CHAPTER 29: PUBIC ENEMY #1, PART 1

The night sky of Royal Woods grows darker by the minute; the hour growing near 11:00 PM. The curfew for Lincoln Loud to be asleep in bed is long past due, but able to be negotiated and pleaded with it being the summer. Returning back home from his fight from the 3 supervillains he had faced defeat from, now having defeated all at once and regained his honor as a hero, Lincoln runs through a handful of excuses in his mind, contemplating the best one to write off his absence.

Atop the many excuses he was considering was another train of thoughts circling his mind: The summary of his night. With many ups and downs and unexpected turns, there was much to work through to discern how his day went. Looking for an open ear to share his experience, Lincoln turns to you, the reader/viewer.

Of course, since you've been with us all this time, all he's really doing is wasting your time by repeating the same shit all over again, but I've got to fill this chapter somehow.

"Okay, let's rate my day, shall we? I beat two new supervillains; plus. I get trashed on by everybody for it; minus. Ronnie Anne comes home; plus. I have to deal with a double-date between her and Stella; minus. I finally decide I want Ronnie Anne; plus. That means I have to break up with Stella, and she's not taking it; minus. I have to leave both of them to fight some supervillains and I achieve nothing out of the dates; minus. The supervillains I fight are the 3 guys that made me hated by people, and I beat them all by myself; plus. So far, it looks like I just about broke even. Maybe, just maybe, I can end this day on a more positive note by working things out with Ronnie Anne once and for all. I can deal with Stella tomorrow or something. From the looks of her attitude, maybe she'll be real mature about the whole thing and accept it." Lincoln said.

Approaching the front door of the Loud House, Lincoln laid his hand on the doorknob, turning it to open the door and gain access back inside.

"But, I just beat the bad guys responsible for my drop in popularity. I doubt anything could ruin my day after that." Lincoln said.

Opening the door to the house, Lincoln began to walk inside, hoping to find a group of his family members bidding him a warm greeting, perhaps with the combination of his parents questioning his belated return. Of course, atop of all these concerns was the matter of explaining his unexplained leave during his date with Ronnie Anne; perhaps one of the most important matters on his mind above all.

Upon entering the house, Lincoln received a quick response from Ronnie Anne regarding his absence. Within seconds of stepping inside the house, Lincoln felt a steel-toe boot make its way directly into his crotch; driving his testicles so far up his body that he nearly felt them reach out of his mouth. Just as any owner of testes would react, Lincoln let out a high-pitched squeal of pain, shedding a few tears as his mind began processing the large amount of agony that it had just received.

Falling down to the ground, following the loud 'crunch' of his bruised balls, Lincoln continued to face a series of kicks and beatings from the infuriated Ronnie Anne; the angered girl not finished with her punishment of the unfaithful boy. Before she could continue her beatings, the Loud parents grabbed the girl and pulled her away, sparing Lincoln of any further beatings.

Of course, while the two still loved their son, hearing of his misdeeds made them contemplate letting her continue.

"Ow... Why? What did I do to deserve that?" Lincoln asked.

"OH, I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE THE FACT THAT YOU WENT OFF AND DATED SOMEONE ELSE BEHIND MY BACK?!" Ronnie Anne screamed.

"What the... Who told you about that?!"

To the side of the Loud parents stood the Loud sisters; all looking on their brother with extreme disapproval. Lola, having shared the news of Lincoln's infidelity, stepped forward to reveal herself as the dealer of bad news.

"I did. You know that bad headache I had all month? I just remembered that it was about the bank, when I tried to tell Ronnie Anne that you were dating Stella behind her back." Lola said.

"Yeah, brah. You gotta have faith, but you haven't had it with Ronnie Anne." Luna said.

"There are some times when I feel unfaithful to Edwin, but you... You make me look like a saint." Lucy said.

Lily, unable to form full sentences to express her discontent, blew a raspberry.

"Lincoln, I'm highly disappointed in you for this. I thought you would know better than to play with girl's hearts like that. Care to explain yourself to her?" Rita asked.

"Look, I'm really sorry, it was a dumb thing of me to do, okay? I didn't realize it until recently." Lincoln said.

"Damn right it was 'dumb', Lincoln! If you wanted to date other people, why didn't you just ask?! I might've said 'okay' if you just asked, but this... This is not okay!" Ronnie Anne said.

