Link-N retreated.
"We'll catch him!"
"No! Check on Luan! Now!" Lana turned Luan around. She grabbed her arms, and checked for a pulse. Lana shook her head.
Lincoln grabbed Vince, who was smiling so hard. "You lose." Lincoln slammed him on Lisa.
"Linc..." Lynn did not plan to intervene this time.
"I'm fragile! Be careful, Lincoln!" Lisa was pulled away from under Vince.
"I'll ask you, one last time. Where is Linka?" He checked his gun. Five bullets in the mag. "I don't know who that is, for the last time." Lincoln was seething with the desire to rage, to kill something. He aimed the gun. "Oh, not this again. If you were gonna fire, I'd already be-"
BANG. The top of her head spewed blood like a geyser. Her body fell on its side, creating a river of blood underneath her head. Vince was slightly disturbed. "I'll ask you. Linka Loud. Where is she?" He scanned his eyes from Lisa to Vince. "TELL ME NOW!"
"WE HAVEN'T TAKEN ANYONE BY THAT NAME. IT'S LIKE SHE TOLD YOU. I-"
BANG. Vince's left eye was replaced by an entry wound. The wall behind him splattered with his brain and blood. "Wrong answer..."
The others, minus Lynn, made an effort to turn away from the bloody scene. "Lincoln, you didn't have to-"
"Yes I did. Come on, we have a clone to catch." Lincoln chased after Link-N. Lana and Lola seconded the motion. Lynn planted a kiss on Luan's forehead before taking off. "I love you..."
Link-N was halted by Lana's sweep kick. "We're not finished!" Lola was sneaking up beside him. He elbowed the diva, as Lana sped towards him. He managed to stop her, and threw her to the ground. "Keep distracting that son of a gun!" Lola nodded. She locked her hands over him. Lana performed a combo on flying fists. Link-N fidgeted. He headbutted Lola from behind, and heaved her over him, hitting Lana as well.
He finally talked. "I can do this all day." Lola's nose was broken, bleeding. Lana was being worn out. Lincoln finally caught up, kicking the boy down from behind. Lana clenched both fists together and swung from below, hitting Link-N from his lower jaw. He stumbled about, spitting.
"He's not giving up!"
"Because I don't, ever." Lincoln and the boy lunged at each other. Lincoln kneed him, tossing him on his back. Lincoln developed an idea. He fired the remaining shots into the boy's head. Link-N fell back. "Healing factor. Let's change that." Lincoln tossed a grenade to Lana. "Blow the head!"
Lana pulled the pin, jamming the grenade into the boy's mouth. Lana then took behind cover, dragging Lola with her. The grenade went off, as soon as Lynn arrived.
"Did we... Did we really win this time, Lincoln?" The body was not moving at all.
"All things considered, I'm disturbed this is just a kid. I know this isn't technically, but the appearance doesn't help." Lola was feeling queasy.
"I don't know. Regardless if he's dead or not, this definitely should have slowed him down, at least for awhile." Lynn approached the body. "We'll handle it from here. Thanks for all your information. Now we can take Lisa's secret empire. And this saves time and resources." Lynn held her hand out, and Lincoln shook. "Thank you for all your help. The idea was to capture Lisa alive, but I'll put in the reports that she killed herself. You'll have your clean slate soon. I suggest keeping the watch, if you ever need us."
Lincoln sighed. "Yeah, thanks..." Lynn looked again at the body. "A moment of silence. For Luan." The four went flat for fourteen seconds.
"We'll call for funeral preparations. So, you need a ride back or something?"
Lincoln looked at Lynn, and smiled.
Later
They returned to the Elite X headquarters. Link-N's headless body was placed in a cell beside Luna's, by Lynn. "Oh, god, that's disgusting. Bringing a dead kid's body only makes me want to kill you even more, Lynn!" Lana and Lola returned to their room. Lynn led Lincoln to hers. "Just like home." Lincoln looked around.
Lynn sat in her bed. "Do you ever think about it? About them?" Lincoln closed the door. "I don't ever do. I don't ever want to." Lynn understood his words. "I wish I was as strong as you. I mean, look at you. You're stonehearted. You're inhuman than the rest of us." Lynn looked down, voice lowering that to something from the sound of mice. "I wish I was like you."
"No, you don't want that on you, Lynn. Not the same darkness I have. You have no idea. Its horrible. Its there. Its the thing that pretends to be your reflection on any shiny surface. It leaves you dead, and you'll never feel alive or be alive after being exposed to such things. You don't ever want to let it fully in. I can see it in your eyes." He turned her head. "And they tell me you're not there. You still show fear, and worry. I don't see the same when I look in a mirror. Unlike you..."
He squeezed his fists. "I feel like I truly lost everything. Who I once was is dead. All that's on my mind is lifting my daughter high enough to never fall under my wings of darkness. I'm trying so hard, in the hell this is. Even with the clean slate, it'll always be here. The burden I have to always carry." Lynn rubbed his back.
"I... Linc, I never knew..." He turned to her, and she looked into his eyes, which were showing something else now. A glimpse of some hidden pain, locked away for eternity. Lynn leaned in, closing her eyes. She pecked his lips.
