The Beast Inside
How long? How long have I been here? In this utter hell without a single shred of hope left inside. A week, a month or maybe even a year has gone by since I was plucked off the street. Perhaps it was worth it, to save my best friend and sister from the same fate. It means that I suffer more at the hands of my captor, that is my punishment
It's gotten so bad, to the point I can barely open my right eye. The swelling kept it to a mere slit that he could barely see out, I swear I can feel blood leaking from the socket. All I can smell is a sickeningly dry, sweet coppery scent as the blood dries and ages under my nose. The only sounds echoing in the dank basement is the melodic drone of the hot water heater and my own whimpers as I pull at my wounded body. I am not alone in this hell
No, I am accompanied by an ever-growing darkness in my gut, where a beast resides waiting hungrily for a chance to strike. Is this beast is real or just a representation of my growing insanity? I can't tell, all I know is it feeds on my anger and desperation to sustain itself
I close my eyes for a second, listening at the tell-tale thumps of a man descending into his prison. The beast within bristles and begins to rage against the bars of its prison, the divide that is what is left of my rational mind. Once I was Lincoln Loud, brother of ten sisters and happy kid. Now I am just a shell of anger, waiting to make someone pay.
A sharp slap across the face brings me back to attention, my captors whisky breath bore down heavily on my face. He is drunk again, I know what this means for me. He was going to fuck me until either he or I pass out. Tonight, is my night to escape, the night I let the beast out to play.
"You and me are gonna have fun tonight bitch boy" The man drunkenly slurred out in a thick Texan accent
He unchains me from the wall, dragging me up the stairs to a filthy living room that is coated in trash, dirty socks, dishes and unwashed clothes. My eyes flick around the room, quickly spotting a pair of scissors laying on an end table along our path. It's not hard to grab them, he doesn't seem to notice. Hiding them is difficult in my naked state, but I manage.
He thrust me towards a bedroom, slamming the door closed behind him. I turn to watch him unbuckle his belt, struggling slightly with his zipper. My mouth twitches into a grin, I can feel the gate of the beast prison swing open. Mentally, the creature screams at me to kill. Repeating it over and over like a broken record, bringing down what's left of my sanity.
The Texan comes close, his cock rubbing against my face. He was eager to get his cock wet and I obliged, sucked the tip of his cock. As his head rolled back and his gaze no longer on me, I grab his dirty ball sack and strike. I flick open the scissors, gripping the blade and as I pulled on his sack. I swing, using the dull blade to castrate the man and make him squeal like the pig he is.
My next move is to get him on the ground, so I pull away and kick. My foot nails him in his already injured groin, making him fall on his ass in pain. Now the beast has taken over, I'm simply a passenger to the carnage it wreaks. I leap on the man, using all my strength to drive the point into his throat. Turning the scissors causes the man to gurgle blood, ripping them out silences him. The beast is not done, my hand raises to the Texas's eyes.
All life slowly drains from the man beneath me as I brutalise him further, quickly gouging out the filthy green eyes that watched me suffer. Next going for the hands that caused the suffering, each finger coming off one by one. My final act of carnage is to rip out the man's organs, first his stomach, intestines, liver and kidneys before reaching into to rip the man's heart from under his ribs. Each organ laid out next to him, along with a message in the rapist own blood
"Then I heard a voice from heaven say, "Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on." "Yes," says the Spirit, "they will rest from their labour, for their deeds will follow them." – Revelation 14:13" I hear myself recite the message as I go, stopping only to admire my work.
Standing from the bloody heap, I walk towards the bathroom like I'm on auto pilot. It takes all I have not to vote as I shower, scrubbing the filth from my body. My eyes lock on mirror by the sink and I can see myself. The dark bags under my eyes, my white hair stained with red from my own and the Texans blood. The feeling to puke grows, but I choke the vomit back down.
I move back into the bedroom and begin riffling through a pile of kids clothes off to the left the doorway, finding something about my size. Along with a full body cloak with a hood from what seems to be Halloween costume and a rabbit mask. This will be my new identity to clean up the street, to make the scum of the earth pay for their deeds.
Donning the cloak and mask, my mind shifts from being Lincoln Loud. In this disguise, I will become a harbinger of justice. May only god judge my actions should I fail my task.
Before leaving the house, I do a once over of the home. I loot the house for valuables and weapons before blowing out the oven's pilot light, letting gas flow through the building. As I leave, I strike a match from a lifted matchbook. With a flick, it's sent flying into the gas filled home. This causes the building to go up with bang, leaving in its wake.
Lincoln Loud is dead, now is the birth of a new person. Born from the suffering and broken mind of an eleven-year-old boy. Born from hopelessness and despair, fuelled by anger. I am The Broken Warden and this is my city. I have a lot of work to do tonight.
The night is young, and sum lurks on the corners, plaguing the city with a cancer that must be removed. I may be young and mortal, but I burn with a righteous fury. My eyes flick to among the shit stains that think they are safe, looking for a criminal worthy of my attention. Just my luck, I spot a gangbanger dealing drugs to what seems to be a pregnant crack addict.
I make my way over to the man, eyeing the 9mm sticking from his waistband. I will need to be quick and efficient to take down this guy, as I don't want a firefight. Maybe I could catch him off guard. As I approach this guy, he eyes me curiously. He was obviously high as a kite, his reaction time would be slowed from what he knew from Luna smoking pot.
"Yo dwag, it ain't Halloween" He laughed, looking around him as if looking for somebody to crack a joke to "This nigga thinks it's Halloween or some shit. Stupid white boy"
I took his distracted nature to my advantage, pulling the stub nose revolver from my cloak. I fired once into the guys gut when he turned back to face me, catching him off kilter and putting him on his ass. I then levelled the revolver to his head, my finger on the trigger.
"Say good night Gracie" I quipped before firing a slug into his forehead point blank and one in his chest
One less drug peddling fuckwit, making my kill count two. I still have a lot of work to, but the night is still young. Ah, another victim graces my sight. A mugger holding up a young couple, with a knife. Time to bring a gun to a knife fight, perhaps two.
I pick up the gangbanger's piece, walking over to the mugger with my two guns in hand.
"Hey fuckwit, let them go and I might not blow you away" I call out hoarsely, imitating all those bad asses you see on TV. The man doesn't let them go, he simply laughs at me
"Oh well, don't say I didn't warn you" I say as two shots ring out into the night
A/N
Hey guys, here's my second fic for The Loud House fandom. I hope you like it, I'd thought I'd do a fic that been touched yet. Well I have seen any fics of this anyway, in which Lincoln becomes a vigilante. I will warn you that this story won't be for the faint of heart and will contain a lot more violence, gore and themes of rape, drug use and such other things
If you don't like this fic, then all I can do is suggest you don't read it because I worked hard and I ain't take it down cus of a few bitchy comments. So tough.
As usual, don't forget to leave a comment, criticism or comment in a review and I will try to answer them the best I can in the next chapter. Until next time, Peace out dudes.
