Lincoln had made himself proud. After all the deaths he has caused, he still wanders with his whereabouts unknown, people unaware that he is the skeleton man. Everything he needed was in his pack, but he may not be hidden for long. He needed a new place to stay in, far away from where he shot the man from the house where he found a useful room.
After a dozen of minutes of what seemed like hours to Lincoln, he stumbles upon a crowd of people watching the news from TV screens publicly shown from the window.
"Skeleton-Man strikes again" Lincoln read. The policemen looked frustrated in the pictures shown on the screen. He knows he would face death someday. They wanted him dead, badly. They say He has caused havoc to Royal Woods, which was no doubt true.
"Damn it." Lincoln whispered to himself. He rushed away from there, in a hurry to find somewhere to hide. He wanted to lay low. He needed to lay low. The police will be frantically searching around Royal Woods. They will surround the town with patrols.
Sprinting on the sidewalk far away from home, Lincoln was worried. The sounds of sirens drew near and he started to sprint away as quick as he possibly could, but after a few seconds, time seemed to have slowed down. He accidentally trips on the sidewalk, releasing his pack as he falls forwards to the ground. A police car speeding from a dozen of feet away, the policeman notices him tripping on the sidewalk. The bag lands, and Lincoln realizes that it was left open. A grave mistake he has made, the pack spills out most of the items inside, including the skeleton mask and pistol.
Right when the pack had dropped, the policeman slammed his shoe on the brakes, immediately stopping his car. Lincoln whispers curses to himself, knowing what is about to happen. The policeman got out of his car with his gun and runs towards Lincoln. Lincoln turns to see him jumping towards him in anger. The officer puts him down, stretches out Lincoln's arms hard to make him feel pain, And cuffs Lincoln's hands.
"I'll be getting a nice reward for catching you, you little bastard." The officer growled. "I hope you get a death sentence."
He picks up Lincoln to escort him to the car, but as soon as he did, Lincoln raises his hands and quickly wraps the handcuffs behind the officer's neck, then gives him a hard kick, forcing him to the ground to a short distance and breaking the handcuffs. Lincoln then swiftly rolls back, grabs his gun and aims at the officer. He looks up to see Lincoln aiming at his head, now paralyzed in fear how he miraculously pulled this off. There was one problem though. Witnesses.
"No! It can't be me next! I should be getting a reward for catching you!" The officer shouted.
Lincoln ignored those words, getting ready to pull the trigger. He wasn't gonna take the chance to be taken to the police station. Instead, he had a plan. Lincoln wanting to get on with it, he shot the policeman in the head, leaving him dead on the sidewalk. The people that witnessed another murder ran away. Lincoln had to do the same. Go away. He took a risky chance, stole the car keys and starts the police car. He puts it on drive and slams on the accelerator, speeding the car to its maximum velocity. Though, his driving is not going very well.
"Better than Leni, I suppose!" Lincoln says out loud as he is recklessly driving. He continues doing his best and speeds away from here. Now that he has gotten away swiftly and has freed himself from handcuffs, he had one place to go where he will cause a mass murder.
The Police Station.