Well this is a change of pace. I really like this show, and I've found a handful of great fanfics about this show, mainly by the same few authors ( those authors being That Engineer, and Rsizzle34) If you came here from because you follow me sorry if this story isn't your style. I plan on it being pretty short. Also if you aren't fond of or are sick of No Such Luck fics, leave now. If your not, read on. Please advise me on the major grammatical errors, and review if you want too. With all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy.
Lynn Loud Sr had always been a cinephile. He knew first hand that it held the ability to convey meanings that would be lost on people if simply hammered into their heads by a teacher or a parent. He knew how angry his children were about the way the world worked, and how determined they were too fix its various flaws. He knew that his wife was always somewhat charmed by his unorthodox ways of giving life lessons to his children. So, using his vast library of film knowledge, he pieced two hours worth of film, in an effort to teach his children how to deal with the issues they didn't like. Though he felt it may not work, he knew he had a nasty habit of underestimating his children. One clip or set of clips for each child, as they all learned at different paces, a fact that was blatantly obvious when he compared Leni and Lisa. Well, female child. Lincoln, his only son and an outlier in the family for more reasons then that, had been able to reverse the notion that he was bad luck. And the Loud patriarch was using this to his advantage.
His DVD player had a nasty habit of breaking down, and while Lincoln wouldn't be able to take much away from the clips, he would be able to keep them rolling with his luck. With everyone sitting comfortably, excluding Lincoln, who had to stand on a seat next to the TV. At 6:00 Lynn cleared his throat. "When I was young, whenever I left the theater, I always left with a new lesson to mull over. And it helped form me into the man I am now. These films inspired me to take action. And I hope they inspire you all to do the same. Each kid had formulated some response to that speech, but their father had imposed the importance of theater rules on them at a young age, so they knew better than to talk. Lincoln's blood boiled in two ways. He was enraged that his father wouldn't let him watch any of the clips, and forced him to only listen. His hearing rarely was all that great.
Afterall, each of the girl's activities and Lucy's habit of scaring people led to a large amount of yelling, often resulting in days on end where he struggled to hear a request to pass the salt at dinner. The other way was due to the fact that the suit he was forced into wearing often would fill with sweat, and making him stand next to the vents on the TV, didn't help. 'Oh please just let me drown in my own sweat. I can't take this.' Lincoln yelled in his head. 'Not like they'd care. He listened briefly, bored by the morals Lori had been bestowed by their "wise and loving father". Or at least he was to his Junior. Lincoln was thrusted out of his rant, as he heard a man yelling at someone else.
"I can handle things! I'm smart. Not like everyone says, dumb, I'm smart! And I want respect!" Lincoln's face changed from irked to shocked. He was always considered average intelligence, but wasn't allowed to handle things, unless his sisters didn't want to handle them. He never had much respect from anyone in the house. He didn't want a leader's amount of respect, but he wanted somebody to respect what he did. Everything he sacrificed for them. The fact that he always tried to make things right. Unlike them, he felt awful when he had hurt them. Lincoln knew he could get them to give him some respect, but how?
"...First, you've got to get mad!' Luna's clips were up, clearly designed to help her with her recent amount about her sexuality. But the clip told Lincoln he had been given a sign as to how he would get respect. But he just had to build up enough steam to make it worthwhile. None of his anger induced rants made a lasting impact onto his siblings. This one had too. For every single time he had been stomped on, no more. 'Wait. Why am I searching for a fuel for my rage. I'm wearing it!' Lincoln's fist clenched, as more thoughts raced through his head. The TV paused, and Lynn stood up.
"Alright! Time for an intermission! Be back in 10 minutes everyone!" He announced as his family dispatched mostly to the kitchen, though some to their rooms to change into something a bit more comfortable. "Hey Dad! Can I use the bathroom?" Lincoln called out to his father in the kitchen. "Sure!' Lincoln waited for the stipulation. 'Just wear the head though ok? I don't want to fix the toilet tonight." Lynn finished, with exactly what Lincoln expected. Lincoln trudged up the stairs, listening to his sister's laugh at his expense. He had never felt so much freedom in such an odd place. Somehow the bathroom was his only escape, as Lisa was banned from putting cameras there. He threw off the suit, head first, then he unzipped the body. He lived for these moments, which saddened him. He used to be lively and happy, rarely without a smile, and if he lacked one he had good reason. He stared into the mirror. His face had somehow gotten paler, his face was ragged and tired. He reached his hand up, curling his fingers around the top of the glass cabinet. He began to pull down, hearing the hinges creak. He grit his teeth as finished taking the mirror off of it's hinges, and he threw it onto the ground, watching as it shattered.
