The Spy that Loves Me

Chapter 12

Louie had been driving all night, not having a clue as to where, it helped clear his head when he drove and help him think of a plan.

He hadn't planned on getting back home by ten as Donald had requested him to. Bold face lie on his part and no doubt he'd pay for it once he finally did make it home.

But as soon as he stopped at a red light he had that gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach that something horribly new had just occurred and he couldn't shake the feeling and he stalled at the now green light for a minute more then necessary when the gnawing from his stomach rose to his throat causing him to groan in frustration before throttling the engine and whirling the bike around and going full speed back towards the mansion.

He made it back in less then an half hour and by that time the sun had risen and he found Uncle Scrooge and Donald waiting up for him as he entered the house.

"Hey, Uncle Donald. Is everything...Normal around here?" Louie asked choosing his words wisely.

"I told you to be back by ten!" Uncle Donald shouted at him ignoring his question completely.

"Donald..." Uncle Scrooge said with a tired sigh.

"Don't Donald me, Scrooge!" Donald squawked angrily at him. "I knew I shouldn't have allowed Louie to keep that damn bike!" He shouted.

"Sorry, Uncle Donald. But -."

"No buts Llewellyn you are grounded and as far as the bike -." Donald snarled.

Louie blinked the next thing he knew it he found himself following his Uncle to the garage and before either he or Scrooge could stop him Uncle Donald had torched it with a flame torch. Louie's eyes watered as the smell of burnt rubber filled his nose.

"That was a forty thousand dollar bike that you just torched, Donald!" Scrooge gasped at him. "I think I'm having a heart attack! He grimaced as he clinched his chest where his heart was.

Donald rolled his eyes at his sarcasm.

"For as old as you are and healthy I doubt it, Scrooge. You shouldn't have given him the bike to begin with!" Donald snapped back. "Spear of Selene all over, again!!" He snarled.

Louie didn't say a word as he fell to his knees slowly, staring at what was once his most pride and joy.

Gone, up in flames. 

He could hear Uncle Donald and Scrooge bickering but their voices were distant.

This was so uncalled for!

It was even worse then when his Mom grounded him back when he was ten just weeks after she arrived back from the moon.

He kept staring at the scorch marks and the melted metal. He knew he'd be grounded to the extreme but this...

The gnawing in his stomach hadn't let up even after all this, and even though every ounce of his strength was telling him to focus on being angry at what had just happened. He choose not to ignore the feeling, he learned from his past that if he did more terrible things would happen, more to him then to anyone else.

Last time he ignored it...

Dewey left.

Louie slowly forced himself to stand.

He had asked Donald if everything was normal, not okay, because in all reality everything wasn't okay.

Not by a long shot.

He slowly turned to both his uncles and started walking passed him them. He was about to head up the stairs to his bedroom when Donald grabbed his arm.