Dewey Duck Vs. The Nega Verse Book 2

Chapter 21

After a few minutes of running through the castle the 'other,' Louie stopped as a corner came into view. He held out an arm to protect Webby and his double as he peered around it.

Nothing.

Not even guards.

This couldn't be good. It was too quiet. Way to quiet.

"Okay," The 'other,' Louie said, turning to his Webby and double. "Webby, I need you to help the Original's to escape." He told her.

Webby opened her mouth to protest. But Louie quickly put his other hand to her cheek and pulled her close so that their foreheads were touching.

"I got something I need to do, Webbs." He told her softly. "I'll meet you guys outside the castle." He told her, pulling away from her he turned to leave but Webby held onto his arm tightly. He turned to look back at her, and smiled warmly at her. "I'll be careful this time. I promise." He vowed. Remembering the last time he had ran off just like this and was nearly killed by Boyd. "Just help them, and stay safe for me. Okay?" He pleaded.

"O,Okay." Webby said, quietly.

She slowly let go of his hand. Louie nodded at his double who nodded back in return before he rounded the corner and disappeared.

Webby watched until the out line of Louie was only a speck in the distance before turning to his double.

"Come on, Dewey and Webby are this way." She told him, grabbing him by the sleeve of his hoodie and started dragging him towards the opposite side of the castle.

"Um. I don't mind to pry," Louie began, and he didn't, once upon a time when he was a kid he could have cared less if he pried in ones affairs.

Gotten him into more trouble then ever with Uncle Donald and his Mom that way, but hey, he was only eleven at the time and used the motto that kid's didn't know any better multiple times to prove a point to them. But now, he sort of out grown all his younger characteristics and was replaced with a kinder, more understanding and leave it alone one.

But this time, he felt that kid in him again, and couldn't help but feel like he had to at this point. If not for himself, then for his Webby.

"But, if, if it hurts to much to talk about, then, then I understand, but -." He stopped when Webby stopped walking and peer around a corner before they started walking again. "were, were, you and Boyd -."

Webby stopped again and whirled around to glare at him sharply.

"No." Webby snapped at him. "I'd never do what you are suggesting." She fumed. "I'm not that heartless." She snarled. Then she started to shake, and Louie wondered if she was having a seizure or a panic attack.

"Okay, Okay." Louie said, quickly. "I, I just wanted to understand, after five years. Why, why put up with him?"

Webby calmed down then, closed her eyes, sighed deeply, then opened them again. She looked down at the ground. "He did things to you, didn't he?" Louie asked, he winced when he saw Webby's burned body, featherless arms...

Webby slowly nodded, still not looking at him.

"Why didn't you just leave?" He asked.

Silence for a moment then -.

"They, they have my granny." Webby whispered.

Louie's heart sank. He had been wondering about the Ms. Beakly from here. Wondering if there was one, what she'd be like, or if she was dead like Dewey's double.

"It, It happened before you guys arrive here the first time. I, I was helpless to do anything. Goldie had token over the Nega Verse. Louie had been with Lena at the time. Then, Then the thing happened with Dewey, and Huey. Not to mention our worlds collapsing, then you guys showing up, and, and..."

She choked back a sob.

"You have no idea." She whispered. "W,What they are capable of," she continued and lifted her head.

"I have an idea." Louie replied darkly, and winced as the pain in his sides erupted leaving him to inhale sharply. "If that was the case, then why didn't you tell someone? I'm sure Donald, Mom, hell, even Launchpad would have helped you." He said, as he slowly exhaled.

"I thought that, that if I can handle this on my own, nobody else would get hurt." Webby told him. "I, I already lost so, so many just by being me. I, I couldn't loose anyone else because of what I am to this world -." She stopped.

"Now I'm confused." Louie said, "What do you mean by that?"

"I, It's nothing." Webby muttered. "The point is, they still have my granny. It took all my will power to go against, rather then never. I couldn't stand what I was doing anymore, what I was becoming. Granny would be very disappointed in me if she ever saw me that way..." Her voice trailed off as she stared off into the distance as if remembering the past in which her life had been the most happiest. "S,She's the only family I have." She finished.

"Webbs." Louie said, gently, touching her arm, and this time she didn't even flinch like she would have, "that's not true. You have the Duck family on your side." He told her. "Even in my world, once you are a part of our family you're in it for life. Regardless of who or what you are." "Now, let' go save mine, shall we?" Louie asked, smiling at her.

Webby nodded and smiled back as she turned and lead the way.

Huey, meanwhile, was almost brain dead himself. He could function right at the moment Boyd decided to blast the side of the building surprising all of them.

He took one look at Huey who coward in the chair next to Mark Beaks who quickly hid under the desk of the computer. Magica and Glomgold steered out of the way of the blast just in time, but was blocked by some rubble that had came down due to the blast.

"Don't think you can get out of this one, Dad." Boyd snickered as Huey quickly took off the night vision goggles and got up from the chair. Boyd aimed right at his feet making Huey jump back. Boyd glanced over at Mark Beaks who was trembling and hyperventilating. "I think I'll take care of this traitor first." He said.

