Here's the second chapter! Hope you guys like it!
Lincoln sped out of the house into the cool morning air. His tears blurred his vision so he could barely see. But he was so upset he didn't even care. He loved his sisters with all of his heart and he couldn't bear the fact that they thought this about him. He ran for what was about a half hour until his legs gave out from under him and he fell to his knees crying. When he looked up he couldn't tell where he was. He was in front of a dark and shady looking alleyway. He rose to his feet and looked each way. He could always take the bus home if he didn't know the way. But why would he go home? His sisters obviously hated him so what was the point?! Lincoln walked into the alleyway looking for a place to rest his tired legs. That's when he saw the door. It was an average sized wooden door with large cracks. Light was poking through those cracks. Lincoln was able to hear voices inside. He put his ear up against the door. Voices could be heard coming from inside.
"How about that old warehouse? That'll get us noticed!" One of the voices said. "No! Arson is not our style." A woman's voice said. "We need something quick and easy that'll get us noticed but also keep our identities safer. Because if someone sees a building on fire their first instinct would be to call the police and rat out the first black clothed arsonists they see!" Lincoln couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was listening in on a meeting of criminals! He then came up with an idea. He would help these people with their crimes and rob his sister's belongings. It was brilliant! He then heard a cracking sound and the rickety door gave way under his weight. He fell right into the middle of their meeting. He coughed due to the dust that was gathering up around him. When the dust cleared he could see every person in the room glaring at him. "Uhhh hey guys," Lincoln nervously stated. They began to walk towards him. "I couldn't help but listen in on your conversation and I think I could help." They momentarily stopped, thought then continued to advance on the white haired boy.
"Wait!" The gang stopped in their tracks. They then parted to let someone through. "If what you say is true, then you will have to prove it to us." The person then emerged from the crowd revealing a young woman who looked to be in about her early thirties. She had jet-black hair with one green streak through it. Lincoln thought about her offer. If he went through with this then he would be betraying his sisters, the same sisters who turned their backs on him not even an hour ago. If he helped these people, then he may be let into their circle and he would have a family again! Though not perfectly logical, Lincoln felt he had nothing left to lose. "Alright," He said. I'll do it.
Later that night, Lincoln snuck back into his house unnoticed by any of his sisters. He quietly snuck into each girls room and took one precious item from them: Lori's pearl necklace that was given to her by Bobby, Lola's fancy dress, Luna's electric guitar, etc; after he gathered it all together, he walked out the door and dialed the number the strange woman had given him. She picked up after two rings. "Hey," he said. "I got the stuff!" "Excellent," The woman said on the other side of the phone. "Our car will be there to pick you up in a few minutes."
When Lincoln saw a beat up old Ford rolling up the street, he assumed it was them. He was keen to give this stuff to them so he could finally get back at his sisters for all they've done to him. The old car pulled up to the house and the window of the drivers seat rolled down. A bearded man was sitting in the seat. "Get in," was all he said to Lincoln. The young boy climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door.
The drive was long and boring. When they finally reached the alleyway where Lincoln had first met the gang, the driver reached over, opened the door to the passenger seat, and pushed Lincoln out of the car thus making him land in a filthy puddle. He grabbed his bag and opened the door where the mysterious lady was waiting for him. She was standing in front of a fireplace had a long pole with a symbol of a shark on it. The pole was red hot. Lincoln handed her the bag. She opened it and dumped all of its contents out onto the floor where the rest of the gang pounced on it. "What's your name, boy?" Lincoln gulped. "L-Lincoln," he nervously said. "Well Lincoln," she said. "Welcome to the Devourers." She said. She took the long hot pole in her hand and thrust the symbol onto Lincoln's shouder.