A/N: I did say it wasn't the end, right? Please enjoy.
Disclaimer: The Loud House belongs to Nickelodeon and I do not make any money writing this fic.
Summary: It all began with an innocent look that soared the sporty girl and the man with the plan down a path not meant for them to take together, searing their hearts under siege. LynnColn
Siege of Hearts
Chapter 17
Dreams.
Last day of July, 1997
Royal Woods, Michigan-USA.
Summer vacation.
Lincoln grunted in his sleep, turning to the side, scratching his ass unconsciously. The boy slept soundly not having a slight ounce of energy after his tryst with his sister that lasted until the ungodly hours of the night; his body trying to recharge after giving so much of him. Yet Lynn Loud wasn't known to have an ounce of mercy in her bone as she stared at her brother with a feral expression of amusement for what she was about to do. As soon as he turned on his back, she could observe his thick bulge across the thin sheet that covered him. A flash of pleasure went directly to her cunny, her legs bulging from the unexpected surge of excitement as her memories came forth, but she waved them off walking at the foot of his bed, getting back into her game, she leaned down and as carefully as she could, she flicked her palm across his boner, slapping his man flesh.
The result was instantaneous.
Lincoln shot off the bed with a pained scream, tangling his limbs with the sheets and in the commotion, he fell face down on the ground with a pained grunt.
He groaned on the ground and that's when he heard something that immediately made him sent red.
Lynn laughed hysterically at the pathetic display, slapping her palms across her stomach, shaking from side to side. From the ground, Lincoln hissed in a mix of agony and pain, uncovering his face and murdering his sister with a hateful glare.
"What the hell did you do that for Lynn?"
The only answer that he got was Lynn crouching at his eye level on purpose, her loose shirt bobbling, showing her cleavage to Lincoln whose expression immediately shifted into like a cat who is about to eat the canary, exposing her breast to him.
"Mom told me to wake ya…breakfast is ready."
"Breastfast?"
Lynn snorted with laughter almost slamming her back against his dresser.
"Jesus Linc, get a hold of yourself." She grinned, though she appreciated how enamored he was with her. Yet…at his shocked expression for one second, she suddenly got the urge to tied his limbs to the bed post and have her way with him. Rubbing her thighs unconsciously, she turned around to face the door so she couldn't lose her advantage, with a playful bounce of her buttcheeks across her shorts she turned around her left shoulder.
"Just go downstairs…lover." She winked with a giggle and left, closing the door behind her.
Lincoln crawled his face into his hands and grunted, feeling his hard on throbbing inside his pants, knowing too well that Lynn had him feeding from her hand and he was too weak to resist her advances and he will have to think of a way to get back at her, there was no way to forget Lynn after having a continuous streak of blue balls but he man up and got dressed and swapped his dirty bandages by clean new ones, quickly reminding himself that he was supposed to hang out together with his best friend.
It wasn't that he didn't wanted to talk about Lynn about his issues, since they lived the incident together and ironically it brought them closer. But he needed his best friend opinion, a trustful head that he could confide with whatever he had in his mind, even though the only feelings that came to him was the homicidal rage that sent him into a murderous berserker, asking himself what would've happened if Lynn hadn't stopped him. Shuddering, he sighed and immediately hoped in the shower and got dressed with loose shorts and a t-shirt before making his way downstairs when already he could smell the aroma of hot eggs and bacon along with the common screams, this time the scene that received him was Lola fighting for bacon and eggs with Lynn who held a steel fork keeping her own at bay.
"This belongs to me!"
"Just because you decided to give your share to Charles doesn't means that it belongs to you, you gave away that right."
The blonde girl shrieked like a banshee, but Lynn was unmoved by the display of aggression, being more than capable of doing what she was doing a hundred-fold and more, parrying her fork away as she came to attack the plate.
"Lynn!" She hissed but hesitated when she saw Lincoln standing on the edge of the kitchen. "Linc! Tell Lynn to give the princess what is her right!"
"I decreed that you're a dumbass." Lynn grinned earning the ire of the blonde having enough of not getting her way, almost smashing her face away if it wasn't for Lincoln intervening in the nick of time.
"Lola that's enough! You don't have to hit Lynn, I haven't had my share but you can eat it, I can get some cereal."
Lynn threw him an annoyed glare but he caught on that she was defending his share of the food. He appreciated it giving her a warm smile and a shake of his head, finally the sportsgirl relented, liberating the plate to the blonde who immediately snatched it from her hands laughing mockingly, blowing her a raspberry.
"See? Even he sees that royalty is treated as they should…better learn some manners you ugly ogre…thanks Linc!"
Lynn hissed in murderous rage, about to rush her but Lincoln put a hand on her shoulder before things could escalate, forcing her on the chair until Lola was off sight to eat in front of the TV. The sportsgirl shrugged his arms off her, crossing her own, looking at the side.
"That was yours."
"It's fine Lynn. She can have it." Lincoln shrugged, opening the cupboard, gazing with depression as he saw that his favorite cereal was gone…and the only thing that remained was an off brand flake box with barely enough for a coffee cup. Sighing, he used a little bit of milk and sat down in front of Lynn to eat his meager breakfast, all the while Lynn moped with rage at being so easily manipulated into giving in. She might confessed her turbulent feelings to him, but she was who she was and being told what to do, after making an effort to defend what was his shocked her.
Lincoln interpret her silence, thinking that she was pissed at him, as was her usual. He had learned that when Lynn was staring on the distance with an angry visage it was just better to let her cool on her own than face her directly, but It was better than having a heated discussion because she couldn't calm down her rampant fury, so rather than say things that Lincoln knew he would regret, he would let her cool off on her own.
It came faster than he expected as he chewed his breakfast, her blue eyes lost her angry luster, looking at him with her eyes shining with mischief. Her eyes looked around, seeing no witnesses, she licked her lips sensually, her brother eyes shooting up in surprise before her foot extended from the other side of the table to rest on his crotch, rubbing it firmly. Lincoln choked on his cereal with a loud snort, sending milk and flakes down his nose and all over the table. Lynn cackled having him a second time, this time Lincoln couldn't take it anymore. Ignoring how she cackled, he threw the remains of his breakfast in the trash, cleaning the mess with a flicker of a pair of paper towels, he turned to him who was grinning at him.
The game was on.
Firmly taking a hold of her arm, the sportsgirl hissed at the unexpected strength that came with that move, shooting a nasty glare at him that he responded by lifting her up from the chair.
