dalek117: Well, Challenge of the Senior Woodchucks stirred my Huey x Violet heart and I needed to take it out somewhere, hence the teasing ;)
caetlyn27: AHAHAHAHAHA. IM LAUGHINGGGGG. And don't worry, there's plenty of Evil Louie to go around :)
Not Ponytails or Cottontails: Hmm, not sure. I mean, I love cursing and anyone who doesn't CAN FUCK THEMSELVES—
Techno Duck: :DDDD
riverajocabed1: I wasn't planning on shipping Black Heron and Steelbeak, but here we are. And girl, you were titled the Christian Girl in your theatre class? Hmm, glad you liked that one scene. Maybe you're warming up to the T or M rated fics? Haha, I'm kidding. I know you're more comfortable in the K and K+ sections. And thanks about the tip about the bath and shower o_O
BarnMaker: Love you!
creatura726: I'm glad SOMEONE liked it XDDD. And when Huey doesn't see his girl for a while, you know shits going down ;)) Hmm, haven't heard of it, but I'll definitely check it out. And I'm having trouble with the "realisticness" of all this, but I assure you that it'll be back to normal soon :) after all, this all started in a Biology classroom
20 chapters already? Let's do it people!
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To make matters worse and even more dramatic than they already were, it had begun to rain. The sound of rain hitting the old warehouse was deafening.
"Louie…" Webby said shakily. "It's me. It's Webby, your friend."
His red eyes flashed with absolute loathing and Louie sneered. "Friend? I don't have any friends, lady."
Louie began to advance, and Webby momentarily panicked—what he was injected with was a mystery and clearly he didn't know who she was. That didn't mean Louie didn't retain any of his combat skills! Webby straightened. Sure she could beat Louie in a fight…
Just not a version of Louie who had been injected with god knows what.
"Easy, child." a menacing voice said soothingly.
Louie immediately stopped, but kept his eyes fixated on Webby and Launchpad, like they were the biggest threat in the room. From the shadows, a figure emerged. He had a slender, yet muscular build. He had curly red hair and cream colored skin. He wore a white over coat with black buttons, alongside a red dress shirt, black bow-tie, gray slacks, compete with a pair black and white dress shoes. He strutted towards them, and placed a hand on Louie's shoulder. Louie's expression relaxed by a fraction of a degree.
"So," he chuckled. "You're Henry's daughter? Figures. You look just like him."
Webby remained frozen, whether it was from fear or raw anger, she didn't know.
"He'll make a fine soldier." Steelbeak mused, admiring Louie's physique as if he were some statue.
"What'd you do to him?!" Webby demanded.
"Nice, huh?" Steelbeak smirked. "An injection that… ah how do I put this for your dumb friend to understand?" he asked, looking pointedly at Launchpad, who glared at him. "Reboots the brain."
"You brainwashed him?!" Webby asked in disbelief.
Louie narrowed his red eyes. "Stop asking questions!"
"Stand down, Llewellyn." Steelbeak warned, though his tone was still dangerously soft.
"He doesn't remember me?" Webby asked, trying her best to not sound hurt.
"Nope," Steelbeak grinned. "The serum wipes away any memories of his family or friends. He thinks that he grew up in Duckburg alone, and decided to join me about 5 years ago, am I right?"
Louie nodded, much to Webby's dismay.
"Steelbeak," Webby growled. "You want me, not him. Take me, and let Louie and Launchpad go."
Launchpad frowned, and Louie stood there, knitting his eyebrows together like even he was confused. For a small second, Webby felt a flash of hope. Maybe the serum wasn't as powerful as Steelbeak made it out to be, but then he hardened and bared his teeth at her.
"And lose my leverage? I'm afraid not, girl." Steelbeak snarled.
"What do you want anyway? I'm supposed to kill you." Webby growled.
Thunder boomed.
