H&H Go Bye-Bye!
Hiding in an alley amongst garbage a town over, Lincoln stealthy and quietly shot pictures of his two biggest targets through the camera he'd burrowed from Luanne.
Hank and Hawk were skipping school and grabbing lunch at a diner. Judging by how the waiter seemed antsy around them as he delivered their chocolate cake slices, the two were just as ruthless at home as when they visited Royal Oaks. Still, if they were fed, they seemed okay.
Then came the other reason he was stalking them; another teenager waving to them and then handing each a backpack under the table, which they took and headed off somewhere else. He could make out some talk about his late former teacher, but paid it no mind.
As the two thugs went their own separate ways, Lincoln had and took the opportunity to snap pics of their arms.
"Got it."
The bandaged Loud then slinked away and made his way to the midpoint: The fake motel Luanne had set up. Still standing and in contact; including the manager costume his comedic sister had used. He was elated to have remembered this place as had followed Hank and Hawk via bike and that it had power, along with some pet food for Charles. Evidentially, Luanne had been planning on the possibility of the Pets being there.
"System ready for digitization."
Lincoln looked at the pictures of the thuggish teenagers and after a moment of contemplation, put Hank's away.
"I may want revenge, but I'm NOT doing any one not…You know, there's no way to say this and not sound racist, you know what I mean."
He put them into the machine and then cleared his throat, deepening his throat,
"We like milk chocolate."
Too deep, he sounded Russian.
"We like milk chocolate."
Less deep, but now he sounded like a that Douche in 'Sausage Party.' Still he was getting closer.
"…We like milk chocolate."
A perfect copy of Hawk's voice. The handlers were never the same. Still, he'd be playing it safe.
DING!
Out popped a perfect copy of Hawk's face. Lincoln then made his way over to Charles, who was nawing on something.
"Charles, no. That's not for chewing…yet."
The dog had been gnawing on silts, which Lincoln took from him and grabbed a saw, cut them in quarters. Stuffing them into the Manager disguise's legs, he then slipped some pillows into the arms to emulate muscles before slipping on the mask.
He now looked exactly like Hawk, even smirking like him. Charles whimpered and ran away as Lincoln began to chuckle.
"Time for payback."
'Operation: Disassemble Durant's gang so that my family is safe and all those sons and daughter of bitches pay for destroying my face dang it thought I nipped the long name habit also really glad Lucy, Lana, Lola, Lisa and Lily are not here to hear me curse' was a go, and the day came to strike was the next day.
He'd move tonight.
LH-DM
Hank and Hawk were playing video games, oblivious to everything else around them. They had 2 hours before the hand off, so they were killing time.
A pity they were paying attention, otherwise they might've noticed the two hands rising behind them, each hand holding a rag.
1 Minute later
"You know? With all the showings in movies and TV, you'd think Chloroform would be harder to come by." The attacker mused to the reader. "But apparently, nope. Oh well. Would've gone with a baseball bat, but that'd leave a bump."
He then tossed his trench coat and hat to the side, revealing what looked like Hawk in a sweatshirt. Spying the two unconscious boys, he took Hawk's shirt and slipped it on before heading to the diner.
"Where's Hank?" The waiter asked.
"Out sick." 'Hawk' replied. "My usual for here and his to go."
The waiter did as ordered and Lincoln enjoyed a hot dog meal as he waited for the handlers. This time, it was the long-haired guy who had threatened his sisters. 'Hawk' hid any anger in his form and wiped his mouth clean.
"Hey. Wasn't expecting you."
The boy giggled.
"I was in the area….Where's…?"
"Out sick." 'Hawk' replied, reaching for the backpacks, but the boy held onto one.
"….You don't know where the other one goes. That's the rule."
"I know, but this is a one time thing." 'Hawk' said. "You want Mr. D to get pissed?"
The boy's smile vanished, and he handed the other backpack to his comrade.
"The Corner store near the pool."
"Got it. See ya around." 'Hawk' saluted, taking Hank's lunch with him and bounding off. Luckily, he'd seen that store before when his sisters and he had been searching for a pool to go to, so he headed that way first. Luckily, the boy didn't follow him.
A quick visit to return Hawks shirt and gasping at the cash in the backpacks later, Lincoln and Charles made their way back to their Royal Oaks home, laughing at how much trouble Hank and Hawk would get into for this and looking forward to buying proper supplies for the machine along with some good food and maybe some comics as well.