"What do you think you're doing?" She hissed, trying to dislodge her arm from his iron grip.
Ignoring her completely, Lincoln dragged her upstairs as she once more tried to free herself.
"Linc you're hurting me." She tried to play it sweet to trick him into letting her go, but he was too far gone to stop and she quieted down, letting herself being dragged down the hallway, passing her room as a lonely amethyst eye peeked at them before the door shut with a click.
Lincoln opened the door to his room and shoved her inside.
"Fine, we're here now…the hell do you wa-" The question died on her mouth the moment he slammed his lips against hers with an untamed aggression. She grinned and recuperated quickly from the surprise against her lips, encircling her slender arms around his back, bringing him closer, applying pressure with her tongue, never to be undaunted, kissing like it was a competition…and she played it to win. The boy wasn't prepared for such a swift response and he tugged her hair down, just the way he liked, his fingers slipping inside her shirt, caressing her lower back and for once, Lynn was forced to moan, her feet digging on the carpet from the sheer pleasure of her brother but the battle was far from over. Pushing him roughly on the bed, she stood between his legs as they rested against hers and slowly sat down on his calf, grinning and lying back, bouncing her thighs forward up his legs, like a trail to an unparalleled pleasure, her agonizing desire almost turning painful by the way that her brother was undressing with his eyes, not daring to lift his fingers, letting him have his way with her. Lifting her body with her palms as both teens breathed heavily, she made contact with her sex against the growing bulge of his pants, her mouth opening in an O of pleasure as she rested completely on top of it and buckled her hips drawing a hiss of her lips and the muffled moan of her brother, knowing that he was loving this as much as she was.
As far as she knew, only herself, her brother and Lucy remained in the house and she was sure as hell that she was going to enjoy the fact that they were almost home alone…a rare opportunity, but they could never get completely nasty this early in the day. A part of her, from what she had read in those pathetic teen mags was they were supposed to patient and not give all of it to not burn the candle for their relationship, but by the way her lower lips were already slick and marked on her panties against his erection, that advice could be damned. His hands exploring her hips, his fingers caressing her hips, traveling around her skin, loving the warm that spread from the tip of the toes of his feet to the throbbing of his stiff organ as it was assaulted by another rough rub of her pussy lips, feeling himself heat up to dangerous levels, his head swimming with the haze of the lustful pleasure with his sister.
Their tongues meet in a crash of lips, breath exchanged as Lincoln pinched one of her nipples through her shirt, the sportsgirl growling deeply, in turn attacking his left ear, angry at his dominance and trying to move away from their position but Lincoln didn't let her, flipping her on the mattress, Lincoln lying on top of her legs. Her eyes glowered at him, breathing hard as her legs encircled him, crushing him against her body, Lynn's warmth almost burning him. The boy was trapped in her heat and he relished on it, rubbing his cheeks against her breasts, unconsciously poking his thick length across her cunny, the sportsgirl not being able to do anything else but to moan seeing that her plan completely backfired now with the boy pistoning his pulsing meat across her sex, shaking her entire body with agonizing pleasure, her nails racking on his shirt
Her mind was darkening to the outside world, just feeling the jolt of heat between her legs and just like that, it was gone only to see Lincoln untangling from her legs swiftly. For a moment she thought that he heard something that she couldn't in her high but when he grinned mockingly she stared at him in disbelief, even more when he took his shoes on hand and his funny looking walkie talkie, looking at her over his shoulder still sporting an impressive tent in his pants that he covered with his shoes as he waved at her in mock salute.
"See ya later Lynn!"
Faster than she could react, he opened the door and took off running laughing. Snarling, she ignored as the wetness ran down her legs barreling on him her hands about to snatch him up when out of nowhere he used one of her signature moves and slipped down the stairs from the rail, smoothly jumping down and putting one shoe, bouncing as he put the second one, almost hitting Lola on her way to the kitchen, smashing the garage door open where his mountain bike was already ready to go, mounting it as soon as Lynn barged through the door. The tires literally spun leaving dark tire marks as he pedaled as hard as he could, rushing down the street as Lynn saw him go with an angry shout that vibrated the detergents and chemicals on the garage walls.
She couldn't believe the little shit! He buttered her up to get back at her and even through her loins still ached for his touch her anger turned to complete amusement.
"I guess I deserved that." She said to herself.
"Guess you did." A voice whispered next to her making Lynn to jump back in fright, her bulging eyes looking at the young Goth as she fixed a bang of hair behind her ears.
Lucy hummed, looking at the situation at hand before sniffing.
"You stink…when two people do…whatever you were doing, does it reek that bad? Perhaps it would be a good time to spend some sister to sister moment, don't you think? After you shower of course"
Lynn blushed hard, turning around, completely ashamed for Lucy to see her like that and just marched upstairs without a word where the sound of a door slamming and a shower starting after resounded.
The Goth shook her head.
"Teenagers."
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The white-haired boy laughed without abandon, racing through the streets, shifting to a lighter gear as the adrenaline rush starting running out, now barely functioning with fumes, panting hard on the way to the park. His erection had flatted out refused to die, pressing heavily on the bike seat but that was the last thing in his mind as he turned around to scan for her girlfriend but she was nowhere to be found…which made him paranoid. Lynn giving up? That was weird, even for her and he wondered what kept her busy enough to not grind his bones…literally. He was so distracted that he almost ran over poor Rusty who screamed, side stepping at the last second. Lincoln slammed the brakes with a screech of the tires, looking at his friend with an apologetic look.
"Sorry buddy."
He flipped the bike stop and came off to check on him but instead of being terrified of almost being ran over, the boy crawled on his knees to Lincoln, took his hand on his and kissed his palm uncovered skin.
"Gross! What the hell Spokes?"
"I just kissed the hand of Lincoln Whoopass Loud."
The snow haired boy blinked, his eyes hardening with a hard clench of his teeth. The orange colored boy backed up suddenly by the complete savage turnaround from Lincoln, unconsciously taking a step back.
"What did you say?"
"Dude." He placated his hands, if only to help to steady his heartbeat at the way that Lincoln eyes turned savage, never seeing him in this light before and with the heavy bandaged hands and head it was obvious that he was about to follow for what he had done.
"Spit it out Rusty." Lincoln spat with more aggression than he intended.
"Everyone knows." The rust colored boy said after finding his voice. "Everyone knows about the kickdown you did to those bullies to defend your sister."
Lincoln blinked, suddenly his anger deflating at the pained memories, crawling his face into his hands.
