We jumped from 183 to 195? Are you guys in crystal meth or cocaine?!

Not Ponytails or Cottontails: you got it!

Let's Dewey It: You definitely should!

Guest: Honestly, I leave that up to the reader. I give them the anatomy of the human cause they're anthropomorphic ducks, and it's easier to write the "heated" scenes :)

Boss Teal: I definitely do like those twists, but I think A) won't be possible for the story XDD. If you want to read about Della being a crackhead, you should read An Unexpected Assailant. It's beautifully written :) I do like B) though :D

caetlyn27: AHHH YOU MIGHT GET BOTH :0

Guest: She definitely should try to get Louie off his cigarettes, but I just wanted her to discover Louie's bad habit

Guest: I LOVE THAT IDEA!

Orochi: Dewey and Webby still didn't do it yet XDD. That's for a later chapter :)

Ninjatana Warrior: Thank you! And Donald and Daisy it is! :)

riverajocabed1: Oh man, you already know how much fun I have with these chapters. Dude, I'm literally gawking in disbelief. Your family is insane.

dalek117: I'm not even going to answer you, you fucking FBI agent XDD

We've made it to 30! Let's do it!

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Donald clutched his head in distress.

Ever since he had left Daisy to go rescue his family from Steelbeak, he hadn't heard from her since. Donald feared that she hated him for blowing her off.

There was a knock on the door of the houseboat, and he frowned. Who would be here this late? Della was asleep in her bedroom. She opted to live with him on the houseboat.

Grabbing a kitchen knife, Donald warily opened the door.

"Hey," Daisy greeted.

"Daisy!" he greeted, flailing around to conceal the kitchen knife.

Daisy rolled her eyes and smiled when she saw the knife. He always was so paranoid. She stepped inside and gently shook her rose pink blazer off, hanging it on his coat rack.

"I thought you were at Mouseton." he said, closing the door behind her.

"I was on the bus to Mouseton," she reminded him. "And then I get a call from Bentina saying that Della was home."

He smiled. "She is home. But she's asleep right now."

Donald sat down at the table. The throbbing in his head worsened, and he firmly placed two fingers above his left eyebrow, pressing against it hard. Upon seeing his distress, Daisy wordlessly began making him some tea.

"How is she?" Daisy asked, hesitantly.

"Not good. She's still adjusting to life, she suffers from PTSD, and she's still weak." Donald murmured.

Daisy frowned. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"To make matters worse, the boys are still hesitant around her."

"You can't possibly expect them to reconcile immediately, do you?"

"No," he admitted. "But it's tough for her."

"It's tough for everyone in the family, no doubt," Daisy agreed. "But everything will get better as time goes on."

Donald sighed. "I thought you were mad at me."

"Why would I be mad at you?" Daisy asked, confused.

He set his sailors cap aside, and ran his fingers through his hair. "I left you with no explanation."

"Donald," she frowned. "You left to go on an important mission. I'm not angry with you."

She poured two cups of tea, and handed one to him. He weakly grasped the handle and looked down.

"Still though… I'm sorry." he mumbled.

Daisy smiled. "Donnie, it's okay."

After finishing their tea, Daisy frowned.

"I want to see Della in the morning. Where should I sleep?" she asked timidly.

"I can sleep on the couch," Donald said hurriedly. "You can have my bed."

"It's fine. I'll sleep on the couch and you can sleep on your bed." Daisy nodded.

They glared at each other.

"Daisy." Donald warned.

"Donald." Daisy growled.

"Daisy."

"Donald."

Donald threw his hands up in the air in defeat. "Then we'll just sleep on the bed together!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!" he snapped.

Then he realized what had just happened.

ooo

Dewey smiled as he approached the kitchen, despite the almost completely lightless state that the mansion was in. He didn't know why someone would be in the kitchen at 1:00 in the morning, but he had a theory it was Della. Maybe she needed a midnight snack.

