Lucy didn't know how to speak to the boy who she called her brother. He was estranged, and responded with everything she had said so far with pure aggression and anger. She breathed once more. "Where are we going?" she said, looking back at her brother. "We're going to the store. I want to get my kids some sweets. They didn't have many in Balthea, it wasn't very big there." Lincoln smiled. Lucy noticed that whenever he talked about Balthea or his daughters, it always ended with a smile. "The world you went to, how was it?". Lincoln looked at her. "Honestly, incredibly different. Two countries could be separated by a single wall but one side has been to one of the two moons and the other still believes that their king is god. I lived on a small island. The people were light skinned, with what looked like eurocentric features. They had pink hair, and some gorgeous eyes''. He listed off the looks and appearances of the people he had encountered. Lucy listened in detail. She wanted to be able to talk to him about this stuff. "Their mother was the prettiest of them all'' he said. He kicked a rock, which scattered along the trail. "Where is she?".
Lincoln immediately turned sour once more. "Dead." he said. Lucy felt bad for asking. Maybe she should stick to asking safer questions. "You said they didn't have many sweets. What DID they have?" she said. Lincoln smiled once more. "They had ice cream. It was amazing. It was made from a kind of 'Milk fish'. The fish itself was massive". Lincoln started giggling. "When I first saw it i was so confused. Cause I just saw all these guys milking the udders of this shark lookin' thing.". Lucy smiled. She had asked the right question. As the two talked about the world, about his daughters, the war, the end of his stay. Lucy had an idea. She could be the children's mother. Not in a strange incestous way, but the way an aunt would raise her sisters (or brothers) children.
She felt a rock hit her forehead. It hurt a lot. Lucy lifted her hand, and touched the damaged area lightly. A small amount of blood trickled down. Lincoln noticed this, and whipped around in an instant. High School bullies. He was analyzing them. Two girls, one boy. All couldn't have been less than 15 years old. One girl was african american, brown hoodie and jeans. The boy was taller, at around 5'10. He stood giggling with another rock in his hand. The third girl was recording the whole ordeal, a sly smile on her face. She was white. A pale blue hoodie wrapped over her top half of the body, with the bottom half cut off completely. The boy chucked another rock at Lincoln, who caught it. He studied it, tossed it up twice, before aiming, and throwing it as hard as possible. Bullseye
The woman's phone snapped in half in an instant. "Bro what the fuck!" the older boy said. He started walking over to Lincoln. He threw a punch, which was dodged easily. Lincoln shoved him over, taking joy in watching him tumble. "Apologize for throwing a rock at my sister". The boy stuck a middle finger up at him in return. Lincoln shrugged, brought his leg up, and slammed it down. The teen rolled out of the way, narrowly dodging the stomp. Looking back, a hole was left in the stone he once layed on. If he could do that much damage to literal rock, what would have happened if he didnt move? The teen stood up, "H-hey! Im sorry, okay? I won't do it again, I swear".
Lincoln stepped forward. The teen stepped backwards. The older boy turned away and ran quickly, abandoning his two female friends. They took off after him, and so did Lincoln. It didn't take much for him to catch up. And it didn't take more than a good punch to dislocate the guy's jaw. As the two girls kept running, Lincoln searched the pockets of the boy, pulling out a wallet. Opening it up, he grinned. "Lucy! 60 bucks!" he laughed. She walked over, still holding her forehead. "What are we gonna do with that?" she asked
Lincoln replied simply. "We're gonna buy a shit load of junk food"
