2k views! Thanks guys!

Also I've changed the story's rating to an M


Alone

Chapter 8: Lights Out


Day 13: August 21st

"You're still here!" Ronnie Anne and Lori cried as they wrapped their arms around Bobby.

The time was 12:00 PM. Bobby was born at 2:35 AM in the morning on August 21st, 2003. Which meant he was now fifteen-years-old, nine hours and twenty-five minutes old.

They'd spent all night waiting for the clock to tick past 2:35 AM and when it did, and he didn't disappear, they waited several hours more. By high noon they were pretty certain that he wasn't going to disappear, which meant no one else was going to disappear either.

They were so happy. Nothing was going to ruin this moment.

And then the power finally went out.


"Who turned out the lights?" Rusty screamed right into Lincoln's ear which made Lincoln fall out of the chair he was sitting on. He, Lucy and his friends were playing a strategy game, and Lincoln was teamed up with Rusty who was about to whisper a plan into Lincoln's ear when go figure, the lights went out right when his mouth was less than an inch away from his ear.

Lincoln swore when his butt hit the floor and he wanted to yell at Rusty, but they had more pressing issues, such as: what did happen to the lights?

Soon, more kid began to exit their rooms complaining about the power going out. Lucy went up to Lincoln as he stood back up and wrapped an arm around his.

"I think the power finally went out," Lincoln said to no one in particular.

"What?" Rusty cried. "But what are we going to do without electricity?"

Lincoln shrugged. "I don't know? But think about it: people have lived for centuries without electricity, how will this be any different?"

"The difference is that we had electricity," Rusty pouted.

Lincoln sighed. Looks like today the real challenge was about to begin.

"We should probably go look for some flashlights," Clyde spoke up now. "As well as some candles."

Lincoln nodded. He and his friends were currently in an unoccupied room that they'd put a few tables in so people could play board games and stuff. Sunlight shining through a window offered the only source of light. If Lincoln had to guess he'd say it was around noon or something. meaning they'd have maybe seven hours or so before dusk.

"Where are going to find those at?" Rusty asked.

"I know, Zach has a ton of candles," Liam spoke. "He always lights them when he delivers his sermons."

"Do you think he'll lend us some?" Clyde asked.

"Wouldn't hurt to ask," Liam shrugged.

"Where is he now?" Lincoln asked.

"He's probably in one of those rooms where hey have those business meetings," Liam told them.

And with that they all agreed to go to the floor below them and talk to Zach. All of them being: Lincoln, Lucy, Clyde, Liam, Rusty and his younger brother Rocky.

Lincoln really wasn't looking forward to talking to Zach. Ever since everyone disappeared he wouldn't shut up about aliens. Aliens this, aliens that. Lincoln was willing to bet that Zach was going to blame the power finally going out on aliens, too.

As they walked they passed several kids who were beginning to freak out about how there wasn't any more power. Electricity had been what separated humans from the animals, which meant they were now no better than a mouse living inside a wall.

Lucy grabbed Lincoln's hand and held it firmly. Lincoln looked at her and gave her a reassuring smile. Ever since yesterday she'd been really quiet, which wasn't unusual, but she was even quiet around him, which worried him. He'd make sure to talk to her about it later.

They soon reached a huge room which was where Zach spent most of his time; there were several windows, but their curtains were drawn which muffled the sunlight from entering. There were also a few lanterns lit here and there.

"Ah, welcome," Zach called out when Lincoln and the others entered the room. He stood behind a podium watching a kid paint something on a canvas, and there were a bunch of younger kids scattered throughout the room also. Lincoln was surprised that Zach had managed to gather quite an audience even if ninety percent of them were younger than nine. "I've been expecting you."

Lincoln wanted to challenge that claim, but kept his mouth shut seeing as though they were about to ask Zach for a favor.

