Okay, reviews have been lower in recent chapters but whatever. Now I know some of you have some concerns of this story's contents last chapter. With the rape, murder, and highly unacceptable forms of sex and attempted sex. But keep in mind Sameer was in prison's solitary confinement, you wouldn't be in there if you had not done so very fucked up things. Or if the guards don't want to deal with you, as anything can possibly lead you to solitary confinement. Which in this writer's opinion needs to be abolished. And I said it would get dark, which means you should be prepared for the worst. I never did any dark story telling before, so don't blame me if it was a little over the top. I'm not a professional.

Okay so everyone get ready for this next chapter, because there's a reason this is on chapter 13. The unluckiest number ever! And Sameer's arc is gonna have some horror elements in it.

Have fun.

Lincoln wasn't an expert on Weddings, nor what happens after that, but he was pretty sure this was the first time the groom and bride had to rescue the family of the groom from a psychotic she-devil. "I would say this is the craziest thing I ever had to do in canon or in someone's fanfiction, but honestly this doesn't even make the top 10."

"Lincoln stop talking to the audience help me!" Ronnie Anne said while pulling a suitcase out of the truck they had purchased with some Ronnie Anne's business money, they had packed a lot of things for this mission. They were not taking any chances against Paige and how many troops she probably has.

"Okay honey." he said pulling out the rest in one swoop. It was getting late so they stopped at a hotel for the night, but what they didn't know was that they were being watched as a shadowy figure was watching from the nearby forest.

After checking into the room and getting everything unpacked, they decided to each take a shower to ease some of the stress. While Ronnie Anne was washing herself behind the curtain, Lincoln sat on the toilet in his orange robe doing a crossword puzzle contemplating everything that happened in the last two months. From nearly getting unhappily married to a clinging Paige, to kidnapped by his longest female friend and now wife Ronnie Anne. From getting an explosive out of a rock star's brain, to now going on a mission to save his sisters like in every action/thriller movie ever made. His mind racing through all the horrible things she could be doing to them as we speak, and how long had she had them in her clutches. He could hardly focus on the barely touched puzzle, he let out a sigh. "Why do I always get in these situations? Why do these episodes have to be so needlessly complicated? Am I trouble magnet?"

His 'legal'-wife stuck her head through the curtain, "You think you have problems? Have you even read the first chapter of this story?"

"My whole life is an endless series of hurdles, twists, and irrational plans that make a small things complicated. Even getting the TV remote was hard with 10 sisters around, I even jumped towns to discover who my real parents are."

"You're lucky, Lincoln." she removed her head and sighed, "When I was born, a pack of wolves tried to raise me as one of their own."

"Well in there defense, you were the roughest and meanest girl in school when I first saw met you."

"I wasn't that bad was I?" she asked while scrubbing her arms with her soapy loofah as the hot water drizzled over her flesh.

"Well, you do hold the record for causing the most gym injuries. In three different schools. You stuffed more food down my pants than an Vegas style all-you-can eat buffet, lit Clyde's pants on fire, and you nearly got kicked off the rugby team for breaking an opponent's cranium." he listed off. He could see the silhouette of her drooping her head in disgrace. "You were more controlled than Lynn, she caused more injuries than Brock Lesnar."

"I just feel like, no matter what I do... I just hurt people. Even the lame-o I love more than anyone... and his family." she said despairingly while sliding down the shower wall.

Lincoln looked over to where his wife was wallowing in self-pity and guilt, sure she had broken every rule in life just to have his hand in marriage without his consent. But he would rather be with her than stage 759 clinger and more demanding than a Kardashian in Paige, he heard she took his DNA to try and clone him. Who did she think she was, Lisa?

While Lincoln will admit their entire situation was crazy and needlessly difficult, that was what his entire life was growing up. He liked the adventure and chaos, so why not? So with a smile and head shake, he stripped himself down and joined her in the shower. She looked up to see his loving stare and standing mast. "It's okay Ronnie Anne, I'll be your guide." he kneeled down and held her face in his hands. She had tears in her eyes, and a quicken beat in her heart.

