A/N: My apologies for the long wait of this chapter. Corona, losing my job and the like had a great impact in my life and I lost my inspiration. But now that my situation is better, it came back. As I planned, I will cut this story into three pieces. This is the final chapter of the first part of the trilogy called "A Siege of Hearts." The next part will be called "Breaking the Siege" followed by the final part named "After the Siege." I will now take some time to finish my other fics; I can't promise when the next part will be coming, but it will surely be later on during the next year. Thank you for sticking to the story and keep an eye for the incoming sequel. Thanks!
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
-Disclaimer: The Loud House belongs to Nickelodeon and I do not make any money writing this fic.
A Siege of Hearts
Chapter 21.
The World That We Created.
The young couple could hear Luna grinding her teeth through the noise of the boarder walk as Lana practically dragged her by the hand, not wanting to miss the awaiting meal.
In hindsight, Lincoln did feel a little bad, but not as much as the feeling of annoyance at being interrupted. He mused on the quick changes of his personality that have started manifesting, finding that his lack of concern for her anger was very egoistical from his part. Nowadays he had become more daring and acting on the spot. And while he felt more confident, he still wasn't keen on acting like a complete asshole, yet that's how it must've looked from Lynn's perspective as she was openly scowling at him or because she was as selfish as he was in certain instances. They both knew that the word privacy was literally nonexistent in their own lives, nor only because of their numerous family; annoying cameras set up by their annoying sibling but because it was also expected of them to live their lives at this moment under the spotlight of family time.
He heard her cussing now, bringing Lana to a complete stop, covering her mouth in shock.
"What's up with you? Watcha telling grown up words out of nowhere?"
Luna sighed, taking a deep breath, briefly shouting a look of pure annoyance at Lincoln and then at Lynn, not daring to look back at their younger sibling. From what Lincoln could tell, she was trying her best to not lose her cool against overwhelming odds. He knew that she struggled in her way own ways but he was sort of ashamed that he really never dwelled into the lives of his sisters to a more deeply level, like Lynn's.
It should make sense, right? Was he supposed to take a roll where he understood the issues of his older sisters, no matter how boring and difficult to understand? Yet surprisingly, the part that clawed off his system was mere indifference at her issues. It wasn't his problem that she was in a bad mood and her issues were only inconsequential into getting what he wanted, which was time off with his girl. Who was she to get in the way anyway? It's not like he told her who to date, like Sam or whatever dudes from her band. It wasn't his business; she was a grown up and able to make more decisions.
His indifference should've bother him in an effort to climb back into his old persona before this mess started with his anger boiling out of nowhere but at the end of the day, he wanted what he wanted and brushed off her anger. But he wasn't stupid, he knew that he'll have to work to get under her good graces again and he didn't like to see her angry, regardless if her anger was directed at him. So, with that in mind, he pursed his lips, looking at his younger sibling and then at Luna.
"We should probably get going." He gestured towards the general direction where the rest of their family was camping. Luna took a deep breath, opening her mouth before shaking her head and pulled Lana with her wo bounced excitedly at the prospect of some food. Lincoln watched her go, not hard to stare as his older sister stomped her feet hurrying up to get some distance from him.
He couldn't avoid the sigh that came from his mouth. He paused on his silent self-hatred as he felt a hand sneaking around his hips, gripping caringly, which gave him the courage that he needed to go on. He offered Lynn a smile on his own which widened as she smiled back. For a second, he thought of grabbing her hand, looking on his own. His sister looking at her own hand, knowing that they were thinking the same thing but for now, they winged it, trampling their way back into the beach. There were a lot of unresolved mysteries that might elude his young mind, but he wanted this day to be over already, exhilarating just thinking of what the night waited for both of them when they were alone.
Lincoln sent her a saucy grin that made the sportsgirl to gulp, hurrying up ahead of him so he wouldn't be able to see the deep crimson coloring of her cheeks. Lincoln laughed knowing what was in her mind already…he couldn't wait.
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Leni was many things, but for the life of her, she couldn't find the need to move from her spot tanning silently with nobody else to talk to. In the past, she communicated as she could with Lori, who at least understood her for everything that she was. She seemed to realize that she was far more than met the eye; while her eternal smile could be deceiving, behind the veil of her eyes was a perception for the world around her that distorted the world in so many categories that it took her time to process life as it went. Perhaps that's why people said that she was dimwitted or perhaps she just had too much mental traffic to respond on the moment but it also meant that she could not concentrate on many things at the same time, leaving many gaps in her thoughts that eventually led to build obsessions as a way to focus and guide her actions. Perhaps that's why she felt the call of the fabrics and creations as a way to express herself.
She was confident enough that her clothing was designed for everyone, regardless where they came from or who they were. The fabric would not judge anyone just like she could never bring herself to judge anyone she came across with.
The focus of her attention was now centered in her two siblings who came in a hurry. Lana as always managed to drag someone even bigger than her by the hand, Luna struggling to catch up, frowning deeply at her attitude, finally slipping her hands forcefully off hers, the younger blonde racing where the smell of her father's barbecue was coming from.
"Isitreadyisitreadyisitreadyisitreadyisitreadyisitready?!"
Leni frowned at the expression of pure annoyance and anger that crossed over the musician of the family, knowing that something was wrong the moment she saw her. Luna however scurried off before she could say anything, her own expression mewling out as she walked closed to their mother, saying a few words at her.
The Matriarch at first frowned but then shrugged off, waving Luna off which was the sign for her to go scrunch back as far as she could under the comforting shadows of the beach tent, immediately grabbing her guitar from her case and playing a melody.
Leni managed to catch Lola screeching at Lana to shut up, forcing Lynn Sr. to break it up if their bickering didn't make him burn the meat which immediately forced Lana's mouth to a close.
The blonde just chuckled at the sight before her mind took off again to the young couple, coming to terms for what they had done.
Regardless of her feelings about it, she could at least say that what they've done was something that she never expected to happen and for the family dynamic, it couldn't be forgiven. Lying and faking a fight just for mom to put them together as a way to make up, and then do just that in Vanzilla in all places in all places, with the family riding right there. Her body tingled, not being able to stop getting hot and bothered for how forbidden the act had being but also very risky. She knew that if they followed on this fact, it would get them caught, something that terrified her and dulled whatever feelings her body was giving into a stomach wrenching worry.
It was completely unacceptable.
She frowned as an umbrella was placed close to her head, cutting off the refreshing rays of sun on her body, lifting an eyebrow as Lucy sat down next to her, wrapped in a dark robe that was slightly too big for her, barefoot. She blew her bangs, a single amethyst eye peeking from the mat of black hair.
