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Ten reasons
Chapter eleven: Mad Science part two- An experiment in vengeance
Most of the Loud sisters were in the living room of their family's house, most of them looking anxious. Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lucy, Lana, Lola and Lisa were sitting around, waiting for their father, Lynn Sr., to come back from a trip that he and a police officer made over to the Royal Woods Police Department, to pick up Lori and Lincoln.
A few hours ago, the family van, which the Loud kids affectionately referred to as Vanzilla, was involved in a traffic accident where a red car hit it on its right side, sending it into the pole of a traffic light which it knocked down. To make matters really bad for the Loud siblings, the oldest among their number, Lori, was driving Vanzilla at the time, and she had Lincoln, their only brother, along as well; Lori was picking something up for Lynn Sr., and she figured that Lincoln would like a trip to the comic book store.
His first in close to two months.
"I can't believe something like this would happen," Lynn remarked in a dejected tone, "I mean, Lori is always a careful diver, isn't she?"
"From what I have been able to gather on the incident, Lori was blindsided," Lisa stated to her older siblings in her usual dry monotone, "No amount of caution and training can prepare anyone for freak accidents. Besides, Lori was only rattled by the experience, which I heard the police officer say she got over quickly enough." Sighing in a resigned tone, the four-year-old genius continued, "However, I am more concerned about our brother, who was hurt in the accident. Thankfully it wasn't bad enough to warrant a trip to the hospital."
"At the risk of sounding like the Princess of Puke," Luna began, "This is literally bogus, dude! We just can't seem to catch a break, can we?"
"Lincoln's going to be okay, right?" Lola asked in a concerned and worried tone.
"Although I wish that our brother had not suffered any of the misfortunes that he's been through as of late," Lisa began, "The fact that he's gone through all of that and is still with us proves that he can, for lack of a better way to put this, take some serious punishment." Shooting a quick look at Lynn, Lisa added, "I believe that we may have you to thank for that, Lynn."
A surprised look on her face, Lynn said, "You think that all of the sports and other games that I dragged Lincoln into toughened him up?"
"I have yet to come up with another explanation, so for now that is the only working theory that I have," the brainy Loud sibling replied, "But that's beside the point. The point is that I believe we ought to have more faith in our brother's apparent ability to take whatever's thrown at him and come back swinging."
"Yeah," Luna remarked in a tone of agreement, "Lincoln's proven to be one tough little dude over the past month and a half to two months." The other sisters who were currently in house all nodded in agreement with their musically inclined sister.
"Hey, sorry about breaking the mood," Luan began, "But I don't suppose any of you are hungry, are you?"
"I have prepared more of my experimental dog biscuits in case any of you girls are interested," Lisa offered.
"Why would you give us dog biscuits?" Lola asked in a mildly disgusted tone.
"Hey, don't knock 'em 'til you try 'em," Lana replied.
"Well of course you would have no problem with eating dog biscuits," Lola said to her tomboyish twin in a knowing tone.
"Actually, those dog biscuits of Lisa's are, like, totes good," Leni remarked, "I got one that tasted like vanilla, and Aggro said the one he got tasted like hazelnut."
"There's hazelnut flavored biscuits?!" Lana said in a surprised tone, "Aww man, how come I didn't get any of those?!"
"Excuse me?" Lola replied, looking totally confused.
"The experimental dog biscuits are all made with various formulas that taste like popular coffee creamer flavors to humans while tasting like various dog treat flavors to dogs," Lisa explained, "It is my attempt to make a biscuit that humans and dogs can enjoy equally. In fact, I have just finished perfecting a formula that makes the biscuits taste like pumpkin spice to humans."
"Ooh, pumpkin spice?" Leni said in an excited manner, "I've got to try that!"
"Yo, hit me up with some of those biscuits too, little dude," Luna remarked as she turned to face Lisa, "I got a serious case of the munchies going on right now." The rest of the sisters all started stating similar requests; even Lola decided to give in and try one of those dog biscuits, but only because everyone else seems so keen to try them.
When she bit into one of the biscuits and tasted caramel, the pageant princess was pleasantly surprised. "…Not bad," Lola remarked in a quiet but genuinely impressed tone after tasting the experimental dog biscuit.