This ended when a newspaper hit Lincoln's face and he feel off hos bike. He had reached to toss it away, but stopped when he saw something.
"…No…No, no, no! Please…!"
He already knew what to do with all this cash.
LH-DM
HERE LIES ALBERT HASTINGS
LOVING FATHER, GRANDFATHER, HUSBAND AND A GREAT SOLIDER
The loss of his look-alike grandson had been too much, even with Myrtle and his friend's support. Thus, the Louds were at their second funeral in a month. They cried opening, the one upside being Myrtle moving in to help them cope.
Lynn Sr had reached for his checkbook to pay for the simple but beautiful ceremony, but he was stopped.
"Oh, no need. Someone already paid."
Off to the side, Lincoln held in his sobs.
Pop-Pop was gone. Because of him…
He wanted to wait until the others left and pay his respects to his hero, but the rage grew in Lincoln too quickly and he dashed away to his and Charles' home. He then broke down, inadvertently tearing off some of his bandages and exposing some of his burns.
And with that thought came a question he had been avoiding asking himself:
"What am I?"
He was far stronger than an adult, could no longer feel heat…and then there was his damaged body.
"WHAT THE HELL AM I? SOME KIND OF FREAK? YEAH, THAT'S WHAT I AM!" Lincoln roared at his reflection. "SAY! BURNS AIN'T ENOUGH! I NEED TO SOMETHING ELSE!"
He then spied an abandoned construction hat and slapped it on.
"THERE! NOW I GOT A FUNNY HAT! SEE THE DANCING FREAK! PAY FIVE BUCKS TO SEE THE DANCING FREAK! ONLY FIVE BUCKS TO SEE THE DANCING FREAK! JUST FIVE BUCKS!"
As Lincoln ranted and raved, Cliff was quick to hide behind a pillar, whimpering in sadness and terror of his master's behavior. Said master rants died soon, replaced with charging to pillars and delivering brutal punches before roaring as loud as he could, scaring birds away.
He then saw a table decorated with pictures and tossed the table away, not caring about his operation. What was the point if his family fell apart before he did anything?!
Suddenly he felt something hit his feet. In rage, Lincoln prepared to punch it away before he saw what it was:
His baby book.
BEEP!
The skin was ready!
Delighted at this, Lincoln raced towards the machine, which produced a perfect replication of his face and hands.
Tears escaped his eyes as Charles jumped into his arms, licking said tears away.
"Let's go home, boy."
LH-DM
While one funeral ended, two more were about to needed.
The door to Hawk's family was swung open and in stormed a very irritated Durant.
"Where is the money, boys?"
" Mr. Durant! Sorry, we slept in!" Hawk said lightly.
"Don't lie, Hawk. You made the time. And Hank…You look well for a sick boy." Durant mused.
"Sick?" Hank asked. "What're you…?"
The two teens saw the time. It was 4:00. They had missed the exchange.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Durant!" Hawk and Smiley said at the same time, but the man paid no attention, seeing the game system the two teens had bought with what he had paid them, along with magazines for the newest version.
Durant let out a breath and asked again.
"Where's the money, Hawk? You knew BOTH drop-offs."
"Mr. Durant, I swear! I don't know! The last thing I remember, it was 10 and were gaming!"
He was telling the truth.
"Well Hawk…Have a nice flight." Durant smiled.
Before Hawk could ask what his boss meant by that, the boy found himself being flung on the window of his family's apartment and falling to the ground, 10 floors below. Hank screamed for his friend but was backhanded and knocked out.
"Smiley? I do believe Hank would make adequate company for your sister." Durant mused, making his right hand boy giggled as he dragged Hank away….
To be continued…
Next Time: The Return of the Son; Lincoln and the louds reunite…but will all end well?
Sorry for taking so long to continue this; I was struggling to find a believable way for Lincoln to impersonate his attackers and what kind of fall out would happen/how to order the chapter. Belated wishes of RIP for Fred Willard, the voice of Pop-Pop Loud. He will be missed.
A little bit of Lincoln conversing with the reader in this chapter which I aim to continue throughout the story, as well as a little jab to the Darkman in how Peyton was always lucky everyone he impersonated was White. That had to be addressed….but wasn't sure how to word it.
You may have also noticed that I have also decided to make this a single, epic story instead of three smaller stories for simplicity's sake.
If you have any suggestions or question, feel free to PM me or leave them in a review.
Keep safe until next we meet again, read and Review, would ye Kindly?