"Sorry." Was the only thing that Lucy said before fixing the umbrella and returning the rays of the sun back on her face where they belonged.
Leni knew she had to say something but couldn't bring herself to say anything, too wrapped around her worry for her siblings and whatever their plans were for tonight, knowing why they did what they did, insolent as it had been.
When the Goth lifted an eyebrow at how un-Leni she was being, she forced her mind to land, putting her thoughts for her siblings behind her for the time being, now taking a look at her younger sibling, saying the first thing that came off her mind.
"Gosh Lucy, imagine how good you would look with some color on your skin." She smiled picturing it now, giggling as instead she imagined a red lobster with Lucy's face on it.
Her younger sister took it badly however, not to keen in changing her complexion with a shake of her head.
"I'll pass." Far more than used to her whisper like voice, she shrugged.
"One day sister, one day." She promised her with a giggle on her own, the Goth sharing with repulsion at her own thoughts.
Whatever was on her mind however disappeared the moment that Lincoln and Lynn came into view, looking far too happy than the angry and sulking teenagers from early morning. Like a switch that had been switched, their faces took a fake frown, separating from each other, physically checking that they had enough space between them as someone who was really angry with another person, not even looking at each other. It happened so quickly that Leni had no trouble in calling out their ruse but it seemed that the Goth on the other hand was taking the revelation with a shocked surprise, as if she didn't expect this outcome.
Leni frowned, not being able to discern the doubts in her mind that perhaps Lucy knew far more than met the eye about the current situation. She took on her body language which was completely immobile. How odd, she had never seen surprise so clear as day on her face, her suspicious rousing to dangerous grounds, perhaps Lucy like her was more than met the eye. Not liking where this train of thought was taking her, she stood up to receive them.
"Hi Lincy! Lynn! How was the walk? Watcha saw?" She smiled in glee noticing that their masks slipped off for a second before straightening again.
Lincoln paused. "Eh, it's pretty crowded." He said with some hesitation. "We wanted to see the pier but it's just way too crowded."
"Yeah." Lynn agreed with a more than annoyed tone, perhaps too much to sound casual about it, a fact that both Lucy and Leni picked up.
The Goth now finally got a look at them. They were somewhat covered in sand and now that with a sick realization, she got it. She felt like a fool for swallowing that lie, she couldn't even want to imagine if that smell in Vanzilla was related to them and once more, the feelings of nausea hit her like a ton of bricks. Now she felt anger burning in the pit of her stomach, nor only for what her siblings was making her go through but the fact they've put on a show and lied just to get along together.
She blinked as the dots finally connected in her head, her anger easing up somewhat. Lying had never been Lynn's forte, so now looking at Lincoln easily lying for both of them was a far more concerning matter at hand, the very same Lincoln who had been so innocent and naïve. Had the accident with those bullies changed him so much in such a short time?
Lincoln finally managed to look at her directly with a raised eyebrow, intently and calculating. Had Lincoln had always been like this? Scheming and perceptive? She wondered what had that brush with death uncovered, had it crushed his spirit and brought forth someone else from the veil of death? She shuddered at her inner thoughts and felt relieved instead when they walked away, not realizing that Leni had been studying her quite intently this whole time.
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The white-haired teenager briefly looked at Luna as she stared to the ocean, feeling dejected by the situation as a whole. He buried his left hand in the sand, briefly running his fingers through the fine sand, thinking on a way to make things right. He sighed, briefly looking her way again, blinking as Luan stood up from the spot next to his dad barbecue pit to her, watching intently as Luna and Luan walked away, making a sign to mom. If there was someone who could understand her better than anyone, it would be her roommate.
He felt fingers touching his bum through the sand and it was enough to make him chuckle as Lynn wiggled them closer and closer to the crack of his buttcheeks and he couldn't help but to jump as she jammed her entire hand there. She cackled at his expense, finally earning a laugh out of him.
"You'll think of something."
He didn't correct her. It was more like a command than wishful thinking, he just had to, whatever he liked it or not.
By the time that the burgers were done, they were immediately served more at Lana's insistence than anybody else and he couldn't help but to agree. His previous activities and the situation at hand had made him famished. The family laughed and celebrated a somewhat successful family meal even through the rough start of the trip. By the time he had finished his second burger and was about to serve himself a third when finally, Luan and Luna came back, looking far more relieved than previously. He briefly smiled at Luna, promising that no matter what, he was doing his best. She paused, looking at him, Luan looking between them and when she briefly smiled back, he sighed in relief, but still knowing that he had do something to be back in her good graces.
"You wanna eat that or you're gonna stare at it all day?" Lana's voice finally brought him back. He blinked as she motioned to his half-eaten burger, wiggling it to emphasize it.
Grunting with annoyance he pulled it aside. "You ate like five, you're not full?" She pouted, bringing forth a weapon that she had been learning from Lola. Grinding his teeth, it took all his might not to give in to her wiles especially now that she was saying 'pweasepweasepwease' over and over again. He looked for Lynn to get some backup against the blonde haired menace but she was nowhere to be seen, it was only then that he felt someone pulling his trunks, exposing his pale butt to the world, an involuntary screech of shock, jumping with the shock of cold drinks slipping down his ass, barely being able to hold his trunks in one hand, female laughing accompanying his screams.
He hissed turning around as Luan, Lynn and Luna laughed so hard at him that tears were coming off their eyes.
"I wish I had my camera!" Luan cackled, slapping her knee.
He eyed them deeply with a wounded look, but felt somewhat relieved at the so much needed tool to relief tension even at his own expense, guess he deserved that one. He chuckled more for his family sake than his.
"You got me good…" He chuckled again, briefly looking at his parents to let them know that this was not going to be a problem whatsoever with him, the Matriarch lips arching with a relieved smile, his father joining in after, relieved that a potential fight had been avoided, adding to the ones that had sprout out.
Luna finally looked at him with amusement, lifting a single finger and nodding at him…he was getting one chance to make things right.
Challenge accepted.
When he took off, giving Lynn a wink, she didn't question where he was going with nothing more than his blue backpack and his wallet. Lincoln could admit to himself that finally this nagging voice that had taken his subconscious since that fight took place was right. He was getting so…selfish with his decisions, but if a simple gesture was enough to quench the peace he surely needed, then he would take that chance.
It only took him a single trip back into where he came from into the pier walk back into some of the souvenir's shops around the pier. He didn't take a fancy to one until he found the one that called him. A massive carved wood knight on top of a horse and lifting a spear on the air, its spear stabbing through the sign of the store, holding up high in the air for everyone to see.
