Nightcrawlers Part 1

It started on June 19th, 1985. Over one hundred thousand people around the world manifested a unique supernatural power. No one knew how they showed up, but when they did the world went berserk. Mass protests against as well avocation for these metahumans erupted. As crime rates increased, and vigilantism did as well. Sooner or later, heroes and villains became a reality. The government was forced to find a way to handle these superpowered beings due to how out of hand things had become. By the year 1991, the population of metahumans had only grown exponentially, especially in America. Legislation then came up with a solution to combat this issue. Issuing the Uncanny Act, the use of superpowers was made completely illegal, no matter the context. However, the law only proved to be futile in stopping superpowered criminals and only suppressed heroism. Despite the outlawing the use of superpowers, it didn't stop them…

Silent nights were the most alerting nights for Lincoln. As he stood over the edge of the rooftop with his eyes closed, he listened intently for any activity. Absolutely nothing. Opening his eyes, the teenager turned to face the city's nightlife. He was met with a culmination of yellow light from lamp posts and empty streets. Something wasn't right. Lincoln pulled up his sleeve to reveal a digital watch. 1:27 AM. The area was clear. With a sigh and shrug, he began setting up his form and squatted. Taking a deep breath, Lincoln leaped from the rooftop and found himself over 30 feet in the air before gravity did its job and he gradually began to descend. He thought he would've gotten used to the feeling by now. But every time he jumped, he could feel the sense of danger and fear that caused adrenaline course through his body; the wind hitting his face as he accelerated in the air every time he ascended and descended; the feeling of excitement and exhilaration that got his heart pound through his chest. And he absolutely loved it. It was like being on a roller coaster if roller coasters didn't track, seats, safety bars and seat belts. After passing a couple of buildings, he landed safely on top of an apartment complex. Lincoln took another jump and began to see three silhouettes coming into view.

Landing right on the building the were standing on, the teen began to approach them. They were fully visible now. Standing near each other were were Zach, Clyde, and Rusty. Zach was wearing what appeared to be with a wearing a wrestling singlet, bike pads, and an umpire mask that hid his face. In one hand, he donned a fingerless boxing glove and brass knuckles on the other. Lincoln was always able to recognize him due how his dark red hair would stick out of his back of his mask. That wasn't the same case for Rusty though. Every time they went out, Rusty would straighten his massive curly hair till they were like needles. It never failed to throw Lincoln off. Rusty was wearing his dad's old hockey gear and an old ripped t-shirt that he used as a mask. Lastly was Clyde who wore a pair of navy blue framed, tinted lensed goggles that rested around his neck. He also wore a utility belt and a black bandanna wrapped around his head to where it completely hid his small afro. In Clyde's left hand was a slingshot and a few marbles. Honestly, if he wasn't wearing his equipment, he'd pull off as an average civilian. Two of the bunch seemed to be missing though.

"Liam and Chandler not back?" Lincoln asked.

"Nope, not yet. You think they picked up on something?" Zach answered.

"Hopefully, I found nothing."

"Same goes for the rest of us. This night's been quiet," Clyde informed.

"I know, it's strange really. I mean, usually, there's your mugger or carjacker but there's just nothing."

"Yeah come to think of it, that is strange," Liam agreed.

"You think we should call it off Linc?" said Clyde.

Lincoln bit the bottom of his lip. As much as he felt like he had some persecution complex, he couldn't help but feel as if something was off. Maybe he was being paranoid, but that was being better than being unattentive. "All I know is that I have a bad feeling about this night. I'm unsure if we can consider ourselves done for today," Lincoln concluded. Right then, his ear began to twitch. Immediately he was on his toes now.

"Guys! I'm getting something!"

His friends were now fully alert and waited for what he was going to say. Lincoln looked around trying to find where the sound was coming from. It was really close that's for sure. It sounded as if metal was being pounded or in this case, stepped on. He could only deduce that it was coming from the fire escape on the side of the building.

"Crap, we're gonna get caught," Lincoln told warned. "Someone's climbing up the stairs to the fire escape at a fast pace. If we're quickenough I can transport all of us to next building."

His three accomplices nodded in comprehension.

"Alright, I'll go first," Rusty spoke up. Rusty jumped on his back, wrapped his arms around Lincoln's lower neck and secured himself by wrapping his legs around his waist. As they were about to take off, someone shouted from behind, scaring all them to where Lincoln accidentally lost his balance and fell on Rusty.

"Hey guys!" familiar voice rang.

The four boys quickly turned their head in fear to face the fire escape, then melting back to relief. Standing near the edge of the fire escape a short boy wearing a dirty brown leather trench coat and an old steel miner's hat. It was just Liam.

"Sorry I didn't report back for a while. This happened." The kid let out his palm, revealing a soaked walkie-talkie.

"Seriously? Again?" Clyde questioned.

"I have baggy pockets okay?"

