Blue eyes began to open as the view was dizzy and blurry. The eyes blinked a few times and her vision began to clear up.
Two beagles were standing there, just looking at Webby.
"Good of you to wake up now." Said Big Time as he was the first to speak up.
Webby tried to say something, but it came out as muffled as she began to realize that a cloth was tied to her mouth. Her hands were bounded as so as her feet.
"Oh yeah. Forgot." Big Time said as he began to untie her gag, but not undoing her ropes.
"Bleh. That was awful." Webby complained. Then she looked up and down from her captors.
"You're those beagles! The ones after Louie!" Webby yelled. Then, she began to realize Louie wasn't anywhere in sight. "Where is he? Where's Louie?!"
"Oh? Him?" Big Time said, a sneer on his face. "He did the work for us. See here lady, that he helped as all this time."
"What?" Webby asked confused.
"See the crown he took? The one in the bag? You made it easy for us. He came to you because of a trade. A crown, for a special gal like you." Big Time said.
"Yeah yeah!" Burger said, rubbing his hands in glee.
"You're crazy!" Webby growled, her voice cold and narrow. "He'd never do that to anyone. I trust him!"
"Oh really? See for yourself..." Big Time said and both beagle brother's laughed as Bouncer came in, holding Louie by the back of his arms. Louie looked a bit beaten since his eye was now blackened and he hung his head in shame.
"Now, see here, Louie here is nothing, but a no good little schemer." Big Time said, as he raised Louie's head higher, to meet Webby's face. His face met Webby's, but his eyes met the floor.
"Remember our scheme Louie? We said you'd trade us something for our crown. You said you knew of something valuable that we'd have today!" Big Time said.
"Shut up." Louie whispered.
"It was clear as day." Bouncer said. "An eye for an eye, limb for a limb."
"But... He would never! Louie!" She yelled.
Louie was still silent as he couldn't meet her. Webby felt herself mad inside. No, mad wasn't enough. Rage? Not that either. It was something more than that. Betrayal? Maybe, but just not the right word.
"Louie?" Webby finally whispered.
"Pinky... Webby I'm..."
"Save it." Big Time hissed. "You'd probably hurt the poor gals heart in a million pieces. Have you no shame?"
Louie stayed silent as he closed his eyes.
"Poor gals torn up?" Big Time said as he faced Webby. "Face it. You're no more than a pawn. A traders item for sale."
Webby clenched her fists tightly as she began to struggle against the rope. Dang it. She could've gotten out of them easily, but he emotions were getting to the best of her.
"Louie!" Webby cried, now a tear was falling down. "Tell me! Tell me now!"
Louie began to shed a tear as he shook his head in confirmation.
"Believe me. What I'm doing is protecting you." Louie said.
"Oh yeah?" Webby snarked. "Like selling me out that easily like your next con?"
"Webby..."
"Don't call me Webby!"
"Enough!" Big Time said as he interrupted the so sudden saga movement. "Bouncer, you know what to do."
The biggest of the beagles began to pick up Louie again like a sack of potatoes and slung his over his shoulders. Louie just wailed madly. "Webby! Webby! Don't believe them!"
Webby just stayed silent as she didn't dare to even look at him. Her face turned the opposite way, yet her head turned the slightest to see him and then went back cold.
"Webby! Webby!" Louie yelled.
"Shut up already!" Bouncer yelled as he put a hand to Louie's beak.
"You promised!"
"The crown?" The burly beagle said, beginning to tie up the duck's hands.
"I only said that in order for her to be safe. You said she'd be let go if I turn myself in with the crown to you and she'd go back safely." Louie seethed as his eyes burned red.
"You abandoned us back in the woods, left us with the National Guard and you want us to keep our word?" Bouncer said. "Ha! You're funny. But not funny enough to escape."
"Wait what?" Louie said, but before anything else, he was clubbed in the back of his head and his world went black.
Webby just sat there and listened to Louie's screams as he pleaded with her to listen and then he went silent.
"So. How much do you think she's worth?" Big Time asked Burger as they circled her.
Burger said something unintelligible that Webby couldn't understand, but could make out "Dunno... ... ... ... maybe... ... ...?"
Webby shook herself as her wrists were freed from its prison and untied her feet as well. She slipped out and quietly walked out as the two beagles debated how much money she'd be worth.
Before anything else, she began to step on a twig and it made the slightest of snaps.
"Hey! Where'd she go?!" Big Time yelled.
Webby didn't need to be told. She began to run as fast as lighting as she dodged drenches, bashed through bushes, skipped over sticks in godly way possible.
Soon, her hair was stuck. She tried pulling, alas is was no use. The Beagles were getting closer and who knows what they will do to her.
"No! Please! Don't!" Webby screamed as she still pulled her hair.
Soon, a whoosh came and a pink light went on a couple feet behind. Grunts followed by screams went in the air and then a subtle silence arrived.
Webby stopped tugging her hair and gave a slow tug and her braid came out freely. She began to walk slowly toward the Beagles and saw that they were laid down and (defeated?).
"Webbigail!"
Webby turned around and before she got a good look, she was buried in black as the figure embraced.
"My darling. My dear Webbigail!" She cried.
"Aunt Magica?" Webby asked and looked up at her aunt.
Magica looked at her with shiny and red, puffy eyes. Tears streamed down her face and she pulled Webby in another tight embrace.
"Webbigail," she trembled, her voice quivering with raw emotion. "I thought I had lost you forever."
"But Aunt..."
"I had to follow you. I saw everything to protect you. Come quick! We must go before they wake up!" Magica yeller, tugging Webby.
Webby only stood still as she looked into the distance where Louie was taken and then saw Magica. Her arms wide open and tears also streaming down.
Webby began to run towards her aunt, almost knocking her down in the process. She sniffed and hot tears spilled down as Magica stroked the girl's hair softly.
"I'm... I'm... Sorry Aunt Magica. I was so wrong. I shouldn't have left you like that!" Webby sobbed.
"Dear child," Magica said. "I knew that from the start. Now let's go home."
The streets of Duckburg were now dim as it was late. Too late to be out in the streets after a celebration.
Bright lights shown brightly as guards and police people patrolled the area, looking for stragglers from bars or reckless teenagers out from curfew.
Yet this discovery was nothing compared to what would happen.
A young guard began to patrol streets near the woods as she saw something glimmer in the light of her flashlight. Curious, she began to walk closer and peek between the grass and gasped.
"Captain! Anyone! I need assistance!!! Now!!!"
In the grass, laid a young duck, bounded, bruised and alive of course. The only thing that roused them, was who he was and what he held.
Agnes came over as she shone her light and gasped.
"The crown... Louie Duck." She whispered.
Louie began to stir as the light hit his eye and began to ramble.
"No. Please don't. Let her go..."
Louie's eyes snapped open as he noticed where he was and began to scream.
"No! Please! Wait! I can explain! Webby! Where is she!"
Three guards began to pin him and lift him up. One taking the crown and two taking him away.
Agnes looked at him, knowing she now got him. He can finally pay the price. The crown will now be in safe hands. It's over.
Yet, something didn't feel right. She didn't feel triumph or happy about his capture.
He was yelling hysterically for Webby and saying he can explain...
Something was not right.
A/N: So yeah, sorry I took to long because of work, online school (it's a pain in the ass and I still need to write two essays and a presentation in two days) band camp and a writing block...
Yeah... I'm sorry and I hope to upload more chapters.