"Guiding Hands." He read the name of the store aloud, feeling that this place might have the answers that he was looking for. The first thing he noticed as he went in was the glow that seemed to cement the multiple wood, rock and clay statues of multiple beings and figures on front of every shelf.
The store was close to empty, with just the cashier and another man at the further corner of the store. The cashier was an old gentleman with high cheek bones, balding top and a pony tail accentuated with silver hair. The man smiled as soon as he saw him.
"Welcome." He laid on simply. "It's not occasional for a young man to be here. Can I help you find something in particular?"
Lincoln let his eyes wonder on the store, his keen eye making observations of all the articles on the shelves.
"Who make these?" He asked instead.
The man chuckled. "Well, they come from all over the world, all hand made of course. Wouldn't let a machine replace the skills of our own hands."
Lincoln rolled his words in his head, finding appreciation towards tradition, a tact that he could get behind.
"I am looking for a gift for someone that I made angry. She's a musician and my sister."
"Ah." The old man chuckled. "So, you're in some sort of pickle." He laughed with a knowing grin. "Take a look at my collection, I am certain you'll find something to cool the waters."
Lincoln pursed his lips, observing the rows of items with each statue serving as its identifying theme for the articles on a shelf. There was another knight holding a sword and a shield, dictating an entire collection of all sort of medieval art. His eye caught a jester suspended on a downed knight which the jester was using his armored rear to play a mandolin with a smirk on its face. He snorted, immediately thinking of Luan and decided to list that one for a later time. Following the knight were more shelves, including a plaster statue of Babe Ruth slamming a ball and preparing to sail a home run. It brought a smile to his face thinking of his loved one.
He knew that anything in this row would be of her fancy. Figurines lined shelves from many different sports, organized neatly. His eyes settled into basketball players formed with copper wire, polished rock and other metals in different positions, jumping, evading other players; he knew that it was one of her favorites, but nothing could topple her love for baseball; making his decision would be easy.
His eyes studied its section, finding the basic posse somewhat more boring than the last. He studied the next row, finally settling in a baseball bat crossed with a glove crafted with darkened copper and grapevine. It wasn't as fancy compared to up to scale Babe Ruth but it'll have to do given the price…nine dollars. It was close to a quarter of the allowance that brought to the trip; hopefully she would appreciate it.
Now with the business at hand.
Luna however was a simpler variable. The music section had Beethoven holding a sheet of music as he looked on to an audience.
What lavish figure she could like from the many in the rock section alone. Different musicians from hundreds of bands displayed the shelves and he figure that this secretly was the favorite section of the owner given for how extensive this section was compared with the others. Unbeknownst to him, the owner in question was keeping an eye on him, smiling behind the counter.
Her and Luan room was littered with Mick Swagger figures and posters, he didn't want to add another one to the pile. He needed something unique, something that would make a difference. As his eyes observed the row of figures, his eyes couldn't help but to lock on an oddity.
He wasn't as familiar with his music or even an aficionado of the genre, but he did remember that Luna mentioned that Mick Swagger did a concert with several other musicians. There was a piano with Elton Johansen, Brakepad Rose and Mick Swagger on top of the piano singing with the guitarist Dash sitting on the edge of it, his top hat covering his long dirty blonde hair. He blinked…it was perfect, but he couldn't avoid groaning at the price.
Thirty dollars.
He internally groaned. It was practically all the money that he had brought with him in this trip! What a rip-off. He couldn't had decided to pull a dick move at a later date and another location than this one? He groaned again, this time audibly, cursing his bad luck.
The salesman looked at him and grinned a little, this time dismissing his current customer with a smile, bagging his items and approaching the young boy.
"You know. If you purchase two items, I'm willing to reduce the price."
The white-haired boy blinked in surprise at his words, looking for any clues that he was lying, suspicion rolling in waves.
He looked at the two items that he held, the Babe Ruth figurine and his fingers tracing the group of musicians, looking between both of them.
"Uh, how much?"
"I think that there's so many Babe Ruth's around, not to disrespect his memory, but there's not many like these." He said motioning to the group of musicians. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Twenty-Five seems good enough, right?"
Lincoln sighed. What I do for love.
His purchase was packaged neatly, a simple bag for the figurine and then a nice wrapping in thick wrapping paper with a gift bag. With a smirk, the salesman had placed a sticker with the words Im Sorry which made the young boy to chuckle, hoping that this would be enough to cool the musician's anger. He stored the other one in his backpack and started to made his approach back towards their little camp
His approach wasn't unnoticed by Lucy and Leni who looked calmly at his intentions and with one large bag under his arm made Leni smile in relief.
Luna was the second person to notice him. She eyed him with slight distrust, putting her guitar aside. By now, most of the family was staring at him openly.
Lincoln cleared his throat but said nothing. A simple speech wouldn't cut it, so he said the first thing that came to mind.
"Sorry for being a jerk." He said simple, lifting the biggest bag towards Luna who cautiously took it from him. She couldn't help but to grin openly at the sticker on the bag. By now her roommate and the jokester of the family was staring in anticipation.
The musician rolled the bundle of paper in her hands, noticing how heavy it was. She stole another suspicious look at the package, shaking it from side to side before shrugging, deciding that it didn't had a nasty prank prepared for her. She slowly started to peel the package, being careful as playing a lick of bass. Her eyes widened staring at the familiar shape of Brakepad Rose, suspended on a piano. Her fingers dared to kept going until finally the figures were revealed.
Luna couldn't help but to gasp in surprise, almost dropping the item in shock once she unwrapped it. It was like if her dream musicians had come together for her with Elton Johansen playing the piano; she imagined him playing it during his stelar performance in 1993 with Brakepad Rose and Mick Swagger in one of the best performances of their career that cemented her lifestyle.
She was out of words, her lips opening and closing in disbelief.
It was beautiful done in copper wire giving shape to them with chunks of polished metal that gleamed serving as their skin. The words Keep On Rockin' were carved on the burned wood base.
She was paralyzed, completely speechless.
Lincoln stared at her, waiting for something. Either she broke the item over his head or she said that she forgave him and that would be the end of it.
By now, the family was staring at her reaction as well, waiting for anything.
Luna however had other plans.
It was odd for Luna for being that expressive. Whatever it was the fact that she hid her emotions and feelings behind a wall or her reputation as a hardcore musician so the hug that came to him was so surprising that he was almost knocked off his feet. He finally smiled, hugging her back, the entire family openly smiling at their reconciliation, happiness beaming on most of the Loud family faces.
Lynn smirked at the display, her anger at him cooling down knowing that he would pull on through.