"The whole school knows man. They say that you went in like a man possessed against the toughest guys in the school, you sent Terry and Victor to the hospital after breaking their bones. They had to pry you off Victor after you were pummeling his face with your bare hands" He pointed at the thick bandages that surrounded his palms.
Lincoln couldn't say anything for a few moments but when he did, Rusty did a double take.
"And how the hell do people found out?"
"The football team was there man…the Coach knows as well. I haven't heard anything 'bout the Principal said anything with the summer and all…but a lot of people had wanted to talk to you and well, here we are…do you want to talk about what happened?"
Rusty was a good friend, certainly they had a rough beginning but once he warned up to him, he had become a pillar of trust and understanding. But he wasn't so sure if could tell him what really had happened, the police had promised to keep this under wraps and given the fact that the news were always circling the town for any scrunch of news, he was more than surprised that there wasn't a news van already outside his house.
The white boy looked at his friend directly in the eye, turning fully to him.
"Rusty, get Liam and Zach…I'm meeting with Clyde soon in Spunk'E Pigeon…when we're all together, I'll tell you what really happened."
The rust colored haired boy wasn't the smartest bunch, but when he saw the way that Lincoln seemed so resigned, he got concerned.
"This…this something serious. I…don't know what to say man. I've never seen you like this."
The image of the always confident Lincoln, laughing and full of life had been replaced by someone he didn't know quite well. His feet got cold at having to face this alone but he took a breath to ease his worries, they would be around good company…good friends.
"Okay."
Lincoln nodded. "See ya with Clyde in an hour. See ya later Rusty."
The boy just waved at him and with a quick grin, Lincoln got up on his bike and pedaled away, slipping the walkie talkie in his hands while pedaling.
"Clyde, Clyde are you there?"
The radio cracked to life.
"Loud and clear Commander Snow."
Lincoln rolled his eyes but smiled, his best friend always lifting his spirits, no matter what.
"Rusty, Liam and Zach are going with us. Hope you don't mind the company."
"Not at all man…we got lots of stuff to talk about.
"Buddy, you got no idea."
Half an hour later he parked the bike in the stand at the side of the building where Clyde was currently waiting. Both friends looked at each other but no smiles reached Lincoln, instead Clyde hugged him leaving the snow colored boy to gag, arms hanging at his sides.
"Dude, you look like crap. Let's get inside."
"Yeah…" A flustered Lincoln said awkwardly. The cheesy scene that always followed them through was in full display, with kids of all young ages running around. The noise was deafening and they knew not to sit too close to the animatronics that were currently in full display, singing and dancing, their old servos making noises that still made Lincoln express a look of pure disgust. The only reason they kept coming here was because the restaurant served one of the best pizzas in town and even though Lincoln had grown having fun in these types of places, it just didn't cut it no more…is this what it felt to grow up? They sat in one of the booths away from the scenario where a disguised employee that seemed to be dead inside went to their table on roller skates.
"Welcome to Spunks…best fun place in town…can I take your order?"
Lincoln talked before Clyde could say anything.
"Two extra large pepperoni pizzas, ham, extra cheese…and do you have sauerkraut on the side?"
The server made a face but ultimately noted down everything.
"Yeah we do…"
"Good, two large cokes and we're waiting for friends."
"Yay." The server said without enthusiasm before skating away to the kitchen.
The black-haired boy lifted an eyebrow.
"I don't think I ever seen you been so…so…" He racked his brain for an appropriate word. "So bold."
Lincoln just shrugged.
"Lots of stuff happened dude."
Clyde looked at his bandages and nodded. "Yeah." He looked away, suddenly far more than worried for his friend but shutting his mouth and waiting for the rest to arrive. It wasn't long before they arrived through the main door, the teens cringing at the little kids throwing pizza crusts at the animatronics, sitting on the table. The server as soon as they saw them brought them Cokes and the pizzas, greeting Lincoln and Clyde with high fives and in cautious spirits.
Lincoln looked around his friends gazes and just sighed.
"Well? Let's dig in."
Each of them took a slice and munched with an approving moan at the taste. The place might be creepy, but it was really the best pizza in town.
"Alright…so" Zach, the bespectacled boy started. "What went down?"
Lincoln swallowed the last of pizza before throwing the crust aside, looking between his friends. Clyde didn't hesitate to put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed.
"Man…if you are not ready you can just relax and tell us later…I heard what happened. And while I disapprove of the use of violence…you should have handled the situation better to avoid the fight."
Lincoln couldn't blame Clyde for what came from him, but it was the last thing he wanted to hear, slamming his hands on the table boiling bursting from within, the boys jumping up with fright at the unexpected angry display.
"They were going to rape my sister." He hissed with his teeth clenched. "I found the bastards on the ground, Lynn was gagged and tied up…I caught them with their pants down." His hands shook at the pure agony, wishing one more time that he was on top of that bastard, wanting nothing more than to see his skull giving in, punching his face into scraps of meat.
The boy's mouths were opened in pure shock, never in their whole lives having someone mutter that word openly, trying their best how to digest what was just said.
"…rape?" The way that Rusty said as if he was sick and it was like a stab to the heart to Lincoln who nodded.
"I couldn't sit there and let it happen…I lost it and gave it all I had…but it wasn't enough. They hurt Lynn." His eyes filled with tears, brushing them angrily. "They touched her and made her bleed…so I made them bleed." His hands scrunched angrily with agony written on his face as he said the last part. "If Lynn hadn't stopped me…I would've killed them."
The table was silent, not even knowing how to handle what Lincoln just said.
"They got arrested…and now forever I will have this" He took off his bandage, showing them the horribly scared tissue underneath. Clyde in particular looked sickened at the pulled skin, grasped together with black thread, though the skin now looked a healthy color rather than the flaked bloody mess that it used to be on the first day, with swelling now gone.
"Holy shit." Rusty broke the silence. "I…I…we had no idea man." He looked around the table, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Probably nobody should've said anything."
"You're kind famous now Lincoln." Zach said fixing his glasses up. "Pretty much most people in school now know about it…but they don't really know what went happened, at least, we don't think they get the whole picture."
Lincoln hissed in anger. "And nobody else needs to know." He looked around the boys, all of them nodded.
"How's Lynn taking it?" Liam butted in, lifting an eyebrow. Clyde in particular was more than attend for what Lincoln was about to say.
