The Spy that Loves Me

Chapter 9

Louie marched into the garage of the mansion and up to his motorcycle he jammed his hands inside his black leather jacket pocket and got out the keys. He jammed them into the ignition and swung his legs across the set.

He was about to kick up the stand and roar the engine to life when he heard someone clear their throat loudly at the doorway making him freeze and cock his head to one side.

"Where do you think you are going, young man?" Uncle Donald asked, he narrowed his eyes at his youngest nephew and crossed his arms.

"Out." Was all Louie replied as he kicked the engine to life.

Donald hated the fact that Uncle Scrooge had bought him the bike for his sixteenth birthday. It was like a death trap to him and the only reason he allowed Louie to keep it was because Louie had sworn no more family shattering schemes.

Though Donald wasn't there when Della had grounded him for using Gyro's time tub for a get rich quick scheme

Della had filled him in afterwards and since then all had been as calm as it could get from Louie. But Donald worried for him, he knew his nephew well enough to know when something is bothering him and that meant trouble wasn't far off in Donald's eyes for Louie.

Louie had never been the one to talk about his feelings, only act upon them and though its true that actions speak louder then words Donald was a bit afraid that Louie was slowly spiralling down a dark rabbit whole into another reality all together with this recent events of his brother showing up and after he departed them on such a sour note. 

"Does this have anything to do with Dewey?" Donald question.

"It's always been about him" Louie replied darkly.

Donald couldn't really blame Huey or Louie for being angry with Dewey. Donald wasn't too happy with the blue clad duckling himself and often wondered where he had gone wrong with that one. If anyone would spiral out the way Dewey is he would have thought Louie would be the first to act out.

Donald's stomach twisted with quilt at the thought. He had thought he had raised all three of them better. He sighed when he saw that Louie didn't have his helment on and grabbed it from nearby.

He walked up to Louie and held it out to him. Louie blinked in surpise at the gesture but didn't complain about having to wear it as it was one of the rules for getting to keep the bike.

"Be back by ten." He tells Louie.

"Yeah, yeah." Louie replied and rolled his eyes and was about to push off when Donald grabbed the handle bars making the bike's tires squeal a bit as the engine continued to act alive.

Louie's head turned sharply at his uncle and though Donald couldn't see his eyes under the dark sunviser of the helment he knew his nephew was glaring at him. But he ignored it and forced the words out that had been bulding up inside him since the day they were born.

"Stay safe."

"Always do, Uncle Donald." Louie replied in a soft tone.

Donald Duck closed his eyes and slowly let go of the handle bars. He didn't open them until he heard the tires squealing as Louie shot out of the opened garage door like a bullet from a gun no hesitating to hit anyone or anything in its path...

That thought made Donald shudder. He hadn't always been the one to think dark stuff like that of his nephews, but times had changed, things were so different now...

He took a deep breath and whispered into the darkness as he watched the small dot that was Louie get further and further away from him.

"Please, come back home safely."