Animus paenitentia

by ABuzzmann

Lincoln Loud, one of the top CIA field agents of the new generation, is about to do the most dangerous mission yet in his entire career. He is about to go back home, a home in which he ran away 10 years ago, and considering how he did it without any notice, just disappearing into the night. 'This is going to be a hella reunion' thought Lincoln nervously. Rated T. For now.

1. Prologue

Authors note:

Hey guys, Abuzzman here, this is my first FanFic for The Loud House. This Idea has been bothering me for a while now, and as everyone knows, when a writer's demon comes whispering Ideas into your ears, you just cannot seem to ignore it, and please note that English is not my native tongue, so forgive any grammatical errors you might see.

Anyway, enough about me.

R&R, oh, and Flames are welcome

Prologue

?POV

SYRIA

1647 HRS

WAREHOUSE

I'm losing consciousness, by massive blood loss if I have to guess. My body aches, it feels like my clothes weight a ton, I know there is an extensive damage on my body, I know I've been shot multiple times, and I certainly know that I'm going to die but, I'm not afraid of death, no, what I'm afraid of and my biggest regret is what I did 10 years ago, and the fact that I could never see my sisters for one last time, just to say how sorry I am, how I regretted it very much leaving them. I felt my tears flow down my face as I lay down, with my back leaning against the wall. Bloodied and beaten in an unknown location, alone and cold.

As I felt my eyes closed for the last time, prepared to embrace the cold grip of lady death that I have been delaying long enough, as my eyelids closed, I heard hurried steps, quiet enough not to cause and kind of disturbance with the noise in the background but hasty enough to know they are in a rush. 'Probably the enemy reinforcement, here to finish the job' I thought to myself, I'm out of ammunition, my body has sustained an extensive amount of wound and gunshot, that I'm pretty sure I won't even be able to put up a proper fight.

As I heard the metal door open, saw the silhouette of multiple(and what I assumed were) men in black clothing, armed to the teeth, flooding in the room, as my eyelids finally closed as exhaustion and my wounds got to me.