Steelbeak merely ignored her question and motioned for something to come forward. From the shadows, another figure emerged—a robot. It looked a lot like the DT-87, but only it wasn't here to protect them. It's eyes glowed a bright red and it's outstretched metal arms held something familiar? A knife? No. Webby realized that it was a bronze khopesh, similar to the one Louie got on their adventure when he defeated Toth-Ra all those years ago. She skittered nervously, knowing that handing Louie a khopesh was like handing salt to the sea. He was extremely skilled when it came to using the weapon.
The only difference was that they were the enemy. That didn't help Webby get her nerves under control.
Launchpad whimpered. "W-Webby."
"It's okay." she said softly, using a gentle tone that she often used for Dewey when he was lamenting about his mother.
Whatever those robots did to him that day, it certainly did quite a number on Launchpad. He was shaking so badly, that Webby took his hand to remind him that she was here.
The robot handed Louie the weapon and he took it. Lightning flashed, illuminating his features. His red eyes sparkled with excitement when he held the weapon. Webby tried not to feel distressed w n Louie held the khopesh with such familiarity.
"Come, Llewellyn. We have much work to do." Steelbeak said, turning away.
"No!" Webby shouted with so much ferocity that even Louie flinched. "You think you can take my friend without a proper fight?! GIVE HIM BACK!"
"A proper fight…?" Steelbeak echoed, like it was a good idea. "Llewellyn, take care of them."
Thunder boomed and Louie smiled, like he was finally relieved to have an order that involved swinging his khopesh. He strode towards Launchpad and Webby with a maniacal grin on his face.
"Uh oh." they both muttered.
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"I haven't heard from Webby, Louie, or Launchpad in 3 days." Lena frowned.
Huey's eyes widened, and Violet soothingly put a hand on his chest.
"I'm sure they're okay," Violet reasoned. "Maybe they're just laying low."
Dewey stood up, and paced the room in obvious distress. "Louie hasn't texted you?" he asked Lena.
Lena solemnly shook her head no, and the gang got worried. Louie always texted Lena no matter what.
"They're in trouble." Dewey decided.
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Webby wiped the blood off her lip.
The fight had started off okay: Steelbeak and his weird robot had left the building leaving Louie and his former allies alone. Webby was more skilled than Louie in hand to hand combat, but wasn't nearly as skilled as him in sword fighting.
"Louie!" Launchpad cried as he ducked Louie's wicked blade. "It's us."
"Louie?" Louie repeated in anger and disbelief. "My name is Llewellyn."
Webby tried not to snort. There was a sure sign that he was definitely under some sort of spell—Louie despised his full name.
"Louie, it's me! Webby!" Webby cried, trying not to tear up. "We met 8 years ago. We were both 10! Before that, you used to live on a houseboat with your Uncle Donald! Then he moved in with Scrooge McDuck, the richest man in the world. You have two brothers, and their names are Huey and Dewey."
"LIES!" Louie bellowed, swinging at her with the khopesh.
Webby ducked, and reappeared behind him. "We went on adventures, you're friends with Violet and Lena! Come on Louie! I know you remember them!"
On hearing the name 'Lena', Louie raised an eyebrow, perking up. He momentarily stopped attacking them, and Webby knew she had hit one of his weak spots.
"Lena DeSpell!" Webby gasped, trying to keep his attention. "She… she was the 'niece' of Magica DeSpell, but we took her down ages ago. You have a crush on her!"
Even that was enough to make Evil Louie blush, though he quickly covered it up. "You're wrong."
"That's why you're hesitating?" Webby challenged.
"ENOUGH!" Louie boomed. "We aren't friends, I don't know you!"
"Louie," Launchpad tried to step in, but was immediately smacked in between the eyes with the butt of Louie's blade. The pilot crumbled like a sack of bricks.
"LP!" Webby cried.
"You're turn, girl." Louie snarled.
Webby ran up the stairs until she reached a catwalk. "Don't come any closer!" she warned.
He laughed, twirling the blade. "Or else what?"
"Or else this!" Webby cried.