Huey's heart pounded hard in his chest as Boyd slowly walked up to Mark Beaks who was sniffling at this point. He couldn't run, Huey couldn't run.

They were both stuck.

Huey squeezed his eyes shut just as Boyd blasted his laser palmed hand at Mark who screamed then yepled, then all was quiet.

Huey slowly opened his eyes and stared up at Boyd, tears in his eyes. He had promised to protect Mark from Goldie, but he had completely forgotten about Boyd. He was so focused on himself that he didn't take the percautions to protect Mark.

Now,

Mark was dead.

Huey was once again responsible for someone else's death.

"It's never enough!" He had told Webby, and at that moment he knew that what he said was the absolute truth. Pratically the only truth he's been able to tell since the day Dewey died.

"Hope you are willing to put up a better fight, Dad." Boyd said, as he kicked his laser palmed hand engine on, it squealed to life once again making Huey flinch at the sound. "I'm getting really sick of these easy take outs. First the girl, then Lewellyn, and now Mark Beaks..."

"W,What are you talking about?" Huey asked.

His head was throbbing.

As if choosing which memories to loose wasn't bad enough. Now he finds out...

"Webby, and my brother are, dead?" He choked out.

"Close enough to it, though," Boyd paused, "I went a little bit easier on Webbigail. Figured I'd keep her and her double around a bit longer, feed my hunger for humanity a bit longer, you know, since you didn't built me with any." He snarled at him.

"I couldn't!" Huey shouted at him. "You are a freakin' robot, and I wish I never built you in the first place! You so much as touch her and I' ll -."

Boyd's eyes shown brightly and he blasted Huey, aiming straight between the eyes. Huey had just enough time to dodge it and roll over on his side, bumping into the now dead Mark Beaks. He felt a stab of guilt as he looked into his frozen, frightened face.

He heard another blast firing up and he quickly did the only thing he could think of at the time. He grabbed Marks dead body and threw it just as the blast was about to hit him.

Blood exploded everywhere, especially on Huey.

"Sorry, Mark." He muttered, and said a silent prayer for him as he forced himself to get up and run out of the building.

He wasn't worried about Glomgold and Magica, it was obvious Boyd was after him, and the object. Why else would he come back?

He had to get Boyd as far away as possible from them.

Huey took most of what he had left to pick himself up and start to run. Bit's of rubble from the old Duckburg was still lying around where the Huey bots have yet to clear it away and make new for another part of their utopia.

A maze of graveyard buildings that upon seeing it made his stomach tighten in his chest with guilt. He had caused most of the destruction. Why was he always the cause of everyone's problems? Why?

he was always running.

Always lying.

Will it ever stop?

Boyd was blasting away at him as he ran. Huey had no idea where he was going. He ducked behind a large concrete wall that seemed to be part of a larger corp building. Boyd came around it, Huey was backed into the wall with Boyd looming over him, and smirking.

Suddenly something whizzed passed Huey's ear and straight at Boyd who's marble eyes flashed red about to laser the object but it was done to late and the object impaled him in his shoulder making Boyd limp to one side, unable to use his shooting hand.

Huey backed up slowly until he bumped into something and fell backwards hard on to the hard concrete rubble. Pain shot though his back and his vision blurred he own knew who or what he bumped into by the sound of its voice.

"Having a bit of fun are we?"

"U,Uncle Scrooge?" Huey asked.

He looked passed the light and saw that it was indeed his Uncle.

He no longer looked like he had when they were both on the wrong side. He wore a long black trench coat, and a fedora as if he had just been sucked out of an old black and white mystery thriller movie.

"Please, lad." Said Scrooge McDuck in his Scottish accent. "Call me Scrooge. Uncle just sounds... Old." He said, and made a face.

"You are old." Huey pointed out and looked back in alarm as Boyd recovered his shock from seeing his former ally.

Scrooge's upper bill curled into a snarl as he picked Huey up by the scruff of his shirt.

"I am NOT old!" Scrooge snarled at him.

"Then prove it, old man!" Huey shouted at him when he heard Boyd's good arm start up ready for another blast. Huey felt the blood drain from his face as Scrooge kept glaring at Huey, ignoring Boyd all together. "Always were demanding, weren't you, commander?" Scrooge said, making Huey's stomach twist even more into guilt.

"I'm not commander anymore." Huey muttered, avoiding his eyes.

"No you aren't," Scrooge agreed, finally moving his eyes towards Boyd who's red marble eyes flashed with angry. Scrooge pulled out four tiny objects from his trench coat pocket and threw them at Boyd.

Huey only gotten a glimpse of them. They were shooting stars. The kind Huey liked to use when Dewey and the Original's first came here. He watched them strike Boyd in the neck, legs, and other shoulder, then ducked when they exploded.

"I'd say you are Huey Duck, now." Scrooge told him and still holding onto his shirt dragged him away from Boyd before he can regenerate himself again.