War for Genius

18.- Is there a solution or not?

Hello everyone, here's the new chapter for this week! This time it comes later than I thought, sorry. But on the other hand, it means you'll have to wait less until chapter 19. In this chapter, I came back to a POV I haven't used for a while, I hope you all will like it! This chapter wasn't actually planned, at least not in this way. But as the story advanced, and after see something that gave me the inspiration, I came up with this. I'm sure you'll understand what am I talking about after reading the chapter 😉

As always, I'd like to thank Empro-8 for helping me editing this story. Honestly, without her help this wouldn't be as good as it is, so thank you very much Empro-8 you're amazing!

Welp, I'll stop talking and let you read the chapter, enjoy it! 😉

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Fenton was just now entering his house. After leaving the McDuck mansion, the Hispanic duck had headed home, albeit reluctantly, to do what he had agreed with Dr. Gearloose: rest. Honestly, Fenton'd have preferred to go back to the lab and continue working on finding Huey, but the brown plumage duck couldn't deny that Gyro was right. If he didn't rest, he wouldn't be very helpful when the time to rescue the duckling did come. And Fenton was well aware that with Beaks being responsible for what had happened, they would need all the help they could get.

But as much as he wanted to, Fenton felt that he wouldn't be able to rest. He was too worried about that little boy. And after discovering what was in that box and listening what the two Huey's brothers had said, his concern had increased exponentially, reaching levels that could lead him to potential anxiety attacks. Something Fenton had never experienced.

If Beaks could see him now, he'd probably be rejoicing at the Hispanic duck's pain and concern. Oh, how badly Fenton wanted to wipe that smile from his face. He wanted that unscrupulous gray parrot to pay for all the damage he was doing to someone as good and gentle as Huey. That boy didn't deserve to be treated the way he was being treated. No, he deserved to be at home with his family, with his friends, with the people who loved him. Not alone, trapped with people who hated and sought to harm him.

Fenton sighed. Certainly, the more he thought about it, the harder it was to believe he could get any sleep. Trudging to his bedroom, the weary duck collapsed on his bed, not even bothering to change from his shirt and tie. He'd promised Dr. Gearloose that he would try to rest, and Fenton was a duck of his word.

Situating his head on his pillow, the Hispanic duck noticed that almost instantly his eyelids closed, that it was increasingly difficult to stay awake, what the...? Wow, he must have been much more tired than he thought. Unable to fight any longer, the brown plumage duck ended up succumbing, giving himself up to Morpheus' arms and rested at last.

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Fenton's eyes widened slowly and he found himself in the middle of a white hallway. Where was he? What place was this? Looking both ways down the hall, the Hispanic duck didn't know where to go.

"Help!" a voice suddenly shouted. Fenton recognized that voice. It was Huey!

The brown plumage duck began to run in the direction from which the cry for help had come. But Fenton was not willing to give up. Huey needed him, and he would help him, no matter what.

"Huey!" Fenton yelled.

"Fenton? Fenton! I'm here!" the duckling called, panic in his voice.

The brown plumage duck increased his sprinting speed until he finally managed to reach the end of the corridor. Doing so, he suddenly found himself in a large dark space, and in the center of this space, was Huey. He was illuminated by a beam of light coming from the ceiling. Fenton saw that the duckling's hands were connected to the ground with chains. And that the boy could only move as far as the length of these chains allowed.