Rusty was the one who spoke, since he was closest with Zach before the world changed. "Zach, buddy, the power went out. Do you think- "

"That the aliens were responsible?" Zach interrupted. "Yes, I do."

A bunch of kids perked up when he said the word 'aliens' and began to get up and gather around him.

Here we go. Lincoln thought.

Before anyone could say anything, Zach continued to speak. "Aliens have technology that is far superior to ours. In fact, it's so powerful that it can drain anything here on earth of its power and…"

Lincoln rolled his eyes and shut off his brain to Zach's ramblings. He was going to wait until he was finished spewing his nonsense until he said something that piqued his interest.

"…They've even been spotted here on Earth, they've graced us with their presence on this very planet. Some kids have bared witness to their appearance and have been willing to describe it, which is what our friend Henry here has been doing- painting what the witnesses have described.

As luck would have it the boy named Henry was putting the finishing touches on his painting.

"Done!" he excitedly announced.

"Then present it," Zach said, "Show the world the members of God's army."

Lincoln had to see this. He figured it would be good for a laugh.

The boy held up the picture and Lincoln had to admit it was pretty impressive for a drawing done by an eight-year-old.

The picture was of a dark, brown humanoid figure with two pitch black holes for eyes, no nose and a mouth that bared clenched teeth; veins were visible through its brown, dead-looking skins and so were its bones.

Not even five seconds after looking at the picture, Lincoln felt Lucy's grip loosen on his hand and she collapsed to the ground.

"Lucy!" Lincoln cried as he knelt next to her.

Lincoln's friends just stared at the girl as other kids began to take notice, including Zach.

"She has gazed into the eyes of our rulers and it has gazed into her soul as well…" He continued to ramble.

Lincoln completely ignored Zach's made up speech, as he gently shook Lucy awake. She began to shake and pant uncontrollably as soon as she woke up.

"Lucy, what - "

Lucy began to scream, kick and flail her arms, as Lincoln continued to try and calm her down, but she was an absolute wreck. The louder she screamed, the louder Zach tried to rise his voice over hers.

Rusty tried to tell Zach to shut up, that he was scaring the girl, but Zach wouldn't listen, he began to talk about how the girl was getting the fear of God put into her.

Lincoln and Clyde then helped Lucy to her feet and practically carried her out of the room, passing a few startled, and snickering kids. Lincoln could still kind of hear Zach's voice echoing into the halls as they walked further away from the room.

Eventually they reached the lobby of the hotel and Lucy's screams turned to sobs. Lincoln sat her down on a chair and waited for her to stop crying. A lot of the kids loitering in the lobby quickly walked away as Lucy sat there and sobbed.

Lincoln rested a hand on her shoulder, while Clyde just stood around awkwardly, visibly uncomfortable. Lincoln dismissed his friend and Clyde said good-bye before following the lead of the other kids who had exited the lobby.

Lincoln waited for Lucy to stop crying. Somewhere in the back of Lucy's mind, she was aware that Lincoln was waiting for her to stop crying again, patiently, not rushing her at all. He was willing to sit there for several hours, just so he could do his best to cheer her up, even though he'd known her for less than a week. That made her love him even more. But for the moment, she couldn't get that thing out of her head. The thing in the painting looked exactly like the thing she'd seen under the water and in her dreams. The scariest part was: she was no longer the only one who'd seen it. What did it mean? Was it real, after all?

Several minutes later, she stopped crying but was still a wreck. It was so surreal; the fact that that thing was out there… somewhere.

Lincoln asked Lucy if she was okay and Lucy figured it was time for the truth to come out.

"Can we please go back to your room?" she asked.


"So, do you think you'll be able to tell me why you… got scared like that?" Lincoln asked. He and Lucy both rested on her bed in Lincoln's room. The window was opened slightly since there was no longer any air conditioning and the curtains were drawn back a little to let some light in.

Lucy sighed, trying to find the right words for what she was about to say.

