AN: First things first, I want to apologize that this chapter was not out sooner. Multiple things at school just started to pile up on top of each other. First to having an 8 page history paper due, to have test after test, and project after project all of my classes. THEN having ACTs on the 14th. Then add having to make YouTube videos and live stream to reach 1,000 subscribers so a guy can cash in about 200,000 views worth of videos. So you can clear tell that I'm so sick and tired of school in ways you just don't understand. And I have to put up with another 5 years worth of school after my junior year.
Secondly, I just wanna thank everyone in the review section who left their condolences in the review section of the last chapter. I know it's hard losing a family member, and my family is still getting over the loss of my aunt. But nonetheless, I got another chapter done. This chapter is gonna be a little bit shorter because I want to set a scene, where it is going to make up the rest of the story and add more to the plot. Originally I wanted to make this a long chapter, but I decided to split it into two chapters. One focusing on Lincoln, and the other focusing on Luan. So expect both chapters at around around 2,000 words before expecting a longer chapter. Enjoy.
Recommended song to listen to while reading this: Fuck Love by XXXTENTANCION & Trippie Redd.
It was 2am in the Royal Woods Emergency Hospital, and it was so ery and quiet. Abandoned hospitals are bad enough because their is no one or nothing in them. And possibly filled with ghosts. But running hospitals? It is much more creepy. For one, you're by yourself stuck to a hospital bed for who knows how long. And two, You don't know anyone in the entire hospital. Or by chance you just so happen to be in the same hospital with someone you know at the same time. But for Lincoln, that was not the case.
Lincoln had difficulties going to sleep that night. On account of having a broken arm, so he couldn't sleep on his side like he sometimes would. And the amount of pain that his concussion was giving him, he had to sleep where his head is always on a soft pillow so it can heal faster. He was crying earlier, and he was hoping that he would just cry himself to sleep, but that sleep only lasted a couple of hours. So most of the time of his first night at the hospital was him just staring at the white colored ceiling. But as more and more time began to go by, he found himself getting sleepy. And soon he drifted off to sleep.
Lincoln was in a dark room. He couldn't see or hear anything. Lincoln then started to see a light further down in front of him from where he was currently standing at. He started to walk towards the light. The more he got closer to the light, he could see what it was. It was the kitchen of the loud house. But it was a little bit bigger than he remembered. There was more space in between the furniture and the kitchen appliances. Which was was not always there.
"Hello? Anybody in here?" He called out.
There was then a sudden thumping noise in the one of the cabinets over the stove. He then walked towards it while carrying a nearby strep stool. He stepped up the three steps that was on it so he could make it easier to get to the cabinet. The thumping noises continued, as he reached for the small square shaped door. He opened it up only to find a bunch of snacks him and his siblings eat. He looked behind the snacks to see a small piece of darkness, and out of nowhere, vicious raccoons jump out and start attacking his face. Lincoln shrieked as he tried to get the raccoons off of him, but unfortunately lost his balance and fell of the step stool and fell flat on his back. It didn't hurt as bad, but he still had to get the raccoons off of him.
The ruthless scavengers started biting, clawing, and attacking his face. The raccoons' claws already slashed through his shirt and his torso, making the young boy bleed a little. Lincoln managed to grab one of the raccoons by its' tail, and chucked it as hard as he could into one of the walls of the kitchen. The impact caused the wall to crack, and that crack continued to grow to the the ceiling right over him. And before he knew it, a good chunk of the ceiling started to head right towards him. The raccoons looked up to see it coming down, and scurried out of the way. Before Lincoln could get a chance to look up from what the little critters are running from, he was hit in the head with piece of the ceiling. The only boy started to see stars as he started slowly back pedaling all dizzy, and while doing so, he set off a tripwire.
And that tripwire set off a trap that dropped a large metal bucket of ice cold water on top of the child. And in that ice water, was rubbing alcohol, and lemon juice. Two mixtures that burn like shit when applied to wounds. It smelled like gas but he could also smell the other two liquids The liquid started to apply contact with the cuts on his face, head, and body. Lincoln started to scream in pain as he started feel his wounds burning like acid on his skin. He was lucky that none got in his eyes.
Not only did the acid-like water get all over him. It got all over the floor too. Lincoln, who was drenched in cold water, didn't notice the water all over the floor and he was sent sliding into the refrigerator, very similarly to the way he was sent sliding into the refrigerator in the real world. Except this time, Lincoln was flat on his back. And like so, it collapsed on top of him and crushed him and his left arm. He could also feel a couple bones of his rib cage get damaged and possibly crushed a couple bones inside of him too. Lincoln, using his good arm, tried to get himself unstuck, but he was to much in pain to do so, and he wasn't strong like that. Lincoln then started to hear demonic laughing.
"Who's there?! Can you hear me?! Whoever's out there, can you help me get the this refrigerator off of me?" He said struggling.