"I couldn't, Ronnie Anne, I didn't have the heart to ask you that. I still really care about you, and I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

"Oh, as opposed to having your sister just drop on me that you just went and decided to date someone else behind my back?! You've been dating that bitch for over a month now, and you never thought to bring it up to me once?! Is that why you've been avoiding me all this time?!"

"Yes, I was avoiding you, but I was really scared of what it could mean. Like I said, I didn't want to hurt your feelings, and-"

"Well, they're plenty hurt now, prick! And you had the nerve to ask me at dinner if I'd been cheating while I was in Great Lakes City. What the hell was that about, were you just trying to find some way to put the blame on me instead?!"

"No, no! The fact was, I just trying to think of how to break it to you."

"Oh! Well, guess what, it's broken out plenty now. And did you know Lisa also told me that you were dating Stella at the exact same time as you were dating me?! What, was screwing up one girl's night not enough for you?!"

"I was trying to break up with Stella on that date!"

"Oh, yeah?! Well, you-"

After her mind had processed Lincoln's last sentence in full, Ronnie Anne stopped in the middle of her own. With her anger suddenly turned to confusion and curiosity, Ronnie Anne put a halt to her angry rant to question into this statement further.

"Wait, what did you just say?" Ronnie Anne asked.

Outside the Loud House, while the fight between the two lovebirds continued, the neighbor, an old man known as Bud Grouse, burns some midnight oil for recreation. Having a houseful of noisy children as his next-door neighbors, he rarely gets good sleep, so he finds a few activities to pass the time.

Taking a hoe in hand and carving the soil beneath him, Bud Grouse tends to his garden; growing a patch of romaine lettuce, kidney beans, and corn, with other crops to be grown soon. Having caught a rather bad case of crablouse infestation, Bud Grouse gave his crotch a hearty scratch, trying to alleviate the pain of the crablice biting his pubis and scrotum.

"Agh, damn crabs. I knew I shouldn't have gotten the happy ending at the massage parlor. But, I miss the days when I was younger and gotten good tail every night." Mr. Grouse said.

Hearing some of the yelling within the Loud House next door, Bud Grouse gave a sour face; wishing for his sense of hearing to be taken away to grant him peace. Growing to be an old man, he just may have his wish sooner than he thinks.

"Ngh, damn Louds. Haven't you ever heard of birth control? Ever since the older one left, my life's been living hell. First, the smart one blows up my house, then, the endless noise, now, the crabs. Well, at least I can't blame them for the last one. Oh, well, speaking of crabs..." Mr. Grouse said.

Having finished his work in the garden, Bud Grouse put on a fishing hat and grabbed his fishing supplies; going for a peaceful session of night fishing to rid his mind of his troubles at home.

"...maybe I can catch something good this time around. Flip said he caught footlong bass, but, knowing Flip, he probably lied. On the other hand, if I catch something good, I'll-" Mr. Grouse began to say.

Before Bud Grouse could step off his lawn, the first object in his line of sight immediately made him begin to rethink his choices of activity for the night. Walking down the sidewalk was the masked bounty killer known as Pubic Enemy, holding an assault rifle in one hand and a duffel bag in the other. Immediately recognizing the armed man as a threat, Bud Grouse dropped his items, rushing back into the safety of his house.

Safe inside his own home again, Bud Grouse peeked in through the window, fearfully watching the masked gunman make his way down the sidewalk. Upon reaching the home address of 1216 Franklin Avenue, better known as the Loud House, Pubic Enemy's march came to a stop. Dropping down his duffel bag and cocking his rifle, the masked bounty killer prepared his attack on the home.

Having an intense hatred of the Louds, Bud Grouse began to change his attitude from fear to anticipation, believing that his problem would be gone for good.

"Well... Maybe this'll be a good night after all. I'll miss the lasagna, but I'll love the peace and quiet." Mr. Grouse said.

Back within the Loud House, the incoming attack continued to go left unnoticed by the family, but another event of utmost importance was unfolding in front of the family. With Lincoln's last sentence temporarily bringing calm to the angered Ronnie Anne, the girl began to question the last words that left his mouth.

"Wait, what did you just say?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"I said, I set up the date with Stella to break up with her. The stuff you were saying to me, about how I should just go with the flow in life and do what seems to be right... I was really uncertain about how I really felt, but you really made it all clear for me. I don't want Stella, I want you." Lincoln said.

