Chapter 1: Born A Wicked Way
Warning: There are heavy and disturbing subjects talked about in this story. If you can not handle gore, swearing, sexual intercourse, BDSM, or even death and taboo subjects, then please do not read this and turn back and read something else. I urge you to please read something else
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Lincoln was met with a hard fist as he dropped to the ground. The students scattered like a swarm of bees as Joey Parks, a new bully of Royal Woods High, made another swing at the white-haired boy. This time, Lincoln defended himself, guarding himself with his arms as they are taking the blows of joey's fist. Joey continued swinging, with unrelenting force. Each sound of his grunts as he went for his prey determined that he was going for his prize.
"Never should have talked back Lincoln" Joey yelled with a cocky smirk
Lincoln's defense was getting weaker. Nevertheless, he stood his ground as he tried to back away from this debacle. What was upsetting to the Loud Boy was the incident between him Joey. And of course, Lincoln's defense finally broke and he was punched to the ground, and once he hit the ground, Lincoln also felt Joey's foot stomp right on his back and he put his weight and held Lincoln down
"You are a mutt," Joey said "Say it! Say you're a Mutt!"
Lincoln didn't answer and Joey raised his foot and stomped on Lincoln, sending the boy down onto the ground this time his face no doubt kissed the floor.
"Say it!" Joey Ordered
"Fuck you, Joey!" Lincoln yelled
"Say it!" Joey yelled louder.
"In your fucking dreams!" Lincoln yelled again
"Say it, Loud!" Joey cried "Say it or I'll crush your skull between my boot!"
"Again, Fuck. You. Joey" Lincoln said through his teeth
Joey growled in anger and raised his foot to stomp on Lincoln's head only for Joey to get punched in the face, sending the bully to the ground. Joey rubbed his jaw and looked up only to see Liam standing there, and with him was Chandler and Chloe, both of them were helping up Lincoln off the ground
"Wanna go Parks?" Liam asked in an angry tone
Joey growled at Liam in frustration and got up and glared at Liam, and Liam stared back at him. Joey knew he couldn't take Liam on alone, Liam had become one of the strongest kids in the school and no one messed with him because he had proven that he could win almost any fight, he even won a 2v1 fight in the boy's bathroom, just a couple of months ago, and Joey wasn't stupid enough to fight someone who was said to be one of the toughest kids in Royal Woods High School
"Watch your back Farmboy! One of these days I'll get you when you least expect it!" Joey said as he walked away in a huff
As Chandler and Chloe helped Lincoln to his feet, Chandler looked at Lincoln, "What you do to piss him off this time Linc?" Chandler asked with a chuckle
"Fucker kept spouting nonsense on how he was gonna bang the ever-living shit out of Maggie and that really pissed me off, so I told him to shut the fuck up and to go fuck his dogs since that the only bitches he could get," Lincoln said
Chloe and Liam had a chuckle at that, while Chandler just smiled, as Lincoln also began to chuckle with them
"Well Big man, let's get you to the nurse's office," Chandler told him
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The day moved on without any more fights breaking out. The only misfortune was that one of Joey's lackeys, a large fat kid by the name of Randy, was in most of Lincoln's class, Meanwhile, Joey was with Chloe and Liam in the next room. Randy hurled a piece of paper at Lincoln during Chemistry, and Lincoln looked at him with just a glare while Randy just smiled like an idiot. Lincoln opened up the paper only to see the words "Go die in a hole" on the paper, Lincoln rolled his eyes
'that was the best insult this guy could think of?' Lincoln thought
Classes continued and still, there were no fights. Lunch rolled around and Lincoln met up with Chandler, Maggie, Taylor, Liam, and Chloe, they talked and all Joey along with Randy and another lackey named David, could do to them was just shove them around. The day passed as normal, and finally, the day ended and Lincoln was just happy that he didn't have to be in school another second. He also didn't need to go home right away, he just simply packed up his things and headed to the shed. He didn't know if the others would be there but it didn't matter, he could also use the quiet so he could get his work done.
he left through the school doors and out to the cold Michigan winter air, and made his way to the shed, as he did, he told his dad that he was going to study at a friends house and be home by dinner, his dad had approved and he ended the call then and there and kept making his way to the shed. After walking along the snowy sidewalk, he walked to the woods and began walking in the direction of the shed. Thankfully, the trail was still there and he followed it, eventually arriving at the shed, he opened it up and before entering, he shook off his boots and walked inside, already finding it warm in the Shed, he then looked around and saw Taylor sitting on the couch with her laptop resting between her knees and stomach as she typed away at it.