Hours later and without bringing this little moment forth, he felt more at ease, his anger finally subsiding, looking as the sun finally dipped down the blue waves. He couldn't help but to look at Lynn, loving the way that last remaining red rays of the sun shimmered in her chocolate orbs, briefly blushing and looking aside as she looked at him, her expression mirroring his own, knowing too well that just in a couple of hours they'll be taken a new step in their relationship, but he wanted to talk things first rather than jumping through the hoop, it just wouldn't feel right otherwise. He didn't feel like dragging on forever for this day to drag over and was more than relieved when his mother took front and center, her gaze briefly falling down on the same sunset that he had been looking.
Rita Loud for once could finally relax with the success of a fantastic family evening, well…close to perfect she thought as she eyed the musician of the family deciding to talk to her later.
"I think it'll do for today dear." She smiled at her husband who eagerly returned the smile, feeling as the tension bled from his body. It seemed that the family had what they needed all along to return some sort of normalcy to the family after the near tragedy of two of its members from the brink of death. She couldn't still reason the swift change in her son from that day, a sweet boy turning into a furious shrieking one. Yet, he wasn't lost forever, smiling briefly at the exchange of today.
Ten minutes later, the family had packed up and were loaded up in Vanzilla, zipping into the blending hues of day and night, the sea glim finally coming to a close. They reached the hotel and unloaded for the day, chatting amicably on a heavyset dinner of chicken breast with white mushroom sauce and mashed potatoes. Lana started swinging her fork at Lola full of mashed potatoes almost launching a ball of potatoes at her dress making her twin to hiss at her in bloody murder leading into another episode of the Matriarch trying her best to avoid an episode as Lana laughed and even Lily laughed at her antics, stealing the attention of most of the Loud family.
Lincoln from his part didn't interfere in the slightest, expecting this from the very beginning when they sat down, finishing his meal and enjoying the chaos. That is until he felt a sensation behind his neck, a slight shiver running through whole body. His eyes turned to the person who was making feel these things, staring at the shimmering brown orbs that was currently undressing him. Lynn sat across of him at the end of the table but the very obvious bedroom eyes that she was currently wearing enticed him to let her know how much he was waiting for this moment, his eyes mirroring hers.
Now they only needed to wait for their family to call it a night and then their day would be celebrated in earnest.
Without realizing their own behavior, Leni was almost too shocked at the bold way they were looking at each other. She was trying her best not to stare herself, surprised that nobody seemed to be observing their behavior. Even Lisa, which should be far more observant giving her scientific progress seemed ignorant to how openly her siblings were broadcasting that they wanted to do on bed. She looked away, finding her unfinished meal interesting. At the same time, Lucy had instead focused on Leni tipped off about how much she knew about it. She knew that the current days were going to be spent spying on her. She internally accepted that perhaps bringing more into the fold to keep this quiet would be helpful, but at the same time, she didn't think she had it in her to talk to her. She wasn't Lynn, the only thing she could do was now to wait.
Time.
That was now the term that the Loud family should focus on.
When the Matriarch smiled at the whole family, both Lincoln and Lynn started shivering in anticipation in their seats, they knew now that they were about to be freed from the torment from being kept apart to be their true selves.
"This was one of the best days that the family had seen in a long time. Thank you for giving me new memories. The trip was a little bit…bumpy." Her eyes flickered to Lincoln and Lynn who smiled innocently looking aside. "But so far so good. We should probably call it a night for today, it's late. If we want to get up early tomorrow."
The twins groaned in protest but a quick clear of her throat quickly silenced their protests, not daring to go against their mother. The family had finally called it a night of early rest, well…most of them anyway.
With every step that Lincoln and Lynn walked down the hallway to their room, their libido grew.
Lincoln felt the familiar prickling stir in his loins, not able to keep his eyes dripping with desire. Lynn for her part bit her lips, looking straight ahead, feeling her cunny squinching already, throbbing in a way that made walk difficult. The moment the key opened the door, they pretended to carefully close it for the night. Lincoln squinted his eyes for any intruder. Satisfied that the cost was clear, he closed the door, locking the double lock and turning around.
She was there standing in the middle of the room, her back facing the bed with four towels covering the sheets of their hotel bed. Slowly, she lifted her right hand, beckoning him with a single digit.
Come to me.
The boy didn't hesitate to cut the distance between them, wrapping his arms firmly around her, bringing her as close to his body as possible, forehead meeting forehead, eyes enthralled in each other.
Neither of them knew who made the first move, their lips meeting so hard that their teeth rattled, mixing with an animalistic moan growling from their throats as they exchanged their passion tenfold, bleeding out in a single burst of contact exploding in a wave of heat that couldn't be contained anymore. Their skin was burned red hot, augmented by the ardent need to feel each other. Clothes were now the only layer for their hunger for each other to be consumed.
Lynn gyrated him roughly, yanking his arms up so she could shove the shirt up and throw it across the room, her palms slamming against his chest intending on slamming him on the bed, but he surprised her again, taking hold of her shirt in a single hand, kissing her roughly and making see stars. In a moment, the cold AC of the air let her shivering as her legs were exposed to the room, her legs parted with a kick at her feet, his hand letting go off her shirt, lips burying on her navel, her throat hissing in passion as the boy duck his head into her shirt, lapping, biting and licking as much skin as he could. His head rose with his still inside of her pink top, lifting it enough to be easily raised above her head, revealing her blue swimsuit top which came off with two digits undoing the knot. Her nipples stiffened to the cold air, shivering slightly at being exposed.
As if sensing her needs to get warm, he provided. Lincoln roughly took hold of her breasts making her gasp in a mix of agony and excitement at being handled in such way, her lips twisting in a grimace that came off as a sharp intake of pleasure when his digits twisted her nipples sharply before being replaced by his mouth attacking her right nipple making the girl to mewl in agonizing pleasure as his tongue caressing her recovering nipples adding to the ecstasy that her body bled out in pure electricity. Her legs twisted off her, being pushed on the bed roughly with the boy's weight slamming on her, the bed bouncing slightly, his weight shifting and not letting her to rotate him as she had done in the tryst in his room on that night when they came clean to each other.