Later that evening, Lynn Sr. came back with Lori and Lincoln; just like the police officer earlier had said, the sole Loud boy was fine enough so that a quick treatment by on-scene paramedics was sufficient to treat his injuries. The other sisters were beyond relieved that their only brother didn't have to go to the hospital again. Lynn somewhat smugly said that it must be due to all of the times that she and Lincoln had played sports helping to toughen Lincoln up. Hearing this prompted Lori to roll her eyes in response.
After a brief sibling meeting in Lori and Leni's room, the girls and Lincoln all went to their respective bedrooms, as it was getting late. Although most of them went to sleep pretty much right away, one of them did not take to sleep as easily, that being Lisa. The brainy Loud sibling did have a tendency to stay up late anyway to do experiments, but that was not the case this time.
This time, Lisa was staying up late to do some research.
It was no secret among the Loud family as a whole that Lisa had some pretty amazing technology at her disposal, chief among that being her highly advanced personal computer. As with all of her other gear, Lisa had made her computer herself, as the brainy Loud sibling would not trust any computer unless she had a direct hand in its construction. One of the reasons why Lisa preferred to use her personal computer is because any activity done on it is completely and utterly untraceable.
Getting right to work, Lisa got into the network for the traffic cameras until she found what she was looking for, that being the path that Lori and Lincoln were taking in Vanzilla. After a few minutes of observations, Lisa eventually came upon the scene where the red car blindsided the Loud family's vehicle, only to take off before anyone got a good look at it. Lisa rewound the scene so it was just before the moment of impact, then paused it when the red car was in good view of the cameras.
With the click of a mouse, Lisa switched the video feed to the exact same scene, but from a different angle. Now, despite what a lot of crime shows may tell you, the idea of enhancing and zooming in on a scene in order to look at it closer and more clearly isn't as real as you'd think. However, saying this to the four-year-old genius of the Loud family will get her to laugh.
Yet another reason why Lisa prefers to use her personal computer.
With a few more clicks, Lisa got a good clear look at the rear license plate of the red car that blindsided Vanzilla before taking off. Lisa wrote the license plate number down before opening up another program. Entering the license plate number that she wrote down into the program, Lisa started a search to find the owner of that red car. Within a few seconds, Lisa got the info that she was looking for.
What the brainy Loud sibling got from her search surprised her.
Sometime later, five grown men were lounging about in the living room of a somewhat rundown one-story house somewhere in a somewhat rundown neighborhood of Royal Woods. "We're dead," one of the men said in a mildly freaked out tone, "We're so dead! When Wallace's car is eventually tracked down, we're all going to be arrested! We're done, dudes! End of story, good-bye, the end!"
"Jacob, dude, relax," a second man said to the first, this second man, like the first man and the other three men, were all Caucasian men ranging in ages between thirty and thirty-four. The first man, named Jacob, had medium-length orange-red hair and wore a white t-shirt under a red flannel shirt with its sleeves rolled up that was open in the front, blue jeans with worn-out knees, and black work shoes.
The second man, who was talking to Jacob, had shoulder-length black hair and wore a light-blue t-shirt under a red flannel shirt with its sleeves not rolled up that was open in the front, newer looking jeans with knees still intact, and brown boots. "There's no way the law is going to trace my car," the second man said, "I got us out of there way too quick for anyone to see."
"How can you be so sure, Wallace?" Jacob asked, "You're in the hottest water here out of all of us, man! You're still wanted for the bombing that our group carried out!"
"It's a damn shame that two of our boys were captured by police and were later killed in prison," said a third man, this one having a shaved head and wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans and black shoes. The third man was notably, but not excessively, well-fed. Leaning back slightly, the third man said, "I bet they would have loved to see our revenge against our former boss."
"What really pisses me off is that someone had somehow found the warehouse that we were using," Wallace began in a mildly annoyed tone, "Used it as a place to seriously mess with some rich old guy's adult nephew, and now I'm being blamed for messing with the rich dude's nephew! I had four more bombs in that warehouse, all of which were almost finished! And now because of some idiot using the warehouse for messing with the rich old guy's nephew, the police came in and collected everything! Do any of you guys know how far this sets us back?"
"Relax, Wallace," the third guy remarked, "We still have the supplies in the basement here. We should be able to make at least two more bombs for our plan."
