Now it's been six months later since Lars's brith, means the twins have been gone for a year and three months now. Lincoln and Lori were raising Lars with a little help form Leni while Luan was always watching them by her cameras or stood in the door frame with a jealous expression.

Sadly, Lily passed away by sickness on her second birthday last week, hitting everyone hard even Luan and her lately frozen heart. The children didn't even heard a single word form the parents, which actually haven't come home, yet. Not even once, since his brith but also didn't report them missing

It was Friday morning, so Lincoln went to school while Lori and Leni watched over Lars, Luan from time to time as well and every time she holds him, she couldn't do nothing else than smiling, even her ice cold gotten heart warmed up by Lio's innocent smile, just like Lily used to look at her, causing her since the last week by the memory of her to share a tear, which fell down on his face. Luan promesed him and herself to never let anything happen to him.

*Kidnappers basement*

Lana was sleeping in the "torture room", that's how Jim the kidnapper calls it on the cold metal table since yesterday. He 'kinda' forgot her there. Her legs were burned by fire and her back slightly by electricity. Her face had bruises, cuts and shiners, while her body was covered in acid burns, regular burnes, bruises, scars from cuts and stab wounds and her left arm got amputated, because of the damage, her right arm was unable too move but less damaged then the left one was.

A few more teeth plus the pinky and ring-finger on her right hand were missing, as well. Her hair was hip long now and had turned white/grey with the time they grew but still with her origaly but now less visible blond hairline, which looked actually the same.

She heard the metal door open, followed by steps. "Morning. Time to go home." Jim said with a smile when he came over to her and lifts her up. "...wh...a…?" Lola asked hoarsely from all the screaming. She tried to ask again but her voice was now complettely gone. Jim laid Lola on her back on the floor and left the basement for a bit.

The blindfold was a loose and her eyes under it have turned milkey grey. The only thing she could see was the dark outline of her surroundings for the last few months, in which the blind fold got loose little for little. Someone was sitting next to her in this moment. It was Lana, who sat there and looked at her with his head tield. When she realised it, that it Lana was she gave him a hurt but happy smile almost a chuckle, while crying a little in joy.

He still looked like before with his short hair, exept that he might have grown a little. Lola had to addmit Jim or however was a man of his words. Because Lana was fine and healthy like he promised. She wanted to reach out for him but her whole body was to weak to even move by its own, that's why Jim had to patch her up since then. Jim came downstairs holding an axe in his right hand.

When he stopped next to Lola, he rolled Lola on her front with his foot. "Now, don't move." He said while stepping with one foot on her back with slight pressure to hold her still, which wasn't necessary in her condition but he did so anyway. Lola gave a panikly groan as Jim swang the ax and chopped off her head causing her body to jerk around for a little, before stopping.

Jim picked up her head and whiped some of her wisps out of her face. "Let's make you pretty for the others, shall we." He said and put her head under his arm before turning over to Lana and the dogs behind him. "You can have the rest." And with that he went back in the other room, slamming it shut as Lana and the two dogs were jumping at the body, tearing it complettly apart and were feeding on her flesh.

*Two days later*

Sunday morning in the Loud house. Lincoln, Lars, Lori, Leni and Luan were eating breakfast as they heared the doorbell. Lincoln got up and opened it, nobody there just a half foot big packet, bounded in a white flounced band. Lincoln looked at the little card hanging on the band. "FOR THE LOUD'S," was written on it. So he opened the packet slowly and inside was a gun with muffler and a second little card on it. "What the..."

It wrote: "Come to my house with the gun and kill me, the adress are you finding on the top, because I'm the one who took your two younger siblings. The name is Jim by the way. And if the gun wouldn't convince you, the present under it should do the trick.

PS: Your brother is still by me at home, don't worry he's fine. Oh, I almost forgot: make sure no younger sibling is around when you take the second present out."