Not fully convinced of Lincoln's explanation, Ronnie Anne turned to the side, displaying a lack of receiving of his emotions.

"Yeah, right, Lincoln. You don't know what you want. You made it pretty clear that you don't have a clue how to handle relationships and people's feelings. Apparently, somebody with 10 different sisters can't understand women." Ronnie Anne said.

"Look, I don't get this, I admit that. But, like you said, we're both growing up. I don't know it yet, but I can learn, and I want to learn." Lincoln said.

"Why? So you can just decide that you want somebody else? You were saying how you want to go your own way, so what's to stop you from just doing whatever you want and leaving me for someone else again?"

"I only went after Stella because I wanted someone I can actually hang around. We might have been together over the internet, but it's not the same thing as a real relationship. I thought you would know that, too."

"Of course I did, but that didn't matter because I still loved you."

"'Loved', as in, not anymore?"

Ronnie Anne had some undoubtable anger within her heart over Lincoln's recent actions, but love is far too strong a force to be reckoned with against anger. Even within the most resentful relationships that people have with one another, there is still some element, some sliver of love that fuels passion to those feelings; positive or negative.

Outside the Loud House...

While a stage based purely on emotion unfolded within the house, a stage based on business and practice unfolded outside of the house. Called and hired to do the job of eliminating Ace Savvy, the man known only as Pubic Enemy opens his duffel bag, taking out various items for his fight.

On both sides of the road, Pubic Enemy laid out spiked tracks along the ground, ensuring that any attempts to come and stop him by law enforcement would be stopped shortly. Accompanying these spikes were a set of landmines along the spikes themselves and the entrances from the sidewalks, ensuring no units could make their way within.

With his defenses set up, Pubic Enemy took an extra magazine and taped it to the one in his rifle, securing them jungle-style. Letting his rifle hang on its sling, the bounty killer also cocked back his handguns and readied grenades on his vest, ensuring all his weapons were ready.

Having completed the last of his preparations, Pubic Enemy reached into his duffel bag to pull out the most important piece of his attack: His lucky codpiece. Not able to grow any pubic hair of his own due to his own hormonal disorder, Pubic Enemy began collecting a single strand of pubic hair from his kills; sewing them into this codpiece to wear as his own.

Securing the codpiece around his waist, Pubic Enemy also stashed a pair of tweezers within the belt, keeping it ready for plucking out a hair from his soon-to-be kill of Lincoln Loud. The money of his bounties may be the primary focus of his career, but the promise of a new hair always kept him focused and determined to stay on the job.

Taking one final item out of the bag, a belt-fed M60 machine gun, the scrotal supervillain cocked back his weapon in preparation. Now having readied himself for the fight to come, Pubic Enemy aimed his weapon to the house, ready to start his assault.

Back inside the Loud House...

"I... I don't know. You really did me dirty by going off with another girl like that." Ronnie Anne said.

"Please, Ronnie Anne. I took what you said to heart, I really did. I do want to be with you. I don't care if our whole relationship was made just to make other people happy. If I'm happy with you, then that's all I need. Above anything else, we're really great friends, almost best friends. Don't you think that's a good enough reason to try again?" Lincoln asked.

"Look, Lincoln, I-"

Before Ronnie Anne could finish her sentence, gunfire began sounding from outside, immediately putting a halt to the heavy interchange of emotion unfolding between the two. Reacting purely on the instinct of fear, everyone in the living room hit the floor; all trying to avoid the gunfire. Staying true to his heroic nature, Lincoln dived straight at Ronnie Anne, pinning her to the floor in protection.

The Loud family and the 2 Santiagos all tightly hugged the floor; all keeping out of the line of gunfire being thrown their way. Above their heads, the group all watched the mayhem continue to unfold, but all too scared to even process the events unfolding. With each bullet that entered the house, each took a piece of the house with it; flying through the walls, shattering the windows, tearing up the furniture, and damaging countless items within.

After around near 30 seconds, a time frame that seemed much longer from all the carnage unfolding, the gunfire finally came to a stop. The scared victims within made no attempt to leave their spots; their common sense telling them that the worst was not over. Outside, Pubic Enemy dropped his empty machine gun, pulling out a megaphone in its place.