"She took in stride." He smirked. "She said that she was proud of me for not pussying out." He smiled for the wrong reasons, his smile not matching what he was saying, knowing too well that something like that would have to stay under wraps. "My family took it very badly. They said that the town is very safe…something like that is unheard of in Royal Woods…which makes sense, since those bastards were trailer trash from another town."
Clyde was about to butt in about the rudeness of that comment, however a very important piece of information came to him.
"You don't think that their cousins will be looking for revenge…don't you?" He asked, referring to Hank and Hawk. "They're just a few hours away."
Lincoln scuffed.
"I'll deal with them." The white-haired boy said with a confident and eager grin, shaking Clyde to the core.
"Lincoln." Clay made a disapproving shake of his head, throwing a nasty look at the boys who seemed eager to see him busting their teeth off. "You must remember that violence only brings more violence…having the reputation as tough guy can get you in all sort of troubles." He sighed. "Suddenly you'll face off people who want a piece of the guy who's tough…bringing him down, just for status."
The white-haired boy mulled over his words, seeing the logic behind him, but it didn't click with him.
"Clyde…I am not letting my ass getting beaten. No more…I don't want to look for trouble, but if it comes my way, I am not going to run away from it."
"Even if someone else gets hurt from your actions?" Clyde's words were laced with concern building in his tone.
"If you're worried about yourself…just stay away. I don't want you to get in my way, that goes to the rest of you."
"Lincoln…" The African American looked deeply hurt by his words but Lincoln was not going to back away from what he just said.
Rusty in particular looked disturbed, his chest was heaving rapidly, finger drumming on the table.
"We'll stand by you." He said finally. "You did something that nobody had done before. You got balls."
"Balls? You mean like from the arcade machine? Liam asked but everyone ignored him.
Lincoln sighed.
"I just did what it was right…there was just no way in hell I would stand there and let it happen."
Zach nodded. "You did the right thing buddy…right Clyde?" All set of eyes looked at him, knowing his almost religious aberrance to violence, but eventually he was forced to nod down.
For all his life lessons from his parents and the couching by his personal shrink he valued Lincoln's safety as well as his family above all else and it was conflicting with his emotions on the matter.
He put his hand on Lincoln's and every boy did the same, launching their hands up in the air.
"Yeah!"
"Alright dude!"
They laughed, smacking their glasses of soda together as a toast, their hunger resumed once more.
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The bus dropped off the sisters at the mall where already Lynn was having second thoughts about spending time with Lucy, yet she felt as she owed to her, nor only for being supportive but for opening so much to her. The mall was more crowded than usual with summer time…tourism in this town was odd, yet already she was annoyed with so much people, almost bumping into a grumpy old man. She sneered at him and he hurried up away from her, Lucy paid her no mind, checking her watch and checking the crowd, as if waiting for someone else.
"Something the matter Luce?" Lynn tapped the floor in annoyance.
"She's late." Lucy said after a minute of license, prompting the brunette to forcefully turn her around by the shoulders.
"I thought we were hanging out, just the two of us."
"Funny you mention that." An eerie voice behind her made her jump in fright, falling in a combat posse, her aggressive expression immediately dropping at the sight of Georgina Marie "Haiku" Kidder, Lucy's friend from school and from that weird as hell club. Rolling her eyes, she looked between both Goths and sighed, her regret now increasing tenth forth. Lucy was surprisingly a very social person…even if the friend now standing before her was from her writing/vampire/mortician odd club. Her eyes turned to her, a scowl already building on her expression.
Sighing, she pulled Lucy aside a few steps from the Wannabe Goth until they were almost eye to eye.
"Luce, what the hell? I thought we were hanging out, like, just us."
The Goth looked away, twirling her thumbs behind her back.
"I…wanted to share more with you…and well…Haiku knows me."
For a moment Lynn was paralyzed in fear, catching her off-guard. Her shoulders started to shake with unaltered rage, sinking her fingers on her shoulders.
"Did…you tell her about…"
Lucy's eyes jumped so high that she revealed her amethyst eyes.
"Of course not…" She grunted at the pressure on her skin, placing a palm against Lynn's solid stomach and pushing her slightly. "Just…hang out."
Rolling her eyes, she released her, throwing a look of distrust at the other Goth who choose to remain stoic through the whole exchange.
"Fine…what's first in the schedule?"
Lucy looked at her friend and for the first time, Lynn could see emotion from the girl…looking aside and blushing.
Gathering her courage, Lucy sighed.
"Do you remember that time that someone clogged the toilet with…a…Princess Pony book?"
Lynn snorted with laughter, remembering the episode. As much as she loved Linc to death he could have some…feminine mannerism that she found beyond odd, but learning to love someone was accepting that special someone, even if they read about ponies and kept a stuffed bunny on the bed; he had done more than enough to accept who she was, dealing with her bullshit and baggage, she wasn't someone special, yet he chose her above everyone else, regardless if they were the same blood.
"Uh-uh." She said confused why would she bring something that happened last year.
"Well…uh…" Lucy stuttered, a rare trait on her usually cool demeanor. "It was me…it was me all along."
Lynn did a double take, her hands falling on her sides. For a moment, a tingling almost busted through her stomach, the need to laugh at her too strong to be ignored, but other than an amused smirk, she said nothing.
"I like a break sometimes from the dark."
"Sure you do." Lynn snorted, pointing a thumb to the other Goth. "Same with her?"
"A correct assessment." Haiku said, not making eye contact.
She knew where this was going…they were going to watch that awful movie that came just came out. Shrugging her shoulders, she rolled her eyes.
"Let's get this over with Luce." She smacked her lips and lifted an eyebrow when Lucy took her by the arm.
"You aren't going to say this to nobody…correct?"
Lynn felt insulted, immediately throwing a nasty glare.
"Don't insult me like that. Now let's go and watch it." Lynn snarled walking away from her, feeling shaking from rage.
The Goth nodded at her friend who immediately both were quick to catch up with the sportsgirl.
As soon as they entered the cinema after buying the tickets, Lynn felt out of place. The line to see the movie was bursting with all sort of little girls, parents being dragged almost against their will and strangely Lucy looked giddy as well as Haiku. Both girls couldn't stop giggling and talking about themselves about some sort of magic and the power of love or something like that. Her stomach was already revolting of how disgusting the movie was going to be like, full with cutesy little ponies talking about love, magic and friendship and she almost hurled into the nearest trash can. Yet through the disgusting, something shined through. Is this how it felt like when she dragged her family members through another session of sport goodness? Perhaps Linc was rubbing off too much on her…she was finding empathy when she lacked any, but if that's what made her happy, so be it. Lucy had sacrificed enough as it was for her, she would be a bitch not to give in into this small request.