"Lincoln… that… thing that that boy was talking about…"

Lincoln nodded. "It was a pretty creepy painting. Nothing to be ashamed of."

Lucy slowly shook her head. "I saw it," she said bluntly.

Lincoln just sat and stared at Lucy for a few seconds before speaking. "Saw what?"

More silence.

"The thing in the drawing. I saw it. When I jumped into the river, before I passed out, I saw it swimming right towards me."

Lincoln continued staring at her with an uneasy look on his face.

"…And when I fell asleep my first night here. It was in my dreams." She told Lincoln about her dream and once she was finished Lincoln was absolutely stupefied.

The white-haired boy tried desperately to search for a logical explanation, but this was all just too much. Too big to be a coincidence. Lucy saw something in the river and whatever it was, wasn't human. Before this moment he thought that all he had to worry about were those lions that had escaped from the zoo and living from one day to the next. But now, add this to the fact that they had to live without power- it was going to be an outright fight for survival.

"…Lincoln…?" Lucy said after he didn't say anything for over a minute.

"Huh...?"

Lucy's face scrunched into a look of pure fear. "What does this mean?"

"I have no idea," he answered.

Lucy began to cry some more, and Lincoln then shuffled next to her and let her lean against him and wrap her arms around him.

"It's okay," Lincoln said softly, even though he wasn't sure if it was; he was scared too, now.

"Lincoln…" she finally said once she stopped crying again.

"Yeah?"

"You're not going to leave me, are you?"

"Huh…? What do you mean?"

"Just tell me that you'll never leave me. That you'll always be here."

"I… I'll never leave you," he said.

"Do you promise?" she asked, looking up to his face and into his eyes. Her mouth slightly open.

"I promise," he said.

And then, without warning Lucy kissed him.

Lincoln suddenly felt weak and light-headed, it was so sudden. But it felt nice. And as much as he wanted to give into it, he pulled his head away once Lucy stuck her tongue in his mouth and reached for his crotch.

"Lucy…" he said after he pulled away. Her mouth was still slightly open, and she looked a little bit surprised even though Lincoln couldn't see her eyes behind her bangs. "What are you doing?"

Lucy closed her mouth and looked down. "I… I like you, Lincoln… a lot. You're the only person who's ever made me feel safe. I just wanted to…" she was too embarrassed to finish, instead she just apologized.

"No, no don't be sorry," Lincoln said as he placed his hands on her shoulders. "It's okay, I was just… surprised, that's all."

Lucy just continued to look down. She was finally off her period, so she'd decided that today would be the day. Then another thought came to mind. "There used to be a doctor that would visit me sometimes. My mom always made sure people used protection when they used me. Last time he checked up on me he said I didn't have any…" she couldn't finish that sentence.

"That's not it, either," he assured her. "It's just that… we just met… and sure we've slept in the same bed and held hands and all but…" The part of Lincoln's mind that screamed at him a few nights ago for trying to get out of sleeping next to Lucy was now throwing a tantrum at the fact that he was trying to get out of getting physical with her. "Believe me I really want to, but we're both fourteen…and…"

"I'll be fifteen in October," Lucy said, as if that would help.

"Oh, your birthdays in October, too?" he said, trying to change the subject.

She nodded and told him it was the thirteenth.

Lincoln told her that his was the second.

More awkward silence.

"My mom had when she was young…" Lincoln said. "…She wanted to be a dentist but had to settle for becoming a dental assistant… because of me."

Lucy looked at Lincoln, he was the one looking down now.

"She was such a nice lady, but in her dark moments. When she drank, or if I misbehaved, she'd blame me for ruining her life. Said she could've had a good life, did fun things, traveled the world, met a nice guy and raised a family with him. But she had to settle for me."