"Lincoln Loud!" Pubic Enemy called.

Having the experience of being shot at followed up with a high-pitched, childlike voice call out to those within was a jarring experience to say in the least, and it led the family to ponder how to even react to the voice. On one hand, the sound of a child calling for his target was hilarious enough to laugh off, but the 200 bullets that made their way through their house shot all humor from the scenario.

Most importantly, however, was the name that this child-voiced gunman had called. The sisters Lily through Luna all knew why this gunman was calling for him, but Leni, Lori, Bobby, Ronnie Anne, and Lynn Sr. and Rita were all left completely clueless as to who could be angry at Lincoln enough to shoot up their house.

"Lincoln, who the hell were you dating?!" Ronnie Anne asked.

"It's not like that! Stella's not mixed up in this! ...At least, I don't think so." Lincoln said.

"Mixed up in what?"

"Oh, uh... Nothing, nothing."

"'Nothing'?! Lincoln, we are being shot at! What the hell is going on?!"

"I don't know, I don't even know who's shooting at us!"

Crawling along the floor, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne made their way up to the shattered window, peeking out carefully to catch a glimpse of the gunman attacking the Loud House. The sight of a masked, tactically-dressed gunman was naturally terrifying to them, but the sight of a hairy codpiece made the fear coupled with a sense of confusion and disgust that neither were expecting to encounter.

"Who the hell is that?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"I don't know, must be some kind of weird off-brand supervillain." Lincoln said.

"Lincoln Loud! I've come for your short hairs! Come out and I'll make your death quick and easy!" Pubic Enemy shouted.

With this new and strange supervillain making an odd demand coupled with the promise of killing Lincoln Loud, the fear and confusion continued to rise within the Loud House, leaving the bunch still unsure what to do. As soon as some measure of common sense returned to their minds, they began resorting to the most appropriate measure for threats like this one.

"I'm literally calling the police right now!" Lori said.

Making good on her promise, Lori began dialing 911, sharing the details of what was unfolding at the Loud House. Meanwhile, trying to comprehend the situation at hand, Ronnie Anne inquired further into why this gunman wanted his life.

"I don't get it, why is this guy after you? What did you do?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"Nothing! But, what does he mean 'short hairs'? I mean, my hair's not that short, is it?" Lincoln asked.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure he means your pubes."

"My what?"

"You know, your pubic hair? Those little strands of curly hair around your swimsuit area? Christ, dude, you are so sheltered."

"Well, I had a very... intensive talk with my dad about a month ago. I'm trying to repress that memory as much as possible. But, why does he want... those?"

"Why does this guy want to kill you?"

"It, uh, it could be because..."

Looking to his sisters for some guidance, the majority all gave off disapproving gestures within an instant. Knowing that he could not expose his secret identity, Lincoln stayed quiet; unable to complete his answer.

"Uh... I really don't know." Lincoln said.

"Really? Because you sure sounded like you had an answer a second ago." Ronnie Anne said.

"N-No, really, I don't know what he wants with me."

"Lincoln, it can't be that bad, can it? Just tell me!"

"No, I can't say! I really can't!"

"Lincoln, we could die, the least you could do is-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Ronnie Anne's protests grew silent under the sound of approaching sirens; showing that the police were on their way. With an armed maniac attacking a predominantly white neighborhood of decent financial status, their response to a call was, of course, expedient and well-prepared. For Lincoln, it gave an excuse to stay silent regarding the real reason why this foe came for his life, if only a temporary one.

"Oh, good, the cops are coming. We should be good now." Lincoln said.

[Soundtrack Cue: Megadeth - Last Rites/Loved to Deth]

Outside the Loud House, the bounty killer known as Pubic Enemy continued to patiently await his enemy to show, wishing for a decent fight to be had with the spade-spannered hero before making his bounty. In the midst of his waiting, a strong sense of impatience began to brew within him, not having made any kills upon entering this town yet.

However, with the sound of police sirens beginning to head his way, growing louder and louder as the cars made their approach, Pubic Enemy found a way to let his hunger for blood find some satisfaction. While awaiting the main course to serve itself, he would occupy himself with a nice appetizer.

Taking an M79 grenade launcher out of his duffel bag, Pubic Enemy loaded it with a round, closing the barrel and holding it firmly in his hand. Now, with his plan of attack being laid out in his head, the bounty killer watched his victims make their approach; the hunter making its marks on its prey.