He walked through the door, instantly stopping when he saw the unmistakable shape of Reaper standing at the dishwasher, holding and studying a dinner plate from the previous evening. Dewey remained silent as he put the plate back into the dishwasher and closed it, before walking to the fridge and opening it.

What is that thing doing here?! he thought to himself, his heart rate increasing from fear. Suddenly, he regretted leaving Webby behind in their room, still fast asleep.

"Hello Dewford!" Reaper said as it looked through the fridge, shaking Dewey out of his thoughts. "I did not expect to see you up at this hour, much less without Ms. Vanderquack."

"How did you know it was me?" Dewey asked, staying at the doorway.

"The manner of which you walked into the kitchen," Reaper answered as it closed the fridge and finally turned to face Dewey, who flinched at the sight of its eyes, remembering when they were ruby red rather than green. "Everyone has a unique way of walking. I have learned to identify those methods and link them with a specific individual."

"You've done your homework on us, then," Dewey bitterly replied, growing more annoyed when the Reaper nodded. "Good to know."

The reaper turned back to the fridge and opened it again. Dewey frowned. What would a Robot want from inside a fridge?

"What are you looking for?" Dewey asked.

"All of the hidden weapons and gadgets Agent 22 has scattered across the kitchen, like she has done across the entire house," Reaper said as he once again closed the fridge. "She has not disappointed for most of the locations. She does need to move the taser from the living room, since it is in a very obvious spot."

Dewey just looked on in surprise at the Reaper's explanation. Sure, it made sense that Ms. Beakley would hide all of these spy gadgets as a means of self defense, but the Reaper finding them all and telling him this... well, she wasn't going to be happy.

Deciding to change the topic, Dewey finally had the courage to take a few steps into the kitchen, standing a fair distance away from the robot.

"I thought you had to stay at Gyro's lab."

"I am allowed access to both here and there. However, I was only allowed to enter the premises here 2 hours and 32 minutes ago."

Dewey frowned. He remembered being told of the deal just after he woke up after being scanned. Webby was furious that she had to be nice to the Reaper for a whole year in order to get the bomb out of him, but he was just uneasy. What was stopping the Reaper from just killing him now. If he wanted to rejoin F.O.W.L, Reaper was in an excellent position to do a lot of damage to the McDuck family. Dewey paused when he suddenly remembered something.

"You said that you knew Webby's father."

With that sentence, the Reaper paused and stood still for a few seconds, before glancing back at Dewey, only his green eyes visible in the darkness.

"That is correct." he finally said, as if reluctantly.

"How?" Dewey decided to press on, his curious nature winning out against his fear of the robot. "I know Webby's father worked for F.O.W.L., but I don't know for how long. And you were under Steelbeak's operations when we met you, so how would you know him?"

The Reaper stood silent. Usually the Reaper was mostly forthcoming with almost everything Gyro or Scrooge talked to him about, since they were the only two who dared to even speak with the robot on most occasions, but this seemed to be a very touchy topic for the Reaper. Dewey waited for a moment before giving the impression that he didn't care, shrugging and turned to walk out of the kitchen, back to Webby, while his thoughts were now directed at how he could find out the truth.

He didn't even reach the door when the Reaper finally spoke. "Henry Vanderquack was one of the F.O.W.L. agents that helped with my development, along with Black Heron and Steelbeak."

Reaper handed him a photo.

It was a picture of 3 young agents: Henry was obviously the one in the middle. He was handsome too. His wrinkles around his blue eyes told Dewey that he smiled a lot. His light hair was a mess, because Steelbeak, was ruffling it with his hand. Steelbeak's arm was around Black Heron, who was smirking at the camera. They looked carefree and happy, like friends were supposed to be…

It was almost hard to believe that Steelbeak had killed Webby's father.

Before Dewey could ask more questions, Reaper gently took the photo away and walked out to the living room. Dewey stood there, stunned.

So Webby's father and Steelbeak helped to create Reaper in some way. Yet the way Reaper seemed to talk about him was more… personal. he silently mused.

