Lincoln slowly opened his eyes, revealing a large cloud of smoke. He felt a sharp pain on his head, and there was high-pitched ringing in his ears. He thought back to what happened; he and his dad had been standing near the stage, and it… exploded. Lincoln looked to his side, only to see the mayor's cold, lifeless body. But that wasn't what concerned him. He was concerned about someone else.
"Dad?" he called out softly. Upon hearing no answer, he shouted more loudly, "Dad!? Dad!"
The boy quickly tried to get up, but a sharp pain attacked his ribs and he fell. This time he rose more slowly. Lincoln's panic grew, as he travelled through the thick white smoke.
Lynn Loud Sr was on his back when he woke up. He tried getting up, but his right leg felt like it had been stabbed. He checked his leg, only to see a 5 inch shard or glass jammed in the side of his leg. He poked it, only to yelp out in pain.
"Hey where's- Lincoln!" He called out. He tried standing up again, but simply fell the floor, so instead he arm-crawled along the dead grass.
"Lincoln! Lincoln?!" Lynn shouted as loud as he could but still didn't receive an answer. Suddenly, a figure stepped out of the smoke and approached the Loud.
"Oh thank goodness. Sir, can you please help me? I can't find my son." Lynn begged, trying to not shed any tears.
"I don't care about your son." The demon responded coldly. The demon (using Frank's body) kicked Lynn in the ribs, causing the man to groan, and flipped the father onto his back. The demon bent down to get a good look at the shard of glass embedded in the patriarch's leg, and sinisterly smiled.
"What's this I wonder?" he questioned happily, pointing to the shard. He proceeded to press the shard further into Lynn's leg, causing him to shriek in pain.
Lincoln heard a shriek through the fog and limped as quickly as he could (which wasn't very fast) towards the source of the noise.
The demon planted his foot on Lynn's chest, causing the Loud to groan. The demon stuck out his hand, and analysed Lynn, "Lynn Loud Sr, father of eleven. Perfect." The demon grinned, took his foot off of Lynn, and pointed a pistol at his chest.
Lincoln finally made it through various clouds of, only to see the demon (in Frank's body) pointing his gun at his father's chest. The white-haired boy froze in fear. His conscience begged him to shout out, but no noise came out of his mouth. His eyes were wide open, and his heart thumped against his chest, but still, no noise came out of his mouth.
"I hope you've had a good life Lynn." The demon snickered, as the weakened man stayed still, ready to accept his fate. Lincoln had tears streaming down his face, as he limped toward his father.
But it was too late. The gunshot echoed throughout the whole of Royal Woods, and the deafening sound range through Lincoln's ears, causing him pain. But he didn't care. He still kept limping towards his father, while the demon only smiled maniacally at the boy. Lincoln finally reached his father, and gently shook him,
"Dad? Dad?" but received no response.
Lincoln looked up at the demon in Frank's body who gave him a wide smile, and the boy lunged himself at the demon, but before he could make contact, the demon disappeared with a cackle, causing Lincoln to land on the ground chest first. He slowly got up and rushed over to his father's body.
"Dad? Dad?" Lincoln said, trying to hold back his tears. Lynn's body shifted a bit.
"Lincoln…" he responded weakly.
"Hold on dad, I can stop the bleeding." Lincoln said, pulling out a crumpled tissue from his pocket and placing on the spot where the bullet had penetrated. Seeing that this had little effect, Lincoln couldn't hold back his tears anymore; but he still had hope.
"Lincoln.."
"It's alright dad, I'll get help," he said through tears, "help! Anyone, help! Please!" he wasn't able to hold back anymore; tears were streaming down his face, praying that it wouldn't happen.
"Lincoln!" his dad said a bit more loudly, grabbing Lincoln's attention, "Lincoln, listen, I'm probably not gonna make it. But that's alright; I lived my life. I had 11 wonderful children, a loving wife, brilliant friends. And I wouldn't give it for the world."
"Dad don't say that, please, I promise, I'll find you a way out of this." Lincoln pleaded through tears.
"Lincoln," Lynn said, squeezing Lincoln's hand, "I love you kiddo, you are the best son that a father could ask for." Lincoln gently lay himself down next to his dying father. Hand in hand. Lincoln felt his father's warmth, protecting him from the cold trying to nip his ears. But suddenly, there was no warmth. And his father wasn't holding his hand anymore. Now, there was only a cold, pale body, and next to it, a white-haired boy, who was crying waterfalls of tears. His father was dead. Lincoln continued to cry rivers of tears, which streamed down his face, all while one thought ran through his mind; It's all my fault. It's my fault he was even here in the first place. It's all my fault.