Approaching in from the road were 6 police cars, each seeming to have 2 cops within; one on the driver's seat, one on the passenger's seat. Waiting for the first car to make its approach, Pubic Enemy also prepared a handgun in his right hand, keeping the grenade launcher ready in the left.

Allowing the cars to continue their approach, Pubic Enemy stood in anticipation, ready for the targets to come forth. The first car, not able to see the traps laid out previously by the gunman, fell victim to the trap; blowing out the tires and drifting to a stop with its bare rims exposed.

Beginning his attack, Pubic Enemy opened fire upon the two policemen in the front of the car, landing 2 rounds in their hearts and heads each. With both of these cops eliminated, Pubic Enemy hopped atop the downed police car and prepared his grenade launcher, readying it for his next move.

Aiming his grenade launcher to the far end of the line of cop cars, Pubic Enemy fired the grenade to the last car in line, sending it jumping into the air and setting it aflame. Unable to escape the trajectory of the grenade or even predict the threat itself, the two policemen within the car suffered the full blast of the grenade; both having parts of their bodies blasted off and the rest burned to a crisp.

Now, with the front and last cars downed and unable to move, the 4 cars stuck within were trapped without any sort of escape. With all moving perfectly in accordance with his plan, Pubic Enemy dropped his empty weapons and readied his rifle, opening fire on the remaining policemen.

Acting quickly to avoid the assault and save themselves, the cops all abandoned their vehicles, all proceeding to move behind the cars as cover. While most of the policemen were able to move safely to cover, the ones in the second car were not able to do so; being too close to Pubic Enemy and directly within his line of sight. Before either could get close to the rear, both were riddled full of bullets.

Jumping down off the downed first car, Pubic Enemy let his rifle hang by the sling, approaching one of the open doors of the second car. Laying both hands on its sides, the bounty killer pulled it off with sheer brute force, giving himself a compromised shield for his attack. Readying his rifle once again, using his sling to help steady his hold and aim, Pubic Enemy made his approach to the next cops in his line of fire.

The next two cops in his line of fire, the two who had occupied the third car, began firing at the heavily-armed bounty killer, effectively using their car as cover. As effective as their cover was, however, it was not effective enough to deter the continued attack of Pubic Enemyl still making his approach.

Raising his new shield of the car door, Pubic Enemy deflected the gunshots of the cops, safe and sound from their attacks. With his own counterattack ready in hand, Pubic Enemy began firing back at the cops; his accuracy not deteriorated from his heavily-weighted shield not slowed down in speed. Dealing out two short bursts of fire, the scrotal supervillain shot both cops dead within seconds.

The cops behind the fourth car, determined not to share the same fate as their other colleagues, readied the shotguns out of their trunk, giving themselves more effective weapons against this threat. Deflecting back the buckshot rounds of the cops, trying to hold both back with some cover fire, Pubic Enemy's rifle ran empty, signalling a need to reload. With one hand occupied with his shield, this would prove to be a challenge not helpful in this situation.

Firing off all the rounds in their shotguns, the policemen also needed to reload their weapons, ducking back down to load more shells. Having an opportunity to attack, Pubic Enemy dropped his rifle to let it hang in his sling, putting more focus into his shield for his next attack.

Running up to the policemen hiding behind their car, Pubic Enemy swung the shield to the first cop before him, decapitating him in one swift strike and leaving his neck to be a fountain of blood. Watching his partner be swiftfully beheaded in one quick swing, the second police officer felt a sharp sense of shock come over him; one temporarily stunning him from acting right away. Overcoming that split-second of weakness, the officer pulled out his handgun and began firing at Pubic Enemy, trying to save himself from being the next victim.

The one split-second of shock might have been a completely human reaction, but it was one that had cost him the privilege of being human and not a dead sack of meat. Loosening his grip on the door-shield, Pubic Enemy bid his farewells to its usefulness, swinging it one last time and releasing his grip on it. Upon releasing his grip, Pubic Enemy sent the car door flying into the abdomen of the second cop, piercing through his body and leaving his intestines to spill on the ground.