Dewey walked back to Webby's room and found Webby still asleep. He got back into bed with her and smiled as he looked upon her peaceful, sleeping face.

A mystery for another night. he thought to himself as he gave Webby a light kiss to the forehead before closing his eyes and quickly falling asleep.

ooo

Donald headed for the bathroom to change and brush his teeth.

It didn't take long for Daisy to realize she was sitting in the middle of bed, waiting for Donald. Immediately, her heart started racing, unable to move. It wasn't until Donald walked back out in his pajamas that Daisy snapped out of her trance.

"Get dressed so we can sleep." he smiled.

Daisy blushed.

Daisy gathered her things to change in the bathroom as she saw Donald getting the bed ready to sleep in. Little did they know, the two were just as nervous as the other was. Daisy slipped into her nightgown and slowly strolled out, her heart thumping. She could feel the pounding in her ears as she walked out to see Donald already claiming the right side of the bed. She could see how close to the edge he was, trying to ensure that he was not going to invade any of her space. She laughed slightly, looking at him sitting up, waiting for her.

"Why are you sitting so close to the edge like that?" Daisy questioned, climbing onto the other side of the bed, almost as close to the edge as Donald was.

"I could ask you the same question." he chuckled, scooting a bit closer.

Daisy did too until they were a reasonable distance away from each other and the edge so the other wouldn't fall off. A few awkward minutes went by as they shuffled in the covers, looking down at them.

"So… goodnight?"

Daisy smiled as she reached to turn off the lamp.

"Yes, goodnight, Donald."

Their hearts still pounded as the lights went out, both anticipating what weird things they'd do in their sleep. They were turned away from each other, looking wide-eyed into their side of the room, wondering if the other was sleeping soundly. Minutes, for what seemed like hours passed, and finally, Donald spoke up.

"Daisy?" Donald whispered, not moving from his position.

"Yeah?" Daisy replied, also not moving an inch.

"You're not asleep yet?" he asked.

"Haven't been able to. I'll try." she murmured.

"Yeah, I will too. Goodnight, Daisy"

"Goodnight, Don."

ooo

School started, and the teens were busy with their studies. Louie had once again skipped class, and he found himself opening Dewey's locker to find the spare car keys.

"Hey, Louie."

Louie froze as a pair of hands sensually ran up and down his lower back.

"H-hey, Becky." he stuttered nervously.

Rebecca "Becky" Drake: she was Doofus Drake's older sister that his parents adopted after Boyd. Not a lot of people knew that Doofus had a sister. Becky was a year older than him, and she and Louie had dated for two years up until she graduated and went to college. They broke up 8 months ago because Louie couldn't handle the long distance relationship anymore. Thankfully, they ended on good terms. Unfortunately, Becky had a rebellious streak when they were dating, and she wasn't the best influence on Louie. She and Louie slept together when he was only 16 and her rebelliousness had rubbed off on Louie. In 11th grade, Louie remembered partying and drinking heavily with Becky, and then waking up in a completely destroyed classroom. Donald convinced the school not to press charges, even though Scrooge had offered to pay for all the damage.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Y'know. Just visiting my family."

Louie noticed the strong stench of alcohol when she spoke.

"Where's Blake?" Louie asked, stepping away.

Blake was Rebecca's current boyfriend.

"He's not here, Lou. It's just me and you." she said seductively.

She ran her nail up his chest and cupped his face.

"Have you been working out?" she asked, a slight slur in her words.

"Becky," Louie said sternly. "Are you drunk?"

"Drunk in love." Becky grinned.

She grabbed his hand and led him to the Janitors Closet. Louie resisted, but she had a strong ironlike grip. Eventually they reached the closet, and Becky shoved him inside.

"Remember when he had sex here for the first time, Louie?" she asked, closing the door behind them.

Louie was determined not to give in to whatever trick she was playing.

"Yes, Becky, I do." he said evenly.

"You were so good. C'mon, Lou. Make me yours again." she murmured.

Louie's breath hitched when she pressed her lips against his neck. He gently shooed her away.