He smirked at her annoyance at being trapped by him, his hands firmly taking hers and slamming them behind her bed, pinning her and silencing her protests with another kiss that made her eyes to clench shut, the whisper of her pleasure humming from her throat like the purr of a kitten. She bumped her core with the bulge firmly pressed against her earning a growl that made her toes to curl, this time going into the offensive. Trapping him beneath her wrapping her strong legs around his back, pulling him as close as possible to her. He tried to dislodge himself, protesting, even though she took his lips on his to pacify him to let her do as she wished. The boy seemed to finally give him, slumping against her. She smirked across his lips, taking his lower one and sucking it as her hands roamed his chest, getting excited at the growing firmness and definition that his body now had, going wild and licking his skin, suckling the skin where the chest met his abdomen, the boy completely paralyzed at the surprising amount of agonizing pleasure that racked through his veins, lowering his inhibitions which Lynn used it to her advantage, her legs gyrating him to the left and reversing their positions, immediately trapping him beneath her, bumping their burning cores together with their bodies shaking. By now, Lincoln let himself be dominated, enjoying the excruciating heat of her cunny across his cock which was by now soaked in the juices of her drenched swimsuit lower piece, leaving a stream of her liquid excitement against the material.
Unable to handle the heated torture that his body was going through, he forced her hips still, rubbing the wet spot of her cunny with his bulged prick across her folds making the girl to start twitching without her control.
That son of a bitch knew almost everything about her body. It seemed that no matter what she did to outdo him, he always seemed to come on top. In a way she shouldn't be surprised that he had picked her game so quick, using pleasure as the weapon to made her submit to him but she didn't have it in her to even know how to spell the word surrender. Even before she could make a plan on attack, he was already on the offensive, pushing her legs open with his knees giving him enough room to maneuver, sliding down on the bed until his mouth was lined up with her covered core.
Lincoln smirked and just like that, her defenses collapsed.
The tip of his tongue made contact with her covered cunny, her back arched backwards, slamming both hands across her mouth to cover the scream that busted from her throat, not being able to stop her hips. His saliva coated the already spreading spot on the bottom swimsuit piece, both fluids mixing in a whiff of pheromones and musk that let him twitch painfully and letting his hunger guide his actions.
Yet it wasn't enough, it seemed to never be enough when it came to her. A twist of his tongue sent her body lurching forward, slamming across the pillow. He hummed in hunger, taking her hold of her ass and squeezing her soft skin that seemed to burn in his hands, getting bold enough to let his hands wander her rear, digging through the folds of the swimsuit bottom piece, tugging it upwards and digging the material between her cheeks, his fingers caressing the rim of her anus with the tip of his finger making the girl to jump with a squeal of surprise giving him enough space to bury his cheeks across her covered cunny, tugging at the swimsuit and finally partying it enough to reveal her shimmering pinks lips for his hungry mouth to latch into.
Lynn buried her face into the pillow and screamed, her body no longer under her control. Lincoln Express was now guiding her across the tracks and she wasn't sure if she wanted it to stop. Her lips bit the pillow case as his assault started, burying his tongue completely in her folds, drowning in her creamy fluids and gurgling down with no hesitation. Her hips piston across his mouth, seeking the pleasure of his velvet tongue, exploring her regions, electrifying her body and heating it up dangerously to her breaking point.
She stopped herself, freeing her mouth from the pillow case with a whimper of pleasure.
"I…mmmgonna cum." Was the only thing that she could mutter between her squeals but it was enough for the boy to stop his assault, licking her fluid from his lips, grabbing her by her inner thighs and forcing her down on bed. He was breathing hard and panting in barely controlled lust, poised atop of her but she understood.
His glacial blue eyes were dilated, saliva and something that looked like her fluid dripped fully from his lips down his chin, not making an effort to clean himself up. She looked down from his trembling chest to the obvious bulge in his bathing trunks. Slowly, her hands caressed the skin of his hips, slowly tracing down the quivering flesh until her fingers hooked around his trunks, pressing down and starting to peel them off his skin but his bulge impeded their movement. Slowly, he raised his hips in the clear for them to start coming off, his prick pressed down and finally popping free. Even in the light of the room, she was delighted at his thick size already dancing for her, wet at the tip and enlarged red head moving without his control.
Lincoln assisted his sister into removing the final piece of his clothing. She looked down on herself and pushing him slightly with her raised knee, undoing the knot on the last article that was protecting her modesty. Slowly, both siblings looked at each other, appreciating the body of their family member with the same wild passion for each other since they started this. Her hand traced his trembling abdomen, past his hips that were no so bony anymore until her fingers wrapped around his hot flesh making the boy to hiss in pleasure and the pressure that his hard cock was being exerted by her hand that opened and traced the tip of the wet gland of his cock, caressing a thumb and sending shockwaves through his body.
His legs were clamming up in the suspended position that he was but said nothing as she explored him, enough to get gather her mental strength for what was about to happen.
"If we're doing this, I want to be on top." She told him softly but with enough command to let him know that it was non-negotiable. Maintaining an illusion of control was a direct motivation to swallow how nervous she really was.
She couldn't help herself. It was the peeve of her life, she needed to do everything with no hesitation or it would put her personality down the she put her mind to task, she worked until it was perfected to a fine art. That was a guiding principle in her life, with no obstacles to be on her path, even if the obstacle seemed to be herself. The white boy haired teen seemed to understand, giving her a wide smile, cleaning the fluids that were now drying on his lips and lowering his soft lips against hers in a kiss that conveyed everything that needed to be said.
He understood.
"But…" Lynn added with some hesitation, in part to cover the cold feeling pitting in her stomach. "I want to explore you ourselves first."
He didn't hesitate to give her a straight answer.
"Okay."
Yesterday had been the only day that they risked everything for a tryst in which they had observed each other on plain day light. Every inch of her skin was clear as day, he could observe every part of her. Every mole, every mark, every scar in her petite body, just as he was memorizing more of her now that they were doing together with the artificial light of the room illuminating everything but the lightbulb above the entrance of their room.
The teens were interlaced together, pressing their bodies as tight as they could, embracing the wave of heat and electricity generated by each other, kissing, licking, suckling whatever they could get their lips across. Their hands explored their bodies freely, touching, petting, memorizing what part made the other to jump and growl in pleasure for further knowledge.
To Lynn it meant levelling the field. She couldn't help herself but to imagine other scenarios where she'll have him beat, though she hated to admit it that with the proper motivation he could made her see stars. His hands burying around her wet opening made her hiss, paralyzing her body, burying her face on the crook of his neck and suckling on his skin to hide the growl of agonizing pleasure as the boy ran his fingers freely, generating a music between her legs that he could only produce. Her only body trembling and the desperate way that she was clinging into his neck was the final key of the puzzle. Slowly, he tilted her head and kissed her, burying a single digit into her moist slot making his sister to moan into his lips. He marveled at how his digit was sucked in and wondering how could they make this work, lowering his eyes to her neither regions.
"Is what where my thing is supposed to fit…it looks so small." He couldn't avoid commenting.
The girl snorted around his lips, pushing him down on the bed, climbing on top of him and smiling at the boy below her.
