Beyond Two Siblings Chapter 12: Keeping It Subtle

Author's Note:

Honestly, I wanna thank you guys for still reading this one heck of a blizzard I call a story. As far as I'm concerned, this has been my biggest story yet. Speaking of which, I've been getting some negative feedback on the last chapter, mostly for the way I wrote Lucy. Which for me, means an A on my card. The way I wanted to portray her was to purposely leave a bitter taste in your mouths. Apologies for that dear readers, but that's what makes a story a story. Am I right?

Other than that, I wanna point out after getting a review about this story being triggering. Starting from now on, I will leave trigger warnings in case the story goes below the belt again. Without further ado, here's the awaited 12th chapter of Beyond Two Siblings: Keeping it Subtle.

Trigger Warning; Might contain disturbing scenes. Have fun reading!

Voices were heard, echoing around her now conscious ears.

"H-huh?" She forced her heavy eyes open, her head screaming for her to go back to sleep.

"Hey, girly."

Her room may have been dark, only the moon shining out from the open window peeking its way through the blinds. Yet there were figures… resembling two towering shadows. One of them owning a deathly familiar voice…

Right the second her brain started comprehending everything, the freight train of shock slammed against her. Lynn's eyes snapped open, and she stifled a yell. "Y-you!"

"Remember us?" His sinister voice was a knife slicing her ear, the shadows like tides of water ready to drown her.

Lynn's stomach tied into knots, while adrenaline began to rush through her rapidly beating heart. Her legs were jelly, yet she forced herself up from the bed anyways. They were getting closer, and her throat couldn't stifle the throaty scream that came out.

"S-stay away from me!" She begged, pulling out her spare baseball bat right beside her head board. "I dare you!"

Suddenly, a strong grip of iron circled her wrists. "You're not going anywhere this time, Lynnie."

Panic bubbled forth her stomach, and she instinctively raised her foot backwards to hit his jewels.

Ow!

Big, fleshy snakes tightly curled tightly around her legs, in the form of the bigger man's hands. She couldn't move!

Taken by surprise, Lynn fell backwards. Her body now flopped on her mattress, the same body, the same hands still pinning her down as he sat behind her on the wrinkled sheets.

"Uh-uh. We got a better grip on you this time." The bigger shadow, now resembling Nick the brute chuckled. His hand slithered higher up her calves, threateningly near her shorts once more.

'N-no!" Her voice shaky, Lynn struggled against them. "Let me go!"

The figure behind her slid to the side of her face. His lips mere inches from her head, his hot and feverish breath tickling Lynn's ears in a way she never wanted it too. "You can scream all you want," Another snake slowly traced the outline of her covered body, peeling up the hem of her shirt slowly.

She yanked her wrists, a wishful attempt into escaping his single hand's manly hold. "I. Said. Let. Go."

Tony ignored her, three of their hands attacking her from both bottom and top. "But no one, nobody will hear you, can they now?"

His breath tickled her skin. Lynn shuddered. There was NO way she'd be left here alone. Where was Lucy? What happened to the thin walls?

Lynn growled when the air tickled her now bare thighs. Despite the sweat now dripping down her head, she shivered and it wasn't from the cold.

Nick mumbled an ecstatic groan under his breath, the fire in Lynn growing into a ball of fury.

She took a deep breath, and did the only thing she could do other than squirm. Scream.

It went on for so long, a small bulb of faith that those little pitter-patters were footsteps of either Luna or Lucy, and not just her attacker's foot tapping against the ground out of volcanic excitement that's ready to erupt any minute.

But her cries were forced still. A hand slapped itself on her mouth, the faint smell of sweat tingling her nostrils.

"Oh Lynn…" Tony's mouth touched the outer part of her ear.

Then a squeaky, pathetic scream escaped the same mouth. Lynn enclosed her teeth on his hand and clenched it as much as she could.

Before he recoiled his hand away with a small wince, and that's when she lets go. Panting out and sucking in all the oxygen blocked out of her needy lungs.

"Feisty." Tony huskily uttered, looking at his wounded hand. "Just the way I like."