Now, there only laid two more cops to kill, finishing off the appetizer to his main fight. Pubic Enemy took no joy in the fact that his fun would soon be ending, but decided to make the best out of it while he could. Unloading his magazine to flip and reload it with its attached magazine, the bounty killer thought of a way to make his last kills of this brigade memorable, looking for more theatricality.

Looking upon the decapitated head of one of his last kills, the scrotal supervillain found a fun idea to make of the head. Picking the head off the ground, Pubic Enemy took a grenade from his vest and pulled the pin, then stuffed the entirety of it within the mouth of the head. Giving it a sporty juggle in his hand, Pubic Enemy tossed it over the fifth car, aiming it straight for the hiding place of the last cops.

The cops behind the final car, not having any idea what the bounty killer was doing, readied their weapons; trying to overcome a sense of anxiety and fear as they did so. In the midst of their panic, the two were given the unexpected sight of a severed head, adding disgust to their mixture of negative emotions.

To throw one more emotion in the mixture of feelings that the two were being sent through, the police officers watched the head spit out a hand grenade, adding confusion and panic to their minds. As the grenade fell out, the lever released itself, starting the countdown, and quickly following up with a large explosion.

One policeman was killed instantly in the explosion, but the other was left alive, although seriously maimed at the leg. Trying to reach safety away from the deadly bounty killer, the last surviving police officer limped away to find some kind of shelter to protect himself. He knew very well that he would find no more shelter against this foe, but his basic survival instincts made him ignore that pessimism in sheer evolutionary reaction.

Before the surviving cop could make it too far, Pubic Enemy stopped the officer short of his limp, stepping on his burnt leg and crushing some of the exposed bone under his foot. Of course, the officer screamed in pure agony at the experience, and he expected his death to follow through soon enough. Despite being the last remaining cop alive of this sent group, Pubic Enemy did not yet kill him, having one more task for him to complete.

"Call for backup." Pubic Enemy said.

"What?!" The officer said.

"Call for backup. I haven't had my fill of killing yet, and I doubt I still will after my target. Call more backup for me to kill."

Complying with the bounty killer's demand, the officer took to his radio, calling in backup as he was ordered.

"This is Officer Lewis. 11 men down at Franklin Avenue. Need backup, requesting S.W.A.T. and F.B.I., need immediate assistance." The officer said.

[Soundtrack Cue End]

Having fulfilled his use, Officer Lewis received a volley of bullets to his brain, rewarding him for his efforts to the man known as Pubic Enemy.

"You should've said 12." Pubic Enemy said.

Back inside the Loud House, where the fearful Louds and Santiagos continued to sit in the middle of the affair, the family held tightly onto the hopes that the authorities would sort out the threat of Pubic Enemy and come to their salvation. They want to believe that they would be saved in no time. They really, desperately want to believe that they would be saved.

Unfortunately for them, reality is a stubborn thing to change, and the reality is that they would not be saved any time soon from this armed madman. Having watched the carnage all unfold outside their window, the Louds knew that they were in imminent danger, and that there was nothing they could do to save themselves, nor the poor police officers that were sent in to try to protect them.

Everyone except Lucy that thought, of course. Hers were along the lines of:

Oh, my Satan. It's like poetry in motion. Lucy thought.

Meanwhile, the others, the actually (relatively) sane people, still panicked heavily, thinking over what to do about this mad killer that came for Lincoln, and took several lives with him. Taking charge of the situation, the parents, along with Lori, began thinking over their own means of escape and shelter.

"Okay, that settles it, we are outta here. Everybody, in Vanzilla!" Lynn Sr. said.

"Are you nuts, dad? There's literally spikes in the road. The tires'll blow and we'll be stuck and shot up." Lori said.

"Maybe we could hide in the basement. If we block the entrance, we should be safe until someone else arrives." Rita said.

"No way, that guy can blow through cop cars. There's nothing here we could cover ourselves with." Bobby said.

"Lisa, what about your nuclear bunker? He'd never get in there, right?" Lynn Sr. asked.

"Yesh, but the bunker cannot handle all of ush. Itsh capashcity ish only at 3 pershonsh, maxsh." Lisa said.

"What do we do, man?! There be no shelter here!" Luna said.

While none knew how to handle this sort of threat, all were well aware of one important fact: This mad gunman came for Lincoln Loud, meaning he had done something that had brought on this attack on the family and their home. As such, those not aware of his second life as Ace Savvy; Rita, Lynn Sr., Lori, Bobby, Leni, and Ronnie Anne, all looked towards the boy for information.

