Death of a Loud

by Parrot23

When Lynn Sr is killed in a terrorist attack, Lincoln blames himself, and enlists the help of his friends to track down the killer. But Lincoln doesn't seem like himself; as though another being has taken control of him. Can the friends save Lincoln from himself, before he does something even he can't fix?

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Cemetery

He walked through the cemetery, the cold wind nipping his ears. Gravestones covered in moss and mold surrounded him, while dead trees towered above. Frank Brown was an ordinary man. An ordinary man who'd suffered so much in the past years.

*cut to flashback

12 years ago, he's been in a road accident; a road accident that killed his wife. Two months later, he had become an alcoholic, and would often get drunk and physically abuse his kids. 1 month later, and he was behind bars for child abuse. 10 years later, and he's out of jail, but isn't allowed to see his kids and is broke. He is full of regret, guilt, sadness and a range of other negative emotions. And that's when the nightmares started. Every night he would relive the same dream; how he couldn't save his wife, how he abused and lost guardianship of his kids, how he basically failed and lost everything he loved. And as though the nightmares weren't enough, he also had to deal with… the voice. It would come, every time he felt sad or angry or regretful or guilty or any other negative emotion. It would haunt him, every time he felt this way.

*cut back to the present.

Frank walked towards a particular grave, and upon seeing it, he fell to his knees and sobbed quietly, knowing he could never forgive himself, and that if his wife was here, she wouldn't either.

"Poor little Frankie. Crying, over the wife he couldn't save." the voice remarked.

"Go away." Frank said quietly through his tears, "why torture me when I've been through enough."

"Torture? I am offended you think of it like that Frank."

"What even are you? For two years, you've done nothing but give me trouble." he yelled, his voice echoing through the desolate graveyard.

"You don't know what I am?" the raspy voice chuckled, "I thought you would've figured that out by now, but because you asked so nicely, I'll tell you. I, am a demon, a servant of Satan, and I have used you, as my host."

"But why me?" Frank questioned.

"Because, my friend, you are full of negative emotions. Anger, sadness, pain, regret, guilt. I feed on these emotions."

"Well why don't you just leave and go back to hell?"

"Oh no. I have to stay on Earth, or else Satan will punish me severely. But, I could find another host."

"Well why don't you do that?!" Frank exclaimed.

"It would require you to do something." The demon answered in a sinister voice

"And that is?" Frank asked, a bit irritably.

"You would have to kill someone." he said happily.

"KILL SOMEONE! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?" the man yelled, "You wouldn't even get a host."

"You really aren't the brightest, are you?" the demon remarked, "I would get a host. For example, if you killed say… a father. Then his children would be upset for a while, and I could make them my host and feed off their sadness."

"I'm still not killing anyone."

"Really? Even if it meant you could see your children again?"

Frank paused for a moment and thought.

"Alright, I'll do it." he said sadly.

"Perfect. Now where to start?" the demon asked.

Suddenly, a flyer flew into Frank's face. He took it off and looked at it.

"Ace Saavy Convention this Sunday." He murmured

"Perfect, we'll start there." the voice chuckled, "Now let's get ready."