"Becks, you're drunk and you're dating someone else. I'm dating someone else as well." Louie said.

"Louie! You're such a tease!" she pouted, playfully slapping his arm.

"Becky, please." he said softly.

"You don't love me?" she said, now tearing up.

"Of course I do, Becks."

Her face lit up.

"But as a friend."

Her face fell.

"My heart belongs to Lena." he said gently.

"I… understand." she said.

"Can we talk about this when you're sober?" Louie asked.

She nodded, but then doubled over to puke. Louie grabbed the janitor's mop bucket as she emptied her guts out. He held her, softly tucking her black hair behind her ear.

"You're the best, Louie." she slurred.

"I know." he said, laughing softly, though there was still hurt evident in his voice.

The two walked out of the Janitors Closet, with Louie supporting her.

Unbeknownst to them, Lena had seen everything except what had happened in the closet, though she had a pretty good idea of what went down. She began tearing up, and ran out of the school.

ooo

He pulled the blanket up, and Lena snuggled into his warm chest.

"I love you." he reminded her.

"I love you more." she giggled.

She remembered everything that happened last night: His gentle touches, his words of love, his soft kisses. Now Lena was in her room underneath the amphitheater, bawling her eyes out. She clenched a photo of her and Louie and sniffled.

"I can't believe I believed you!" she sobbed.

She ripped the photo apart and let it fall.

"I hate you." she muttered, lying on her side.

Her phone buzzed.

Louie: where are u?

Lena growled. Then a new notification popped up.

Webby: Lena, where are you? We're worried sick! Especially Louie!

Through blurry tears, Lena shakily responded.

Lena: Home. And tell Louie to fuck off

Back at school, Webby's eyes widened.

"Was that Lena?!" Louie asked, frantic.

"Y-yeah…" Webby said.

It was the end of their school day, and no one had heard from Lena. It wasn't unusual. Sure she skipped class, but Lena usually told her friends where she went. They had checked everywhere.

"Well, what did she say?! Why couldn't she reply to our texts?" Huey grumbled.

"She said she's home… and she also Louie to fuck off."

Louie's eyes widened.

"Hey guys! Check out Lena's latest Tweeter update." Dewey said behind them.

"She changed her status from 'In a Relationship' to 'Single'!" Webby said.

Louie felt his heart drop.

"Dude, what happened?!" Huey asked.

"I… I don't know." he said, now dizzy.

Dewey caught his stumbling brother.

"Woah, there, Llewellyn! Careful!" Dewey said.

Louie shoved his brother away. "Where are the keys? I need to see her."

Huey eyed his brother carefully. "You're not driving."

Louie growled. "Just because you're three seconds older doesn't mean you can treat me like a fucking kid, Huey!"

Webby bit her lip. Pairs of eyes were starting to stare at the quarreling brothers.

"Louie," Webby said calmly, "you almost fell over. Understand why your brothers don't want you to drive."

Louie took a deep breath. "You'll only drive me there. That's it." Louie growled.

Dewey nodded. "Let's go."

The car ride was silent and tense. Louie was clearly aggravated. He kept tapping his fingers against the arm rest, and constantly took deep breaths. Dewey snuck glances at his brother, and sucked in a breath. He could see his anger, confusion, and desperation on Louie's face. Eventually they reached the amphitheater and Louie hopped out.

"Go home, guys." Louie growled.

Huey noticed Louie's bitter undertone.

"How will you get home?" Huey asked.

"I'll find a way! Just go!" Louie snapped harshly.

Webby, Dewey, and Huey sighed and sped off. Louie stormed towards the amphitheater and went inside.

ooo

"I'm worried." Webby said, leaning against Dewey.

The two remaining brothers and Webby had made it back home. Now, Webby and Dewey were snuggling on the couch, while Huey lied down and texted Violet on the other couch.

"Me too." Huey frowned.

"What do you think happened?" Webby asked.

"I'm not sure." Huey admitted.