"Lincoln, it's clear that this person came for you. Tell us, what did you do to cause this to happen? Why does he want you?" Rita asked.

"What, are you gonna give me up to that guy?!" Lincoln asked.

"No, son, but we need to know what's going on, and we need to know now. Who is this guy and what does he want with you?" Lynn Sr. asked.

"I don't know who this guy is, and I don't know what he wants with me, okay?"

"Lincoln, it's pretty obvious that you know what this guy wants with you. Spill the beans already, why don't you? Do you really want us to all die here?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"No, no, I-"

Stepping in to protect Lincoln from any further pryings from the rest of the family, the sister with the knowledge of his identity as Ace Savvy moved between Lincoln and the questioning family, shielding him from the bombarding questions and interrogations. The damage to the house was immeasurable, but the damage to Lincoln if his secret was revealed would be far worse.

"Hey, back off of Lincoln! I don't know about you guys, but we have a crazy, heavily-armed guy trying to kill us all! Don't you think that's a little more important?!" Lola shouted.

"Yeah, don't you guys have any sense of priority? We've got to find some way to deal with this guy! We can't do that if we turn against each other!" Lynn said.

"Yeah, brah, come together, right now, and let's think!" Luna said.

"Oh, no, no, no, you're not getting out of this that easy. If this guy's here because of Lincoln, then it's pretty clear that he knows some way to get rid of him. Lincoln, say it now, what does this guy know that we don't?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"Listen, Ronnie Anne, I don't know, I-"

Not having any more time for nonsense or distractions that could cost more lives, Ronnie Anne grabbed Lincoln by the balls, squeezing them tightly in her hand. Feeling unbearable pressure come under his two veg by Ronnie Anne's vice grip, Lincoln began lowering to the ground in pain, letting out tears as he continued to suffer.

"Talk, Lincoln, or I'll rip your goddamn balls off. If this psycho doesn't kill you, I'm gonna kill you! Now, tell me, WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Ronnie Anne shouted.

Continuing to suffer the crushing grip of Ronnie Anne's fist clench around his low-hanging fruit, as if they were being caught in the grip of an angry god of war, Lincoln still managed to hold back his tongue from revealing the truth about his secret identity. In between both angering Ronnie Anne and feeling the most sensitive part of his body crushed in agony, Lincoln's silence was not easy, and it still came with a heavy price.

"N-No, Ronnie Anne, I can't, I can't tell-" Lincoln stifled out.

In the corner of his eye, Lincoln saw a hand grenade fly in from the window, landing right in the middle of the living room. The rest of the family caught eye of this danger as well, but were all too late to react to the threat as it appeared. Now, all stuck within the blast vicinity of the grenade, it seems that the long and wide lineage of the Loud family would come to an end.

Lincoln, however, was more than capable of dispersing this threat, and was completely immune to its dangers. With one simple dive, he could save his family, and the girl he loved, all by the simple process of leaping atop the grenade and absorbing the blast. Of course, this move would surely reveal his identity for sure, and all efforts to keep his secret safe would be gone.

The only alternative to this would mean the death of his family, a price he could never pay. As such, the next choice was only too easy.

Pushing Ronnie Anne off, Lincoln immediately dived on the grenade as planned, covering it with his body as tightly as possible. The rest of the family, well aware of what Lincoln had just done, all instantly began running towards him, hoping they would save him from the blast. As soon as a loud 'boom' sound was heard, the family all knew it was too late; the implications of the event bringing terrible thoughts to their minds.

The first to run up to the downed Lincoln Loud, Ronnie Anne immediately picked him up and began holding him tightly, believing the boy to be dead. Regretting the instances of anger and hostility she had shown to him moments ago, Ronnie Anne began crying over his supposedly dead body. All those with her, caring for Lincoln just as much as she did, all began shedding their own tears over him.

Rita and Lynn Sr., the ones who brought the boy into the world, instantly turned to each other for comfort; both wanting to console one another, and neither wanting to see the inanimate body of their child. Lori and Bobby, the closest couple in the room, did much of the same, with Leni crying in solidarity.

The rest of the family, however, shed no tears, knowing that Lincoln was indeed not dead. Instead, they watched in anticipation as they awaited for their brother to get back up. Their only concern now laid with the wasted efforts to keep his identity secret, but it was a smaller price to pay than to see him dead.