Webby surged forward and kicked his khopesh out of his hands. Louie watched in a mix of fury and disbelief as his weapon sailed over the railing of the catwalk, where it clattered onto the cold, cement floor underneath them.
"Leveling the playing field, huh? Clever girl." he smirked.
Webby caught her breath: nobody ever sounded that smooth and evil at the same time. Louie raised his fists, but Webby ducked underneath him and popped up behind him. She roughly kicked him forward where he landed onto a few empty boxes.
"You're going to pay for that." he snarled.
Webby grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. The catwalk shuddered underneath their combined weight, and neither teen noticed the pulleys that kept the catwalk suspended in air struggling to stay intact.
"Focus!" she barked. Still pinning him against the wall, she reached into his back pocket and grabbed his leather wallet.
"Hey! Give that back!" he snapped.
Webby opened his wallet and out tumbled out an accordion of family photos—Louie laughing alongside Lena while she spray painted the school. Louie teasing Dewey and Huey, their arms thrown around one another. Louie hugging his Uncle Donald and Scrooge. There was even one of Louie and Violet holding a golden trophy at their State Science fair 2 years ago. Louie was the one that realized that the running champion, a girl called Lizette, had been using her father's money to win. Louie conned her into travelling to some foreign country and helped Violet win fair and square.
"If this is all so fake," Webby growled, rummaging through his photos, pulling another one. "And you don't know me, then explain this."
Webby showed him a newer picture: It was a snap taken at their Cape Suzette trip last month. They were all sitting on the beach, drinks in hand, except Louie was holding a Coke. Violet leaned on Huey's bare chest while he gently kissed her forehead. Dewey and Webby were smiling brightly at the camera and Louie and Lena stuck up their middle fingers, but they were laughing hysterically.
Louie stared at the photo, his red eyes flashing uneasily. "Who are you?"
Webby sighed. "I'm Webby Vanderquack. A couple of hours ago, me, you, and that pilot that you knocked out came to this warehouse to look for Steelbeak."
Louie tensed, and Webby hurriedly continued so that she wouldn't lose him.
"Steelbeak injected you with some serum that wiped away your memories and now…" her voice cracked. "Now you don't know who I am. You think you work for Steelbeak, and I… and I warned you about this!" she snapped.
Louie looked at her, and Webby could've sworn she saw his eyes flicker from its usual dark to blood red. Webby mentally cheered! She was getting to him! Her Louie was in there. She just needed to coax him out.
"I told you to stay home," she continued hotly. "But no. You just had to come now, didn't you?"
Her lecturing seemed to trigger a recent memory that he was supposed to have. Louie growled and held his head in distress.
"W-Webby? I-I-I…" he stuttered badly, like he was fighting himself.
"Come on, Louie! You know I love you!"
That seemed to do the trick. Webby's words washed over him and she felt the spell shatter. His blood red eyes turned back to its usual onyx, and he staggered backwards.
The rusty pulleys rattled.
"Louie?"
"Webby?" he croaked.
She was so relieved that she wanted to throw her arms around him and cry. Just as she was about to, however, the catwalk creaked underneath them. When she looked at the cement floor that was several feet down, it made her extremely dizzy. She only prayed that Launchpad was okay.
"Louie! Grab on!" Webby ordered, firing her grappling hook, where it latched onto a ledge a few feet away.
But Louie was in too much of a dazed trace. He merely looked at Webby, and smiled, like he accepted his fate.
"I love you." he smiled.
"LOUIE!" she screamed.
But it was too late. The rusty pulleys gave in to his weight, and the catwalk fell, sending the green nephew crashing to the ground fifty feet below them.
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Okay, intense ending or nah?
Guys, also…
Is Huey+Violet "Huelet", "Hilet", or "Vuey"? Like Dewey and Webby have Debbigail and Louie and Lena have Louna, but I'm gearing towards "Huelet" for Huey and Vi. Thoughts?
Always yours,
—Jordan :)