And with a wobbly smile she and Lincoln leaned into a steamy kiss, with the running water making it even hotter in here.

-Meanwhile-

"Grrrrr, why am I always on trash duty!" complained one of the hotel staff pushing a long cart of garbage to the back dumpster, he grunted as he tossed bag after bag into the bin.

Until he heard a twig snap, he looked around. Nothing. He shrugged, 'Probably just a chipmunk'. He continued with the trash, then some rustling came from the bushes. He glared at the bush as if it was his boss, "Ugh, Teens! Never any decency!"

Just then he heard a loud car alarm, he looked to see a red Nissan Maximus, with no driver. Or anyone around it at all, lights flashing making an annoying siren sound. "Okay, that is just creepy. Maybe I should just, take a looksy." he pulled out a flashlight, lighting the direction he slowly walked in. He examined the car. No scratches, no streaks, no keys in the car. He looked around to see if any one was around that could have set off that alarm, but didn't see anything. He heard some ruffling in the dumpster. Sweat was starting to pour from his forehead, he carefully made his way to his way to where he was putting trash. He looked in and...

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Raccoons. Nature's thieves had popped out of the garbage with a load of trash to keep them sustained for weeks, the man just shook his head. "I think all this trash is starting to get to me. I mean, there's nothing out of the ordinary around here." His sighed pushing his cart to the way he came.

Just then he felt a tap on his shoulder, he groaned as he turned around to his untimely demise. "What!"

SLASH

Off with his head, the stranger picked up the remains of the garbage man and threw them into the dumpster. He picked up his bloody machete and headed to the back door. Which he kicked opened with great force, this was gonna be fun for him.

'Wh-what's going on?' a weakened inner voice called out.

"hahahahahahahaha."

-with Lincoln and Ronnie Anne-

Our two heroes were right now in the middle of a heated session, after washing themselves off they took their show to the bed. Where Lincoln was thrusting his mast right up Ronnie Anne's ass, his wife on her hands and knees gripping the pillow below her.

"Oh Lincoln, that's the stuff!" she moaned out.

"Yeah, I really needed this!" he said as he kept his pace going, each thrust was harder and faster than the last. One hand caressing one of her breasts, while the other was rubbing her smooth tight buns.

SMACK

Ronnie Anne flinched from the sound of his hand colliding with her back side, but she wasn't complaining. "Lincoooooooln~" she sang teasingly. He sweated profusely from the tone, "Do it again!"

SMACK

"Again!"

And he continued the spanking while simultaneously ramming her right in the ass, her cheeks gaining giant red hand prints. Her ass taking all the abuse, but she was loving. Her moans getting louder, but not enough to alert the neighbors. Sweat pouring over their bodies, lost in their own world of love making.

Coming out of the elevator, with a decapitated head with long red hair came the monster. Their machete stained in blood and organs, the giant man dropped the head and marched on forward to his targets. While bulldozing any bystanders who awoke from the commotion, the walls looking like something out of Friday the 13th. He came to a stop at the door, 913, where he could hear the screams of what he figured were those who were in 'the act'. Two screams he recognized instantly.

Lincoln sighed as he collapsed onto Ronnie Anne, either one of her holes takes a huge toll on the white haired man. Both panting from their first time doing anal, two giant handprints were evident on her hindquarters. "Oh man, just what I need at a time like this." Lincoln panted.

"Yeah, we don't want to be too steamed going against Paige's plans. It takes a calm head going against her Joker-like mental state. When do you think her next one is gonna come?"

"Probably not for a while." Lincoln said as he pulled out, allowing both of them to sit on the bed. And this is why you should never say things like that.

CRASH

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

GRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Because it always bites you in the ass. Oh wait.

Lincoln and Ronnie Anne freaked when they saw a giant man in a sleeveless prison jumpsuit, covered in blood, and wielding a giant machete. But one thing that surprised them was that he wore a black lucha-libre mask, they would have found it ironic if they the killer hadn't attempted to strike them with his blade. They barely dodged the swing, then they hastily pulled the blanket over the attacker. They quickly ran in a blind panic out of the room, not wasting time in getting dressed. The killer had just got the blanket off of him, and then went after his prey. But not before catching an unsuspecting cleaning lady and tossing her down a laundry chute, her screams were heard the whole way down until, thud, she landed head first in the basement. With no basket to break her fall.

