Author's Note: Hey readers. The Loud House is a show that has an extremely high potential for all genres. That being said, I've created multiple ideas of my own, including considering some I've received in PMs. I started drafting this story a few days ago. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Nickelodeon. No copyright infringement intended.

Feel for Revenge

I got this. Grab the ball from the center, cut through the right end and linebacker, avoid the corner and I'm good. Lynn Loud assured herself. It was the biggest game of the season, and she so happened to be standing in the brightest part of the field. The entire Royal Woods middle-high school body cheered loudly for their team. Being the quarterback and knowing there was under a minute left, it was up to her to bring her team out of their 2-point deficit.

Acquiring the ball from the center, she evaded a opposing linebacker by executing a 360 spin. She loved having the ball, no matter what the sport was. She felt most important during moments like these. The speed she felt, the adrenaline and motivation moving her as she cut passed the other team's defenders. She knew she practiced day and night for games like these, but she still surprised herself when showing off her skills. Although the touchdown zone was in sight, she was cognizant of two girls almost double her size approaching her with great speed. With cat-like instincts, she threw it to her teammate Margo.

Lynn was on the ground for a second before she got back on her feet and continued running. Being the fastest on the team, she knew it was all up to her to score the touchdown they needed. On Margo's end, she knew time was running out. Knowing she wouldn't score the points they desperately needed in time, she saw someone she could throw it to, someone a good distance away. As three defenders approached her, in a nick of time, she threw it with all her might. Surely with the force exerted behind the throw, it would land in the touchdown zone. However, it wouldn't matter, unless someone was there to receive it. The crowd went wild as it was Lynn Loud that leaped to make a one-handed catch.

Landing on her back, she became surrounded by her teammates, each and every one of them chanting her name. Her eyes were wide as saucers. Now having a four point lead with two seconds left on the clock, it was a sure win.

The pleasurable feeling of victory was something she enjoyed more than anything in the world. Her hard work paid off. She was undeniably the player of the game.

Nothing could ruin this day.

Margo hugged her. "Lynn... that catch was unbelievable!"

Lynn's smile defined the mood of the whole moment. "I guess it was pretty good, but that perfect spiral you threw was the reason why we won. We stuck together til the end, defying all odds." She responded as the two chest bumped.

"You kidding? You were awesome!"

"That was something out of a movie!"

"Not to mention that was your third touchdown!"

"You're the best, Lynn."

That last comment made her blush. She couldn't define her feeling, but euphoria would be understatement.

Yep. I am the best.

After acknowledging the fans and posing in group photos, the girls hit the showers and changed into clean clothes. Their faces brightened the locker room as Lynn was the last one to exit. Their coach joined them as everyone gave each other high fives.

"Everyone." The coach smiled. "I just want to say how grateful I am to have a group of girls like you. You kept your eyes on the stars and your feet on the ground. You played hard. Keep it up, and we can win our final game!"

The girls shouted their team name when one of them spoke up.

"What about Lynn? After all, she is our MVP." A brunette stated. She was just a couple inches over Lynn in height.

This sparked more excitement in the group as the coach frowned at the 13-year old. Lynn noticed this, but no one else did.

"Yes, Lynn. I need to have a word with you." He responded before heading towards his office.

She received multiple pats on the back as she began to follow him.

"Go get 'em Lynn!" Margo slapped her ass.

"Yeah..."

A couple girls left as the rest waited for her outside. She walked down a hallway which had many plaques on the walls, including an empty trophy case. It was their year, she thought.

"Lynn, please take a seat."

Slightly baffled but still feeling gleeful, she sat in an office chair that was adjacent to the coach's desk. He tapped a pencil against his desk with a rather stern look etched on his face.

"What's up coach?" She asked with a skeptical smile. She wondered if he had a surprise for her great performance, such as being promoted to team captain.

She couldn't be more wrong.

"You did what was expected of you, you did good." His eyes didn't say the same thing.

"Sure."

"Well, you're probably wondering why I called you here."

"To up my game? Because I can do way more than a simple catch."

"Lynn-"

"I'll be on the field to practice first thing tomorrow morning."

"Don't."

Lynn raised a brow. "What did he mean?"

The coach gave a sigh. "As you know, there are always weekly checks of lockers."

"Mhm."

What the athlete wasn't expecting was to see him take a bag out of his desk. Written across it was the word "confiscated". She could see bottles of pills inside, including a needle with some type of fluid inside. To say the least, she was caught off guard.

"Recognize these?"

Lynn raised her eyebrows. "No."

The coach starred at the empty trophy case. He wished it would one day be at the front lobby of the school.

"Lynn.. these were in your locker."

Her heart dropped to her stomach. The last thing a girl with her athletic abilities would want is to be in a situation like this. She knew the risks of taking performance enhancement drugs. She would never do such a thing.

"T-That's impossible." She grabbed the bag from his hand. While analyzing the content inside, she noticed her name written on the labels.

She had no issues with any of the athletes on her team, but it became apparent that someone hated her guts. This ate her alive as she couldn't believe something like this could be done.

It was a moment she imagined in her nightmares.

"Coach, I promise you. I would never use drugs to better my game. You can ask my siblings! The furthest I'm ever willing to go are sports bars. Sports bars!" She pleaded, nearly on one knee.

"I don't know, Lynn. Your brother Lincoln once gave me bad advice on picking up women."

"What does that have to do with anything?!"

Coach Pakowski leaned in and looked into Lynn's troubled eyes. Her face was red with worry and anger.

"Why Lynn, why would you do this? Be honest with me."