"You really scared us man. And how did you even get up here so fast?" said Zach.

"I've been working on my maneuverability lately. Guessed it really paid off if I climbed fast enough to catch you all off guard."

Taking a sigh of relief, Lincoln couldn't help but smile a bit at the hilarity of the situation. That is until he felt a tap on his back. Lincoln turned his head and saw he was still on Rusty. "You can get off of me now dude," Rusty said with an agitated tone. Embarrassed, Lincoln quickly picked himself off of him; Rusty was now finally free and proceeded straightened his costume out. "Sorry Rusty," Lincoln attempted to atone. Disregarding his apology, Rusty began to wonder and turned to Clyde,"Did Chandler say anything yet?"

"Nope, haven't heard anything from him for the past 3 hours."

"Considering that it's Chandler we're talking about, he definitely isn't going to say anything soon," Zach commented.

"Well, that's just great," Lincoln said sarcastically.

"Well if it makes anyone feel better, I actually saw him take his walkie-talkie this time," Liam informed.

"So that only means that he's actively trying to void us," Rusty concluded.

The group fell a silent for a bit. They all couldn't help but feel saddened by that fact. Chandler was one of their most powerful team members yet also the most uncomfortable to be around due to his unpleasant demeanor. As much they wanted to, it seemed impossible for Chandler to even open up a crack to them. Still, they would have to keep trying.

Lincoln's left ear immediately began to twitch. "Hey guys, heads! I'm hearing something again," Lincoln exclaimed to his friends as he tried to focus on the noise. "Are you sure that 'something' isn't gonna be a false alarm like what just happened?" Rusty quipped, earning a glare from Lincoln. Gripping his hand behind his ear, Lincoln accessed what he was hearing. It sounded like sirens from police cars, maybe around one hundred fifty feet away from where they were standing. The frantic sounds seem to get closer, which meant the vehicles were as well.

"Alright get ready! We're dealing with a car chase!" Lincoln notified to his team.

"Positive?"

"Shut up Rusty."

"Man, just when we were about to call it a night. I guess we can't always get what we want," Zach joked, who began to chew on a piece of beef jerky. After finishing the snack, his hands began to noticeably glow red.

Clyde put on his goggles and adjusted till it felt snug around his face. While his milky blue eyes began to morph, his vision began to clear up until he could completely see the vibrant colors of the city; his eyes had now changed into a copper brown. He walked over to the corner of the building, loaded his slingshot, and pulled back as hard as he could, turning the elastic band into steel wire. "Any car that's speeding and doesn't have emergency lights is getting a destroyed windshield." Clyde established. Lincoln nodded his head and turned to Rusty.

"You wanna try taking off again?" Lincoln asked.

"Depends."

"Just get on my back."

Fastening himself onto Lincoln once more, the two took off, jumping from building to building to catch up to the crime scene.

Back at the rooftop, Liam and Zach were ready to get going themselves. "Alright, see ya Clyde. If anything goes south for you use this and try to hide somewhere we can find you," Liam warned. Shuffling through one of his pocket in his coat, pulling out a grappling hook with a long rope tied at the end and handed it to Clyde. "You think I haven't gotten used to the procedure already?" Clyde responded with a smirk. "Just looking out, that's all. Good luck." Liam said and looked over to Zach.

"Ready to go?"

"I hate the sewers Liam. I never want to go back down there. It's barely lit and it smells awful."

"Will you grow a backbone and grab on to me already?"

Zach sighed in defeat reluctantly took Liam's hand, grasping it tightly. The two jumped off the building and instead of horribly injuring themselves upon landing, they merely passed through the ground like a swimmer off a diving board.

Meanwhile, Lincoln and Rusty could hear the sirens now, more than ever. They were nearly ready now. Rusty, keeping one hand around Lincoln and another fidgeting in his pocket, was able to pull out his walkie-talkie. "Everyone, in position?" He yelled into the speaker and letting go of the button on the side right after. "Yeah!" His three other teammates replied in unison through the receiver. "Good job guys. Sabotage formation is nearly complete."

'Only one problem,' Rusty thought to himself. 'Where the hell is Chandler?"

A/N: Hello readers! So I'll like to thank you all for reading my first fanfic. I'm kind of new to all this so it would great to get some help. I'm planning another Loud House superhero story in the future so keep your eyes open for it when I get it done. Reviews and critiques are much appreciated. I hope that you've enjoyed this first chapter and hope you have a nice day. Also, you'll get to learn all about the team's abilities in future chapters. Bleh.

P.S. I updated this chapter for two reasons: I re-read what I wrote and found a whole lot of writing error. Really sorry if it took any of you out of the story. I also wanted to add a cover image of what Lincoln's mask would look like. Again, really sorry for the inconvenience. I'm not trying to be an attention seeker or anything, just embarrassed cause I screwed up my first chapter.