"He's right, man," Jacob remarked, "We aren't as set back as you're making it out to be."
Sighing, Wallace said, "I suppose that you guys have a point. We can still get our revenge on that conceited son of a bitch who fired us for no apparent reason." Getting up from the recliner chair that he was sitting in, Wallace raised the beer can he was drinking from in a toast. "Who here among you wants to do our late friends proud?" Wallace said, drawing a round of applause from his fellows.
Chuckling to himself, Wallace said as he sat back down, "Just what I wanted to he-"
"Hey guys," Jacob said in a mildly confused tone as he sniffed about the air, interrupting Wallace in the process, "Is it me, or does the room suddenly smell like vanilla?" The other four men all sniffed about the air as well in response to what Jacob asked.
"Now that you mention it," the third man said, "It does smell pretty good in here." To Wallace, the third man said, "Did you get new air fresheners, man?"
"No way," Wallace replied with a gently head shake in the negative, "How would I even be able to go about shopping for-" Wallace stopped short as, suddenly feeling very tired, he let out a rather long yawn. "Man, I am bushed all of a sudden," Wallace said groggily, "I think I'm going to hit the…hay…" Wallace slumped over and promptly fell asleep. The other four men were too tired to express alarm, as they themselves also slumped over and fell asleep.
As the five men snoozed away, a few robots rolled into the living room from the kitchen.
When Wallace came to, he noticed that he was strapped to a table, similar to what he'd seen in secret agent-style action movies, or in monster movies where a mad scientist makes monsters out of spare body parts. Wallace was still a little groggy, but he perked up a bit when he saw that his fellows were likewise strapped to similar tables. The table surfaces were all propped up, making the five men look like paintings that were hanging in an art museum.
"The hell is going on here?" Wallace said to himself, mildly annoyed but mostly freaked out.
Wallace and his four fellows soon got their answer when they saw a very short person walk into the room they were all in. It was Lisa Loud, but none of the men even knew who she is, nor would they have been able to recognize her. Lisa wearing a scrub cap, her glasses (of course), a medical mask, a long-sleeved lab coat under a protective apron, medical gloves and a pair of closed-toe shoes.
"Hello, gentlemen," Lisa greeted the five men in her usual dry monotone, "Thank you for volunteering your services as test subjects. We've got quite a lot of work ahead of us." Pointing to Wallace, Lisa added in a knowing tone, "Especially you."
"The hell is all this?!" Wallace said, perking up from his tired feeling more and more. He started struggling against his restraints, but none of them would budge at all.
"Heh, good luck trying to get yourself out of those restraints," Lisa remarked sarcastically, "You'd have to possess superhuman strength on par with comic book heroes in order to escape on your own in that manner."
Taking a step closer to the table that she had Wallace strapped to, Lisa said, "I know who you are, Wallace Willow. I know that you are one of the three men tied to the bombing of Royal Woods Elementary School, and the only one who is still at large. …Well, the only one who was still at large. You see, after my sleeper gas knocked you and your fellows out, I did a search of the premises, and you won't believe what I found. Don't worry though, I took the liberty of destroying all of the bomb-making gear, materials and supplies that I found."
"You did what?!" Wallace nearly exclaimed, clearly angry and annoyed.
"Oh please," Lisa said in a sarcastic tone, "Do be as loud as you wish. It's not like anyone will hear you. The six of us are currently underground in a secret lab of mine. The entire place is soundproofed too."
"What the hell do you want with us?!" Jacob asked, clearly getting frightened.
"Since there was bomb-making gear in the abode you guys were utilizing, and I overheard some of the things you guys said, I deduced that Mr. Willow here isn't the only one in on the whole bomb-making scheme," Lisa said to the men as a whole, "I have reason to believe that the five of you are in on everything. Is this correct?"
"Yeah, so?" the third man replied in a bitter tone, "I take it that you're working for our conceited ex-boss who got promoted to run the local sewage treatment plant?"
A look of mild surprise flashed across the brainy Loud sibling's face. "…Umm, no," Lisa replied, "My brother was severely injured in the bombing on the elementary school." Regaining the bit of composure that she lost due to being surprised by the third man's question, Lisa said, "Mr. Willow here is the only one of the three men responsible for that bombing to have escaped punishment. I took you other four men as well because you're his cohorts and were talking about carrying out more bombings."
