Long Live the Evil Triplet

Chapter 18 - Truth and Consequence

Huey didn't waste no time. Has soon as Webby left with Luis he slammed the door to the cabin shut and locked it. Then blocked the door using what little was around the cabin to work with. The cot bed, and the one chair.

Dewey still stood there.

Frozen in place.

He hadn't said a word or even moved since Webby left which was about five minutes ago.

Huey knew he'd have to snap him out of it at some point before -.

A low growl made Huey's heart pound hard against his chest. He slowly turned to the one window by the door and saw a pair of eyes.

"I smell him." Said a deep gruffy voice.

Then pounding from the door as the wereduck tried getting in with its razor sharp claws.

"I smell the duck that I need to kill!" The voice continued.

More howling that could be heard all over the cabin now.

"He, He's not here!" Huey shouted out. He quickly grabbed Dewey and pulled him back to the far side of the cabin. "So, So you can leave!" He added.

Huey knew was by far the last thing the wereducks had in mind. He heard a snort from behind the door.

"I know he's in there! What's weird is that I smell two more like him! More food for my pack to enjoy!" The voice said eagerly.

"J,Just leave us alone!" Huey called back.

"You may not be Lwellewyn." The voice snarled. "But you are close enough. My pack must be fed, I can sense the curse surrounding you. It's been a long time since any of my pack has had a taste of a curse, they crave it so..." The voice whined.

Curse?

What curse?

Huey's thought quickly.

All they had to defend themselves was a blow torch, a journal, and if you count the sleeping pills...

No way was he using his journal as a weapon, and the pills, he could probably shake them to distract the beasts, but he doubt they'd fall for it.

Huey could probably cause enough damage with the blow torch, but not against a whole pack of wereducks. He glanced around and his eyes rested on the stove. Of all the fairy tales that their Uncle Donald had told them, only one came to mind that gave him an idea. The one that really impacted the red clad duck even to this day.

"Dewey, stay here." Huey ordered.

Dewey remained silent, but stayed where he was.

Huey grabbed the blow torch and opened the door to the stove furnace, just as a claw busted through the door. Huey froze when he saw the scar above the wereducks left eye. Flashbacks from that night they were being chased by who they thought was Luis but instead were these wereducks crossed his mind.

"Ah." Said the wereduck, and Huey saw his upper lip curl into a snarl. "It's you. The red one and..." He craned his neck and squinted his eyes at Dewey. Huey narrowed his eyes at the wereduck. "The ambitious blue one, he was certainly fun back then..." He hissed as he inched his way inside.

Huey noticed that he wasn't as big as the girl wereduck from before. More slender, and bony with less dark fur. But the eyes remained the same. Dark, cold, cruel...

"Luther." Huey managed to choke out once he found his voice.

Luther turned to look at him.

"Ah. Know my name now, don't you." Luther snickered. "I've known yours for a long time now, Huebert." Luther said.