Lincoln looked at the others three in the diningroom and took slowly the plate out where the gun was laying on top. "OH GOD", he cried out, immediately droping the packet and threw up. "What's wro-Oh!" Luan said as she and the others came over and saw Lola's head laying peacefully in the packet, which was filled with the flounce bands.

She slowly picked it up and looked at her with an weird amused smile. She had a white flounce band as blindfold, a second one around her neck as collar and her long hair was laid behind her ear and with a third white flounce band bounded together on the end of her hair, . Her skin was pale white and clear, maybe make-up, and her lips were glued or sewed together with slight red lipstick on along with a slightly red blush make-up on nose and cheeks, looking like a beautiful albino porcelain doll head.

"Beautiful." Luna said quiet to herself. "PUT HER DOWN, THIS INSTANT!" Lincoln yelled at her while wiping his mouth, as he saw Luan holding her head, scaring Lio whereupon he started crying. "Shhh, it's okay." Lori said calming him down while turning away from the sight as Luan put Lola's head gently back in the packet. She was as shocked as Lincoln about what she saw but tried to ignore it as best as she could.

When Lincoln got his toughts back together, he snatched the gun which still got the little card on it from the floor and left the house, heading to Jims adress, only a few streets away from here. As he arrived Lincoln ringed the bell whereupon he heard a mans voice yelling "ITS OPEN" so he kicked down the door, which was only leaned on like he expected him already, and went inside. Lincoln saw the TV runing in the living room, so he came over.

He rushed in the living room but got immediately attacked by Lana, who jumped at him, causing Lincoln to raised up both arms to defense himself whereupon a shot loosened and both to fell on the floor. Lincoln dropped the still holding gun, pushed him away, which turned Lana on his back and saw what he done.

Lana was gaging in pain while starring at the ceiling with a small but strond bleeding hole in his neck. Lincoln tried to stop it by putting both his hands on it but it ran just through his fingers, causing Lana to bleed out. He picked him up, holding him tight while crying in his neck causing his shirt to get stained with his blood as well.

"Oh man, now I need to clean up again", Jim said cold, still sitting on the couch but had turned off the TV as soon Lincoln came in.

"You fucking piece of shit." Lincoln sobbed angry while letting Lana slowly go and picked the gun back up, rushed over to him and pressed the other end against Jims forehead with a slightly shaking grib and clenched teeth, casued by the impact of the first shot. Jim just looked at him, totally not scared of a eleven year old holding a gun on his head.

"Do you know that the girl with the brown neck long hair, had killed your sisters?" Jim said calm, causing Lincoln to starre at him confussed, before realising who he meant. "Who? Luan? No she didn't. You're lying!" "Sorry boy but she did. I saw it when I was watching you and your sisters - just in my own interest."

Lincoln shock his head while letting the gun sink. "Y-You're wrong, she would never…" The man pointed on a folder filed with pictures and his own hand written notes of one single Loud child, which laid on the table's edge. "Look for yourself." Lincoln put the gun in his pans while turning around and took the folder.

"Comedian" was written on it with a picture of Luan standing before the house, pinned on the right top edge. He opened the folder, which was full of pictures of her alone or together with the others. One of them shows Luan standing in the bathroom topless revealing the names cut in her skin. Another one showed her, how she was stabbing on Luna and cleaning the mess. Lincoln looked at the man with widen eyes when he saw the next picture, showing Luan pulling on a rope, where on the other end was Lucy hanging in the air, struggling.

With an blank expression he took the folder and shoved it under his shirt before taking a blanket, wrapping Lana inside it completely, lifted him up on his arms and left the building heading back to his home, without even saying a single word to Jim, who just watched him go before turning the TV back on.

When Lincoln entered the house were the others already waiting for him. Lori and Leni were sitting in the dining room while Luan was watching TV, noticing him. "He's back." "Did you…kill him, the man I mean?" Lori asked as she came over, noticing the blood in his shirt but didn't say about it.

