The Four Skulls of Doofus Drake

Chapter 26 - Louie

Louie waited forever for Doofus to come back.

He was cold.

He was hungry and most of all he was...

Alone.

Louie had forgotten everything.

Who he once was.

Where he came from.

Even the God like powers he had gained had been silenced and forgotten about.

Suddenly, Louie began to panic.

He suddenly couldn't live without Doofus let alone breath!

Doofus was his!

His one and only!

The only person who understands him!

Then only person who ever loved and cared about him!

He struggled against his restraints as he racked his now fried brain what could have possibly set his master off.

What did he do to make him angry?

What was he suppose to think about?

All he could remember was Doofus's kiss and how he could still feel it his bill tingle long after he left.

His heart ached for Doofus.

He couldn't live without him!

Louie started to scream.

He screamed out for Doofus until he couldn't no more.

When all he was able to whisper before he cried himself to sleep was...

"I'm sorry, Master."

Later :

Doofus busted open his bedroom door and marched up to a gun safe.

He opened it and got out a nine millimeter hand gun.

He checked the gun making sure it had enough bullets. Then he glanced around and found the mirror in which the enchanting Lena was still held captive.

He picked it up and stared into it until she appeared unwillingly in front of him. When she saw him she crossed her arms and scowled at him.

"Hello, Princess." Doofus cooed.

"Don't call me that!" Lena snarled.

Doofus sighed as he sat down the gun on the night stand and held the mirror with both hands.

"I truly would have loved for you to have seen Llewellyn just now." He said.

Lena's jaw clinched as her eyes narrowed at the gothic teenager.

What had gotten her though her days was thinking up ways to make Doofus pay for what he had done to her, and to Louie.

"But with you there, the treatment wouldn't have turned out much of a success as it did." Doofus continued.

"What treatment?" Lena asked, afraid of the answer. "What did you do to him?"

"I made him forget you, darling." Doofus answered, a smile slowly forming on his face.

Lena's heart dropped to her stomach.

No.

It couldn't be true!

Not her Lou-Lou!

"Now, I am afraid that our time together is almost up." Doofus said, snapping Lena out of her panicked thoughts

Images of Hades flashed though Doofus's mind, making him shudder.

For some reason, he had been dreaming of ways Doofus would die under Hades wrath.

Being buried alive.

Shot repeatedly.

Suffocation.

Drowning.

Doofus blinked and shook himself out of his thoughts.

He was getting paranoid.

He was safe as long as his plan was going smoothly.

All he needed to do was get Phooey back, and keep the God powers inside Louie stable enough until Doofus was ready to use them.

Soon there will be no more Gods to fear, and no more fear of going either to hell or where ever it was Doofus will end up once he was dead.

Doofus chuckled to himself.

He would soon be called King and he would rule this pathetic world with Louie by his side.

With that thought in mind he put the mirror face down, ignoring Lena's fading protests and questioning and picked up the gun.

Plan B.

He really didn't want to resort back to plan B.

Killing his beloved Llewellyn would be a great loss.

It would be lonely for him to rule without him.

He just had to make sure that everything goes according to plan.

Doofus's heart thudded hard in his chest as he stared into the barrel of the gun.

He knew one thing for sure though, that when push comes to shove, if he couldn't have Llewellyn.

Nobody will.