Having overcome the shock of the blast, Lincoln let out a few coughs, catching his breath once again. Experiencing an emotion beyond shock by having her supposedly dead boyfriend come back to life in her arms, Ronnie Anne let out a stunned gasp. The sobbing family members, seeing Lincoln come back to life as well, all ceased their own mournings upon seeing him alive once again.

In the case of Leni, however, Lori had to get her attention first to get her to see what was unfolding here, snapping her out of her crying fit.

"Lincoln?! You're alive?!" Ronnie Anne asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Lincoln said.

Looking back into the opening eyes of Lincoln Loud, Ronnie Anne was stared back at with a pair of yellow eyes, something she was expecting even less than to see him still alive after taking a grenade.

"Your eyes... they're... yellow?" Ronnie Anne asked.

Stepping off from the ground, Lincoln tore away his damaged clothes to reveal what was underneath, now revealing his secret to the family. Those not familiar with his secret were all taken back in surprise; none knowing or even suspecting that Lincoln Loud was Ace Savvy.

"You... You... You're Ace Savvy?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"That's right. And now that you guys know my secret, I can't stand by anymore. It's time for me to..." Lincoln began to say.

Taking a set of cards out of his belt, Lincoln let a charge of energy flow through them, readying them with the explosive power needed to fight against this opponent. With the cards charged and his mind set on the battle to come, Lincoln Loud faded away into the subconscious of his mind to give way to the man needed for the job: Ace Savvy.

"...deal out some justice." Ace Savvy said.

Outside the Loud House, more police cars as well as news vans began driving into the area, approaching from the side opposite the destroyed cop cars. Instead of attacking straight away, Pubic Enemy allowed the police to encamp themselves, also allowing the press to make their reports on the attack.

As news vans let out their reporters and camera crews, as helicopters began circling the area to observe every aspect of this fight, all eyes across the nation were put on the stage being set here tonight. Within every home, bar, store, and anywhere across America with a television, the eyes of the nation were upon this place to see the fight unfold.

"This is Katherine Mulligan reporting live from 1216 Franklin Avenue, where a brigade of 12 police officers were brutally murdered by the appearance of a supervillain named Pubic Enemy, who has come to this house with the allegations that one occupant, a 12-year old boy named Lincoln Loud, is the superhero known as Ace Savvy. Many hold their skepticism about this boy being the spade-spannered hero, but all have their eyes on this warzone behind me, and their hearts with the families of the slain officers, hoping that no more bloodshed will be spread here tonight." Katherine Mulligan said.

Still awaiting his enemy to make his appearance, Pubic Enemy called out one more time to the spade-spannered hero, waiting for Ace Savvy to come out and fight. Growing ever impatient by the minute, Pubic Enemy's trigger finger began to grow ever so itchy, with his aim growing closer and closer to the many officers, reporters, and other bystanders watching the affair unfold before their eyes.

"Care to push your luck, Lincoln Loud?! I've got plenty of weapons! I was hoping to use them on you tonight, but I'll settle for these people here! Or... maybe... are you a coward?! Is it really true that you're unfit to defend this city?! Is it true that Silver Sentinel is more qualified to save these people than you are?! Are you a real hero or not?! Come out, Lincoln Loud, and I'll show these people what a farce of a hero you are!" Pubic Enemy called.

Leaping out of the window, Ace Savvy threw a single card near the feet of Pubic Enemy, hoping to elicit a scare out of the scrotal supervillain. The bounty killer did not even flinch in the slightest; a true testament to his hardened abilities as a killer. Watching Ace Savvy land just a few feet away from him, Pubic Enemy took notice of an interesting fact about his enemy; something he wasn't expecting to see.

Not having full time to change into his mask, Ace Savvy faced against his enemy unmasked; showing his face for the whole country and world to see. With his identity already exposed by Pubic Enemy, there was no true reason to leave it on here, and there was one very good reason to leave it off.

Having been challenged in competency as a hero, something that had been in question for a long while, Ace Savvy finally had a chance to prove himself as a hero. To do this, he no longer made any attempts to hide his face for this fight, allowing the world to see the courage he had as a hero.

"Okay, pube-muncher. Show me." Ace Savvy said.