Hey guys, welcome to a new story I've been working on. I know I have stories like Neon Flash, Duel House, and Beyblade: Loud it Rip! That I also should be working on, but this one is one I've wanted to do for a while. So here goes!


"Happy Birthday, Lincoln!" everyone cheered as his mother placed his birthday cake in front of him, two candles lit.

"Thanks, guys" Lincoln said.

Looking at the candles, Lincoln smiled at their shape. Thirteen, his new age. The white-haired teen took a deep breath and in one motion, blew out the candles. All his family member applauded.

"How does it feel to be a teenager, bro?" Luna placed an arm around him.

"It feels great!" Lincoln exclaimed.

"My little Linky's growing up!" Leni threw her arms around him, kissing his cheek before nuzzling him.

"Time for presents" Rita chimed in.

From oldest to youngest, each of the girls gave their brother their respective present. Lori had bought him a new phone. Leni bought him a new jacket. Luna gave him the soundtrack to one of his favorite video games. Luan gave him a joke book. Lynn gave him a basketball. Lucy gave him a homemade horror comic (Lincoln had grown used to her spooky stories over the years). The twins had teamed up to give him a new game. Lisa built a VR headset, so he could play his video games as if he were inside of them. As for Lily, she just drew a picture of the two of them hugging.

"Thanks for the amazing gifts, guys" he told his sisters.

All his sisters gathered around him and they shared a group hug. Lincoln was now officially 13, the next phase of his life had begun.

[one week later]

Lincoln arrived home in a huff, tossing his backpack to the ground. He had a terrible day at school and now just wanted nothing more than to just play his video games. Turning on his PS4, he placed in one of his most favorite RPGs, Skyrim. Lincoln gave a comforting sigh.

"Lincoln!" Lola called his name as she walked downstairs. "There you are. I need you to help me with this upcoming pageant" she told him in a demanding voice.

"Not now, Lola. I've had a long day at school and I just want to play my game" Lincoln replied, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Help now or I'll tell mom you snuck out to go to that party the other night" she threatened.

"That wasn't me, that was Luna" Lincoln corrected her. "Just let me relax. I'll help you later, ok?"

Lola glared at her brother for a few seconds before reaching behind the tv and pulling out the plugs to Lincoln's game system, thus shutting it off.

"So, now that you're done with your game, are you going to help me?" Lola asked innocently as if nothing happened. Lincoln could only respond with silence, his head lowered. "Lincoln?"

Placing his controller on the coffee table, Lincoln got up from the couch, "So, Lola, you want me to help you with this pageant of yours, huh? Ok, how about I teach you something you'll never forget"

Normally, Lola usually got what she wanted by threatening people. And if that didn't work, she'd blackmail them and felt nothing for doing so.

Yet, at this moment, she didn't know what she felt. The little girl found herself backing up against the wall, as if it could help hide her. However, Lincoln had his eyes on her, like a hawk stalking its prey.

The white-haired teen then grabbed his sister by the throat and lifts her up to his eye level, before pinning her against the wall.

"I don't know about you, but my day has been nothing but pure crap." Lincoln began in a low voice, "I got pantsed by Chandler, and then got stuffed into my locker by his lackeys. Then, when gym class rolls around, I got pummeled in dodgeball. I failed a surprise test. My art teacher was crying because I painted a mural the wrong color. And just when my luck couldn't have gotten any worse, my new phone fell out my pocket and now it has a messed-up screen" he glares into Lola's eyes, his own glowing orange as his pupils turn into slits.

At this point Lola remembered, this feeling inside of her. It was fear…

"L-Lincoln" she stuttered, her little body now shaking.

"I just wanted to one thing before starting my homework, and that's relax and play Skyrim. But then you showed up…" he began with a hint of sarcasm, "… and had to interrupt that. All because you wanted help with your stupid little pageant, something you could've asked anyone else to help with!" Lincoln lightly tightened his grip on the girl's throat, "And now, Lola? How should I make you pay?"

Lola began to breath at an accelerated rate, her heart pounding in her chest. As she gazed into her brother's eyes, she could see literal fire within them. The elder brother clenched his fist and brought it behind him, ready to strike the young girl.

"Lincoln Loud, what do you think you're doing?!" the two siblings heard a familiar voice. Lola turned her head slightly to see their mother, Rita, with a furious expression, her hands on her hips, "Look at me when I'm speaking to you, young man"

Slowly, Lincoln turned his head to face his mother, an angry glare in his eyes. What caught her off guard though, was not the fact that he was glaring at her, but the fact his eyes were very different. Lincoln's eyes were not that of a human, but something else entirely. Something Rita, nor Lincoln himself could even begin to understand. At that moment the anger she was feeling just a few seconds prior, was now replaced with worry and concern.

"Lincoln, honey, can you please put your sister down? Please?" Rita asked in a now calm voice.

Exhaling through his nose, Lincoln released his grip on Lola's throat, dropping her. The young girl coughed to catch her breath, rubbing her now sore throat. Lincoln had one hell of a grip. When did he get so strong?

Rita walked up to her teenage son, "Come here, sweetie" she pulled him into a comforting embrace.

Inhaling the light scent of his mother's perfume, Lincoln rested his head into her chest. Doing so allowed him to listen to her heartbeat. When he was younger and was in a bad mood, listening to his mother's heartbeat always made him feel better. It was soothing.

Looking down, Rita gazed into her son's eyes and saw that they had returned to their normal state. A few seconds passed before a thought came to her. Lincoln was getting older, she knew that she and Lynn Sr. would have to bring the subject up eventually. With a saddened expression, Rita sighed.


Later…

"Lynn, we need to talk" Rita said as she took a seat next to her husband on the couch.

"What is it, honey?" Lynn asked.

"Well, Lincoln's getting older. He's at that age where his world is starting to change" Rita stated.

"What, you mean puberty?" Lynn gave a confused look.

"If you can call what I saw this afternoon puberty" Rita commented, before hesitating. There was no easy way for her to say this, but it had to be said. Rita sighed, "Lincoln… almost killed Lola"

"He what?!" Lynn's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yeah, he had her pinned against the wall by her throat and when I made him look at me, well… let's just say that what I saw wasn't exactly normal" she told him, a hint of concern in her voice.

"Oh, that boy is beyond grounded. The next I see him, he's gonna get it" Lynn narrowed his eyes.

"That's just it, I don't think we should ground him" Rita said.

"What? But I just said-"

"I know, but Lynn, I think…" there was a short pause before Rita spoke again, "I think it's time we told Lincoln the truth"


And there's the end of Chapter 1. What is going on with the now teenage Lincoln? Will he be ready for what his parents are going to tell him? Well, the second question will be answered at least. Stay tuned for the next Chapter.

I'd like to the Omega Ultra for helping me with this chapter.

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