Dewey sighed. "I guess we'll have to wait until Louie returns."

ooo

"Lena." Louie said sternly when he saw her lying on her bed.

"What do you want?" she spat venomously.

Louie was obviously taken aback. "Oh, I don't know! Maybe I want to talk to my girlfriend and ask why she didn't reply to my texts?! Or why she changed her Tweeter status?"

"Oh, so now you care?" Lena grumbled.

"Lena, what are you talking about?!" he asked hotly.

"YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH YOUR EX, BECKY DRAKE!" she screamed.

Louie's eyes widened. "What?!"

"Don't play dumb, Llewellyn!" she snapped, getting up.

"Lena!—"

"Save it!"

He grabbed her, and shook her shoulders. "Look me in the eye."

She didn't want to, but Louie's tight grip on her shoulders was starting to hurt. She glared at him angrily, but saw the sincerity and honesty in his intense dark eyes.

"I wasn't cheating on you, Lena." he said softly.

"I… believe you." she quietly said.

He smiled.

"But I can't do this anymore."

Louie's heart sank. "W-what?"

She looked at him, teary eyed. "You're one of the rich, good looking, athletic, heartthrob nephews of Scrooge McDuck! Every time you pass a hallway, every girl ogles at you!"

"Lena, those girls don't mean anything."

"They do, Louie! They're a constant reminder of how toxic I am for you! You can do so much better!"

"They don't prove how much I love and care about you!" he snapped, hurt.

Silence.

"Lena…" he said, trying to reach for her arm, but she moved away from him.

"Louie, please…" she whimpered.

He started getting misty eyed.

"Lena, I need you. You can't leave me now." he said, choking back a sob.

Her heart shattered at how broken his voice sounded.

"I'm sorry, Louie. I just need time to figure this all out… we need a break."

"So that's it then? You're breaking up with me? Because you saw me and Becky?!" Louie asked angrily.

"I'm breaking up with you because I'm not good enough for you. You deserve so much better." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Lena, no…" he was tearing up, trying to find the words.

"I-I'm sorry." she croaked.

Louie's tears were really starting to fall now.

"Me too." he whispered.

And with that, Louie wiped his tears against his sleeve, and walked away. Once he left, Lena broke down and began to cry.

ooo

Louie's was numb. He couldn't process what had just happened.

"I guess I'm not good enough for her." he gloomily said to himself.

He called a cab, and sat down on the curb outside of the amphitheater as he waited. Tears fell from his eyes and the pain was unbearable. It felt as if he lost his other half.

Honk!

The arrival of his cab shook him out of his dark thoughts. He hastily wiped away his tears and smiled at his cab driver.

"Hey, you're Louie Duck!" he recognized.

Louie nodded, getting into the cab.

"Where to, Mr. Duck?"

"Can you take me to McDuck Man—"

Louie stopped himself. Did he really want to face his family right now? After a quick debate, Louie told the cab driver where he wanted to go.

"Can you take me to Rodney's Bar, please?"

It had been ages since he drank.

"Yes sir." the driver said.

Rodney Beakworth was one of Scrooge's closest friends, and was the owner of a well known bar. He would treat Louie.

After a 10 minute cab ride, he paid the driver, and hopped out. When he walked in he was greeted by Rodney himself. He was big, with brutish features, including a strong jaw, hard muscles, and dozens of tattoos. But despite his dangerous appearance, Rodney was one of the kindest souls Louie knew.

"Ah, Louie! What brings you here?" Rodney asked cheerfully.

Louie managed a fake smile. "I just want some drinks tonight."

"Sure thing! Right this way!"

As the bartender made him drink after drink, Louie felt himself become more and more faded. His troubles became dimmer, and he started to forget why he came to the bar in the first place. There was a strange calm washing over him.

Rodney was watching Louie carefully from the other side of the bar. He grew worried upon seeing just how many drinks he had tonight alone. Rodney made his way over to him and nodded at the bartender to cut Louie off.

