The Life and Times of Louie Duck - Book 1

Chapter 1 - "Daddy's Coming ." - Louie

Webby couldn't sleep. She kept seeing Louie chained up, bruised, and beaten by her mortal enemy, Soran, she kept waking up to make sure

   Louie was still there. She finally decided to give up on sleep at that point and got up as quietly as she could. Louie groaned and rolled over to his side, facing away from her.

She tiptoed passed him, grabbed her robe and quietly opened their bedroom door and made her way down the hall. She peered into their children's room; Garret and Hope, as she walked by them. They were both sound asleep. She was thankful that the recent event's hadn't scarred them for life.

She made her way to the kitchen and made herself a cup of grape juice. She made a face when she saw the box of tea next to the juice. She still couldn't stand the taste of tea, even though they did have the stuff in the house for the kids and Louie.

After defeating Soran just yesterday, she felt like something was still off. Like it had been to easy for them to just escape, and with Louie? Soran would never have given up Louie just like that. Not when it satisfied her too much for her to torture him simply because they were married and she held a grudge against her.

She must be planning something big.

Webby glanced at the photo of her and her grandmother Ms. Beakly. It was back when she was eleven-years-old. They were at the beach, having a grand time. One of the last they would have until she passed away two years later.

Webby's heart ached as she stared at it. She missed her grandmother and wished she was still around. She'd know what to do in a situation like this. She had been the most famous S.H.U.S.H. Agent in the world, and the best grandma in the world.

Taking over her job was a dream come true. Then marrying Louie and having a family all her own was even more then she'd ever had dreampt of. Now she had to protect them even more now that Soran had shown herself again.

Webby sighed, closed her eyes and took a sip of her juice.

"What are you doing up so late?"

Webby's eyes opened and Louie stood in the doorway of the kitchen, he rubbed his eyes and yawned. Even though he was now twenty-two he still looked so much like a kid waking up for a glass of water in the middle of the night.

"Couldn't sleep." Webby replied. Louie walked over to her and nuzzeled her neck before kissing her on the lips. "What about you?" Webby asked once they pulled away, "You should be getting some sleep," she added and looked with guilt at his wounds. "You had a rough couple of days, after being in a coma for over a year." She reminded him.

"I, I'm fine." Louie muttered.

Webby watched him as he went to the cabinet and got out a glass. She noticed his hand shaking and got up a bit to late before it slipped out of his hands and shattered to the floor. Louie groaned in frustration as he went to pick up the shattered glass. Webby grabbed his shaky hand and squeezed it gently. Louie looked at her with tears in his eyes.

"It's okay, Louie. I got it." She assured him. "Go, sit down." She told him. Louie nodded gloomily and sat down next to her empty chair. Webby's trained ears scanned the house for any stirring of their kids. When she heard none she quietly put the glass away in the trash and got out another one.

"I, I'm sorry, Webs." Louie stammered. Webby made him a cup of tea and slowly walked back over to him. "I should be okay with this by now. I mean, I feel fine. Really. So, what's wrong with me?" He asked.

"Louie," Webby began gently as she handed the cup to him. He took it great fully  and took a sip, reminding her so much of Uncle Scrooge. "It's your body, not your mind, reacting to the aftermath of what you've gone through because of Soran." She explained. "Mentally you are better, but physically..." Her voice trailed off as Louie began trembling again.

"I hate that I was so weak," Louie whispered. He stared down at his tea, not looking at Webby who he was sure was giving him a pity stare. He hated those, more then the fact that he was weak. "So, so helpless that I couldn't protect you or Dewey..."

Webby bit her bottom lip. It's been over three days since Louie was captured by her sworn enemy. She and Dewey had rushed to save him, but in all that time Soran had tortured, violated him, and abused him in more ways then Webby dared to imagine.

All because of her...

"Come on," Webby said. She got up making the chair scratch the kitchen floor. Louie looked up from his cup of tea in alarm, but when he saw her holding out a hand to him he gave her a small smile. "Let me prove to you, that you aren't weak." She said.

Louie gazed into her twinkling eyes and knew what she meant almost imminently he put down his cup and took her hand. Webby led him over to the couch and pushed him down gently on top of it as she climbed on top of him.

"W,Webby. Y,you sure about this?" He stammered as she leaned in close to his face. Webby flipped her hair to one side and smiled at him. "The kids are upstairs asleep, what if we -." But he didn't get a chance to finish his sentence because Webby had started kissing him gently at first, Louie didn't resist and kissed her back more firmly. Just as it started to heat up they suddenly heard a loud crash from upstairs.

Garret and Hope muffled screams made them both jump up off the couch. Webby quickly put her shirt back on and raced after Louie who was taking the stairs two at a time.

He reached their bedroom door before she did and he stood there, frozen in the doorway his face as pale as a ghost as he stared into the room. Webby fearfully walked up behind him and peered into the room. Her heart sank when she saw that both Garret and Hope were gone.

She slowly pushed passed Louie to take a closer look and find some clues. The window broken, Hope's teddy bear was on the floor. Louie had given Hope the bear when she turned six-years-old this pass year. She'd had never gone anywhere without it. Webby picked it up with a shaky hand and turned it over. There was a note pinned too it.

"L,Louie..." Webby choked out. She turned slowly to him and showed him the note.

Louie shook himself out of his frozen trance and read what was on the note out loud.

"If you ever want to see your kids again, surrender yourself and Dewey. Llewellyn knows what will happen if you don't." -Soran.