His breaths got heavier on her ear and Lynn's blood grew cold.

They wouldn't let her up, not even leaving her to compete in their game. Her teeth scraped her lower lip, as to not even let out a small gasp of pleasure at the surprise move Nick pulled on her downstairs area. And with or without her resistance, their hands only continued, leaving her to process the conflict in her mildly aroused body.

"Baby…" He whined in ecstasy.

"Gross! Just stop!" Lynn gagged, looking as if she ate a sour lemon. "Can you at least not moan like that!"

She was ignored once more. "You're even hotter than I ever imagined."

Tony jerked her chin upwards by force and began to assault her neck with pecks, holding her down with his one hand. The heat was rising, the tension on the strings were about to snap, and Lynn had a voice in her mind tell her to give up and give in to the ecstatic touch. Her core has already hit rock bottom, as it had decided long before she even could.

Yet as her rational physique was maintaining to struggle against the chokehold she was in, that race car of adrenaline collided with a truck. The shirt she wore hiked up for the boys to see what's underneath. Full of the tingly sensations of slick fingers playing with her. That same truck ebbed the adrenaline out of her blood. She stopped squirming, a new realization striking her like thunder.

They touched her once, and would she believe it, they're doing it again.

The scorching hot sea building up in her eyes became a river of bitter weeping. It made her feel so shameful, giving up this quickly. But he could only ask so many questions, with never any answers. Lynn could only yell for help for so long.

And yet, there wasn't anybody but them here. Why was she left all alone?

She didn't even know them, yet her core tingled. Her mouth opened to make way for a groan to come out. Her throat was threatening to barf, all so simultaneously. It was repulsing. And her stomach churned at the sight of Nick smirking evilly. She needed to find a way out.

With newfound energy, she squirmed like a kitten yearning its mommy. There should be a way. There has to be.

"Can you stop fidgeting, you slut!", Nick snapped. Lynn's yelp bouncing back against the walls of her room. Now her center ached with the same pain it did as the first time it happened. He rammed it in again, like before. "We wanted to take it slow with ya, but I guess you just can't wait huh?".

He looked at her manically, and she could've sworn hell's gates lay before her eyes. Lynn gasped when his fingers started a fast-paced rhythm inside.

"Come on. You know you want it wannabe." He urged.

She wanted to retort, but choked on her words. Thrashing limbs had come to cease. If only if it weren't for how the guy behind her was getting a feel of delicate territory. Lynn wished for a short second that she shouldn't have went commando tonight.

"Lynn… Lynn… Lynn…" Tony chanted her name like a cult choir.

"…Stop." She squeaked weakly.

"Lynn…" Yet he continued.

Her lungs made it harder to breathe, like a chord was wrapped around her throat. "Please…" She whimpered, like it would call down a miracle. "Stop it… Just stop!"

If only God could hear her cries. Lynn wanted nothing more than to wake up from this nightmare. Who cares if her bruised ego gets a horrendous amount of torture because she begs for help?

"Lynn…"

Everything was starting to get fuzzy. The room started to spin. Maybe this was panic killing her slowly, maybe it was something else. It was like she was falling to sleep. Did they inject something in her?

Instead of passing out as she expected, her mind had to force her to live in the moment. With a tug from both boys, her entire frame was tossed into her original sleeping position. Soon enough, she realized if nobody was holding her legs down… maybe a small maneuver here and there she can finally-

The candle was blown out as fast as it was lit.

A foreign tight grasp on her wrists resisting her from becoming free was there. But why did her legs tell a different story? There wasn't any warm pressure of hands caging her ankles into place. No pressure, no nothing. She could still feel her trembling feet and everything from the waist down. It was cold. The only thing worn was her shame and dignity seeing her own naked thighs substitute to the red shorts she always wore to sleep. It seemed as if there was a force holding it for Nick.

Right then, she couldn't see much of what was going on. Too much water blurred her vision. But there the silhouette of Nick was. Lynn forced new tears out of her eyes when a new weight came on the bed. She was faster than sonic, speedier than lightning. Yet she couldn't take everything in. Even if she hadn't a sleep deprived mind, things were going all too fast. It was too much. Too much even the tough, unbreakable girl she thought she was.

