I do not own the Loud House or any of its characters. This is merely a work of fan fiction
The eyes of a white-haired boy slowly began to open, absorbing the sunlight from the scorching sun. His entire body ached in pain, as he slowly tried to lift his body off of the dirty floor. All he had on was a pair of ripped and dirtied grey sweatpants, and his shirt and shoes were nowhere in sight. Cuts and bruises plastered all around his now sunburnt body and face, while his white hair was long and messy. Upon sitting up, the boy looked down at his dirty and bloodied hands, noticing that they were shaking uncontrollably. The boy was Lincoln Loud, now at the age of 16.
He took a glance at his surroundings, examining the carnage that surrounded him. He was currently sitting in the living room of a destroyed house. The wall in front of him had a giant hole smashed through it revealing the vast landscape of a poverty-ridden town. stretching like a vast sea were hundreds of shack-like houses that were crudely made and almost falling apart. Behind it covering the skyline was a large hill where a vast city sat. on top of that hill rested a large statue of an angelic figure, peering down on the land. This was the city of Quito.
"Damn, I'm still in Ecuador", Lincoln thought to himself. He turned his gaze to his right, where a flipped-over and destroyed truck lay right in the living room with him. It was clear that the truck flew into the house, crashing in the middle of the living room. He could see the corpse of a man splattered on the wall behind him. You honestly couldn't even tell what it was given that its current state was a pile of bloody mush. It sent a shiver down the boy's spine. The driver's side of the truck also had a dead man, though, he was unrecognizable, as a hole was blasted through his face. Lying unconscious next to Lincoln were a man and a girl. The man seemed to be in his late 30s. He was a heavier-built man, bald with a bushy beard. All he was wearing was a white tank top and blue boxers. beside him was a young 19-year-old girl. Her dark brown hair was long and messy, covering one of her eyes. All she was wearing was a ripped-up baggy white t-shirt, black underwear, and a pair of black dirtied combat boots. The girl was Taylor, someone that Lincoln once considered a bully when he was younger. What seemed like ages ago, the girl once bullied Lincoln relentlessly with her two friends over a bus seat...but now, over a series of bizarre events, the unlikely pair have become closer like siblings, though, not willingly. Both Taylor and the man were unconscious, dirty, and covered in cuts and bruises.
"Taylor...Amari..." Lincoln quietly said. Every word he said hurt his chest, as the boy struggled to stay awake. he tried to crawl to them, wincing in pain with each movement he took. Just then, he heard the sound of a helicopter approaching them, followed by police sirens. His eyes suddenly shot open in fear, finally realizing the situation that he was in.
"Fuck me...FUCK ME" he shouted. The rush of adrenaline quelled the pain that engulfed his body, as he found himself getting to his feet and rushing over to Taylor and Amari. The sound of a megaphone turning on stopped the boy dead in his tracks, before the deep voice of a man began to talk in Spanish.
"WE HAVE THE WHOLE FUCKING PLACE SURROUNDED SHITHOLES. GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE WITH YOUR HANDS UP OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE" the man shouted. Lincoln peaked through the giant hole in the middle of the wall. His heart stopped in fear at the sight before him. Outside in the street in front of the house was a horde of police officers and soldiers, all taking cover behind police cruisers and armored trucks with their rifles aimed at the house. A man with a mustache and sunglasses in a green camo uniform stood on top of one of the military trucks holding a megaphone. Surrounding him were even more soldiers and police officers, all armed to the teeth. Above in the sky hovering over them were two attack helicopters, armed with miniguns and missiles aiming directly at the house.
"YOU HAVE TILL THE COUNT OF FIVE ASSHOLES"! the man shouted through the megaphone.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck, come on wake the fuck up you guys". Lincoln said panicking as he violently shook both Taylor and Amari in hopes that they would wake up. As he was doing this, he noticed Amari had a colt .45 tucked behind his underwear. Without even thinking, Lincoln pulled it out and checked the magazine, slightly relieved that it had all 7 rounds in it. He loaded the mag back into the gun and cocked it. A process that the Loud Boy was ashamed to admit that he knew all too well. Sweat began to pour down his face, his heart was racing, and his hands shook uncontrollably.
"5..." Lincoln limped over to the wall, taking cover beside the hole.
"4..." He took a deep breath and tried to quell his fear, but to no avail.
"3..." His hands were now shaken violently, the fear racing through his mind. He knew he was going to die here. Hell, the moment he arrived in this country he knew he was going to die here.
"2..." His life began to flash before his eyes. His Mom and Dad, all of his sisters, his friends, Clyde and his family, Ronnie Anne and her family, everyone at school, and Royal Woods. All of
it flashed before his eyes.
"1..." where did it all go wrong?
"...OPEN FIRE"!
Authors Note: Soooooo yea, this is my first fanfiction pretty much ever! Well, it's my first attempt at writing...I've been on a GTA marathon lately and just thought it would be fun to write this. Not sure where it's going to go but I'll keep this fic updated as much as I can. So I hope y'all enjoy it. Feel free to say anything that crosses your mind! ESPECIALLY FEEDBACK OR CRITICISM, as I genuinely want to do better.
