After dinner, Lincoln sat down on his bed, taking out the bundle and taking out the blades. He held them gingerly, as if they would disintegrate at any moment, given how old they looked. He stared at them. The sword part looked like stone, but also metal. Strange. He tightened his grip on the blades.
The blades set ablaze. Lincoln yelped, dropping the blades. The blades went out. He picked them up again. They set ablaze again. None of it reached his hands, or burned anything in the room. He focused on the blades, and they faded to a dull glow, barely lighting up the room as it had done earlier.
He looked at his door. It was cracked, and he said he was going to bed already, so a little practice wouldn't hurt.
He opened his window, and crawled out, carefully climbing down the side of the house. His feet planted upon the ground, and he set off, looking for a safe place to practice. He eventually found a safe spot on Lookout Point.
The point overlooked the whole city. It was beautiful at this time of night.
"Wow..." He said, smiling. He held the blades, making them blaze again. This time, the blade's fire reached his hands, but didn't burn him. They pulsed, and transformed.
They looked shiny and new, almost as if they've been forged a few minutes ago. Lincoln stared, awestruck at the blades.
He swung a blade. It glowed as he swung, sending a trail of fire behing the blade. He swung the other blade. Then both. They glowed every time he swung. He saw the chains. Why were they there?
He did some experimenting. He grabbed the chain and swung a blade in circles. It glowed after a few seconds. Then set ablaze shortly after. He let go.
The blade sent flying into a boulder, sending shrapnel everywhere. Lincoln ducked, shrapnel flying over his head. He swung the other blade, holding the chain. It too set ablaze while he swung. He threw it. It slammed into the boulder once again.
He pulled the blade back. It flew to his hand. He caught it, amazed the blades could do that. He flung the other blade to his hand. He caught it, and decided to do something cool.
He took out his phone, opened the Camera, hit record, and began to speak.
"This is Lincoln Loud here, and I have something amazing to show you!" He showed the blades to the camera. "These swords are awesome! Let me show you why!" He decided to do something from Lola's ribbon dancing. He swung the blades in circles, similar to Kai in Kung Fu Panda 3. Then, he swung one over his head while he swung the other at his side, intricate motions to make sure they didn't tangle up.
He then swung both blades so that it made an enormous fire circle. He swung and swung, turning to keep up with the blades. Then, he threw a blade at the boulder again, making sure to get it in frame. He moved the camera so that it could see him and the chain. He stepped to the right a bit, holding the chain. He swung, jumping the chain as it heated up. Basically, he played Jump Rope but with a fire chain.
He made it to 127 when he stopped. He yanked the blade to his hand and dropping it. He turned off the camera, and pocketed his phone. He sat down on a bench. He checked his watch. 11:37. Wow. No wonder he was so tried. He had to get back home before anyone noticed. He picked up the blades, wrapping the chains around his arms to minimize carrying heavy chains. He also put the blades on his back. He didn't need scabbards. Neat and handy!
He trekked down Lookout Point, content in the video he made. He made it to his front door, opened it slowly, and tiptoed to his room. He made it to his room without any trouble.
It was when he made it to his room when it happened.
The chains glowed red-hot, searing and branding his skin as Lincoln tried not to cry out. He whimpered quietly as the chains burned him. The chains stopped burning him. He dropped to the ground, drained. He tried to unwrap the chains, but found that he couldn't. He tried to no avail.
"Why won't this work?!" He whisper-shouted. "Come on! Come on! Come on!"
The chains did not come off. He decided to try something the next day. In the meantime, he decided he should get some rest. He laid in bed, covered his entire body with his blanket, faced his door, and fell asleep immediately.
He heard Lori's voice. "Hey, twerp. It's time to get up. Come on!" She knocked on his door. Lucky he had that deadbolt locked when he got the chance.
Lincoln opened his eyes and rubbed his eyes. He saw the chains on his arms.
"Ok, Lori. I'll be right there." He said.
"Alright. Breakfast is almost ready, so hurry up." Her voice took on a mother's tone. Lincoln smiled. She still cared.
"'Kay. See you there." He got out of bed, and drew his blades. He set them under his bed, wanting to test something.
They detach from the chains when he puts them on his back, and when he swings his blades by the chain, they reattach. He swung a chain. The blade suddenly appeared, glowing red hot. He detached the blade and set it under his bed. He took out a hoodie and slipped it on.
It covered the chains perfectly. He nodded, then opened the door and set off to the bathroom. He saw Lucy.
Be cool. Whew... "Hey, Luce." He said.
"Hey, Lincoln. Say, you didn't happen to not be in your bed last night, did you?" She said.
Does she know? Only one way to find out. He pushed Lucy into her room, and pressed her shoulders to the wall.
"What do you know. Tell me all of it." He said.
"Enough. I know you left near the time you went to bed, and came back at around midnight." She explained.
"Anything you may have seen me with? Huh?" He said.
"No. I only heard. But I just wanted to know, so thank you." She slipped out of his grasp.
"Uh... you're welcome?" He asked, unsure of what to do. Should he ask if she saw the blades? Or should he leave it be? He decided the latter option and went into the bathroom, where he saw Luna, Luan, and Lynn brushing their teeth.
"Hey, brah." Luna said.
"Hey, Luna." Lincoln said.
"Hey, bro." Lynn and Luan said.
"Hey." Lincoln said. He picked up his toothbrush and put toothpaste on it. He watered it a little, then started to brush.
"So, did ya see the news?" Luna asked.
"No..." Lincoln said. "Why?"
"Well, there was this guy with fire whips, swinging them and hitting the big boulder on Lookout Point." She said.
Lincoln choked on his toothpaste. He choked it back up and coughed.
"Woah, you okay, bro?" Lynn asked.
"I'm okay. Just...took me by surprise, that's all. Any idea who this guy is?" He said.
"Nope," Luan said. "He made like a fire and blazed outta there! Hahaha! Get it?"
Everyone in the bathroom groaned. Then facepalmed. Except Luan.
"Well, thanks, Luna." Lincoln said, rinsing his mouth and making his way downstairs.
"No prob, bro." She replied.
Lincoln grabbed a banana, since he didn't have much of an appetite. He grabbed his stuff and walked out the door, where the bus picked him up.
He made his way to the back, where he usually sat. Then Chandler, the school bully, started to annoy him.
"Hey, Larry." He said. Oh, god, not again with this crap. "What's up?" Chandler asked. "How's your sisters? Your dumb blond sisters." He laughed with his cronies, who acted as his 'yes men'. One gave him a high-five.
"Or what about your sister Leni? She still dumb? Or is she even more retarded?" He cackled like a hyena.
Lincoln clenched his fists. The chains got warm. Calm down, Lincoln. He's not worth it.
"Or how 'bout your gay sister, Luna? She doesn't belong here, along with all the other fags!" Chandler said. He laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Lincoln's chains grew hot, almost burning off his sleeves.
He attacked.