Nick hovered over her resisting figure. His shadow darkening her peripheral vision.

"You wanna homerun? Girl, I'ma give you a pounding instead." Her eyes widened as he started unbuttoning his pants. Her vision was overwhelmed by what's about to come. She felt her loins twitch, and the knowledge of being even just a little bit turned on had greatly horrified her to the core. Panic swept over her. No… no! She couldn't take it anymore!

"STOP!"

"LYNN!"

"AHH!" She screamed frantically, jolting upwards. Lynn struggled to breathe, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. Her eyes scanned the same room back and forth in a panic, hugging herself with trembling arms. Her heartbeat was beginning to slow down as the environment started to sink in her senses. It was all the same, like the hell that had happened earlier never even happened. It was bright and the sun was shining. It wasn't dark anymore. And the shadows of her violators were missing.

A hand was felt on her knee, and Lynn jumped before slapping the limb with a cry. "Don't touch me!" She yelled. "Not again!"

When there wasn't any other response, she opened her eyes again and realized she had mistaken who the person was. More like people.

"You had taken quite a hit back there." Commented the pajama-clad Lucy. "And now too. Ouch." She said, rubbing her reddish hand.

Lynn darted her eyes to Lucy, then to Lisa, and finally to Lily, who was being carried by the older toddler. "W-what happened?" She asked, trying to control her shaky knees.

"Ah! Staph! No, no!" Lily adorably babbled, doing numerous hand gestures.

Lucy turned to their baby sister, before her older one. "You were screaming a lot. It woke all of us up."

"You had a nightmare, perhaps?"

Lynn was still a little shook, extremely blessed with that fact. But then there was her pride.

"Pft, no." She waved her hand dismissively. "I was battling giant convenient store owners to protect my baby sis." Lynn said, poking Lily by the nose.

She forced out a smile, yet they were all unconvinced.

"Yeah okay. I'm gonna guess their names are Nick and Tony, right?" Lucy said.

"What, how'd you know!-" Lynn stammered before slapping her mouth. "No. What makes you say that?"

"You were talking in your sleep."

There was no way getting out of this. She sighed in exasperation. "Fine. It was a nightmare. It's nothing to worry about though. Not like I'm a baby or an anything…" Lynn muttered under her breath.

Lisa cleared her throat. "Elder sibling, please listen to what I'm about to say."

They all turned their attention to the young genius. "We all know what happened at school yesterday."

Time had paused for Lynn. "W-what?" She swallowed a lump in her throat. "H-how much do you guys know?"

Thin walls. Lynn grumbled. Should've known.

"Not much, just enough to know that you got violated. And from the way you had that nightmare, it must've been pretty horrible." Lucy shrugged.

Lily nodded. "But we not know why you and Linky scolded."

"Lily is correct. As to why Lincoln is part of this, we have not even a clue. I'll have to guess that he must've been involved in this incident."

Lynn let out breath she had held in. "Oh, okay." She nodded. "You guys don't need to worry. I'm Lynn Loud Junior! Nothing's too strong for me."

"Think again.", Lisa started. "After this terrible start of the day, our birth givers had proposed that I give you a special medical test."

Say what now? "I'm completely fine, you guys are worrying about nothing."

"And your subconscious completely proves you wrong." Lisa retorted. "You can't avoid it anyways, elder sibling. Mom and dad would've sent you to an actual shrink anyways."

Lucy nodded. "Yeah. Your screaming kept me up all night." She said. "I would've preferred your snoring instead."

"Dun worry, Lynnie." Lily said, and everyone immediately noticed their older sister becoming stiff. "Wha did I dwo?"

"And this proves my point even further." Lisa mumbles. "Lynn, there's already telltale signs of your mental health being affected by the incident. I need to you to cooperate so we can help you."

Lynn blinked, finally. "Fine, I give in." She grumbled. "Not like I have a choice anyways."

And with that, Lisa and Lily left. Lynn crossed her arms around her chest and whined. What a great way to start the morning. Well, there goes a chance at escaping reality.