Taking a step back from where she stood, Lisa said, "You see, gentlemen, I'm a scientist. I have conducted many experiments over my life, often using my own siblings as test subjects. Many people would assume from this that I have no conscious to speak of, but I assure you that such a claim cannot be any further from the truth. There are some things that I simply will not to do to any of my siblings."
Her gaze narrowing slightly, Lisa added, "Luckily for me, none of you men are even related to me. That makes you fair game."
"Wait a minute," Wallace said with a mildly confused look on his face, "How old are you?"
"I am four years of age," Lisa stated
"Are you serious?" Jacob asked, "You're just a kid? How'd you even kidnap the five of us and drag us to your secret lab here?"
"I had my robots do the heavy lifting for me," Lisa explained.
"You have robots?!" the third man asked in a shocked tone, more surprised than anything else.
"Yes, I do, but I am afraid that this is getting off subject," the brainy Loud sibling remarked, "The reason why I have you five men here in my secret lab is because I have some experiments that I wish to carry out, and you five are going to be my test subjects for those experiments." Turning to face Wallace, Lisa said, "As you, Mr. Willow, are the only living member of the three men who attacked the school some of my older siblings and I go to, the experiments I have in mind for you are going be of a particularly…unpleasant…nature. When I am done carrying out my various experiments on you and your fellows here, I'll use one of my more recent inventions to wipe your memories of everything that went on here as well as your memories of the previous twenty-four hours, then I'll knock you all out with knock-out gas before I drop you all off in front of the local police station. Given Mr. Willow is a wanted criminal and the other four of you are all working with him, I have no doubt that the local police officers will be very much interested in having a word with all of you."
"You're going to wipe our memories?!" the third man exclaimed, clearly looking worried.
"Well I cannot afford to have my experimentations here be reported," Lisa remarked.
"All of this talk of experimenting on us," Jacob began in a disbelieving tone, "This secret lab, the robots you mentioned…and you're seriously only a four-year-old kid?! How is that possible?! Kids your age aren't supposed to be this smart! Not to mention this crazy!"
"Well I am one of the incredibly gifted individuals who's been diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome," Lisa stated, "It is not uncommon to hear of someone on that part of the autism spectrum who is-"
"Wait a minute, say what now?" the third man asked, looking mildly confused.
Giving the third man an unamused look, Lisa said in her usual dry monotone, "I have been diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome. That puts me on the autism spectrum."
"You have autism?" the third man asked.
With an indifferent shrug, Lisa replied, "More or less." What the third man said next was not something Lisa expected or appreciated, although her expression didn't change to show it.
"That means you're a retard, right?" the third man asked.
With her usual unamused expression, Lisa said in her usual dry monotone, "You know what, new plan! After I finish with my planned experiments but before I go about wiping all of your memories and knocking you all out so that I can turn you over to the police, I'm going to perform on all of you a series of auxiliary experiments on the effects of various forms of medieval torture."
"…Aww crap," Wallace said, clearly not liking where this was going.
Giving Lisa a blank, worried stare, the third man said, "Would it help if I said I was sorry?"
"No," Lisa replied flatly, shaking her head in the negative. The four-year-old genius proceeded to turn around and walk over to one of her machines that she had in the secret lab. Flipping a few switches on the machine on, Lisa said when she turned to face her test subjects, "Well then, gentlemen…shall we begin?"
END, TEN REASONS CHAPTER ELEVEN
Author's notes:
I knew ahead of time that some parts of this story would be venturing into some rather creepy, uncomfortable areas, due to how I've seen some of the sisters displayed in other examples of fan work. Worse yet, as I read some of those examples, not to mention looked at some of the fan art that I've seen, I could see the sisters in question actually being capable of potentially doing those things, albeit at their logical extreme. Anywho, the next chapter will be wrapping things up for Lisa's time in the spotlight, and with a more lighthearted tone than this chapter.
Also, relax; all five of the men are going to live. Lisa is going to be turning them over to the police, after all. And I have no doubt that Lisa, being the smart girl that she is, wil be able to cover any and all signs that the five men had helped her with her experiments.