Lucy slowly nodded. She got what Lincoln was trying to say. Then she decided to share something else with Lincoln. "Whenever someone was doing me, I'd often disassociate from reality. I'd let my mind wander to a place where I was safe. Where no one could hurt me. It was often a wide, open field. Nothing but green for miles, except for one single tree. And sitting under that tree, waiting for me, was a person. I could never see that person's face, but his mere presence made me feel safe and secure and once I came back to reality, I often wondered if the person in my daydream was out there somewhere, if he was going to rescue me. That single thought was the only thing that kept me going. And then when everyone disappeared I thought he'd never show up, but he did. You're that person, Lincoln. You saved me. You're the only person who has ever made me feel loved… and… I just want to love you, too…"

Tear drops were beginning to slowly slide down her pale cheeks, looking like clear liquid crystals.

Lincolns stomach was fluttering rapidly. His brain was screaming at him to hold her, which he did. He wrapped his arms around her and held her like she was the most precious thing in the world. And at that moment, even though he'd just met her, he truly felt like she was the most precious thing in the world to him, which let his feelings get the better of him. He gently lifted her head up by placing his fingers under her chin, and then they both just stared longingly at each other. And then Lincoln slowly leaned in and kissed her.

It started as just a kiss but then their tongues began to explore each other's mouths.

Eventually Lincoln had to stop and catch his breath. And while he did that Lucy began to take off her dress and shirt, revealing a simple black t-shirt bra.

"Lucy," Lincoln let out a small embarrassed cry.

"What…?" she simply said. "Aren't we doing this?"

Lincoln's eyes studied her body as it shimmered in the sunlight that shone through the rooms window, she was skinny and thin, and covered in marks and scars as well, which broke Lincoln's heart.

"Uh… yeah, sorry," he chuckled.

Lucy then began to undo her bra straps and Lincoln's eyes quickly looked away. As if he shouldn't have been watching her undress.

"Lincoln."

"Huh?"

"It's okay to look."

"…I know…" he said, his face crimson red.

Then after another moment of awkward silence he slowly looked at her and gazed upon her body, she was only wearing black panties and socks now. Her breasts were now completely exposed, her arms were at her side, so she could give Lincoln a good view of her chest.

Lincoln's mouth dropped open and his stomach and nether regions began to stir like mad.

Lucy's breasts were perfect and well developed, even though there were marks around them as well, which pissed Lincoln off. How dare anyone lay a hand on them and leave marks on them. Lincoln hoped that all the people who had ever hurt Lucy- where ever they were- were in a place worse than hell.

Lucy just sat at the headboard of the bed, waiting for Lincoln, who was sitting in the middle of the bed, to do something. But all Lincoln could do was swallow a lump that had formed in his throat.

Lucy sighed, not an exasperated sigh, she knew that Lincoln was new at this. She then scooted closer to Lincoln and reached her fingers under the hem of his shirt, her fingernails grazed against his skin and sent waves of shivers throughout his soul. She began to slowly lift his shirt up, which wasn't fast enough for Lincoln, so he helped take it off as well and threw it aside. Now he just had to get his damn pants off. Thank goodness he wasn't wearing a belt. He didn't need anything else to delay this moment. He slid them off fast like they were on fire.

Now he and Lucy just sat on the bed in only their undergarments. Now it was Lucy who studied Lincoln's body; he was scrawny, but she thought his body looked beautiful.

He then scooted closer to her and began to slowly lift his hands up towards her, she held her chest out as if to give him permission to touch her breasts. Even so, he still looked at her before his hands made contact, to which she nodded her head.

Her breath hitched when he touched her. His touch was soft and gentle. So caring. She closed her eyes and leant her head back as Lincoln continued to caress her breasts, he even started to kiss them, which couldn't help but make Lucy let out a small giggle in the back of her throat.

Then she slowly started to lie down on her back, resting her head on a pillow. Lincoln took this as his cue to take off her panties. He wrapped his fingers under the waistband and slid them down her legs exposing her vagina. It looked beautiful and delicate, even though it was also surrounded by marks as well, which made Lincoln's heart skip a beat.