"Jeez, that's enough yapping from you. You're supposed to make this a magical and loving experience. One of a kind remember?"
"But Lynn, you're one of a kind for me."
She bit her lips to avoid breaking into another smile.
"You're so cheesy." She carried on, her fingernails digging down his chest and settling her warm hands on his stomach, lifting her rear on the air, taking a deep breath. Slowly, her hand trailed down his stomach towards his manhood, clenching it making the teen to suck breath watching as she pumped his cock, loving it felt. Even so slowly, her hips settled on the path of no return, cutting the space between their organs until the wet tip of his cock made contact with her puffy lips. The teens tensed, jumping unconsciously at the hot sensation and explosion of pleasure generated by a mere touch, but finally they both understand as they look at one another.
This was the road of no turning back. Perhaps the very same thought ran through their heads as they kissed for the first time after his confession. Everything that they've done build up for this moment.
The final taboo.
Slowly, his hands take hold of her trembling hips to give her courage, smiling comfortably. She finally opened her eyes, looking fully at him and once more lowering her hips towards his waiting length. Her hand took him firmly towards her glistening opening, making contact again. They both groaned at the sensation but didn't separate as last time. Slowly she guided his head towards her dilating pussy, finally lining their sexes together and pressing slightly. Lynn let out a deep breath, easing her body down, the head of his dick slowly digging inside.
The teens groaned at the sensation. On part from Lynn she felt strange and full, the sensation of slowly being spread apart for the first time was bizarre but it was not unpleasant. Lincoln let her be the guide, not daring to move as his dick was further pushed inside of her, gradually accommodating his size, his eyes widening slightly at how much his dick was suddenly squished between her velvet flesh. It seemed that she was surprised as he was; looking down he was astonished that he was already half inside of her.
"Lynn, are you okay?I thought that uh." He didn't finish his sentence, preferring to keep his mouth from embarrassing himself. His girlfriend was contorted as if making the final leap of her decision but he didn't had time to comfort her as she firmly grabbed his shoulders and impaled fully on him, sinking down on him with a deep hiss of pain and pleasure coming off her throat together with the surprised groan that escaped his throat.
There was pain, but Lynn had dealt with pain before, resting comfortably against his chest and not moving, the feeling of being stretched for the first time to such degrees making a number on her, but not enough to numb her for the odd mix of pain and pleasure.
Lincoln traced her hair in concern, clamping his throat shut, not daring to move. Slowly, she climbed off his chest, placing her hands on his shoulders and lifting herself up, the teens groaning at the sensation of their union.
Yet, she realized it that they had crossed the rubicon together.
"We…we did it." She smiled sweetly, her thumbs tracing his shoulders, earning a smile from the boy beneath her. She gathered her courage and lifted her hips, earning a groan of pleasure from both of them at the odd sensations that rang through both of their bodies, his dick disappearing and appearing inside of her, finally the passion spilled and she let herself go free, riding him earnestly, the pain and discomfort gone from her body, never imagining how far his dick was scratching at her walls, loving the sensation and wanting this moment to last forever. The white-haired boy took her by her hips, this time thrusting against her hips elevating the pleasure tenfold. His hands latched on her breasts, teasing her nipples, sensations climbing in their bodies from the sheer pleasure of their touch of one another, inside and outside, heat pooling into their stomachs at the friction of their neither regions connected in a mix of dancing hips and exchanges of gasps of pleasure.
The boy couldn't take it anymore, rotating her with ease surprising the sportsgirl, but not protesting, wrapping her strong legs around his back. He started thrusting automatically but still slow enough to ride this experience to their peak, burying his prick into his sister, firmly and digging into her cervix, by now feeling as she sucked him into herself over and over again, as if her own body couldn't get enough of him, digging her finger into his back, guiding his thrusts with the volume of her moan. He couldn't help but to hiss her again, their tongues dancing in a mix of moans, grunts and quick exchange of breath between then as their tempo increased, riding the wave of the forbidden but unable to stop themselves now.
It felt just right. The impacts of skin against skin and the mix of hisses and grunts from both teens occupied their minds. Their sweat and fluids mixed together as well as their body heat spilling to the room, increasing their tempo, wanting to be closer to each other in more ways than one.
Lynn growled as his dick impacted at her from a high angle, digging further and further into her walls, breathing in every time his thick girth went inside of her, toes curling from sheer agonizing pleasure but it was his eyes that told her that he was enjoying it as much as she was.
Blue looked at brown. The light reflected the warmth of their love, unescapable from each other with only society being in their way, but today there were far more than blood and flesh but lovers in every sense of the word. The thought immediately pooled more heat into her body, tightening her carnal flesh walls against his cock making the boy to grunt at the sudden tightness and unable to stop for nothing but to seek the ultimate show of love towards his lover, increasing his tempo, pushing through the discomfort of her nails digging into his skin and the disregard for anyone that could hear them.
Her feet bounced off his back with each of his thrusts, the sportsgirl burying her mouth unto the crook of his neck and that's when she felt it.
It felt like the bomb was finally started ticking to a close, her walls clamping him hard making the boy to almost lose it right there.
Inhibitions and logic flew, replaced by their love and passion, the exchange of their love was the only reason to go along now.
"I…" Lincoln tried to speak, to warn her, but Lynn didn't have it, squeezing him harder with her legs to keep him in place, pushing this race to the final lap.
Electricity danced through her eyes, the room spinning with black spots dancing through her vision, her body clamped down as she felt the rush of her orgasm exploding out of nowhere, riding the euphoria as a rollercoaster and taking him for a ride. Her cum stained walls squeezed him, the boy finally giving a loud growl against her lips and exploding inside.
The teens growled against their lips, their bodies wrenching from side to side in a mix of limbs, blood, cum, sweat and saliva, riding the wave of their orgasms together.
They collapsed together, breathing hard through their lips against each other faces coming off their high. Lincoln was the first to recuperate, looking at her chocolate brown eyes and smiling stupidly at her.
She couldn't help herself but to snort, looking aside, as if ashamed that he could dictate her reactions in ways that she wouldn't show to anyone else but to him.
The feeling of his thick organ deflating and exiting her lower lips made her sigh again as the discomfort and pang of pleasure disappeared, her opening now throbbing pleasurably, the warmth spreading inside of her far more than the physical feeling but her heart.
The lovers smiled against each other, pecking their lips together, feeling exactly where they belonged, unable to bring themselves to finally admit to each other that a void had being filled, an union that couldn't be separated no matter what and that made Lincoln to almost seethe in anger, wrapping his arms fully around her possessively.