"Dammit Lincoln!" Lynn Jr yelled as she stormed off down the stairs. "Lynn watch your mouth!" Rita yelled. "Sorry Mom." Lynn apologized in a fake manner. Lynn Sr, walked in with a bucket and thick gloves in hand. "Once we're done here, Lincoln can clean it up." Lynn Sr. groaned as he sat down on the couch with his wife. "Lincoln! Hurry up!" He yelled as a series of loud thumps began to shake the house. Lincoln was back in the main room. But he was wearing his typical orange collared shirt, and jeans. "Lincoln. Why aren't you wearing your suit? The house could burn down!" Lola screamed. "I am not your puppet." Lincoln muttered. "Yeah, that's great and all Lincoln, but you better put your suit back on before you literally get turned into a human pretzel!" Lori nearly screamed, as Lucy began to crane her head to view the TV.
"Everyone, be quiet, I think this scene is for me." Lucy stated suddenly scaring all but Lincoln. Lucy wasn't wrong about who the scene was for. Her father had always thought that she was constantly bullied by her classmates, mainly due to her bruises which were extremely apparent on her white skin. Perhaps, something that is not entirely human, standing up to his abusers could help her. "Lincoln, I musht highly recommend, that you put your shuit back on, before another incident happens." Lisa recommended in her typical cold tone, as a shadow raced across the room and grabbed a bat. "I refuse to wear that thing ever again." Lincoln responded, his anger and volume rising with every word. "Alright, well since your all to scared to properly deal with this, I'll do it." Lynn Jr. proclaimed as she swung her bat at Lincoln's side. Lincoln took the hit, and stumbled back, jabbing his leg against the coffee table. Lynn, swung again, and Lincoln jumped onto the coffee table to avoid it. Lucy turned the TV up another 5 notches, so unless they were right next to Lynn, they wouldn't hear her.
"Goddamnit Lincoln!' Lynn swung again, only for it to be caught by Lincoln 'Put your suit back on!" Lynn screamed as her voice barely overcame the blonde security workers voice in the movie. Lincoln's back rose, until it was straight as could be.
"NO!" Lincoln yelled at the top of his lungs, beating out the volume of the movie. Everybody looked up at him in pure fear. Before the suit, Lincoln had only raised his voice to gather attention in a hectic situation. Lincoln looked down at them, bearing his teeth at them as he breathed heavily. He looked back down at Lynn. For once, the one with the power, looked at the person they controlled, with fear in their eyes. Lincoln threw the end of the bat upwards, slamming it into Lynn's jaw. Lynn, collapsed on the ground like a rag doll within a few seconds. Lincoln looked back at the rest of his family, who were paralyzed by fear sitting there on the couch. Lincoln turned around and threw the front door open, busting it off of one of it's hinges. He left it wide open as he ran off into the night. 'I'm free of every string that ties me to that damn house!" Lincoln's mind went ecstatic. Hew was free of all of the strings, except for one. Guilt.
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Lynn Loud Jr lay in a hospital bed, with 2 broken ribs, a twisted ankle, a broken arm, and a shattered collarbone. To her this was worse than dying. It was an eternal punishment from God. Up until she was thirteen she barely even thought of God. But it all changed when her brother ran off. All because of her. She began to pray once a day for Lincoln to come home. She offered to him dozens of things she loved. And then she promised to never screw up that grand again, when she had another chance given to her in the form of Lucas, the 12th Loud child. Only for him to die young due to his sickly nature. Ever since then she had always gone back and forth from hating God to begging for him to bring Lincoln back into their life.
This was one of those days where she hoped that God was just screwing her over, only to throw her a bone in the form of Lincoln. She felt the fluids, laced with tranquilizers and painkillers enter her body as she passed out cold. Her entire family bar two were back at home wishing they were there with their beloved sister. Her father sat at her side in the bright white hospital room, with only 5 minutes to go before visiting hours ended. A man walked quickly down the well furnished floors, the rubber soles of his boots clicking on the linoleum floor. He approached room 208, Patient L. Loud. He had completely ignored the nurse following him trying to tell him to return tomorrow, because he wouldn't have much time to visit. After a few seconds, he stood in the doorway. His older sister, and his father. "Well dad, I guess I couldn't just escape the guilt." Lincoln quipped as his father stared blankly at his son, all grown up. And likely still angry.
And done. I'm planning on one to maybe two more parts after this. If you're wondering, the movies whose lines were used in the story, (see the bold quotes for the lines), the movies were The Godfather Part II , Newsroom, and Rise of the Planet of the Apes. So, just like or review constructive criticism is always welcome, and I hope you enjoyed.