Then the events of last night flashed right in front of her. They didn't know the entire story of what happened but what about… Lucy!

"Yo Luce," Her roommate turned her head from her own bed, an open book right on her folded lap. "To whom was that poem targeted to last night?"

Lucy looked skeptical. Surely without those bangs, she'd give Lynn a quirked brow. "Uh, what poem?"

When Lucy was confused, then Lynn was baffled. "What do you mean, 'what poem'? This is the one time I actually listen to your works and you can't even remember what it was?"

She turned away from the jock. "So, you really don't listen to me all along." Lucy paused before looking at Lynn. "And no, Lynn. I still have no clue what you're talking about."

Crap, now she hurt her little sister and yet she had found little to no conclusion! "I- I didn't mean it like that Luce- geez!" She groaned, massaging her tired eyes. "I mean… so you've never written a poem called 'Consequence' or something like that?"

Lucy shook her head no. "That was probably just a dream, Lynn. Right when I went to send dad back into his room, you were already snoring. Fast asleep."

Lynn simply blinked. But all her crying, that big grin of hers, those words… it felt so real.

"Anyway, I gotta go." Lucy closed her book shut. "We still have school, you know."

Once she left, Lynn hopped up out of bed too. On a rare occasion, her body was drained from all energy. Everything that had led to the very end of yesterday having sucked out all her positivity. Her legs were wobbly, and for the first time in forever, Lynn could hardly carry her own light weight. If that wasn't enough to remind her how great her awakening was, she was sweaty all over. Thanks to that nightmare.

Lynn groaned. She needed to shower. Seriously.

She went up to the closet she and Lucy shared, grabbing her towel and robe before coming out of the room to be greeted by the chaos that is her family.

The twins who were at the very end of the line to the bathroom arguing over which of them would go first to the very beginning with Leni who just came out stopped whatever they were as Lynn came out of her room. Luna's rock music paused and what went from being as noisy as a supermarket became an abandoned warehouse. You can even hear the stillest of breathing.

"Hey, LJ." Luna greeted coolly, sitting causally on her amp. "You okay? You were screaming bloody MURDER last night."

"You're telling me. I thought that Texas massacre movie was actually happening!" Luan added, groggily leaning on the wall right behind Lucy, wearing her yellow robe. "You SAW something that bad, huh?"

And the eerily still house was brought back to life, the entire lobby echoing with groans and Luan's trademark laugh with her follow up line, 'Geddit?' afterwards.

"I don't get it." Leni said, before stepping into her room.

"We wish we didn't." Lola mumbled out.

Lynn shrugged. "Sorry to make you guys worry like that. Next time, wear headphones." She said, walking right in line before Lana- who was sulking for having lost her argument with Lola. "Can't really promise this'll be the last."

"I blast ear crushing rock on my music every night, but I'm pretty sure you're screaming wasn't a part of the song, mate." Luna remarked, speaking with her British accent. "You should be a metal rock singer, for all I know. Your yelling was deafening."

"I can vouch." Lucy nodded and was shot a smile by Luna. "But no, thanks. Last thing I wanna see is Lynn becoming a punk emo."

Lynn's ears were perked the entire time. Nobody acted like some catastrophe had befallen her and her soul is now worn on her face with everyone judging her unlike yesterday. Now this is what she liked.

She chuckled. "C'mon Luce, how bad would dying my hair black be?"

Lucy turned to her. "It'd be equivalent to Lori with Clyde."

Upon hearing what Lucy said, everyone in the room gagged. "Not in fwont of Wiwy!" The now awake Lily exclaimed, who just happened to have come out of her room. She had her hands pressed to her ears closed, wearing a look of disgust.

Lynn pulled her tongue out and cringed. "Barf. You're gross."

All Lucy did was grin and laugh in a monotone voice.

After a while, the Loud house was back to normal. There were explosions here, running back and forth, a concert on the left corner, a boxing match in the right. The bathroom line was getting shorter as the minutes pass, and when it came for the twins' turns, they were unfortunately… stuck in kinda a crisis.

