Back with another chapter here for ya humans! Enjoy the read and please respond to my questions at the end of the chapter.
3rd Person Pov
Lynn Sr. cringed at the echo from the cracked knuckles before deciding to leave it to Lincoln and to check on his daughter. Leni had a small bump on her head and was unconscious, but otherwise fine, that is until Lincoln screamed in pain.
Lincoln Pov
"You think a little thing like popping my knuckles will hurt me? I'll give credit where it's due, that's the loudest they've ever popped, but that's all you've done." Riley responds, trying a leg sweep, but the demon quickly back flips out of the way.
'Thank God for all that practice with Lynn over the years, definitely saving my glutes!'
Lincoln goes in for a few jabs to the kidneys that send Riley stumbling. With a grunt, Riley gets back on his feet, only to be body slammed in the shoulder, shoving him back a few feet towards his car.
"Okay 'little demon'," he taunts as he slowly walks backwards to his car "I may seem to have underestimated you... But I wont lose!" The Douche grunts, opening his car door and grabbing something inside.
The Albino Demon runs as quickly as his little legs can take him towards Riley- *BANG* ... But isn't fast enough and collapsses on the ground with a scream. Riley, wielding a .45 handgun, walks smugly towards Lincoln to examine his work.
"Looks like I got you good," Riley chuckles as he looks at the bullet wound in his victim's chest on the left side. "But I can do better."
*BANG* A hole clean between the Tibia and Fibula on the left side. Lincoln screams again. *BANG* Another clean hole between the Radius and the Ulna on the left side. Lincoln grunts.*BANG* A sloppy shot shreds his left ear. Lincoln gasps. *BANG* An angled shot going through his left eye and out the left temple. Lincoln whimpers. *BANG* A forbidden shot, annihilating his left nut. Lincoln chest falls and fails to rise again.
*WHAM* Lynn Sr. knocks Riley unconscious with wrench from the van and everything faded to black
3rd Person Pov
"Lincoln! Lincoln! Please don't die my presious son!" Lynn Sr cries as Picks up Lincoln and rushes him to the van and sets him gently on top of Leni in the back of the van (still unconcious) and quickly drives them both to the hospital.
A Few Hours Later
Everyone in the Loud family aside from Lori (on her honeymoon) is seen in a hospital waiting room. Lily is sleeping in Rita's arms, Lola and Lana are comforting each other while softly crying, Lisa is rapidly typing notes on her laptop with her hair all frizzeled sticking out, Lucy is writing poetry with mascara gently streaming down her cheeks from under her bangs, Lynn bouncing a tenis ball on the floor with a unfocoused look on her face, Luan is just staring off into space with a dead inside look on her face, Luna is strumming a sad tune on her guitar, Leni is crying softly in her lap with a bandage wrapped around her forhead, Rita is just slowly rocking Lily with a sad look in her eyes, and Lynn Sr. pulling on what little hair is left on his head with a frustrated look on his face. A docter slowly walks up to the Louds with a grim expression on his face. Everyone stares at him sadly, but Lucy is the only one to walk to him. She raises her bangs to reveal blood red eyes on the verge of tears. "Is my brother going to be okay, docter?" She asks in a cracked and broken voice.
"I've gotten him out of critical condition, but he will never be the same. On top of entering a coma for an unkown amount of time, He has lost the function of left leg, arm, eye, and ear. He has a popped lung, many broken ribs, a fractured skull, and the probability of him ever having kids is basically zero." The docter responds with a blunt yet sympathetic response.
The entire family can't seem to breath with the extreme shock of the news. The silence was only broken when Lily suddenly started wailing.
Okay! Now before you all start screaming at me about how much that was sad and the end of the story and Blah blah blah, THIS IS ALL PART OF THE PLAN. Lincoln will be waking up and this will probably be the most extreme part of the story, the next chapter for this will be next week, probably Tuesday.
Now, as for my question. No Nut Novemeber, I passed as well as many others, but now there is talk of Destroy Dick December. My question is, What about those of us without a dick? I will give a shoutout in every one of my stories for the duriation of December to the human who can come up with a catchy term for the girls who participate in this Destroying of December. And with that my loyal humans, with Love, Luck, Louds, & Lemons, I'll see you all in the reviews!