He took her socks off too after taking her panties off and she was now completely naked. Lincoln was still in his underwear; his penis was leaving a noticeable bulge. He quickly took care of that and took off his tighty-whities, leaving himself completely exposed to Lucy.

He looked down at her body and she looked up at his, there was no more delaying it, now.

He slowly crawled on top of her and slowly directed his rod to her opening, when it made contact he looked at her again and she nodded again. He mounted her, she let out another small gasp as he slowly and gently slid inside her.

It was the greatest feeling in the world for both of them. They then continued to kiss deeply and affectionately as their bodies began to rock back and forth.

Eventually they both had to break the kiss to catch their breaths, Lincoln then began to pepper Lucy's neck with kisses. Which made her continue to moan with pleasure.

This caused Lincoln's privates to begin to stir.

Not yet, he begged his body, please, not yet.

But the more he felt himself beginning to swell the faster he rocked his body. Causing Lucy to moan out even more.

All her life people had used her body for their own needs, and whenever they did, she'd shut herself off and not feel anything as they intruded in her body. But right now, she could feel Lincoln inside of her, she'd welcomed him in there and when it was with someone you really cared about, it was the greatest feeling in the world.

She could feel Lincoln begin to tingle, she knew what that meant- he was about to reach his climax. She then began to rock her hips faster, so she could reach hers as well.

Their breathing began to become more intense too, Lincoln reach over with one hand and grabbed Lucy's hand and they both squeezed each other's hand's affectionately. Then he reached with his other hand and moved Lucy's bangs that were obscuring her eyes; here eye lids were shut, but when she sensed Lincoln's gaze on her she slowly opened them, revealing the most beautiful light brown eyes he'd ever seen.

He couldn't contain it anymore, and with one final thrust, he let loose inside of Lucy, filling her with his love.

They both let out a low, soft moan as they stared into each other's eyes. Lincoln rocked a few more times as he continued to spew inside of Lucy and then they both went limp. Lincoln lied down on his side and moved the covers over him and Lucy and they just continued to lie there, holding each other for several minutes.

Soon, Lincoln's mind began to clear, and he was hit with the sudden realization that he just had sex. He looked down under the covers to see his and Lucy's legs still intermingled, and that he was still inside of her. He removed himself from her and heard her breath hitch as he watched some fluid leak from her vagina.

Lucy's grasp on Lincoln tightened slightly, as if she didn't ever want him to leave her. He gave her a reassuring rub on her back, as if to tell her that he was never going to leave her.

"I just have to go to the bathroom," he said.

"Please hurry back," she said, her voice sounding tired and needy.

He got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Still naked, he flipped the light switch to the on position, but the lights didn't turn on.

Oh, right…

Lincoln left the door open a smidge so light could leak through, and as he began to pee his mind began to race some more.

He just had sex…with a girl he'd only just met. I mean, sure, there was no telling how much time anyone had left now. Would they, disappear once they turned fifteen? Then he began to get nervous. They didn't use any protection.

What if…? I mean, Lincoln was only fourteen, he still had his whole life ahead of him, but at the same time, what exactly could he do with his life. All he and his friends had done for the last few days was, eat, sleep and hang around the hotel all day. He'd only left two times so far; to go to the zoo and the mall.

He figured they'd all have to leave again eventually to go and look for some more food. Luckily with so many people gone, there was still a lot of food left, but it wouldn't last forever, though. They'd have to learn to grow food and stuff like that.

Lincoln soon, realized that he had finished peeing and had just been standing there for a few seconds, now. He flushed the toilet and was hesitant to walk back into the room and face Lucy again. He had no idea what he was even going to say to her.

He left he bathroom and looked at Lucy; she was sitting upright on the bed now with a far away look on her face, but as soon as Lincoln came into view she slowly turned and looked at him.

And smiled.

For the first time in her life, it was a genuine, honest-to-goodness smile.