The laughing started to grow closer as a dark figure started to come closer with a red outer glow. He couldn't make out the figure right away, but as soon as he saw the ponytail with the long single piece of hair curled and perked up, he already knew who it was walking towards him. Luan. She got more into the light, where an all black leather jacket with gold zippers, with black skinny biker jeans with gold zippers above the ribbed part of the jeans, as well as below the ribbed portion. She was also wearing black combat boots. If she didn't look intimidating enough, her glowing red eyes didn't make it any better either. She just stood there staring at him with her hands on her hips.
"Well, aren't you going to help me out of this? Why are you just standing there?" Lincoln confusingly asked her.
She actually started bursting into laughter. "Me? Me help you? Ha, and why would I help you?"
Luan asked her younger brother.
"Um, because your my sister, and your supposed to help me in my time of need." He looked at her like she was stupid.
"Yeah see about that, I think that whole me and our sisters helping you stuff has to come to end now."
He became worried "W-what do you mean?"
"Y'see, I think at that you are about that age where you can get yourself out of a jam. No pun intended. And frankly, we are sick and tired of us helping you get out of a situation." Luan stated as she paced around him.
"YOU'RE TIRED?!" Lincoln's voice boomed. Do you know how I feel when I have to get involved in all of your guys' stuff when it has nothing to do with me? Everything that I do for you and our family, and your the one that's tired of helping me?!" Lincoln started to get mad.
"Don't get me wrong, we are forever grateful for all of your help, but I think it's time that you don't need us, and we don't need you." Luan replied reaching for something that was tucked in between the back of her jeans and her underwear. It was .50 caliber desert eagle pistol. A pistol known for its incredibly powerful recoil, and its damage it can do behind it. Lincoln's heart dropped down to his broken ribcage.
"So this is it huh? My own sister is gonna take ot her own brother." Lincoln said in a low tone.
"Me? Take you out? Don't be silly little brother. This is only just for intimidation. Do me a favor take a deep sniff for me." She asked her injured brother
Lincoln did what he was told, practically at gunpoint. He took a good long smell. He smelled the lemon juice and rubbing alcohol that was in the bucket. But there was another smell in the room. A flammable smell.
"What's that smell? Is that gas?" He asked his gun wielding sister.
"Close, peroxide mixed with gasoline and alcohol. Together mixed, makes it extremely flammable. One spark and you'll be facing a massive flame." Luan demonically grinned.
Lincoln started to put two and two together and his heart started to drop again. "No...No...No! Please! Just shoot me! Don't do this!" Tears started to form in the corner of his eyes.
"I'm going to prove to you that you don't need our help. And it's starts with escaping from this fire. See you on the other side brother." She lifted the deagle with her right arm and aimed for the large puddle of flammable liquid that was a good three feet away from Lincoln, startling him from the loud sound. And with a little bit of force pulled on the trigger, the powerful firearm fired a bullet into the liquid and through the floor. Sparking a fire that was soon spreading like wildfire. Luan turned around with the pistol in her hand into the darkness. Not feeling bad for leaving her brother in the fire.
"If you can't take the heat, get outta the kitchen!" She chuckled as she walked out of sight.
Lincoln started to panic as tears fell from his eyes. He continued to struggle from under the refrigerator. He finally got the strength in his one good arm, and pushed the appliance of of him. He held his shattered arm as he wandered through the already big flames around him. As Lincoln was about to exit out of the burning kitchen but was stopped when his exit was blocked off by collapsed pieces of wood. This made him panic even more. He then started to search for another escape route and not to far away.
He slowly walked over to it, but he soon started to breathe in too much fumes from the fire and started to collapse on his knees and start to pass out. He could do it, just a little closer, but Lincoln started to black out and slowly burn in the fire. The last words he could get out before he was burned alive was "I do need my sisters, I'm only 11." As the fire started to burn more and more of his corpse, he fully blacked out.
Lincoln shot up in his hospital bed. His cheeks were red because he was crying in his sleep. He felt himself to make sure that nothing he just witnessed in his dream was real. Thankfully it wasn't real. He then looked out the window, still seeing that it was dark outside. He looked at the clock that was on his nightstand, and it was only 3:16 am. It was hopeless at this point to get any sleep. Lincoln just sighed as he laughed back in his bed trying to get some sleep. And the key word is trying. And the only thing he could think of right now... is Luan.
AN: Yes yes I know it took 2 weeks to put out another chapter, but unfortunately it be like that sometimes. And yes I know this chapter is shorter than the other two, but it's like I said in the first Author's note, I wanted to get a chapter out so I split it in half. It may seem like I'm rushing, but I'm trying not to rush on chapters. But anyways, Let's see how Luan's holding up back at their house. See you in the next chapter! Gucci Gwop signing out!