"Ugh! Someone wake Luan up? She's blocking our way!" Lola fumed, looking at the passed-out comedian whose head was pressed right at the bathroom door. She snoozed out completely the moment Lucy came out of the bathroom. A little drool was dripping onto the ground.

Luna held in a buttload of laughter, pulling out her phone and taking a snap. "I got this, dudes."

Lynn had watched the whole thing with amusement. Seeing Luna, already been clad in her casual outfit run into her room and come out with a recorder. Right beside her younger sister, she started playing the melody of "All- Star" from Shrek like a pro 12 year old Asian. It didn't take long before Luan jerked up and ran into her room yelling "Benny's calling!", Lynn snorts Luna releases an entire hour's worth of held back laughter.

The twins watched skeptically, and Luna explained between her suffocating laughing fit. "It's her ringtone, okay?" She wheezes. "-And this trick always gets her!"

"Ow! Ow! Not the hair, dude!" The twins and Lynn watched as Luna was getting pulled in by a now fully awake Luan before their room's door get slammed shut. "Oh well. Another one bites the dust, as she'd say." Lana says.

Lola blinked. "Whatever." Was the only thing she said before coming walking into the adjacent bathroom door.

Well, that was fun. Lynn thought as she wore wrapped the towel around her neck, getting tired from holding it. This was an easy win out of running away from the memory of her nightmare and yesterday. She tapped her foot in impatience. 14 years and she's still isn't used to waiting in lines like this.

A small creak had flowed through Lynn's ears despite the rumbling and the tumbling around the house, and she turned around as an instinctive reaction.

The corners of her lips formed a small smile when she saw Lincoln being the source of the noise. She waved at him softly. She hadn't gotten a good look at Lincoln's face to know how he truly was at the moment, but one glimpse at his eyes had given her all the answers she needed. Instead of him returning the smile and wave back at her, he looked at her with a surprised look before returning into his room. Closing his door gently.

Lynn frowned. Oh yeah… He's probably upset at her for turning him away yesterday evening after the talk with their mom. Her heart sank and she looked down at the carpet. There was something about earning numerous occurrences of bad luck in one day that seems to twist your mind into the cliff of your sanity. It wasn't an excuse to drag him down too… unlike before. Lynn's stomach churned in boiling anger. She won't let that same incident with luck happen again. Though never the type to do it… she'll apologize to him. Later. When she gets a chance. Who cares what pride will think of her?

"Lynn, you're up!" Lana's raspy voice drowned her thoughts. She smiled and went in to take a fresh, hot showe-

After getting a feel of the running faucet, she backed down her unfinished statement. "Cold water will do."

"This is your stop!" Leni said, gesturing to her two younger siblings in the backseats.

Finally. Lynn thought, chewing her lip. This was her chance.

Lincoln was already heading up to the school gates, strolling past everyone with his casual bubbly confidence. He was tired, and she could see it from the way he was at home. She guessed it was fine there, because there wasn't a need to wear a mask in front of your family. But here?

"Hey Lincoln!" Lynn called out, and he turned.

She panted a little as she halted, standing right in front of her brother's skeptical look. "Lynn." He said firmly.

"Look," She started. "C-can we talk? It doesn't have to be anywhere private."

Lincoln shook his head no, turning back to the school's gate as he started walking. "You know what mom and dad said."

Being a goody two shoes, only now? "Yeah, but they're not here… I just need to tell you something."

He started to walk faster. "Whatever it is, save it to yourself. I'm not in the mood."

His voice was rigid, and not even once did he take a glance at her. "But this is important and I-"

Nearly running, Lincoln suddenly stopped. Leaning Lynn stunned.

He turned to face her, seeing his own reflection in her eyes. "We have broken the rules once. I don't want us to get in trouble again. You get me?" It was rare, nearly sent Lynn into a daze just by looking at his calm ocean blue eyes. Deeper in the trance she dived in staring into his face, a gasp was almost pushed out of her lungs when she realized that he was frustrated. Just hiding the flurry happening inside his soul.

Unfortunately for her, the thunder was starting to come out of him. "Point is, leave me alone, okay!" Lincoln exclaimed, breaking eye contact with her as he took steps forward. "We can't be together. Not now, not ever."