Smiling, Lynn took Lucy's hands, squeezing it, showing it that no matter what, she would be her little sister and she loved her.
The Goth smiled at her acceptance and they stayed like that until the movie was over…the experience was as she expected it and she didn't eat anything because it was sure as hell that it wouldn't stay down.
When they exited the cinema, both Goths were laughing and giggling between themselves.
"…and then when Princess Puffer calmed Gulsh the Ugly Ogre with that hug…it was so…magical." Haiku said, her smile breaking through, making Lucy look away to hide her own smile. Lynn huffed now free to get a bite now that they were off that horrid cute fest.
"Don't know bout you but I'm starving." The brunette patted her stomach. Both Goths stopped, arching their eyebrows at each other.
Haiku in particular looked at her feet, perhaps having second thoughts. Lynn didn't know her very well other than she was one of the typical Goth groupies but perhaps she felt too exposed with a someone she deemed as a stranger.
"Suit yourself." Lynn shrugged her shoulders uncaringly. "Luce I don't mind if you want to hang out with your friend, I can catch up later in an hour."
The Goth felt bad despite herself, taking a step forward, the sportsgirl smiled and rolled her eyes.
"It's fine."
They both shared a unique smile. While they loved each other dearly and shared their many secrets, both knew that they could only share so much before they got too burned off by each other conflicting personality and that was fine as far as Lynn was concerned. Hugging her sister, she kissed her cheek and gave Haiku a friendly wave which she returned with a slight raise of her arm.
Lynn chose to stuff her face with a hotdog, just staring at thinking about what happened this morning, her loins burning at their unfinished business. Perhaps he needed a reminder why Linc belonged to her…body mind and soul…especially body. Smirking, she slurped some of her soda, killing time by visiting a sports store until it was time to go. The ride on the bus was silent with Lynn throwing an appeasing smile at her sister and counting the miles to their house, eager for tonight's plans.
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Rusty, Liam and Zach departed a few hours after the meeting and Lincoln stayed with Clyde alone, resting on his bed while Clyde looked at anything but him. Lincoln felt drained and mentally abused by the images that refused to get off his head. He relieved how it torn him in two the moment he encountered seeing Lynn tied up with those brutes' pants around their ankles, ready to do the deed. If there was something that he noticed was his out of nowhere short fuse and explosive anger. Perhaps asking her parents for some help wouldn't be as bad…he would hate to hurt those who he loves dearly, just like it happened today in the meeting today with his friends. A part of him wanted to punch Clyde on the face for daring to even say that he handled the situation poorly…only a coward would've stood there not doing anything while the love of your life is raped in front of your very eyes.
The thought immediately made him squeeze his hands in a moment of unaltered rage, his hands flaring with pain.
"You know…" Clyde began. "If you keep squeezing your hands like that, they won't heal Lincoln."
The white-haired boy breathed nice and slow, hissing through his clenched teeth until his expression calmed, releasing a long sigh.
"I know…but I can't stop myself from thinking about it."
Clyde turned fully to him, an expression of pity drawn on his face, patting Lincoln's shoulder from the edge of the bed.
"Have you thought about…seeking help?"
"Of course."
Lincoln's tone gave away the anxiety that he was feeling and it pained Clyde to see his friend like this.
"Lincoln…you're my brother and I love you…you can't just keep getting angry out of nowhere…I can't even seem to comprehend how you must feel right now after this trauma."
A flare of anger went through his face, scaring Clyde enough to take his hand away but he calmed down once more, tears started to pool on his face.
"Lincoln?" Concerned, Clyde swallowed his own fears and once more made contact with his friend, his hands rubbing his back.
"It hurts Clyde."
And it did…not only for the painful memories but because he knew that he would never tell Clyde the whole truth about his union with his sister, how he really felt at relieving those bastards about to have their way with his love, his own sister and he finally had the courage to tell her what he had safeguarding for years just for the fear he felt at almost losing her…he was deeply broken inside and right now he was hiding in Clyde's house seeking a comfort that he couldn't even reveal to his best friend. He knew he would have to talk to Lynn about this but they've been having such a good time since they reveled their feelings to each other that he didn't want to make it awkward and laid the tension thick. It would ruin something so precious…but he knew that Lynn will be able to understand him…after all, she revealed the agony that resided in her soul and he knew that she would understand him, just like she always did.
He smiled thinking about her, confusing Clyde when his words didn't match his expression.
"It…makes you happy to be hurt?" His best friend muttered tilting his head at his him and arching an eyebrow making the white-haired boy to curse his over imagination.
"Its nothing…just happy that everything turned okay, for now." Lincoln took a deep breath. "Do…your parents know?"
Clyde shook his head.
"Not at the moment. But I'm pretty sure that it will reach their ears." He looked worried and rightfully so.
Sighing the snow colored hair boy grunted in pure annoyance, dragging a hand across his face.
Concerned, Clyde turned fully to him.
"Do you want to play something? Watch a movie?"
Lincoln shook his head without turning to him.
"I am…drained from today." He admitted with some difficulty, especially someone as overactive as his friend, yet he was pleased to not see him starting to scream and mandate his every whim and the dramatism that would follow, yet it didn't came finding instead a small but supportive smile. Perhaps he wasn't the only one growing up and had to give his friend some credit.
"Don't worry man…have your walkie talkie ready and we'll see what we can do during the week. We must have the best summer ever!"
They hugged, happy that they could share such secrets with each other, but still he felt bad for not being able to say the entire truth…maybe someday it would come out, but today was not that day.
Lincoln's departure came abrupt to Clyde, but he respected his decision and gave him as much space as he needed…even though it hurt him badly to see him like that after the things he shared with all of them. The teen opted to take the bus home, arriving just in time to see the family serving dinner. The aroma of beef stew caressed his nostrils, almost making him float on the way to the kitchen, encountering Lynn serving a much-needed bowl to Lana. The moment they locked eyes with each other, they both smiled, their eyes conveying more than met the eye.
"Hey, there's still space left!" Lana licked her chops making the table to erupt in laughter at her eagerness, cheering when Lynn served her plate to the brim.
The Matriarch more than amused shared a smile with her husband that he returned before he winked at his only son.
"Had a good day bud?"
Lincoln smiled reassuringly.