They made it to the lobby where they stopped to catch their breathe.

"WHO WAS THAT GUY?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"AND WHY DIDN'T WE GRAB ANYTHING TO WEAR?!"

"OH I THINK OUR PUBLIC NUDITY IS THE LEAST OF OUR CONCERNS!"

"WHY ARE WE STILL SCREAMING RONALDA?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!"

They panted from their very LOUD exchange, (no pun intended). They heard heavy foot stomps coming their way, so they quickly hid in a janitor's closet. The killer walked by, looking for his prey. Our two protagonists were shivering in the tiny space, trying not to make a sound. Lincoln had just remembered Rule #6 in horror movies: Silence is Gold.

They heard the steps move away, and the heavy grunting from the hunter. Lincoln looked up to see a few metal hangers, he quickly reached up and grab a few. He then started turning and twisting them into weapons.

"What are you doing?" Ronnie Anne fearfully whispered.

"Saw this in a movie once." Lincoln softly replied.

"You, learned from a horror movie! You spent six weeks in your room after The Harvester 2: The Harvesting." Ronnie Anne mocked.

"At least I never wet myself during, 'In the Basement'." he retorted.

"I thought I told you never to bring that up again!" she silently scolded, her cheeks red with embarrassment. Lincoln had just finishing adjusting the hanger when.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

He then quickly jammed the hanger in his left eye, stunning the him enough for Lincoln and Ronnie Anne to escape to the dinning room. Where they had found many dead guests. Some with silver wear jammed into their skulls, a guy was hanging by a table cloth, some of the bodies had their appendages ripped off, and there was blood everywhere.

"Holy f(*#$!" they both cursed.

They slowly made their way across the horrendous scene, slightly gagging as they stepped in blood and occasional organs.

"I'm having that one nightmare I had I was real life horror movie naked." Lincoln shivered as he held Ronnie Anne for comfort.

"I think I'll be having that nightmare as well." she squeaked.

"You think Paige has something to do with it?"

"Oh no, a crazy woman who has a vendetta against me for stealing her forced fiancé from her wedding and for being the only woman you have you dream about would never send a homicidal maniac with a mask and machete to rip my intestines out and use them to drag you back to her." she replied sarcastically.

"That was horrifically specific."

They then heard the growls coming, then ran out the back entrance and high tailed it as far as their bare blood covered legs can carry them. The killer had just entered, taking a moment to sink in his work. He quickly made his way to the open door across, he looked down to see a woman barely alive. He stared into her eyes, before stomping hard onto her skull. Crushing it like a grape. He then saw a guy coming at him with a knife, but then he caught him in mid air before dropping him over his knee hard. Not only breaking the poor victim's back, but also cracking his torso so much his guts popped out and he died. The masked killer then tossed his latest victim aside. He continued on, he was right about to exit until he heard faint crying. He turned his head 90 degrees to see a kid crying in the corner, his clothes and body covered in blood. He moved till he was towering over the helpless boy, the kid fearfully looked up to the monster. The stare down was torturous, but the young traumatized mind can make out an, 'I'll spare you, but stay the fuck out of my way' look. The boy was from Hoboken, and he was on vacation. The killer then dropped the machete by the kid as a reminder, then walked away to find his targets.

He thought it be more fun to finish them with his bear hands. He looked around to find any trace of his objectives, but then he looked down to find something. Two trails of footprints, in blood, in the same direction as midtown. He let out a small distorted chuckle as he was now on the prowl. He went over to what appeared to be a souped-up ice cream truck he stole from an ice cream man.

'The boss wants that white haired fellow, alive. But all I care about. Is getting you Ronalda. I coming for you, she needs to be gutted. Then I will shove her in my ice box. And we can be together, forever!'

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