He promised himself that no matter what happened, the feeling that rang through his heart wave would be the only thing that will move with him no matter where he went.
Lynn belonged to him.
Forever and ever.
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Sunlight was streaming through the curtains of their room and it was the only thing that woke the boy first, groaning in annoyance, opening his eyes and glaring at the offending sun and looking at the clock on the wall.
Barely the day had broken in which meant that they had less than an hour to clean the mess that they had done yesterday.
Lynn was glued at his side, her soft brown locks caressing his naked chest every time she breathed in and out. His movement made her groan herself in such a cute way that he couldn't help but to chuckle at how cute it was, running his fingers through her locks.
"Morning jackass." She muttered against his chest, sending a wave of butterflies dancing against his skin.
He didn't say anything but to lift her chin with a single finger, kissing her passionately and threatening to restart their engine to a searing red-hot passion. With disappointment at himself, he broke the kiss first, caressing her cheek tenderly.
"Would love to stay in bed but ya know…" He elaborated, pointing at each other. "We gotta clean up."
Lynn nodded dejected, begrudgingly not liking how sticky her skin felt. Slowly, she peeled the covers from both of bed, her eyes tracing the dried-up mix of blood and cum that had left a sizable pink dry stain on their skin, looking down at their sheets for anything that could point out that they had getting busy yesterday but thankfully only the towels seemed to be stained with their lovemaking.
"Are you okay?" He asked with concern, tracing her cheeks again. The girl smiled at him, taking one of his hands and kissing it tenderly.
"With you?" She smiled. "Always."
"Now, who's being cheesy?" He smirked making her to chuckle.
"You're rubbing on me Stinklon." She pushed him off her playfully, her right leg coming on around him and caressing his butt with it. "In more ways than one."
She smirked again loving how quick she could make him shift into what she wanted, laughing at the reaction of his face contorting in a grimace.
"Don't tease me…we gotta get ready."
Rolling her eyes at him, she pressed herself fully against the bed.
"We got at least an hour." Her eyes looking at the door of the bathroom and then at him, an eyebrow lifting up saucily. "Which means I can make you mine again, lover." Her hand sneaked around his neither regions, taking his morning erection into her hand and pumping him licking her lips as his face contorted in agonizing pleasure.
"Lynn." He hissed.
"Don't Lynn-me. Now be a good boy and let's take a shower…this is our time now and your ass is mine Lincoln, you got that?"
He growled against her, bringing his face closer to her and smirking.
"Oh, you're on."
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Three days had gone in a blur.
Three days of passion, love making and full enjoyment. For once in their lives, they felt compelled to act upon their feelings for each other, acting upon those feelings.
It seemed that the wake-up call finally came when Vanzilla was already lock and loaded with the family on their way to the Loud residence.
The return to normalcy hit them hard, their home now felt like a prison that enclosed their passion for each other. Yet it wasn't impossible to have time for each other.
Like always, planning was something that came naturally to Lincoln. With a mere month away from starting school, he planned everything to the letter. He wasn't going to spoil anything though, he knew how snooping Lynn could be to sate her curiosity, so it was easy to presume that she would be looking at his daily planner where he planted his more personal ideas, rolling around his thoughts for an appropriate setting, smiling as a few ideas hit home but that didn't meant that he would hang his other responsibilities to focus his entire attention on her.
By now, he was hanging around with Clyde, feeling far more refreshed and mentally sound than their last meeting.
The boy could observe the sudden change in him, almost like if the trip to the beach had brought him back to the old Lincoln that he knew and loved. His smiled were real, he laughed without a care in the world before the incident. His friend was now the Lincoln he knew, his brother was back.
Clyde knew it was statistically improvable, but it seemed that the trip rejuvenated him.
Yet his eyes couldn't help but to center on the scar around his eyebrow.
It would be always be a reminder that life can come at you fast in the last ways you expect.
Perhaps it was the fact that they were growing but with a sad realization, Clyde was also reminded of the futility to stop time. It was a thought that Lincoln had months ago and now he was hit with the same thought.
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With another week past, the time to start school came closer to the young couple. It seemed so easy to lose themselves into each other; yet with classes looming closer and closer, they couldn't help but to hold each other tighter, their kisses wilder and more daring, sometimes even with someone next door. They had done a marvelous job to keep their passion locked until the dead of night where they could be more than Lincoln and Lynn, brother and sister, flesh and blood, but their true selves.
A world on its own without masks.
But time waited for no one.
Classes were about to start. It would require the most planning for Lincoln how to move their lives around each other with such an obstacle in their path.
With their love burning as bright as the sun, the couple would overcome their obstacles as long as they had each other and with such thoughts, they both knew that it would be enough.
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But that was not the only thing that happened, isn't it?
The voice of Harriet cut through his memories.
The barely shapeless body of the present Lincoln, looking at the space void in a mix of resentment and detachment.
"No."
His voice cut through the moment, running his fingers through his hair and sighing.
"School…school was when we discovered that things would be more difficult than we thought imaginable…not impossible but still, it did place a toll on us."
He smiled suddenly at the thought.
"But we pushed through together."
Harriet hummed her lips in thought, crossing her arms around her chest and looking at her grandson with a single peeled amethyst eye, observing and studying him.
"So…" She turned to him fully. "What changed?"
His smile disappeared. Emotions that he thought that had dried out years ago now had a firm grip on his throat.
"I guess when you're in love, nothing matters to you but your significant other…we just weren't careful."
Harriet chuckled.
"I dare to say that it's far beyond that. You went through the rabbit hole and now, here we are."
Lincoln didn't have a word to answer her, far too focused in his current situation.
He felt her eyes on him, turning to fully face her, finding both of her hair covered eyes fully peeled and looking at him.
"My question still stands boy. Would you be willing to live with the consequences? Or would you rather come with me?"
Lincoln chuckled.
"If you know me well enough, you already know that answer."
A sudden rage overcame his features, face contorting in raw anger.
"I've done my share of things and I don't regret a goddamn thing. Not one bit! This fucking world doesn't have the right to judge me! I am my own man and I won't be silenced."
Harriet stayed still without saying a word, unfaced around his anger and that seemed to make him madder.
"I will live and I will live for both! Even if she doesn't want me no more. I will live and there's not a goddamn thing you can do about it, got that?!" He screamed, rage consuming all reason, penned agony and nothing to put his hands around it to calm down.
He pointed a finger at her.
"I made my choice. I'm sure as shit won't stay here. I am done with this fucking pity party. Take my back, now!"
The apparition of his grandmother didn't say anything, her amethysts eyes looking through him and his fury.