"I'm not lying Coach Pakowski."

He slowly took off his hat. "Lynn.. I don't know how to tell you this.."

Lynn sat while looking down. The thought of losing the opportunity to win a championship for her team, to not be part of something amazing, was simply too much to handle.

"You can't do this, sir. Please..."

"I'm going to leave this room for ten minutes. It'll be enough time for you to clean out your locker. Don't forget to leave your jersey on my desk."

He stood from his chair with a clipboard and the drug bag in his hand as he headed for the doorway when he felt her hand grip his arm.

"Coach, you have no idea how badly I need this. Football is one of my favorite sports, and it's been years since I've won my last championship. My parents would probably destroy me if they ever thought I was a cheater..."

Deep down inside, she knew she wasn't. It was something her coach also believed.

"Coach, you know me."

It took herculean effort to give up his best player.

His favorite player.

"You're off the team, Lynn. Good luck out there."

She watched the burly man walk down the hall and stare at the trophy case. With a deep look of stress, he shook his head and wrote something on his clipboard.

She was sure it was a roster sheet. She was even more certain it was her name being scratched out.

That day took a nosedive like a plane going down. She looked at her empty locker while holding two heavily packed duffel bags, including a jersey with a "1" slung over her shoulder. At the speed of molasses, she dragged down the hall to his office. The ten minutes wasn't up yet. She had a moment to say goodbye to the fond memories.

Dropping the baggage next to her, she starred at her jersey. The red jersey with her last name in bold lettering on the back was something she would miss dearly. She never envisioned sports being taken away from her. More than anything, she never imagined losing her beloved friends as teammates.

"Goodbye for now, old friend." She kissed the uniform and laid it across his desk.

I'll find out who did this. They'll wish they were never born.

The aforementioned teammates stood in a happy cluster when they saw Lynn exit the school. They expected nothing but good news from her. While shouting her name, they noticed her facial expression as she got closer, including the baggage she carried.

"Lynn! What did the coach..."

Margo knew her friend well. Something was wrong.

"What happened Lynn?"

The 13-year old walked passed them, not having the strength to look them in the eyes. It would break their hearts if they knew what happened. Eventually, they would.

"Lynn, what's up with you?"

"What did coach say to you back there?"

"Please. Just leave me alone."

The rest of the girls lowered their voices and talked among one another. However, Margo went to catch up to her.

"Lynn? Lynn!" She grabbed her shoulder to stop her. All she could see were watery eyes and a face red as a Bulls jersey. She hugged her tightly.

"Lynn.. tell me."

"I-I can't."

"Did he do something to you?"

"Margo, I can't tell you."

"Lynn-"

"I'm sorry!" She bolted away from her friend at nearly the same speed she did when making that game winning catch. Despite holding over 30 pounds of stuff, Margo knew she couldn't catch her.

Running for a good minute, she stopped when a packed bus stop was in sight. She didn't want to be seen. Not only would most of them recognize her, being that the school had a jumbotron, but she also wasn't presentable at the moment. She waited for the bus stop to clear before she waited for the next one to arrive. It gave her enough time to stop crying.

Being traded was one thing, but being kicked off a team? That included not being allowed to attend the next game as a fan. These thoughts hurt to the bone as she arrived to the front door of the house. It was no longer visible that she had shed tears, but the entire town knew about the victory. Knowing her personality, her family would expect her to come flying into the house, smiling ear to ear.

She had to do something she never had done before: Pretend to be happy about a victory.

As she entered, the rest of the family was up to their usual antics. Lola and Lana were chasing each other while arguing about something trivial. Same with Lori and Leni. Lucy was reading a book while Luna strummed on a acoustic and Luan told puns to a rather busy Lisa at the living room couch. Lastly, Lily was in their parents bedroom being attended to.

Good, maybe no one will see me.

In an instant, she speed-walked passed the large group and made her way up the stairs. Going unnoticed and reaching the second floor, she dropped her bags to the floor. She was about to enter her bedroom and go into deep thought about what to do next when she turned to the right and saw Lincoln's bedroom door open.

She raised a brow when noticing he sat in the doorway with his head in his arms. Around this time, he usually read his comics in his undies, but sitting down and looking depressed like Lucy?

The crestfallen athlete approached her brother. After saying his name, he looked up. Sadness was written all over his face.

"Oh, hey Lynn. Heard your game went well." He mumbled before lowering his head again.

Lynn looked down the hall at her sports equipment, then back at her brother.

"Why are you sitting in the doorway like that? Your friend Clyde couldn't come over or something?"

He remained silent when Lynn noticed something odd. For some reason, the boy kept rubbing his left shoulder. Was he stiff or something?

He also wore a long sleeve shirt she never saw before. She lowered herself to his level.

"Lincoln, let me see your shoulder."

"Why? I'm alright, Lynn." He responded with a stutter while moving his arm. "Ow!"

She helped him stand up before quickly pulling the sleeve up. What she laid eyes on surprised her enormously.

Multiple large bruises were present all over his left shoulder. The swelling was apparent and the poor kid was in pain. Having experience in martial arts, she knew a fierce beating was the only explanation.

She demanded an answer. "Lincoln, who did this to you? Tell me their name! Give me their description!"

Lincoln gulped.

Who would hurt my only brother? Who would want to hurt me the way they did? Those two questions alone was enough to make her go on a livid rampage.

Vengeance boiled inside her. She didn't have an answer to either of those plaguing questions, but she'd figure out something soon enough.

Author's Note: Keeping this chapter short is just a way to break ground, but there's more on the way. Let me know what you think.