It was just Dewey's luck to have his mother cry onto his shoulder. Just his luck for his Dad to stroll in just then, looking the most angry he's ever seen him, and just his luck for his Dad to slap him across the face for snapping at him, for his mother to come at Lance with fire in her eyes, and for Lance to drag Della away by the feathers on her head, making her cry even harder.
As Dewey struggled quickly to pick himself up, he shakily picked up his gun and pointed it at Lance.
Lance heard the click of the gun and slowly turned to face his son and his frown on his face that was caused by his anger slowly turned into a sly smile.
"You gonna shoot me, son?" Lance asked, yanking hard on Della's scalp making her yelp loudly.
Dewey closed his eyes.
He didn't want to shoot anyone.
He wasn't that strong.
Not really.
But his mother was crying. But his hand was also shaking. He couldn't aim even if he wanted too.
He slumped down to his knees in defeat and Lance scoffed.
"Always knew you were weak." He told him.
Lance turned to leave with Della but froze when he saw two other small ducklings in front of them. Della's heart swelled when she noticed Louie and Webby through her blurry tears.
"He's not weak." Louie snarled at him, holding up his own gun.
Louie had quickly dragged Webby away from Gandra's apartment a few seconds after she was done crying, and pushed his golden Khopesh, (after a urgent demanded from Gandra to leave her be, and find Dewey and his mother), and well, here they were, standing face to face with the man Louie come to know as his father.
"He's just Dewey." Louie continued, not taking his eyes the smug look on his father's face.
"You must be Llewellyn, then." Lance said, "Honestly though, I would have thought you'd be the first to join F.O.W.L but it turns out Dewey was. Imagine my surprise when we first met. But, not so surprising that he'd turn out worthless..."
Louie gritted his teeth and shot at Lance, missing him (on purpose) shattering the side way glass behind them. The broken glass making a maze between Lance, Della, and Dewey who still remained inside the room.
"You don't get to talk about Dewey that way." Louie snarled. "Only I do." He added, clicking the gun again, getting ready to fire it right between his eyes.
Webby shivered slightly.
After shooting Toxic, she felt a shift inside Louie, and she didn't like it. It was as if something inside Louie snapped. He hadn't been scared, or frantic after the fact that he had actually killed someone. In fact, he had a bit of pride in his voice when Webby asked if he was alright before they left Gandra's apartment.
As if -. As if Louie enjoyed the killing.
Not that Webby didn't mind that Louie killed Toxic. She was worried about what that had done to her friend, mentally.
"What you gonna do about it, short stack?" Lance snarled back. He held Della up close to him, using her as a shield. "If your gonna shoot me, go right ahead -."
Webby clinched Louie's Khopesh as she watched Dewey blink his eyes and slowly started to stand back up. He was trembling but he held out his arm that was attached to the hand only the gun, and aimed it at Lance's back. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then opened them.
"But your mother is going down with me." Lance snarled.
Louie didn't take his eyes off his father, as a smile slowly spread across his face when he saw Dewey out of the corner of his eyes.
"Wanna bet?" Louie replied, and without another word Dewey fired the gun at him.
Lance cried out, then gasped, before falling head first on top of Della who had fallen with him. The shot was so loud that it echoed through out the halls but everything fell silent afterwards, except for the sobs that were coming from Dewey as he slumped against the wall.
Webby didn't hesitate to rush over to him and pull him into a hug as he cried into her shoulder.
Louie came up to his mother and Lance, after rolling Lance off Della, she shot up and hugged him. Louie hugged her back, and Della didn't even mind that it hurt for him to squeeze her, she held him more tightly as Lance laid still on the cold hard ground beside them.
"You okay, Mom?" Louie whispered, after they pulled away. Della wiped away the tears from her eyes and nodded.
"Am now that you are here." Della told him, then looked towards Dewey who was still crying into Webby's shoulder. Webby looked back towards her with a worried expression on her face.
Della's heart sank.
Her son had just killed his father. Lance had been Dewey's idol for the past seven years. This was going to traumatize him more then anything else he's gone through...
"Dewey..." Della said softly, as she came up to him.
Dewey choked back a sob and looked up at her with tears falling down his face.
"I, I'm so sorry. Mom. So, so sorry..." Dewey whispered.
"I know, sweetie. I am too. I, I just didn't want you to get hurt -." Della replied, she looked away from him, ashamed that she was the main cause of her middle child's pain.
If she hadn't kept the secret about Lance from them in the first place...
Then, Della felt arms being wrapped around her waist, startled, she looked down and Dewey was hugging her, tightly. He buried his face in her neck as Della hugged him back.
Then, she felt two more sets of arms wrap around the both of them, and all four of them just hugged for a few minutes, letting go of all the hate from the past, all the worry, the anger and resentment, everything, and just held one another.
Louie rested his chin on Webby's head, and glanced outside. He felt his face get pale when he noticed it was dark out.
How long had they been in here?
From the time he passed out to now, he had no idea.
"Come on." He said, pulling away from them. "We have to get out of here. Now." He told them, firmly.
Louie had grabbed his backpack from Gandra's apartment before they ran off, it was almost time to set the bombs off, if he didn't...
Lena...
He grabbed his mother's hand and started dragging her towards the exit of the building.
"Wait -. Louie -. What's the rush?" Della asked, as they ran along side. "I kind of wanna burn this place to the ground..." She added, seeing the confused look on his face.
Louie's face changed from confusion to a sly grin, oddly making him look more like his father did at that moment, making Della shudder. She had to get Lance out of her head. He was gone now, and besides, Louie wasn't Lance, and he never will be.
Right...?
"And your gonna, but we have to get out of here first." Louie told her. They had paused at running as he took off his backpack, and rummaged around for the remote control that controlled the bombs.
"Louie -?" Webby asked, nervously.
She wasn't liking the look in Louie's eyes. They've also changed from a sweet, loving, and caring to anxious, devious, and excitement. Webby glanced over at Della to see if she's seen the change in him too, by the look of concern on Della's face, it seems she has, this made Webby even more worried for Louie.
"It's fine, Webbs." He assured her as he studied the remote. "We gotta get Gandra out first too." He said. He glanced around and noticed Dewey had stopped crying and was staring at him. "What?" He asked.
"Y, You seem different, you sure you are okay?" Dewey asked, with concern.
Louie just grinned a wide grin that sent chills down both Webby and Dewey's spine.
"I will be." He assured them. "Now, let's get Gandra and get out of here." He told them.
Dewey and Webby couldn't help but glance at each other before they followed Louie and Della down the hall. They stopped by to get Gandra and was off again all the while Webby thinking back to the time when they all were ten.
"Who's the evil triplet?" Webby had asked.
"Louie." Both Huey and Dewey said at the same time.
Webby shuddered.
Could what was meant to pass off as a joke, could actually not be, and could the killing of Toxic had triggered something in Louie to bring that out of him?
Webby hoped not as she took one last look of the dead Lance behind them as they followed Louie down the hall and out of site.
