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"words"- speech
Who did this? Who hurt him?
It was early. Too early for him. Morning sunlight leaked through their bedroom window. It was quiet.
It shouldn't be quiet right now
The only sound that could be heard were the shallow breaths of a sleeping duck.
Well sleeping isn't exactly the right word.
Louie was currently slouching on a chair next to his bed. Hoodie covering his head, arms wrapped around himself, tired eyes concentrating on the hard-wooden floor beneath him. Next to him was an empty chair and an empty beanbag. It's been a few hours since they were last occupied.
He was tired. Both emotionally and physically. Never in his life had he felt so many emotions in the span of 14 hours. These emotions were starting to take a toll on his body as well. His muscles ached from hours of sitting. His eyes were sunken from lack of sleep. His stomach grumbled from hunger. His head hurt from crying so much.
With a sad sigh Louie looked over to his unconscious brother. There on his bed lay Huey. Bandages were wrapped around his head hiding the fact that he was sporting a bad head injury. There was a pained expression plastered across his face.
Every time he looked at his brother a feeling of sadness and anger overwhelmed him.
It's been 14 hours since the incident. It's been 14 hours since he was last awake. It's been 14 hours since someone hurt his brother.
Who did this?
This was all Louie could think of.
Yesterday sure was eventful
The day prior, the family had traveled to Castle Brujedry to look for the All-knowing Mirror. According to Finch's journal, this mirror had the answer to any question you asked. However, only one question could be asked per person.
On their way to the castle, Huey seemed extremely stressed. Louie was about to ask what was wrong when a sense of annoyance overtook him.
For the past several weeks Louie had noticed Huey becoming increasingly more and more anxious. This anxiety only grew once Uncle Donald moved out of the houseboat and moved in with his girlfriend Daisy.
There were several instances where Louie had asked what was wrong, but he never got an answer. Every time he asked, Huey would nervously dodge the question and flee.
Frustrated with his responses Louie gave up. He had put in too much effort into trying to find out what was wrong just for his brother to keep blowing him off. Heck he had even asked Dewey if he knew, but Dewey also didn't know what was going on in their older brother's head.
For some reason he had the suspicious feeling that Huey's previous odd behavior was connected to the castle incident. Now he really wished he tried to pry a bit more. He wished he had asked what was wrong back on the plane. He wished he asked him a few more times these past few weeks. Maybe if he had kept on pestering him Huey would have told him what was going on.
Back at the castle, Huey hurriedly suggested that they split into groups to look for the mirror. Uncle Scrooge didn't think much of it and agreed.
Louie stayed with Uncle Scrooge and Webby to search around the west part of the castle while Huey and Dewey went with their mom too look around the east part.
Things had been going normal. Scary monsters appeared, they fought them off, Louie screamed. Same old same old. Everything had been fine until Louie and co heard Dewey's panicked shouts coming towards their direction.
"Guys we need to leave now! Huey's really hurt!"
A few seconds later Dewey came into view with Della right behind him. However, something wasn't right. Both Dewey and Della were decorated in bruises. Dewey's didn't look very serious, but they didn't look pretty either. Della on the other hand seemed to have a large bruise forming right under her left eye and on her cheek. Huey on the other hand looked worse off. Huey was unconscious in Della's arms. Upon closer inspection you can see a nasty gash along with a nasty bruise forming on the side of his head.
Who did this?
Dewey looked frightened. Something not commonly seen. Della on the other hand looked furious. Something also not commonly seen. She was protectively holding on to her oldest son while anxiously looking around.
"Lets go" she demanded.
No questions were asked before they started heading back towards the castle entrance and onto the plane.
On the plane, Della and Scrooge tended to Huey's injuries as best they could. They also tended to Dewey's more nastier bruises which were located on his arms and back. Uncle Scrooge tried tending to Della's bruises, but she insisted she was fine.
After they finished tending to both kid's injuries, they asked the children to look after Huey while they went to start up the plane. Once they were allowed to get near Huey, Dewey instantly curled up next to him. Not wanting to leave his side.
At the sight of his brother, Louie just started silently crying even harder. He tried to cover up his tears with his hoodie, but it was no use.
Who did this?
Louie could hear faint whispering coming from the cockpit as they flew but couldn't make out what the adults were saying.
Mom's probably telling Scrooge what happened.
Louie also wanted to ask what happened, but the only other person who was there during the attack was Dewey and right now Dewey seemed extremely upset.
Naturally they were all scared for Huey. Back at the castle, Louie automatically started tearing up at the sight of his big brother and since then couldn't stop. Webby had been able to keep it together until she looked at Huey's unconscious form on the plane. That's when she started sniffling and crying. Dewey on the other hand had been shaking since getting on the plane. His face was scrunched up, his brows furrowed, his shoulders were hunched all while his teary eyes looked heatedly towards the floor.
"I'm sorry" Louie heard Dewey quietly whisper to himself.
Sorry about what?
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