A/N: Yo. Thank you for reading my first fan fic ever. Hope y'all like it. Please let me know about any critiques you may have about my story and writing in the reviews. The first few chapters might feel a little slow in terms of releases and the actual story. In terms of the releases, I am still in school, and exams are coming up soon, but I will be able to write more come summer. And for the story, that's just the way the story will flow. Sorry. Also their will more than likely be no pairing/romantic aspects in the story. Not that I don't like them, but I don't think I could write it so that it would be actually good. Maybe something small here or there, but except an actual heroine. Last few things, italics means someone is thinking, and bold means will usually be an onomatopoeia, and bold + italics means someone in particular is talking/thinking, but I can't really say anything without giving it away. Well, that's all hope you enjoy my story "Shadow People". (I don't own the loud house or any of its characters, all rights belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino)

Chapter 1:

We Are Special

"Come on Stinkin. If you don't start trying harder Mom is just going to think I am using, you as a punching bag again."

Just as Lynn finished her sentence, she landed a right hook on Lincoln's jaw. Pushing him back by a few meters and knocking him on his butt.

Damn, sometimes I genuinely wonder if I am the only boy in the family. She hits like a truck. Hmm, since when do I talk like that. In between shallow breaths Lincoln tries to speak, "Sheesh Lynn!... Can't we take a break?... You've been kicking… my ass for an hour straight!"

Lincoln looks up to find Lynn's mouth hanging open. "What? Is it that surprising I want to take a break?"

"No Stinkin it's not that, well yeah I want to keep sparing, but-"

"If you can call getting the shit kicked out of you sparing."

"See, you did it again!"

"Did what?"

"Cuss. You cussed; I thought I was the only one would dare say something like that."

She's right, I did it earlier too. Even though it was just a thought, I would never dare say something like that. "My bad, it's probably because you been knocking my brains around all day."

"Must be the reason. I have been knocking your ass around all day. Fine we'll take a break," as she finished her thought she went to sit by Lincoln.

As Lincoln started taking off his head gear, he laid on the ground, and looked toward the sky, then he started talking again. "So, we are cussing now?"

"Don't make it sound like that, either way you started it."

She's right. I have been feeling off all week. Forgetting things, thinking different, feeling different. As if I was someone else, but at the same time still me. "By the way Lynn, I am surprised you are taking it so easy on me today."

"What do you mean, taking it easy on you. You say I am getting weaker or something?"

"What are you talking about, I never said that."

"Well, that's what it sounded like, you know I never half-ass anything. Especially went it comes to sports and martial arts. You know what? Break time is over, get up!"

Me and my big mouth. As they got in to position, Lincoln's thoughts started running again. If she hasn't been going easy on me, then what's going on? True, I still can't react to the blows, but I can at least read most of them.

"Alright Stinkin, since you think I am going easy on you I'm going to kick it up a notch!"

"I would prefer if you didn't."

"Three."

"Two."

At the same time, they yelled out, "one!" At superhuman speed Lynn closed the distance and charged Lincoln.

Dang, fast as ever. She makes me think we are in an anime or some cartoon. She launches a quick barrage of punches towards Lincoln, but to both of their surprise Lincoln blocked and dodged most of them. As she landed her last hit, that pushed him back a bit, they took a quick breather. They both had the same thought: What?!

Stinkin could see all those punches, much less react to them. Let's see if he can handle this. She rushes back at Lincoln.

Crazy, I can't believe I just did that! Is she really taking it easy on me. He looks up at the enraged girl running at him. Yeah no, she isn't taking it easy. Justas Lynn finishes closing the distance, she started throwing punches again. I can feel she is putting more power behind her punches, but this much I can take….

Wham! Right into his stomach, Lincoln caught a full force back kick. Taking all the strength he had left. He ended up dropping to his knees. "Dang Stinkin, thought you were getting better. Guess I was wrong."

It took all of Lincoln's strength to look up at his sister. Yeah, she's definitely not taking it easy on me. Man is she some kind of donkey hybrid or did Lisa experiment on her again? But why does it hurt so much, and why do I feel so mad! Aghhh, I can't take this anymore! Always using me how she wants, not just her too. It's all of them! Die! Die! Die! He punched the ground so hard his hand started bleeding. Lincoln was seeing red.