She saw the raw pain that had shaped him for bad or good. She seemed to understand what her granddaughter had seen in him. The question was now if he would be strong enough to seek redemption and made his path. She needed more information before she made the decision. The laws of nature were not broken everyday after all. Even she was bound by these laws which were unbreakable.
The thread of destiny had just snared him, strength and perseverance defying the odds. It was a very human trait that had defined man and her own grandson. Now she was the deciding hand and he seemed to realize this as his fury took another notch, doing his best to break from the invisible shackles that held him floating in the void, trying to reach her.
"Enough." Was the only thing that she said before the man across her seemed to curl within himself, a scream of pure agony. Regardless of the odd sensations coursing through his body, he still did not relent to her, murdering her with a look of unadulterated rage. The manner in which he rebelled against her, no matter if the stakes where against him was a feat on itself. Perhaps that's why he was Lynn's antithesis to the very core, his only curse was that he was related to her. But it also told her that his convictions were completely true. He had made his choice, and while his path had been marked by indecision due the obstacles presented, he never gave up.
The answer was always inside of him.
What I do for you child, Harriet thought about her granddaughter with amusement. She of course knew of her real feelings and opposition towards this unholy union, as she had described it in great detail but she recognized that for this family to be united again they would need to be stronger.
They would have to consider the union between brother and sister as a mere obstacle.
Every family struggled.
But unity was the glue that held every family together.
If Lincoln had to fight for such thing to happen, so be it.
It was what he and Lynn wanted after all.
"You and I will meet again child, in the long distant future. I have given your destiny back, do not waste this opportunity. All you've done is fighting since she was taken away from you…what is more than a few more battles to be fought over for what you desire, eh?" She smiled as Lincoln looked at his own incorporeal body starting to fade away. "You will not remember this. My parting words for you my boy, those that dare wins, I believe that you're far more than familiar with that phrase." With a last smile, she lifted a single hand and waved her hand away. Just like that, sound returned, the void breaking and cracking in multiple chunks, raining down in a mix of reds, blues and yellows, the world finally exploding with white until he knew no more.
In the physical world, his real body twitched. A navy doctor looked aside from the tray which she was organizing with the autopsy sharp tools, her brown eyes looking at the pale body on the bed, shaking her head at her imagination. She was an older woman with gray hairs mixed with black dressed in a single blue navy jump suit and a lab coat. Slowly she took the clip board clipped to the steel bed which housed the pale young man with odd white hair, humming in details about his name, his features and eventual death in combat, single wound penetration from behind his head which had clipped his spine clean off, the brain had gone to a complete blackout. Surprisingly he had survived the EVAC into their vessel, the surgery and now, his brain waves had disappeared.
It seemed unethical to let such young man to perish in this war that had deemed this man no longer serviceable for his country, but he was brain dead and thus, the rest of his organs had finally failed. Her orders were to carry out an autopsy to carry out the final report which would be included in the final report of his life. She hummed, tracing his service record, feeling some regret about his commendation medal only to die a day later in the field in that God forgotten city.
Usually, they did in this pairs, but the ship was running at full capacity, even morticians had started to pull dual duties, working on the death and the living, like a mix between both worlds.
Shaking her head, she prepared herself for the deed, donning her surgical gloves and full-face mask. With practiced ease, she took the sharp dissecting tool from the tray, placing her left hand above his firm pectoral muscles, her other palm facing forward, taking the cutting tool between her index finger and thumb, like a finger gun, the sharp blade making a short incision on the upper chest of the young man across of her.
The doctor stopped half way as blood jumped from the wound, pooling away down the skin.
She gasped in surprise. It wasn't coagulated blood; this man was alive!
Slowly, the head of the young man tilted towards her own surprised face. Two enraged eyes opened along with a scream that pierced the calmness making the doctor to join in with an horrified scream of her own. Faster than her eye could follow, two hands came off the sheath that covered his body, so fast that the scalpel pierced through his hand, wrapping her hands in a crushing grip while the other rammed across her visor, crushing it inwards across her face and launching her across the room, her body slamming on metal trays and instruments holding other sharp tools with a large bang.
The man stood up with a scream, bringing his pierced hand towards his bleeding chest, wild blue eyes looking at the ceiling.
"LYYYYYYYYYYYYYYNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
His screams rattled the ship hallway, resounding all the way through the medical ward, multiple doctors, sailors running full speed towards the ruckus.
The man screamed again, advancing towards the downed doctor that was just coming about with a pained scream, barely being able to lift herself up from the multiple sharp tools embedded in her body, her lab coat and jump suit painted with blood. She screamed as she turned around and saw the body of the young man moving towards her mechanically, the blood freely running down his naked body, muscles ripping along his skin with the power to rip her apart. The murderous expression of the young man made her scream, barely being able to put distance between her and the murderous man.
The steel door ripped open so hard that the room rattled. When two Marines NCO's, a Navy doctor and two sailors saw the naked six foot and a half naked bleeding man pushing himself up towards the injured doctor, they jumped into action, slamming into him, trying to pin him down. A deep growl resounded through the room, the wild man ripping the grip of the NCO at his side, taking him by his left arm and sending him flying toward one of the sailors with relative ease. The man screamed rushing towards the other Marine, in a terrifying feat of strength, he rammed the Marine, easily lifting him up by the arms and sending him toppling towards the door impacting the steel door with a loud crash. A terrifying growl came from the naked man, turning his wild blue eyes towards the remaining man standing that screamed something intelligible in the radio clipped around his belt.
The sailor couldn't do nothing else but to scream in horror as a steel tray was thrown at his head and before he could recuperate, a fist sent him flying atop the other two downed Marines.
A harsh scream of agony came from the naked man, looking down below him. The nurse had finally crawled from where she fell, her hand let go of the needle that was buried in his leg. A snarl came from the man, feet ramming across her face, sending the doctor sliding off, clutching the bloodied nose, blood splattered in the inside of the face mask.
Slowly, the man stammered backwards, black spots dancing across his eyes, doing his best to stand upright but falling, his rear hitting the steel floor, eyes finally curling into themselves with his bloodied hands slamming on the ground, a final gasp of oxygen leaving his bruised lips.
As his body laid still, the face of Harriet looked upon the scene playing in front of her, she hummed.
"Rest for now child, your journey is just getting started. Only then will you ensure your destiny in your own hands."
Darkness finally enveloped Lincoln, launching him in a world of dreams encased by his own memories where he fell into the rabbit hole and every result that encased his choices.
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A/N: And so, this is the end of the first part. Stay tuned to the sequel! I hope I see you soon next year. Please PM me with any questions and review! Thank you.
D4rK.