And that made Lincoln smile, too. Then he noticed her head turn down slightly. Lincoln looked down at his exposed penis, floppy and spent. He blushed and covered it with his hands.

Lucy let out a small laugh, and Lincoln couldn't help but laugh, too. All his previous worries, forgotten.

This was a moment neither of them would forget. A moment that nothing could possibly ruin.


David Winston sat on a couch in the Governor's Office in the Indiana State House in front of a desolate fireplace. He stared at the unburned logs that currently resided in it as sunshine shone through the window, offering the only source of light. Portraits of men that must've been painted during the 1800's hung on the walls; David Winston was a little embarrassed to admit that he had no idea who they were.

Also in the room was a blonde girl named Carol Pingrey. She wore a purple shirt and a brown skirt with a checkered pattern. She wore a bored expression on her face as well. She and David Winston had both arrived at the State House at the same time, both of them had decided to live here because they thought it would represent authority. But there can't be two leaders at once. They both knew they'd have to battle it out eventually, but for the moment they just sat alone in the office.

"So, why did you call me in here, David?" Carol asked, as if she had better things to do.

"I told you to call me Winston," Winston said. He didn't like people calling him by his first name, it was too personal if you asked him. He thought if someone referred to you by your last name, it meant you had authority over them, like how you call a teacher or a boss by their last name.

Carol just repeated her previous question, only this time she added emphasis on the name David.

It angered Winston, but he couldn't show any anger in front of Carol, as it would be showing weakness.

"In case you haven't noticed, Carol. The Power went out- "

"You don't say?" she sarcastically interrupted.

"And," Winston went on, ignoring the interruption, "without power, kids are most likely going to end up losing their minds."

"What do you mean?" Carol asked, now she was listening.

"Think about it, electricity was one of the big things that separated us from the animals, it secured our role as the dominant species of the earth, and without it- we may as well be cavemen. Therefore, it will only be a matter of time before all the kids around here resort back to their natural states: animalistic states. Chaos is bound to ensue."

That thought made Carol nervous, but she tried not to look too bothered in front of David.

"So, what exactly are we supposed to do about it?"

Winston didn't like the fact that she used the word we, but he ignored it for now.

"I think it's time someone took control of the situation."

"How?" Carol asked.

Winston smiled and stood up. Walked over to a desk and opened one of it's drawers. Inside of it was a locked box. A box that Winston had the key to. He opened the box and inside of it was a gun. A Glock 19 to be exact.

Carol visibly flinched when he showed it to her.

"Where on earth did you get that?" she cried, too nervous to stand up from the couch and leave the room.

"My dad owned a gun store," Winston proudly announced. "I have several more of these things hidden away." He looked down the iron sights of the gun.

"Why didn't you tell me that sooner?" Carol asked.

"I didn't want to lay all my cards on the table," Winston said. "I was going to wait for the perfect moment to strike. And right now seems as good as any."

Carol wanted to gulp. "Why are you telling me this?" she asked.

"I want to join forces with you, Carol," he said. "If we work together, your group and mine, we can easily take control over this city."

Of course, that was partly the reason, another big reason was that Winston liked Carol. Always had. Ever since they were little. Even though, he always tried to make it look like he didn't. He wanted to use his ultimate authority to get her to like him back. She'd be like his queen, only he still wanted to be the big kahuna once it came to who was really in charge.

"So, what do you say, Carol. Shall we put my plan into action?"

A small part of Carol's mind was telling her not to trust this boy, but a bigger part of her was totally in love with the thought of getting all the other kids to bow down to her.

She smiled. "Yes, we should."


I hope you guys enjoyed the love-making scene. It was my first time writing a scene like that so I hope it was good enough. While I do detest Loudcest, I figured since Lincoln and Lucy aren't related in this story that that would make it okay.

Also, the "aliens" that have been mentioned in this story are supposed to look like the ReDead from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.