Ok, I decided to (slowly) translate my fic 'Nadie sabe lo que tiene', it's full of errors I know, you don't need to tell me, but what you can tell me is the specific errors so I can fix them.
Nobody knows what they have...
Chapter 1
Lincoln had it confirmed, he gave bad luck to his family. His presence in that game, in which he had disguised himself to prove he was telling the truth, was causing Lynn and her team to lose.
"It's true, I'm bad luck..."
It hurt to be the cause of the misfortunes of his loved ones, and resigned, he returned home without waiting for the end of the game.
But he could not return to his room, it was closed and he was ditched to the street. The only place close to his family (whom they still loved in spite of everything) was the bunker Lisa had built to escape from April's fools day.
It was the perfect place! Its thick metal reinforced walls would contain his bad luck.
"Well, I think it will be my room from now on ... I'm just going to bring my things there and I'll have everything ready for before they all return."
He went to the front of his previous room, which had been his sanctuary since Lisa's birth four years ago. It continued to be sealed with wooden boards and chains, so he had to use a metal bar (owned by Lana) to open it, but what he found inside broke his heart: there was nothing.
There was no bed, no desk, no comics, no wall signs, no toys and action figures ... The room was completely empty.
"They went ahead of me... I think I took too long in moving out..."
Lincoln had a smile on his lips, but several tears began to slide down his cheeks.
The intention of her parents and sisters was clear, he was no longer accepted in that house ...
The one with white hair has been discarded after all.
Trying uselessly to wipe his eyes and nose, Lincoln went toward the bunker with empty hands ... But it was only a temporary shelter; soon, his family would come and he would be thrown from there as well... Possibly, into the garbage.
Sobbing, he opened the metal door and descended into the darkness. The place was quite spacious, more than the closet he used to live in. In other circumstances, he would be delighted to have a bigger room, but not now.
"Mom… Dad..." he said in a choked voice. "Lori... Leni... Luna... Luan... Lynn... Lucy... Lola... Lana... Lisa... Lily... Sorry... Sorry for being bad luck…"
*Click *
A small sound was heard in the darkness aside from Lincoln's cries, he did not hear it so he did not realize it; but in the next instant, the bunker was completely illuminated. The light was so intense that it hurt his eyes, which were becoming accustomed to the darkness.
"What did I do now? Lisa is going to kill me if my bad luck ruined one of her experiments."
Lincoln looked around, there were two things that caught his attention: a metal sphere on a pedestal, and a computer calculating numbers on the screen.
"I'd better turn it off ... No, wait, Lincoln Loud, you can not cause more trouble, you could provoke a nuclear explosion if you move something! Yes, I think I'd better leave."
But before he could turn around, the light became so intense that Lincoln had to cover his eyes with his hands.
"Dang it! I should have known this would happen…"
The room began to shake, Lincoln was getting scared and thought that this was his end...
"At least..." he thought "I will not cause any more problems..."
But his mixture of fear and relief lasted little; for as the incident suddenly began, it ended.
"I am safe?"
Little by little, Lincoln was withdrawing his hands from his eyes... And in front of him, a person wearing a black neoprene suit and a helmet similar to that used by motorcyclists, was standing.
The mysterious presence was about the same height as Lincoln, but it was difficult to know if it was because of his age or simply he was of short stature.
Lincoln was startled, he did not know where that person appeared from, but instinctively knew that he was in danger and should flee.
"Look! A SpiritThunder motorcycle, year 86, special edition!"
It occurred to him that he could distract the intruder to look in another direction; dressed like a motorcyclist, he would probably like motorcycles... And it worked! He turned to where Lincoln had pointed.
It was now or never, he had to flee or who knows what would happen...
Despite what they have done, and showed that they no longer cared about him... Lincoln continued to love his family, so he wanted to warn them of that stranger.
But his intentions were interrupted, a slight pain invaded his back and immediately felt like his strength failed him.
The last thing Lincoln could see before he lost consciousness was the intruder with a gun in his hands... He realized he was shot.
He was going to die.
"I must ... warn my fami..."
And everything went dark.