"Yeah." Once more Lynn eyes locked with his and at the sudden eyebrow rising up, he knew immediately what she wanted, nodding as if doing so at his own sentence, a smile breaking out on Lynn's face, sitting down to eat her share, now counting the minutes where they could be finally be alone.
Yet Lola couldn't stay quiet for too long as the slurps of Lana became too loud for her ignore.
"Would you shut up?!" She slammed her palms on the table.
The Matriarch glared at her, the blonde immediately curling into herself from the incoming scolding that was surely coming.
"Lola Grey Loud! What did I've tell you about your behavior on the table?! If I have one more problem, just a little one I'm pulling you off the next pageant…and it's a big one."
The blonde teared up at the promise yet Lana was to quick laugh completely amused, catching Rita's eye.
"And you Lana Lacy Loud…if you think I've forgot about you little girl…you got another thing coming. Be nasty like that on my table one more time and say good bye to every single outdoors activity known to man"
The twin paled, dropping her spoon in her beef stew, her mouth bobbling up and down in shock.
"You're siblings…you cannot keep this up. You're all growing up." Rita told the table with the pained nostalgia that only a mother could express, the siblings looking at each other, each one with their own thoughts as they processed her words. "I tell you this because I love you all with all my heart, you do love each other?"
"YES!" Came the chorus in the table, Lynn Sr. looking with pride at his children.
"I love you." Both Lincoln and Lynn said the last part, a mere whisper that was exchanged in the heat of the moment.
Under the table, Lincoln felt the brush of leg running around his calf making him blush. Lynn drank from her iced tea to conceal her smile, her eyes shining with love for her brother, their hearts beating rapidly, burning with new emotions, elating Lynn's spirit an untold level of euphoria, waiting for tonight's tryst. Only Leni and Lucy understood the looks all too well, one received with confusion, guilt and disgust while the other understanding, trust and welcoming.
The night quickly approached, with Luna staying outside to plane some tunes in her guitar, enjoying the nice and cool air while most of the Louds had already gone to sleep. Wearily, Lynn looked from her hiding spot behind the chimney, gnashing her teeth with barely any patience left in her body, counting the minutes spent in complete seclusion, with the only sounds to keep her company were the slick notes of Luna's guitar and the soft wind. She took a deep breath, observing as the lights started to die down in the town as the night extended its dark cape around the town, covering it in blues, black and the soft hues of whites of a bright full moon. She squeezed the rope that was tied around the chimney
The moment that she was expecting arrive as soon as the notes stopped playing and she heard the back door closing. Walking slowly on the ceiling, she was careful not to slip in the crescent of the tiles, the last thing she wanted was to fall two stories down and break all her bones. Peeking down, she was more than happy to see Lincoln's circular window open, with her tongue hanging at the edge of her lips, she looped the rope around the exposed steel rods that the gutters from the home, reinforced by Lisa after the mishaps of her experiments. Giving it a solid thug, she nodded to herself about the safety before she rolled the rope between her hips and her thighs, slowly rappelling down the window. Thanks to her monstrous stamina, with ease she expertly flipped on the rope, her legs dangling up, her palms easing on the rope down until her upside down observed as Lincoln was currently was just on a towel…dropping it to get dressed. Her lusty eyes looked a few droplets of water went down his delicious chest down to hips and if her arms weren't so tense holding the rope, she would've fell.
Using her legs as leverage, she tilted left, letting the rope to swing to the left before she kicked on the empty air, flipping her once more in a proper position, her feet tapping the outside house wall, lowering herself a few feet off the window as she took hold of the frame and pulled herself into the room, falling on her waiting palms and against a surprised Lincoln who almost let a surprised yelp before she straightened with her hand stand to a standing position, slamming a palm against his face, his deflated prick pressing against her Number 1# Jersey. Smirking and pressing herself harder against the boy writhing beneath her, she was more than satisfied as her body warmth and the pressure made the boy to grunt in agonized pleasure.
"L-lynn? Where the hell did you came from?" He hissed in surprise, his face completely red as her assets were pressed on his face, her hips rotating sensually on his growing erection.
She attacked his neck, suckling on his skin, loving how every flicker of her tongue made her boyfriend to shake uncontrollably.
"Through the window doofus…You think I was gonna forget, eh?" She pressed a palm against his cheeks, forcing him to look at her, flickering her eyes at him. "You got me good bro…now I got you too." Her palm snaked down his naked chest, slowly rotating her digits on his skin, the boy being forced to bite his lips to stifle his moans as her hand petted his firm stomach, two fingers tracing down until she met the wet tip of his bulge.
The boy hissed, kissing her with a hunger that seemed to overcome hers…but Lynn was not about to be undone, kissing him with equal amount of force, competing against the tongue that managed to slip through her defenses. Her fingers quickly snatched his erection, squeezing the solid and hot rod of steel in her grip, the boy immediately losing it, frozen in time. Lynn clamped her lips against his, regaining control, dominating and assaulting his mouth unopposed and at this stage Lincoln could hardly care, her hand motions slowing down to a torture.
"Mmmmm…nice bat you got here bro…so firm…and hot." She squeezed his man flesh in her hand, it was already pulsing with need and droplets of his precum were already staining her fingers, the boy not being able to do anything but pant in complete ecstasy but she didn't count on him to get an ounce of logic, his hands cupping her breasts through her shirt, Lynn conceding him with a moan snatcher from her throat, pausing just to gaze at his hands working on her chest. Being lenient was not something she did for everybody but she was more than impressed for what he did today, she reasoned as her fingers hooked inside of her shirt and slipped it from her, throwing it across the room. The boy paused to stare her B cups; for a moment she thought he was having second ideas…feeling once more ashamed to admit it that her breasts were too small yet she was proved wrong once more.
She saw him struggle with himself even if they were both eager as hell, Lincoln was always sheepish but…she could work with that. Pushing her chest towards his face, the boy's eye bulged off his sockets. It seemed that it gave him the encouragement he certainly needed, his palms cupping her breasts. Lynn mewled at his touch, closing her eyes, her nipples hardening like pebbles with her brother touches becoming more intense until he was rotating her flesh into his palms, his thumbs brushing her left nipple. A sudden spike of pleasure went through her spine as she felt his mouth attach to her left nipple, her body shaking in vigor and excitement.
Now he was the one in the attack, his tongue lapping the rose bud across her flesh, loving how her body trembled every time his tongue made contact with her breast. He soon swapped places and gave her other nipple the same Lincoln special, the girl over him racking her palms across his shoulders, buckling her hips, seeing his Lincoln log. In the motions Lincoln's accidently flickered his teeth over her flesh making the girl to jump in pain and pleasure, hissing through clenched teeth.
