Ride with the Reaper
Lincoln shivered under the solitary tree, the cold wind blowing through him like he was the leaves of the tree he sat under. He could feel the almost deathly chill running down his body, his sleepwear offering now warmth or comfort to him. He'd been wearing the same pyjamas for nearly two weeks after his family had thrown him out a second time, all because he refused to wear that accursed Squirrel suit.
'Some family they are' Lincoln's thought bitterly, letting out a rough cough
Lincoln felt miserable, nobody cared about him. Ronnie Anne was trying to protect her precious bully image, like it's more important than her boyfriend's wellbeing. He couldn't hate Clyde too much; the guy did try to help him as much as he can. But with his nana staying with them, they just don't have the room to spare. They were the only reason that Lincoln hadn't starved to death yet, for that he was grateful.
Another rough cough made the ashen haired boy's body jerk painfully. He's pretty sure at this point he's caught pneumonia, he's chest felt like he was being stabbed repeatedly with each breath. He went from having chills to sweating like hell, maybe he did have bad luck or some sort of curse on him.
He just wanted to close his eyes, maybe the pain would go away if he slept. He knows that if he sleeps now, he might wake up again. It would at least let him escape the nightmare that is his life.
His eyes close, his body slowly slipping away from the mortal coil. That was until he was startled away, a voice pulled him back into consciousness. It was gruff, his surprise clear as he spoke
"Jesus, Who the hell does this to a kid? Hey Kid, you gotta wake up." The voice says urgently, a rough hand shaking him awake. Lincoln couldn't place the accent
"So tired… Can't breathe… Chest hurts" Lincoln says through painful fits of coughing, his heart going a mile a minute.
"Sounds Like Pneumonia, I have to get you to a hospital" The man says, obviously searching through his pockets for a cell phone
"No hospital…Don't want to… Get family in trouble" Lincoln struggles to blurt out, sitting abruptly before doubling over in pain. He couldn't hate his family, despite their actions
"Well, I can't leave you kid" The guy says as he fishes out his phone
"NO… Hospital!" Another painful cough erupted from his sickly form
"Ok Kid, but we got to get you warmed up" The guy picks Lincoln of the damp ground, almost instinctively curling his form around the boy to warm him up
Normally this would raise red flags for Lincoln, but his mind was to foggy to really care. He just wanted to curl up in the man's arms, person who seemed to care. Before he knew it, he was in the warm confines of a car. He could smell the mix of leather and new care smell, the feeling of the heater slowly warming his frigid body. The world around him faded as his senses locked on to the comfort he'd been denied for nearly two weeks on the street
"Don't worry kid, I'll look after you" The man says with a sombre tone
He could feel the car move, the soft rumble of the engine lulling him into a quiet slumber.
Lincoln woke up, his body was covered by a blanket with a wet rag covering his forehead. He didn't recognise the room, his tired eyes finally focusing on his surroundings. He was obviously in some hotel or motel room, the tacky wallpaper and water stains on the room showed that.
The boy struggled to sit up, his eyes now locking on the man who was sitting with his back to Lincoln. He cleared his throat, gaining the man's attention from whatever he was fiddling with. He turned, looking at Lincoln with a worried look. He could see the man's features; his hair was shaved into a buzz cut and he had a tired and weary look. He had a neatly trimmed facial hair, his beard looked like it was well maintained. From what Lincoln could tell from the man, he held himself in the same way a soldier would.
"You've been out for several days, but your fever is breaking. This is good thing" The man says with a gentle sigh "You had me worried, kid"
"Thank you… I didn't think anyone would care. You saved my life Mr" Lincoln says with a hoarse voice, letting out another dry cough.
The man quickly moves into the kitchen, the sound of a tap being run fills the small motel room. He returns with a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin. He hands Lincoln the water and two small pills, putting the bottle of aspirin on the nightstand
"Here takes theses and drink, you need to stay hydrated. My name is Victor Pavlovich, What's yours, kid?" The man asks as he hands over the items.
"Lincoln…Lincoln Loud" The boys say as he accepts the medicine from the man
"I have to ask, why were you on the street kid. It's clear you have family" Victor asks, his tone serious "You were half dead when I found you"
Lincoln bites his tongue, not wanting to anger the man who had taken care of him. But the longer the man looks at him, the more his grip slowly slips off his emotions. His sadness and fear hitting him in full force. Lincoln's eyes welled up as he begins to recount the events that led up to his eviction from his home and why he was in the park
"Ваша семья звучит как куча козлов" The man says in Russian, confusing the hell out of Lincoln "There is no such thing as luck, only skill and intelligence. Both of which it seems your sister lacks"
Lincoln laughs bitterly, trying to reign in his anger and sadness. He feels a strange connection to the man beside him as they begin to swap stories of their past. Lincoln quickly learned that Victor was ex spetnaz, now turned mercenary. The boy was surprised by the amount of information he learnt from the man, each story he told excited Lincoln yet scared him a small bit.
He'd seen the face of death and come back thanks to Victor, the boy wanted to emulate the man. Even when he explained that he was hired to do things, sometimes not always good things. He freely admits to his wrong doings, even admitting to killing people. That didn't seem to sway the boy's opinion, no matter what he told him.
"It feels good to get those things off my chest, I don't usually talk about my past much. Thank you Дитя" Victor says, ruffling the boy's white hair.
"Victor, I…I don't want to go back to my family. To feeling unloved and worthless, Can I stay with you? I'd be willing to train to be a mercenary" Lincoln almost begged, giving the Russian man the saddest look he'd ever seen, and he'd seen some pretty sad ones
"Ok, but I'm not going to make it easy on you kid" The man says with a chuckle, watching the kid light up like it was Christmas
"I promise not to let you down Vic" The boy says happily before bursting into a fit of coughing.
"First you need to focus on getting well before we jump into anything big" Victor says, wondering what he'd gotten himself into this time.
"I'll show that I'm not useless" The boy says, obviously acting stubborn to hide his hurt.
Victor felt like he was corrupting an obviously sensitive boy but there was something about him that reminded Victor of himself and his younger sister when they were young. Maybe that's why he felt drawn to the white hired boy.
"I promise Victor, I will show you and everyone else" The boy continued, his face becoming steeled. He had to admire the fire and drive in the boy, he certainly had passion… Victor just hoped he could help the boy.
A/N
Hey guys, this was my first loud house fanfiction. I've been wanting to do one for a while, I've been struggling trying to come up with an idea to write a story about. I hope this story isn't too cliché and overdone.
But if you like, please leave a review telling me so I know to continue it.
I have no idea where this is gonna go so bear with me in the long run, I'll figure it out eventually. I am probably gonna rate it M for good measure. This has already gone away from what originally wanted, oh well, off the cuff it is. It's what I do best :P
I hope you enjoyed this story and please do have a very nice day or night and like I said, leave a review. Also hope I didn't offend anyone with my attempt to use Russian in my story. I thought it'd add a little immersion to the story :3