Long Live the Evil Triplet

Chapter 19 - Never Underestimate Luis.

Luis slumped up against the wall of the mansion. His hopes dashed, his heart pounding hard against his chest. Della, his mom, had called him Luis for the first time in his life. She knew about him. Threatened him, even.

But why?

How did she know about him when no one else knew except his brothers and Uncle Donald? What information did she want to know?

Sure, she had wanted to know where Dewey and Huey were, as if they were all the mattered, but that wasn't it. That wasn't the real information she wanted, or else she would have stopped right there. Instead, she threatened him to stop trying to break the curse.

Or else.

Suddenly a realization came to him. That couldn't have been Della. Della would never be that hostile towards her own sons. Not after she just literally came back from space to be with them. Luis's stomach twisted into a knot.

He knew who that really was, and he didn't like the fact that she had wormed her way into Della's body, made her do and say things that normal she wouldn't.

Magica De Spell had been on to Luis from day one. She must have sensed the curse waning. Getting close to being broken. She wasn't going to let up that easily. Not when it came to them, his Uncle Scrooge, and the number one dime.

Luis knew what he had to do. Knew that he had to make it extra believable for Magica to believe he wasn't trying to break the curse.

To protect his brothers.

If not...

Luis shooked his head, and straightened himself up.

No.

He wasn't going to let her get the better of him.

He was Luis.

He was the evil triplet.

It was time he started acting like it.

He marched up the stairs towards his bedroom door.  He opened it just as a fist came at him from Dewey. Luis staggered back and held the tip of his bill as blood began to drip from it.

"Damn it, Dewey!" Luis hissed, his eyes watering as he pushed passed him and quickly shut the door behind him.

"Stay away from Webby!" Dewey shouted at him, glaring at him.

Huey didn't try and restrain Dewey this time. He crossed his arms and glared at Luis too.

"Will you keep it down?" Luis hissed at him. "I'm -."

"No! I will not keep it down!" Dewey yelled.

Luis looked over at Huey for help, he only shrugged. Luis groaned in frustration, and rolled his eyes.

"What are you trying to do, Luis? Rip a whole in my heart? Are you jealous that you don't have one?" Dewey spat at him.

"Back off, Dewford!" Luis shouted, no longer wanting to keep his voice down. "I'm trying to help -."

"Help?" Dewey interrupted. "HELP? You don't even know the meaning of that word! You've been tormenting Huey and me since yesterday, you went after the girl I like and you knew that, and, and, you left us in the woods to deal with, with..." His voice wavered and his eyes teared up.

"Why didn't you tell us about the curse?" Huey whispered, stepping in.

Luis looked at him.

He didn't even seem that bothered by the fact that Luis had been keeping important things from them.

"I take it Luther told you." Luis said, and smirked, "how'd that go by the way?" He asked.

"Terrifying." Huey snapped back. He slowly put an arm over Dewey's trembling body. "I managed to trap him in that stove.