Lynn was dumfounded. She watched barely even blinking as Lincoln left without a word, his fists clenched and his steps fast. Footsteps stomping to the stairs of the middle school before the doors open and he fades away in the large crowds.

"What have I done…?"

Lincoln huffs, steps echoing as he crosses through the sea of students in the hallways. It was lunch time and his friends were probably looking for him by now.

The entire day went surprisingly great. Other than that small dispute with Lynn this morning, the events afterwards were nothing but miracles by now. Though keeping a low profile, Lincoln could safely say that none of his peers are aware of what happened yesterday. Nobody gave him weird stares like how his family did, nor did any of them gave off a suspicious aura as if they were analyzing his every movement. Plus, he got an A in a test he never studied for- call it luck or whatever, Lincoln didn't care. Chandler wasn't present in school, for some reason. Not even a soul cared to ask about his whereabouts. He's an a-hole anyways. And as for Mr. Bolhofner, well… that's the best part!

He too, is absent. And they had to get a substitute teacher instead that was 10 times much nicer than The Holf. Much cleaner too.

Everything boiling down to that last surprise came off as suspicious to him given that the events of yesterday were the absolute epitome of hell. Buuuuut hey, it's better to enjoy it while it lasts. And here he wonders, who's that rat mom said would watch over them?

Lincoln rushed his way out of the big crowds the same way he does at home. He picked at his pocket and grabbed his phone. 15 minutes since walking out already? Geez! That's fast! He only had 25 minutes left to spare for the entire lunch period! Shoot!

He hastened his movements before rushing- nearly sprinting his way to the cafeteria. After about a few minutes of running though, his unfit excuse of a body was screaming for his long dues. He panted and weighed his arms on his knees as he leaned on a locker for balance. It was clear he had an absolute distaste for anything related to physical exercise, but maybe doing it sometimes wouldn't hurt him too badly. Besides, seeing the rest of the students which included his classmates acting relaxed and sluggish did a lot to calm his nerves down. Yeah. What was he so worried about? It's not like the hall monitor can get to him.

The mere mention of her nickname was enough to send gray skies above Lincoln's head. Lynn.

He shrugs his shouting conscience. So what if she's hurt? She did the exact same thing to him yesterday. All is fair in love, that's what they'd say. Lincoln really needed time away from her. Seriously. After last night, after all that happened yesterday, he needed to breathe. It's not like he's exactly in the right state of mind to talk to her yet anyways. There's still a heavy weight in his chest from her shocking reaction for his stupid apology. And he does blame himself a little but… whatever. Lincoln mentally vacuum cleaned the self-tying rope in his mind. Stop complicating things. This will NOT ruin his day.

As for now, he'll skip off to the lunch table and casually chat with his buddies like nothing ever happened-

Lincoln hadn't realized how long he'd been leaning by a random locker until shadows of multiple people started blocking out the view of the hallways. Footsteps were heard approaching him and when Lincoln turned to see the source of the noise, he found an entire gang of older boys huddling up around him.

Oh no… Lincoln had only been in this middle school for a few months, but it was long enough to know who they were. "H-hey…Sorry if it looks like I'm intruding in personal territory…" He stammered out with a nervous grin, sweat falling off his brow as he stealthily tries to sneak out. "I'm just gonna go and leave now-"

Keyword being tried. "Where do you think you're going, dork?"

He gulped. Forget what he said about today being awesome. Lincoln spoke too soon.

"Hey Lynn, you're oddly quiet today." Margo pointed out.

"Yeah, something up?" Paula asked.

She wasn't listening to them as both her friends talked, but her head perked up when her name was mentioned. "Hm?"

"What's wrong with you? You're acting so not yourself today." Margo gave her a concerned look.

Lynn puffed out her chest and breathed in. "What, me? I'm fine, Margo." She said defensively, her radiant smile screaming braggart worn on her face.

Paula and her shoot her a suspicious look, like they were reading her. "Seriously! What's there to worry about?"

"For starters, you aren't wearing your badge and flexing your muscles all around."