"I think you've had enough." Rodney said, looking at Louie. The kid looked trashed. His hair looked like he just rolled out of bed, he had dark circles under his eyes and the white of his eyes were bloodshot. He sat with his head leaning on his hand as he stirred his drink with a black straw.

"What?" Louie slurred, annoyed.

"Lemme call you a cab." Rodney said.

Louie glared at him. "I'm a paying customer, Rodney."

"Lou—"

"Make me another drink!" Louie growled to the bartender.

"You've had enough!" Rodney snapped.

Louie growled, grabbed a beer bottle, and managed to walk outside. He stumbled against the wall, and Rodney tried to help him up. Louie got angry and roughly shoved him away. Rodney finally relented and let Louie go.

He would later regret not stopping him.

ooo

Louie sat down on the curb and dialed Dewey.

"Louie! Where are you?!" Dewey asked frantically.

"Come pick me up." he slurred.

Dewey's eyes widened. "Are you drunk?! Where are you?"

"Rodney's. Now hurry Dewford."

Louie hung up, and he cracked open his beer bottle, chugging the contents.

ooo

Back at the Manor, the three teenagers were lounging in the Living Room. Huey was reading his JWG, and Webby was tinkering with her grappling hook. Everyone was tense. They hadn't heard from Louie all day. The kids wanted to look for him, but Scrooge told them to stay put while the adults searched for him. Everything was fine until…

"Dewey? Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Webby said.

Huey looked up from the JWG. "Yeah. You're so pale."

"I just got off the phone with Louie."

"Oh thank goodness. Where is he?" Huey asked.

"Rodney's." Dewey said carefully, looking at Webby.

Webby's heart sank.

"H-he's not drunk, is he?" Webby asked, not wanting to believe it.

Last year, Louie had started to drink heavily while he was still dating Becky. After she moved away, Louie was absolutely heartbroken, and he resorted to alcohol abuse, drinking up to 14 drinks a night. However, when Louie got into a fistfight, Scrooge banned Louie from ever drinking alcohol again, but that seemed to make Louie want to drink more. Webby was having none of it though. She consoled him, and after a few months of rehab, she managed to get him to stop drinking completely.

Until now.

Dewey sighed. "It sounded like he was drunk."

The words hit Webby like a truck.

"I'm so sorry, Webbs." Dewey said, giving her a hug.

Huey groaned. "Let's go. We can't let the adults find him while he's drunk."

The three teenagers got into their car and sped towards Rodney's.

ooo

Louie decided to walk around. He reached an alley, and almost immediately, a large crowd started walking towards him. He squinted to see red shirts, black masks, and green hats.

The Beagle Boys.

"Well lookie here." one said.

Louie glared at them.

"Shouldn't you losers be sucking up to Ma Beagle?" Louie slurred sarcastically, trying to hide the fact that he was drunk.

One of the brothers rushed forward, but the leader roughly pushed him back.

"Lemme at em', Bouncer!" he whined.

"Shut up, Big Time!" Bouncer snapped.

"Ladies, please. There's plenty of Louie for everyone." Louie chuckled, a sly smile forming on his lips.

"Think you're so tough, eh? Why are you down here anyway? Shouldn't you be in your dumb Uncle's mansion? Bouncer asked, stepping forward.

"If you mean the mansion that isn't in the dump, you're correct." Louie growled.

"Oh, go suck Uncle Scrooge's piddlestick!" Big Time retorted.

"Oh, I know you love incest, Big Time, but I don't!" Louie snarled.

A few of the brothers laughed at Big Time.

"Enough!" Bouncer growled.

His ghoulish brothers fell silent.

"What do you want anyways, Bouncer? I'm not in the mood for your shit." Louie asked.

"You're on my turf—"

"My Uncle actually owns this town. So you're on my turf." Louie said with a sly smile.

"That's it! Get em' boys!" Bouncer growled, losing his patience.

Louie's mind was cloudy from the alcohol. He couldn't fight! He was too sloppy. Before he could talk his way out, Bouncer managed to easily punch Louie in the gut, making him cry out in pain. He immediately felt nauseous, and wanted to puke. Louie stumbled forward and gripped onto Bouncer's shoulders, making the thug smirk.