"How'd you get here so fast?" Lincoln asked her
"I skipped school and just came here," Taylor said "Just didn't feel like going today," She told him
Lincoln just nodded and he threw his back next to the other side of the couch, pulled out some of his work, and began working on it.
"What are you doing?" Taylor asked
"Homework" Lincoln replied "I need to keep up my grades or else my Parents will get suspicious of me, what are you doing?"
"Just writing in my journal"
"You have a journal?" Lincoln asked "Never took you for a person to have one of those"
"Yeah, well I do, though don't think it's the mushy feely shit, it's mostly my thoughts, and even some stories I come up with or just questions I want to be answered to myself," Taylor said "but I'm stuck on one question"
"What Question?" Lincoln asked
"Why are we born this way?" Taylor asked
Lincoln thought about her question and came up with an answer quickly, "Because we just are" Lincoln told her
"Care to elaborate?" She asked
"No, It's just as simple as that, some people are just born a certain way, some people are born with a disease, others are born without limbs, and some, like us, are just born wicked," Lincoln said "but some times we just become wicked, the events, people, places, and things around us also shape us into who we are, we're either born wicked, or we become wicked," Lincoln said
"You really believe that?" Tayor asked
Lincoln nodded, "Yep, but then again it's just me, if I told this to anyone, they'd call me an emo or just get annoyed about me saying such sappy sad shit, but then again, I wouldn't care, none of us do or should," Lincoln told her, "last night, we didn't complain about how fucked in the head we are, no, we reveled in it, we accepted who and what we are," Lincoln told her
"Still, You really think that the six of us are born or had become wicked in some way? you really think that somehow, through either genetics, events around us, or some fucking god, that we were born wicked?"
"Taylor, you're a Psychopath, you've expressed how you've enjoyed killing animals and how you believe that you're under the service of Charles Darwin, who you proclaim is your god, Chloe is a nymphomaniac, Chandler is a sociopath, Liam is Bipolar, Maggie has a huge degraded kink, and I get off on blood, to others we are crazy, sick, twisted, and wicked to other people, so yes, we are either born this way, or we are made this way, so tell me, Taylor, were you born a wicked way? Or did you become wicked?"
Taylor thought about it and being honest with herself, she was made this way. As she grew up, she always saw how her father bent to her mother's will, how she used him and even beat him sometimes, manipulated him, and all he could do was cower and do as he was told, like a dog. From then on she hated seeing people cry and not be strong, or just let bad things happen to them. She hated the weak. She despised the weak. she couldn't stand being around such weak people because it made her feel sick to her stomach and almost want to vomit.
"I was made this way" She answered him
Lincoln nodded with a smile, "See, I told you, think really hard about it and you'll discover the truth about yourself, you were made wicked" He told her
"And what about you?" Taylor asked, "Were you born wicked? or were you made wicked?"
Lincoln looked at her," I was made wicked as well" He told her "My family life is great, but as I started getting into porn and stuff like that, it just never seemed to get to me, that was until I discovered that I enjoyed bloodplay, watching people bleed a little, or get cut as they smother it over their bodies, it just clicked something for me and I... I found myself enjoying it, and that's it" Lincoln told her
Taylor nodded and she could understand that each person had their own desires and their own kinks and fetishes, but she could understand why Lincoln's was considered bad or taboo, even in the BDSM community.
"You think people like us with find peace?" Taylor asked
"For people like us, there isn't any peace for us, after all, were wicked," he told her.
Taylor knew he was right, people like them, the sick-minded and alike, there was no peace for them. If there was a god, he didn't allow people like them into his oh so holy kingdom, all that was left for them when they grow older and die was either a messed up future, or death. There was no peace for people like them
"You're right," Taylor echoed. "There is no peace for people like us"
There is no peace for people like them.
There is no peace for the wicked.