Lincoln shocked the head and asked Lori to burry Lana in the backyard, while giving her the blanket, looking after her as she walked off. "So he's still alive?" Leni asked but Lincoln didn't answer. He was to buisy to give a serious glance to Luan before he went upstairs, still looking at her on his way up.

*Later that day*

"Can I ask you something?" Lincoln asked when he came in Loris room, where Lio was sleeping. "Let's go outside." She said and both went in the hallway. "What is it?" "When do you thought about to moving out." He asked with a slightly serious expression. "Don't know maybe in a- Wait, why do you ask me that, do you want me to leave or something and how did you know I was planning anything."

"I'm just worried about the whole situation we're in. And it's making me worried about Lio and you, because more and more of us were dying, and I…I...can't take it anymore. I thing I'll lose my mind when I stay here, any longer." Lincoln sobbed slightly. "Hey, c'mon don't cry." Lori said soft while hugging him and continued. "I'm scared, too. In the same time I love this old house, ... but if you say, we should move, I'll trust you." Lori said when she let go of him.

"Like I was going to say earlier, I was about to move out next week anyway, so I had packed them since yesterday. So just say when and I'll come with you, ok." She said with a smile before kissing his forehead and went back inside. Lincoln stood there for another second planning his next move before he went his own room, where he look over to his desk.

Lola's head box was laying there with open lid. For his first he took her head out of the box and looked at it for a while, kneeling down on the ground, being overwhelmed by everything. "...You know, we have a new baby brother", he said trying his best not to start crying.

"His name is Lars and you and Lana would like him...and he probably you, too. He's one of the cutest thing I saw, exept from you and the others of course." Lincoln laughed fakely to overplay his sadness, which didn't worked. He started crying

"...I'm so sorry, Lola." He sobbed while tears streaming over his face. "...I fucked up...big time...and now look at you, your only a head. I broke the promise towards Lana, too. Oh god" He hold her head tightly, crying loudly. "I'll kill him don't worry. I will kill him...I...should have killed him..." he let his arms fell down on his legs, still holding her head in both hands.

"I should have...but I didn't...", tears falling on her face, washing partly the red blush make-up off. "I failed...as a brother as son as...father, everything... I should be the one getting killed not you or Lana or Lucy...none off you." He sobbed holding the head against his forehead, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Fuck..." He lowered the head again, whiping his tears away. "Me and Lori are going to leave this place...today. So please, wish us luck with the others, ok. I'm counting on you...all of you." He kissed Lola's head on the forehead as goodbye before laying the head back in the box and put the lit back on, bounding it tightly together with a belt of his and placed it on his chair. Leaving it to find by someone, or something.

He looked at the open picture folder on his desk. Anger rose in him like a fire in the wind, whereupon he snatched the folder from the desk and marshed into Luans room, slaming the folder on her desk as he walked over.

"You killed them!" He yelled at her whereupon Luan finched before turning around having a sick smile on her face. "Of course I did." Lincoln's anger deflagrated in shock as he heard it with such a naturalness that he could throw up, letting terror crepping in his chest. "B-But why?" He asked with a now shaking voice. "I did it for you Lincy, because I LOVE YOU so much, more than the others."

She took off her white shirt, revealing the names on her upper body whereupon Lincoln flinched, starring at her in horror. Not only because of the fact she cut herself, her rip cage, hip bones and collarbone were shown. She got slender in the last few months.

"I was so jealous at the others, especially at that gothic bitch Lucy. She was always near you, so I thought...when she were gone you would noticed me and spend some time with me but NOOO, I haven't thought about it completely. There will be always a surrogate. SEVEN. FUCKING. TIMES." She stumped on the ground by the last words.

"But now...there a only Lori and Leni left, who stands between me and you." She explained calm with giggle on the end. "And don't worry, they will be gone soon, too." Lincoln let his head sank in sadness and confussion, beliving none of the shit what she just told him. Tears were chrowling down his cheeks along with his sobbes while he clenched his fists.