Her strong façade was quickly cut short and Lynn jammed her fingers in her pockets, her hall-monitor badge and whistle placed inside her bag out of shame. Yes, she still had a job to do. The responsibility was there, but Lynn hated it. She knew what to do, but maybe this time, it wouldn't hurt to tone down a little with her discipline, and gloating on how highly respected she is.

"Figured it was annoying, is all." Lynn shrugged.

The trio continued to walk along the halls. It was nearing the end of lunch and Lynn was doing her daily hall patrolling, side by side with her friends as they insisted. "Hey, uh, where's Maddie anyways? Haven't seen her around today."

Then as quickly as that, the topic had switched. "Oh yeah, she couldn't come to lunch with us because something apparently came up." Paula said. "She was in a rush, so we couldn't ask what's going on."

Lynn didn't reply, since her eyes were focused on the hallway. Looking front and back to whichever mischievous student would dare to cross her right now. It happened yesterday, and if she could just ignore the obscenities that came shortly after, then Lynn knew it shouldn't happen again. From the chasing Chandler to the bumping with her little bro and everything that came forth. She wouldn't allow it to happen again. Not again.

"Don't hurt me!" Yet as if life had a way of repeating history, she heard a cry. A deathly familiar one.

The trio turned right to the next hallway, and there was a crowd forming around. Mixed looks of sympathy, anger, and fear terrorizing their expressions. Right at the center of the crowd, were a circle of jocks kicking and punching the ground. Yet there was a scream emanating within all this. And if coming closer from afar, there was a smaller figure inside their huddle. The source of the loud cries.

"Guys, go on without me!" Lynn turned to her friends. "I've got some butts to kick!"

She was greeted with the best of luck before running out of the trio to head to the source of the noise. "Get outta the way!" Lynn pushed a random student away, doing the same for the crowd of people gathering around. Upon finally getting a good view after propping herself up with her toes… No!

A gasp was pushed out of her throat when the nagging ache in her tummy was confirmed. "Lincoln!"

Every one forming the circle moved away for Lynn once her scream was heard. There her little brother was, getting savagely beaten by the notorious brutes of the school. He was whimpering, and witnessing the sickening act was both squeezing her heart and building up fire inside.

"Take that, lil' bastard!"

"S-stop! I d-didn't do anything!"

"Yes, you did! That terrible excuse of a sister was with you, wasn't she?" Her ears perked. "Yeah! The one who sucked you off yesterday? Ha! Bet she's a real keeper, is she?"

Her stomach churned and Lynn snapped her head to the audience listening in shock. Their reactions ranging from disgust to utter horror.

"All of you, d-don't just stand there! Call the authorities!" Lynn commanded, and the rest of the students ran in a panic. The entire hallway had degraded into a chaotic stampede, with everyone fearing for their lives screaming bloody murder calling out to school faculty as she asked.

Once said and done, the 6 jocks had ceased their assault on Lincoln. One of them, who was an Asian with a build of an NFL player, gripped Lincoln by the neck and pinned him against the locker. The rest turned to her, and Lynn's face turned white.

"Well, well, well… Isn't it ole' farty-McStink-Pants."

Lynn stammered on her words, a barely lifted, trembling hand pointing towards the man who had turned to her. "D-Dylan…?"

He snorted. "The one and only." The black, muscular man said.

Time froze for Lynn, and her pupils darted between the crying, bruised Lincoln and the shadowing man right in front of her. Apprehension replaced what used to be anger and courage. She was a second away from running off in a dash before disaster strikes again. Cowardly, but better safe than sorry. "W-what're you doing here?"

Dylan crosses his arms with a proud smile. "Came to visit. Happy to see me?"

But after a glance at her brother's face- there was a trickle of blood coming from his forehead. Slow flow, yet the red river was there. Lynn started to shake, not out of fear. Her breaths were coming shallow, and her throat was threatening to burst out into a growl. Every single reconsideration and hesitation had been blown away like paper on the wind, and Lynn's head started warming up. There was no turning back.