"More…" She implored, lying next to his side, she kicked her shoes, not hesitating to open her legs when Lincoln climbed on top of her, his thumbs caressing her nipples as his mouth descended down the skin of her stomach leaving goose bumps as his tongue left a hot trail down her body. The boy marveled at the wet spot between her legs, already there moisture building up. He inhaled her smell and shuddered, his dick feeling harder than ever, remembering the very first time he smelled her delicious fragrance. His fingers hooked on the elastic bands, looking her in the eye for permission.
"Wait…" She squeezed his hands before he could do the deed. Thinking he messed up somehow, Lincoln's eyes filled with apologetical agony.
The sports girl rolled her eyes, biting her lips as the memories surged.
"You know…I saw you…"
He lifted an eyebrow. "You…saw me?"
Lynn kissed him hard, suckling on his lower lip, releasing it with a wet pop.
"Mmm-hmmmm…that night…the night I found you with a big woody…just like this one." Her palm rotated against his hard prick, the boy moaning and trembling without control. "…you smelled my gym bra Lincoln…I saw your dick getting hard from the smell…and then you took my panties." She licked her lips, pumping her hand a few times, taking his right hand and pressing it against the wet stain of her shorts, hissing at the contact. "You stopped before you could do the deed…and it drove me mad…to think that my secret crush was getting the hots for me for a little sweat." She giggled at the combination of complete stupor and pleasure that was on his face. "I had to jack it in the shower…and after I got mad at you…I thought only about you and I couldn't stop cumming."
"Lynn I…"
"Shhhh lover…let me give you what you missed that day." Her palms pushed him off her, her brother sat on the bed with his legs tugged underneath his body, his erection bobbling a few times. Biting her lips, she took over her shorts slowly, revealing her creamy skin to him as she shimmied out of them. His eyes immediately locked down on her cotton panties, especially at the wet spot in the fork of her legs. His lusty gaze made the girl to shake but with her mind made up, she pulled her underwear down her legs, opening her legs to her brother, letting him see her…letting him know how much she wanted him right now.
"Here…don't waste it in one sniff." She twirled her panties in her finger before throwing it at his face, stunning him for a second before he snatched it between his fingers and pressed it against his nose, inhaling deeply. The smell was highly delicious with a musk that made his dick to twitch, exploring her essence with every sniff but something compelled him to extend his tongue and lap at the wet spot between her panties, grunting at the flavorful tang all the while Lynn observed him, her fingers exploring her outer lips with a pleasured snarl. When Lincoln came off from his high, hands trembling still holding her soiled garment he knew that nothing would stop him from getting more that flavor into his mouth.
Blue met brown, two gazes hazed with lust that seemed unstoppable and right now if it wasn't for that little annoying voice in her head, Lynn would've offered her cherry to her brother right here and now…but she wasn't ready for that yet and she knew in her heart that she wouldn't need to voice that part. Slowly Lincoln's hands cupped her thighs, the tip of his fingers cupping the sensitive flesh, liking how she trembled at his mere touch. Her smell was getting him mad from agonizing pleasure.
"Do it…touch me…touch me." She hated to sound so needy but she wanted it.
The boy slowly put her hands on her petals, flickering two fingers on her opening. Lynn's eyes bulged out her sockets, biting her lips to stifle her growls of agonized pleasure. Her silky lips were so hot to the touch that the boy thought it would burn him, instead it was already creamy, the sounds that her sister was making as his fingers stroked her outer lips with curiosity was egging him on, bringing his fingers closer to his face. His stained fingers separated, looking at the moisture that was attached to them, the creamy liquid sticking to his fingers should disgust him but instead he brought them to his mouth and sucked with greed, moaning at the taste of her musk, Lynn observe him with half lidded eyes, not trusting her mouth.
Her taste awoke a new type of hunger, his eyes looking at her stretched pink petals, face lowering closer to her puffy lower lips, leaning in closer and closer.
Lynn didn't dare to blink, her chest heaving up and down in short puff of air.
"C'mon…it's buffet time." She implored him, her voice laced with lust.
The white haired boy inhaled the aroma of lust that permeated his nostrils giving him the push he needed to press his lips to her labia, pressing a tender kiss against it. The girl jumped, taking his pillow and muffling her screams with it.
Lincoln could smell her body, feeling her softness, his hands caressing her body up and down, opening his mouth and clamping on her pussy, sucking greedily, lapping at the nectar that was slipping from her lower lips. Her legs wrapped around his lower back, pushing it against hers, begging with her moans to keep going and the boy did so, his tongue piercing her opening, his tip flickering in it, the girl doing times convulsing and shaking with no control of her actions. Her palms flew to his scalp, her palms pressing his mouth as close as it could go, her milky essence spilling from her lips, lapping as hard as he could, suckling and attacking her skin with his mouth, loving the music that came from within her legs…that wet slurping sound and hard breathing was the only sounds that resounded through the room before the girl eyes flew open.
"I'm…I'm, oh Go-" She rammed her face against the pillow, shaking with no control as she came all over his face. The boy's eyes flew open in surprise as a wave of fluids smacked him against his lips, lapping as much as the fluid as he could.
The girl fell down on the mattress, breathing hard, high on Lincoln and only him.
When the boy came off her, she saw as his cheeks were laced with her cum still on his face and it awoke hunger once more, her legs extending him and letting her drop on top of hers. She didn't care that her essence was all over his face, she kissed him hard, slipping her tongue into his mouth, tasting her sex in his lips, her engine reeving once more, her hand cupped his erection making the boy to hiss.
"Cum for me darling." She whispered on his ear before sucking his ear lob into her mouth, hearing his delicious moans made her pumping harder and faster, feeling the air electrify and the room spinning with the heat that was spilling in waves, her palm squeezing his log, thumb flickering against the wet tip before she pumped her hand as fast as she could, the boy burying his face on her creamy shoulder to muffle his moans, feeling on the verge of collapse.
Lincoln saw white and came all over the stomach of his sister unashamedly, his prick shooting a stream of gooey cum over her stomach and breast, snarling as her fist pumped for everything he had, collapsing on top of her, breathing hard, feeling the stickiness between their bodies. The boy enough left over energy to pet her lips softly before rolling to her side and hugging her close, her arms snaking around his hips with her right thigh hugging him across the hips.