"Please don't cry, Lincy. th-" Suddenly he lunched at her, tackeling her to the ground while grabbed her throat and squeezed it as strong as he can, laying his whole body wight into it while growning at her in anger whereupon Luan grabbed his wrists and tries to pull his hands away.

"Lin…coln you…gon...na…" She gaggled with widen eyes filled with tears. In the first time Lincoln saw something else then joy and happiness in her eyes: It was fear and terror. She tries everything to make him let go. She pushed his head away, scratched his arms and face, kicking him in the stomach but Lincoln didn't let go, he just squeezed even stronger than before. Luan's grip got loose with every second , causing her arms to drop on the ground and her eyes became blank, frezing in a shocked starre.

Lincoln let go of her neck and slumbed on his knees while sitting on her legs, looking up to the ceiling while catching his breath. Tears streaming down and on Luan's lifeless body. He looked at her, violet pressure prints around her neck caused by his hands were to see. Lincoln starred down at his now shacking hands in terror. "W-What have I done?" He sobbed in his hands.

Suddenly he rushed out of her room and in the bathroom to throw up. After twenty minutes of crying while still leaning over the toilet, he calmed down he went back in his room, where he packed his bags and stopped in the door frame, taking a good look at his room and the box on his chair.

"Goodbye Lola." He said before going over to Lori to wake her up. When he opened the door Lori was already awake and said goodbye to Leni in the moment. "Lori, you're ready to go?" He asked with a played happy expression whereupon Lori nodded, lifted up Lars and followed Lincoln downstairs and left the house.

It was night time. 'I can't believe Leni doesn't wanted to come with us', Lincoln thought while putting his and Loris bag in the trunk. In the meantime Lori stepped in the car and put Lio in the kid seat in the second row.

"Ok I think it's everything." He said and closed the trunk and went to the passenger side, as suddenly *EXPLOSION* a shock wave caught him and threw him back behind the car along with the side door slamming shut, at the same time the windows and wooden front door burst by fireballs coming out, causing every floor to catch fire in seconds.

Lori rushed out the car and over to Lincoln to help him up. "You're ok?" He nodded while holding his head and both looked at their now completelly burning home. The neighbors came over, watching in terror, so Lori and Lincoln get in the car and drove off. Fire dept pump cars, along with the police drove pass them with their blue lights switched on.

After twenty minutes they stopped by a motel and stayed there over the night. Lori was holding Lars while sitting on the only big bed, her back leaning against the wall. Lincoln was sitting in the armchair left to the bed. "I can't believe Leni and Luan are dead. I wish we could take them with us. Why didn't they come with us." Lori said sadly, letting slightly her head hanging down looking at Lars who seems to fell asleep.

"I don't know. Hey, have you seen the face of the man by the reception when we rent the room?" Lincoln asked to change to subject. "Yeah, he looked as us like we were ghosts or something." She smiled weakly.

"Did you hear what he said as we checked in. 'I don't want to know, under which circumstances a boy with an head injury, a crying teen and a baby - who gives a damm about what is happening around him - had to rent a motel to overnight and I thing I don't wanna know. Good night'." He said with an old mans voice and an confussed expression, imitating the man from the reception, to cheer her up a little which seemed to work, because Lori gave a chuckle.

"We should catch some sleep." Lori said with a smile while placing the sleeping Lars next to her and lay down. Lincoln got up and lay down in the big bed as well next to Lars, so he was sleeping between them, facing both. "Say, did you called the landlord of the apartment you found, yet." Lori nodded already having her eyes closed. "She said we can move in tomorrow." With a yawn she fell asleep. "Goodnight you two." He said quietly and closed his eyes as well.

"Pretty weird circumstances." The receptionist said outside the window when he peeked in the room to check on them, passing by with his hands behind his back. He did so every night by every customer he had since years. Not creepy at all actually, if you thing about it. He's just checking on your wellbeing.