"You're nothing." Bouncer spat before punching him in the gut again.

Stars danced before Louie's eyes, and he stumbled backwards. Big Time rushed forward and plummeted Louie with vicious roundhouses. Louie hit the pavement, and landed on his arm. His skin broke, and he started bleeding heavily from the impact. His breathing became shallow.

"Don't close your eyes. Don't close your eyes, Louie." he kept whispering to himself.

"Look at this chump!" Big Time spat.

Louie saw something shiny out of the corner of the eye and panicked when he saw Big Time holding a switchblade. Louie felt someone drag him back up by the hood of his hoodie, and sharply punch his face, making his nose gush out blood. Two people held his arms back while Big Time rammed the blade into the side of Louie's stomach.

Louie screamed in pure agony. He kept screaming as the metal blade broke through his skin and into his gut.

Big Time pulled the blade out and grinned evilly when he saw Louie's blood soaked sweater.

This can't be real. I'm dreaming. Louie weakly thought, growing dizzy. This only happens in movies.

Bouncer punched Louie's gut, making him cough out blood. He felt hopeless until…

Splash!

Louie felt a raindrop fall onto his head.

Splash! Splash!

Louie seemed to wake up after Dewey's vicious attack. He spit out some blood and grabbed his water bottle, uncapping it, splashing the cold water onto his face.

Splash!

Water always woke Louie up, especially whenever he was in a fight.

The rain was waking him up. Louie opened his eyes. Well, one of them anyways. The other one was swollen shut.

"You—" Louie broke out into a coughing fit, coughing out several chunks of blood. After spitting out the excess blood, he weakly continued. "—you really think you won?" Louie asked, giving them a bloody grin.

"I think I have." Bouncer grinned, punching Louie's jaw again.

Louie saw spots dance before his eyes.

Stay awake, he firmly reminded himself.

"Beating a man when he's at his weakest point is low… even for you guys." Louie snickered.

Louie felt blood drip down the side of his head. He winced when he felt more blood run down his stomach. His arm was also bleeding heavily from when he had fallen on the pavement.

"So what?" Big Time asked, preparing to stab Louie again, but this time, Bouncer shoved Big Time back.

"STOP IT, YOU MORON! WE CAN'T KILL THE FUCKING GUY!"

"MAN UP, BOUNCER! MA WOULD WANT THIS!" Big Time snapped, advancing on Louie.

Bouncer lost his patience with Big Time, and slapped him across the face, sending his younger brother spiraling. The switchblade clattered from his hands, making Louie sigh with relief.

Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!

It was really starting to rain now, and the water washed off Louie's face. A mix of blood and water dripped down his nose and onto the pavement. He immediately felt refreshed as the water woke up his senses.

"He's good with words! Don't trust him, Bouncer!" one of Louie's captors warned.

Louie attacked.

He leaned back, shifting all of his weight backwards, and his two captors fell alongside with him. Louie quickly recovered however, and rolled off the two bodies. He jumped up and punched Bouncer across the jaw, making him spit out blood and hit the pavement. He didn't get back up. The rest of the Beagles stepped back in fear upon seeing their strongest brother on the ground. Thunder boomed loudly as Louie roughly kicked Bouncer's unconscious body. His high was fading away, and Louie felt dizzy and sick again. But he knew he needed to get the Beagles away from him.

"Listen. I have two brothers and a sister who are on their way right now. When they see you, they'll kill you." Louie growled.

The brothers wasted no time running away, leaving Big Time and Bouncer behind. Lightning flashed and Louie's knees buckled. He felt his vision darkening.

Just focus. Louie…

Keep your eyes open…!

Fight it…

Stay…awake…

Don't…pass…out…

Stay… awake…

Before he knew it, everything turned black.

"I'm sorry." Louie managed.

Then he collapsed right next to Bouncer and Big Time, hitting his head on the pavement.

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