it's not Della it 's -."

"Mom!"

Luis craned his neck and was relieved to see Huey and Dewey standing in the doorway. Della turned and smiled at them, but it wasn't at all friendly.

"There you are, boys." She said, still holding Luis up against the wall. "I was worried -."

"What are you doing to Lu - Louie?" Huey asked.

Della blinked and looked back over at Luis, her eyes shining brightly.

"Oh, just teaching him not to back talk his mother." Della replied turning back to them. "Now, it's my turn. Where were you two?" She demaned to know.

"W,We were -." Huey began.

Luis made a choking sound, making Huey look over at him. Luis tried to warn him with his eyes to not say anything.

"C,Camping." Huey said, finally, and winced when he felt a stab of guilt seer through his stomach. He had never lied to his family, until now.

"Camping." Della repeated, and loosened her grip on Luis.

"Yeah, that's it. Camping!" Huey repeated.

Though, he didn't know why, but by the look on Luis's face, he felt he had to keep the lie going, to fool their mother for some reason Huey had yet to understand.

"Sorry, we didn't tell you, Mom. We were just so excited, and, and -." Huey stammered.

Della studied her eldest son for just a second before finally letting go of Luis making him drop to the floor.

"I don't approve of you not telling me. Huey." Della said, in a fake sweet voice. She walked over to him and leaned in foward and stared straight in his eyes. Huey fidgeted nervously but didn't take his eyes off her face.

She seemed different somehow, more, more demanding and hostle rather then the carefree and sweet Della he knew.

"Sorry, Mom, won't happen again." Dewey said.

Huey stared at Dewey. It was the first time he spoken since earlier at the cabin. But Dewey wasn't looking at Della, he was glaring over at Luis.

"You bet it won't." Della said, "You guys are grounded. No going out after dark, and no adventures with Scrooge McDuck." She told them.

Huey blinked.

Grounded.

Him?

He never got grounded. Louie and Dewey sure, but, Huey?

"Mom, wait - It was -." Luis began, but Della looked at him sharply making him clam up.

"Go to your room. Now." Della ordered Huey and Dewey who wasted no time into doing so. Luis heard their bedroom door slam shut and was about to follow when Della put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it hard, making Luis wince.

"I don't know what you are planning, Luis," Della whispered, leaning close to his ear. Luis stared straight ahead, not daring to look into her eyes for the fear of knowing too much. "But I will not allow you to end this curse. I won't let you destroy what I've worked so hard for. If you so much as continue doing what are are doing, then I'll make sure you end up the only child in this family." She threatened.

A lump formed in Luis's throat as Della finally let go of him and started walking off towards her bedroom.

"Good-night, sweetheart!" Della called out, a bit more brightly as she disappeared into her bedroom, leaving Luis alone wondering how on Earth he was going to help Louie now.