Lincoln stood frozen, and Lynn was desperate for some expression. "I'm sorry- I just-"
Lincoln placed his thumb on her chin, and pulled her face into his. The two were locked in a deep kiss. Lynn heaved Lincoln into her bed, laying above him. He placed his hands under her shirt. She stopped. "Lincoln, do you really want to do this?" He leaned up, kissing her neck. "I do now. I never really noticed how hot you are now. You're like Caity Lotz."
"I don't know who that is. But I can say the same. You're fucking desirable. Now I really want to fuck you..." He leaned in her ear.
"Then take my clothes off, why don't you?" Lynn grew red from his words.
She ripped herself from her clothes, revealing a black bra and blue panties underneath. She removed his shirt and pants. Lynn felt her away around his six-pack. "Oh, god. Abs." She kissed her way from his chest down to his hip. She removed his boxers. At last, all the clothes came off. She rolled him over, wrapping her arms on his back. "Show a lady a good time..."
Lincoln entered deep inside her. Lynn moaned in delight. "Is this your first time?" She shook her head. "Good. Also if you get pregnant-"
"I'm infertile. No children."
"Remind me later about that."
Lynn felt his hot breathe on her neck. "Oh, god..."
He began to give it to her, going faster with every second passing by. Lynn was enjoying it so much. Lincoln felt a wetness around his penis, making it easier to nail her. Lynn's boobs jiggled around. Lincoln began to toy around with them. Lynn bit her lip, still moaning about. She let her hair fly from its regular form, and ran her hands through his hair as she felt his mouth suck on her chest. "Linc..."
Lynn rolled them around again. She began to ride him. Lincoln was letting out his own moans. He rubbed his hands around her whole body. They continued to have sex for the next fifteen minutes. Lincoln and Lynn were now worn out, and laying down, under the sheets.
"Glad for thicker walls."
"Glad for your thicker walls." Lynn laughed, blushing.
"Linka's mom not as good as me? So, who is her mother, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Actually, I do." Lincoln rose up to dress. Lynn leaned up.
"Hey, now. Stay a little longer. I love your company." She kissed his shoulder.
"You're not falling in love with me, are you?" She rested her head on him, turning red. "I can't answer that. But... I do love you, you know? Are we going for round two anytime soon?"
"Not sure. Anyways, I think I have to go now. Linka might be crying for me. Thanks for all your help." He kissed her again, making her go wild with a few giggles. "Hehe, you're welcome. So, who were you looking for? What did Ventura mean?"
"Just a close friend missing", he lied. "I don't know why I assumed they'd taken her."
Later
Lincoln returned back to his apartment.
Maybe it wasn't them who took my Bun-Bun. But then, who? This wasn't a random taking. Only Linka was taken. And there's valuables that were untouched. No, there is something else going on here... Something I haven't accounted for.
Lincoln entered inside. The first order of business was to remove the body of his late best friend. "Damn... Forgive me, Clyde." Burying him was the humane thing to do. First him, now Luan.
This isn't any different from before... Why am I failing? What did I really do?
Lincoln was alarmed by a clanging sound in the kitchen. He crouched down, silently approaching. He peeked by the corner, slowly looking over the source of the sound. "WHO'S -" He stopped just inches away from Linka, who was sitting in a chair, looking forward. "Linka! You're okay!" He pulled the young girl into a warm hug. "WHERE WERE YOU? WHAT..." He lowered his tone. "What happened?" Linka stretched out her fingers.
"The woman took me, daddy. For awhile..." Lincoln's mind pictured Lisa. There truly was no other person who could take Linka. He couldn't think of anyone else, besides the evil genuis.
"Was this woman wearing glasses, Linka?"
She shook her head. "No, she had white hair, like mines. And-" Linka lifted her head past him. "She's hiding, right behind you." Lincoln heard the running pair of footsteps. He turned too late, taking the butt of a shotgun to his face.
He came to, when a bucket of water unloaded its content into his face. "Wakey, wakey, there." An unfamiliar woman's voice was laughing about. "Why did you hurt daddy?" Linka's tiny hands found their way around him. "Oh, relax, girl. He'll be fine." Lincoln lifted his head. He, himself, was tied in chains, strapped to a chair. "Welcome back!" The white-haired woman before him looked like a mere college student. Her hair was long, and seemed like she woke up at 7 A.M. on a school day. Her clothes were of his own familiar look; the orange shirt and blue skirt.
"Who the hell are you?"
She laughed harder, stirring a hot cup of warm milk. "Here you are, Linka."
"Don't you touch her! Answer my question." Linka took the cup from both hands, and sipped from it, sitting on the table, away from them.
"I'm the better you. No, not like a clone. Its more complicated than that. My name is Liberty Loud. And you've freed me from my ghostly prison. And also, I'm here to kill you."
She then grabbed a kitchen knife, and shoved it into him, through the chains.
AN: Next chapter is a ball dropper. Surprised to see Liberty in this arc? Same. We're not done with the shocks yet. Huehue. I love the story she has to tell.
I did a Lynncoln moment because I wanted one. I can't debate if it was necessary for the story. Oh well.