His mind went back to everything that they had gone through, everything that had happened since the day of the hike. His trembling fingers caressed her face making the brunette to throw him a tired smile.
Yet when his blue eyes were blurred with his tears, the girl grew concerned fighting through the haze of their afterglow.
"Linc…what's wrong?"
The boy hugged her closer.
"Lynn, I love you…I don't want to ever lose you…just when I just found you." He sniffled, his mind not being able to escape from the conversation that he had with his friends.
The sportsgirl snatched his face closer to hers, hating to see the pain reflected on his eyes, her thumbs flickering a lone tear from his left eye.
"You silly boy…you will never lose me…you're the love of my life and whoever has something to say against it, I'll stomp their face on the curve."
The lovers hugged, both struggling with the raw emotions that they still could not fully understand but both that they wouldn't have it differently if there was a choice.
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Last day of November, 2004.
USS George Washington (CVN-73) Aircraft Carrier.
…Somewhere in the Persian Gulf.
Two blue eyes snapped open with a snarl of pain and agonizing confusion, his eyes flickering towards the room where he was, so out of focus that he was already feeling sick. He couldn't move his body and he panicked immediately screaming in maddening bewilderment but no matter how much he screamed and panicked he couldn't move his body. His eyes started to focus and he was frozen in terror…he saw himself strapped to a gurney, the right side of his face covered in thick bandages and gauze, chest falling up and down in a odd patterns as his ears caught the beep of a medical machine somewhere in the room.
He tried speaking but nothing came and he felt nothing. He couldn't feel his body, couldn't feel the breeze, couldn't feel his heart or the air in his lungs. His eyes could only flicker a few angles horizontally like if his head was strapped and the only thing that the man could do was to stare in horror at his own body, screaming for help. The sound of a mouth clearing up caught his attention, trying in vain to look for the source of the sound.
The man heard the snap of fingers and suddenly he was able to move away from the apparition of himself. He looked at his palms, his fingers were wrenched and strained, skin a ghastly white and he panicked again.
"Child, cease your tantrum for a second."
An eerie voice that disappeared in whispers ran through his ears, making him snap his head to the right.
There was a woman sitting next to the bed of his own body, reclining on the chair and with her arms akimbo, looking at him through a mop of shoulder level, silky black hair.
"Lucy?" Lincoln muttered in disbelief, squeezing his eyes, forcing them to be out of focus.
The woman mouth quirked in an amused grin.
"Close…but no cigar." Her voice was smooth and milky just like her pale skin. She was dressed in a simple but elegant vintage dress with golden details along her long sleeves, her tender neck adorned by pearls of several sizes, an ankh amulet hung closer to her heart.
Lincoln raked his brain for answers, his eyes widening just as the woman smile broke through her features.
"Great Grandmother Harriet?"
There was a hummed answer as the woman stood up from her chair, walking closer to him.
"You've grown so much child, since I last saw you of course."
"But…you passed away when I was still a child." The white-haired man blinked, shaking his head at the insanity of this moment, looking at his own body. "…I am dead too?"
The woman crossed her arms behind her back, walking closer to the room's window, looking out to the sea.
"You are not dead…but you aren't alive either. You're right on the verge of it…you're in the limbo child, the only link between the world of the living…and the world of the dead."
Lincoln blinked again, digesting this information. He remembered falling down on his tank, shot in the cheek by someone and then nothing. Oblivion took him, or at least it should've done it so…he knew that one day death would come looking at his door step, living the live he did, risking everything to salvage the little things that remained inside of him. He fell into the abysm, in the valley of death, another casualty of war that would mark another step in the ancient dance of death.
His grand-grandmother laughed softly, bringing him back into focus.
"I've been watching you for a very long time…a very long time." She tilted her head. "I've seen your choices, your struggles and I dare to say that while you could've perhaps planned things better…as the man with the plan, you decided to walk a path not designed for you and your sister."
Lincoln stabbed her with a look of pure hatred, bringing her to a halt.
"I do not condemn it nor I endorse it. The actions of the living do not concern me….yet I am compelled to be here, to give you a choice."
Lincoln blinked.
"A choice? What kind of choice?"
"A choice between life and death Lincoln." Harriet told him, making his eyes to widen. "You see…Lucy implored me to look after you and bring you back, I am here to keep that part of the bargain." Her eyes looked at his own self resting on the bed. "In one way or another…you were living to die…waiting for that opportunity to give your sister the life that you thought she deserved, not realizing that the only thing that she wants it's you. Lynn has suffered through a gut wrenching pain that you have no idea about, not knowing where she's standing without you, seeking answers but finding none. Your choice was perhaps a logical one…but now it is your time to make a choice."
The woman paused, looking between the Lincoln sitting on the bed and the one floating next to his own body.
"You need to think long and hard if this is what you want…to die here and come with me, leaving the world of the living forever, in a world in which perhaps Lynn could move on with her life…or remain here and fight to be with her and everything that conveys with that decision."
Her eyes locked with him.
"This is the moment of crossroads Lincoln Loud…to live or to die." The door opening caught both of their attention, looking at two medical personnel with military uniforms and lab coats. One of them, a woman in her late 40s started to disconnect the medical equipment while the other took the clipboard that hung at the gurney, writing some things. They were speaking to each other in a blurred language that Lincoln could not understand as they tended to his own body, disconnecting medical equipment, even as his own chess still breathed. The woman drew medical gloves putting them up, uncovering his chest as the other doctor took a hold of the gurney, waiting for his partner.
Lincoln's eyes widened as the doctor traced a pattern with a sharpie marker in a cross section in his chest, preparing him for dissection, the gurney being taken to the outside of the room, looking at his own body disappeared from his view, cemented where he was.
"You do not have too much time Lincoln…let your mind wander to your memories, memories of another time at that age of your life." Her words made the young man eyes to start flickering to a close, fighting with everything he had against the sleep that assault his senses. In the end he couldn't resist it and once more, he fell down the rabbit hole of his memories, to a time where nothing seemed to matter more than the world of his life, his sister Lynn.
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A/N: This was a very interesting chapter to write. When I conveyed the last scene, I remember Harriet and how Lucy always speaks about her, in an occultism way of some sort. It isn't really confirmed if Lucy its indeed a real witch, but I thought it would be interesting to include Harriet since a very long time. This marks the beginning where every single day, week, month and year will be lived by both Lincoln and Lynn into the past sense. This will be a fun ride, hold tight.
D4rK.