Hey guys!

So Abandoned was my first ever story, and it was doing pretty good. But I didn't like where it was going, so I'm just gonna do a rewrite. The first version is still available in the rated M section, I just want to start over :)

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Prologue…

A street life just wasn't meant for Louie Duck. TV shows made homelessness look so easy and effortless, so normal.

But Louie was cold and lost and hungry, and he didn't know where it was safe to squat and where it wasn't, or how to tell the friendly, helpful civilians from the crazed psychopaths. He had no money, and the only way he could think of to get food was scrounging through bins, but that was the sickest thing he had ever considered.

But he hadn't eaten in three days… he needed to eat something.

"Oi! You!"

Louie spun round looking for the owner of the voice.

"You looking for business on my turf, sweetcheeks?" he asked meanly.

The speaker was a man, a few inches taller than Louie himself, with long, oily hair hidden under an odd plumed hat, and wearing a long emerald green coat that made him look unnaturally thin. He stood over Louie, looking down at him with cold, narrowed eyes.

"N-no, sir," Louie stammered. "I'm looking for food."

He felt the man's eyes running all over him. Shame and embarrassment burned through Louie as he felt himself being sized up, and he suddenly felt very self conscious about his scruffy appearance. Hell, he'd been kicked out of the mansion only 2 weeks ago, and he was barely surviving.

"You know," said the man. "There's no reason an attractive young man like you should have to starve."

"What do you mean?" Louie asked, his voice small and wavering.

"I mean there'll always be work for you if you want it," the man replied.

Louie thought for a moment, trying to figure out what this odd person was going on about… then it hit him.

The guy was a pimp.

But… but it could work out, Louie reasoned with himself. Some of his friends claimed to have had sex already, and they seemed to feel like it wasn't as big a deal as everyone made it out to be. And the sex education he'd been forced to sit through years before had made it seem so biological, so normal.

But it was an awfully big step; to sacrifice his virginity to someone just because they paid him money.

But what else could he do? He needed to eat.

"Okay," Louie said through gritted teeth.

The man gave him a yellow grin, and beckoned Louie to follow him to his house, which was only two blocks away.

Go ahead, call him an idiot for waltzing into some man's house for some money, but he was desperate. He was sore, tired, and hungry from roaming the streets, he was cold. His thin leather jacket wasn't going to cut it for the harsh winter that was bound to come. He longed for the mansion, for his family, for some love—

Stop. Louie chided himself. That isn't your life anymore.

Louie followed the man into a fairly large home. It wasn't nearly as big as McDuck Manor, but it was obvious the man had some money up his sleeve. He sighed in happiness and relief when he stepped into the man's warm home. The pimp threw his jacket onto the nearby coat rack, and kicked his boots off while Louie opted to keep his jacket on. The man motioned for Louie to follow him to the sitting room and he obliged.

"How old are you, kid?" he asked, his sour breath hitting Louie

"Nineteen." Louie replied.

He raised an eyebrow amusedly. "Nineteen, eh? They'll pay good money for a good little virgin like yourself."

The man chuckled, and Louie felt himself shrink. He shuddered when he thought about who was actually willing to pay to get some free, dirty sex.

The man reached into his pocket and brought out a tiny phone. He dialed someone, and waited. "Hey, Willy? It's me. I got a good little boy who wants some cash. He's handsome too," the man paused, waiting for his response. "Yeah, you can come over right now. Oh… how much?"

The man turned to Louie. "How much do you want, kid?"

Louie hesitated. "H-how much is he offering?"

The man repeated the question, and listened some more. "300."

Louie felt himself burn with embarrassment as he muttered, "Yes."

A few minutes later, another man, who Louie assumed was Willy, walked inside. He was big and burly, with a brutal looking face. When he spoke, however, it was with a surprisingly high voice.

"You the kid?" he asked.

"Yeah." Louie said.

He pulled Louie into a back, private bedroom. The pimp paid them no attention, his eyes were glued onto his television screen. Willy closed the door behind him and immediately worked on unbuckling Louie's jeans. He turned Louie around so his back was facing him, smiling when he finally shoved Louie's boxers down his toned legs.

"Just relax…" Willy murmured in Louie's ear, sensually rubbing his arms up and down his chest. "It'll be quick and painless."

Louie knew that last part was a lie, but relaxed and laid back, leaning on the man's chest. His heart thumped in his chest as he felt his hand creep down lower.

Lower.

In.

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"That was some good stuff, kid." Willy grinned, pulling his pants up.

Willy tossed Louie a wad of cash, where it landed on the mattress beside him. He weekly grasped the money. "I put a little extra. For a virgin, you ain't half bad." Willy smirked, buttoning his shirt.

Louie just grunted again and tried to sit up. His behind was sore, but if he leant back enough this didn't bother him too much. As far as he knew it had been a good night. It had hurt at first, but Willy had shown him what to do, and made it as comfortable for him as he could.

"I have a feeling I'll be seeing you again," he smirked. "But, until next time."

With that, Willy left, leaving Louie alone. He didn't know whether the pimp was home, but he didn't care: maybe he could take a little nap on this comfortable, warm bed and then get some food. It certainly beat having to sleep on the floor of some shady alleyway. Louie felt his eyes grow heavy and he finally fell asleep on a bed for the first time in two weeks.

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"You are no longer my nephew!" Scrooge snapped, throwing him off the stairs of the mansion.

"Louie!" Huey, Dewey, and Webby cried,

Louie weakly looked up to find Huey tackling his uncle. Scrooge sneered at Huey and roughly pushed him inside. Dewey grabbed Scrooge, and Scrooge whacked his arm with his cane. Dewey cried out in pain and clutched his now broken arm.

"Uncle Scrooge, stop!" Webby snapped.

"This is a family matter! I am not your uncle!" Scrooge bellowed.

She rushed to attack him, but Scrooge was too skilled. He sidestepped, making Webby fly over the railings and into the rose bushes. Scrooge smirked smugly, and finally advanced on Louie. He raised his cane, and for a moment, Louie saw guilt in his eyes. Then, Scrooge hardened, and he brought the cane down on Louie…

Louie woke up with a start, his heart racing. "Fucking nightmares." he spat.

Louie saw a fresh pair of clothes waiting for him on the bed with a sticky note attached to it. He grabbed the sticky note and read it:

'Hey kid,

I just wanted to thank you for last night. I got you some new clothes, and there's some food waiting for you in the kitchen.

Roddy won't be home for another 6 hours, so relax. Your old clothes are in the wash. Take care of yourself.

Your pal, Willy'

Louie assumed Roddy was the name of the pimp. Willy's address was written on the back of the yellow sticky note. Louie silently thanked him for the clothes: a brown leather jacket with a black T shirt and jeans. There was a pair of boxers, and a brown belt. He dragged himself to the washroom where he took a long shower, and came out feeling better than he had in a long time. Louie opted to stay in his boxers, and went into the kitchen where some waffles, sausage, eggs, and bacon were waiting for him. He was halfway through the meal before remembering to breathe.

It was a start: he didn't like his life but this was what he had for now.

For Louie Duck was nothing but a disgrace.

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Let me know what you guys think of this so far. Should I continue it, yay or nay?