"Quit standin' like a wimp over there and-"

The small girl lunged at the 200-pound man. Out of shock, he tripped over his own feet and bonked his head against the ground, remaining down. With the door fully opened, Lynn ran into it and threw her strongest blows to his face. Out of sheer luck, Dylan recovered from the trauma and ignored the ringing in his ear. Pushing Lynn out of his chest and throwing her on the ground. "Boys! Get 'er!"

Years of athletic training and sports competitions were coming into good use now. Once the shadows of huge guys began to come closer, Lynn's mind was already finalizing her analysis on ways to attack them on their weakest spots. With two guys side by side coming the closest to her, she soared on the air and pressed their heads together with a battle cry, using as much as her strength as she could. And like that, the two of them were stunned. Struggling to walk on their own feet, the lanky guy collapsed on the ground and the other one who had a shorter but bigger structure hit an open locker right across her. Falling to his bottom as the back of his skull had directly made contact with the edge of the open door with a bang.

Lynn panted as beads of sweat roll down her forehead. She wiped them away, and smirked at her handiwork. With her muscle memory, Lynn sent a back-heel kick to the figure behind her. She looked down at the man now writhing on the ground who happened to be Dylan, holding his sore jewels. "Owwwww, this happened TWICE." He groaned out.

She takes this as another chance. Stepping up in front of him, Lynn threateningly lifts a hill right above his crotch. Dylan widens his eyes and looks at Lynn with a pleading frown.

"No, no! Not again! I'll never get laid if you do it!" He protects his crotch by covering it with both of his hands. Lynn mischievously smiles. Perfect.

Dylan's shriek was heard across the entire hallway when Lynn proceeded to hop, landing her cleats spot on, right on his chest. She kicked his face, treating it as a soccer ball a she huffed with every move. "This. Is. What. You. Get." Lynn said in between breaths. "For. Hurting. My. BROTHER!"

An uppercut from her shoe to his jaw was when Lynn could at last taste victory, but Dylan had tilted his body and ended up nearly outbalancing Lynn. "Nice try, Stinky!" He mocked, propping himself up on his arms. "You can't get me this ti-"

"Too slow!" Lynn let out a throaty cackle and sent him a roundhouse kick, knowing his head over. Dylan whined in pain, complaining about how he couldn't feel his body. Lynn grinned, wiping sweat off her brow. "Whining's for losers, baby."

She looks around, the 3 boys she nearly knocked out were staying put where they were. "3 down, 3 more to go…" Her voice trailed away when she looked around and the person she was fighting for was gone. So was that guy holding him down. "Did I seriously tire myself out for nothing? C'mon!" She kicked the ground in frustration and anxiety. Where could he be? Where were the other 3?

"Lincoln!" She started calling out worriedly. Roaming around the halls. "Come on, stop playing games with me!"

"YOU'RE GOING DOWN, PONYTAIL!" A thunderous voice echoed through the hallways, and Lynn jumped with a yelp.

Upon turning around, it was already too late.

"Gah!" Lynn choked out, thrashing her limbs and pulling away the meaty hands pressed on her neck. "W-where's my brother!"

They ignore her questions and as long as the time stretched, Lynn was beaten in her own game. Literally. Until then, the 3 boys left were having their fun taking turns in using her as a punching bag and she fought against them. Giving her all. But her all wasn't enough. And eventually, her body was getting drained, near to the point of collapsing. Her vision was darkening, the sounds around were becoming unclear and there was ringing in her ears.

She felt a fist collide with her forehead, and Lynn passed out.

Author's Note:

Things just keep building and building up into this one fragile tower, doesn't it? Well, it doesn't stop here! More questions keep popping in, and you'd have to wonder if there's ever gonna be closure. Is Lucy faking it or did truly fall asleep? Does Lynn actually have a mental problem now? And why did those random guys beat Lincoln up? How did they even know the secrets that lay within yesterday's time frame? Who is Dylan and why does Lynn so bitterly despise him?

As for Lynn and Lincoln themselves, are they gonna make up? Lincoln's being a sourpuss and Lynn may be remorseful, but none of them can talk when unconscious can they?

Stay tuned for the next chapter of Beyond Two Siblings: Low Profile; High Reputation to find out!

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