With impressive speed for someone of his build. He launched a mean uppercut directly at Lynn's jaw, she only dodged by an inch.

What the hell?! Where did that come from? Could he always move like that? Before Lynn could finish her thought, Lincoln through and landed another punch right in her stomach. Ok, now I am pissed!

The fight only grew more intense from there. If they weren't wearing protective gear, people would have thought this was a real fight. The crazy part is you couldn't tell who was winning. They were trading blows at a crazy speed, neither one breaking off to catch their breath. If you saw Lynn in any type of fight besides sparing you could tell she wasn't fighting serious. Not because she was holding back, but because she couldn't. Lincoln countered all the moves she was trying to make. If she tried to do a complex kick, Lincoln would try sweeping her legs forcing her to stop. If she tried throwing a hook that would instantly end the fight, he would dodge it before her hand even started the motion, forcing her to stop the action completely for fear of leaving herself wide open.

This fast-paced exchange of blows continued for another few minutes before Lincoln's body started to give out. No matter how angry he was, or how much he could predict her moves, the cold hard truth was she was stronger and better in every category when it came to fighting. Especially her stamina.

A few punches later Lincoln finally started to sober up off his anger high. Man, Lynn isn't pulling her punches. But how am I still alive? Half of those punches should have separated my jaw. But how do I even know that, how have I been keeping up with her? Man, I am feeling messed up again. My head is splitting. I can't take this; I need to stop. I feel like I am about to die.

Because Lincoln was sobering up, his movements started to get sluggish. He started getting hit more, and Lynn took notice. Ha, I knew Stinkin couldn't keep up. But I got to give it to him, he gave me a run for my money. Dodging all my attacks and making me actually block! Heck yes, I never had to try this hard! Finally, I can go all out! High off the feeling of finally not having to hold back, she launched a roundhouse kick towards Lincoln's head.

I have to focus; I can't block this kick. I can't counter in time. The only thing I can do is face it head on and dodge it. Lincoln stepped forward into Lynn's guard. He saw the kick coming, he timed it perfectly, he was going to twist his hip and clear the kick. But something was wrong. The kick was still on course for his head. He is in the right place, he can clearly see where it was headed, he knew how he had to move. So why does he feel like he still going to get hit. Then it clicked, he knew how he had to move but he hadn't moved an inch. Moreover, he couldn't move. Dang it, this suck, no matter how much I watch Lynn, I can't move like her. That's right, it's because I have no tal….

Crack! The sound of bone hitting bone is never pleasant. Especially when one of those bones is a skull. Lynn's kick was so strong that Lincoln's head had no choice but to continue following it, as if it was directly pushing him towards the ground. And it did. After the motion of the kick was finished, Lynn's foot was facing towards the dirt. So was Lincoln's face. But it was best to say his face was merged with the dirt.

After Lynn finally recovered from the impact of her kick. She realized how hard she kicked her brother. "Lincoln!" She rushed towards her brother. When she flipped him over her blood ran cold. He had nasty cut above his eye, his lips where busted, and he obviously had broken some bones in his face. Oddly enough it wasn't the fact that Lincoln's face was messed up that made her heart drop to her stomach, it was his reaction to it all.

He was laughing. It wasn't any ordinary laugh either, it was a downright horrid one. The fact he would laugh in a situation like this was bad enough, but one would have thought it was a monster that was laughing. As he laughed his bones rubbed together, making a disgusting sound. Blood sprayed from his mouth and cuts and covered all over Lynn.

Man, laughing hurts. Every part of me is in pain... Now that all the adrenaline was completely knocked out his system, he noticed multiple bones were broken in other places of his body. My ribs are messed up, I can't feel my arms or legs. Ha-ha, so this is what I get for trying to be special.

As Lincoln drifted off into unconsciousness, he heard two voices calling out to him. The first was his sister, begging him to stay alive.

"Lincoln! Lincoln! Stay with me, don't close your eyes. I am so sorry. Lincoln!"

And the other who he thought was his father voice said, "Don't worry we are special, leave it to me. When we wake up, we will feel a whole hell of a lot better. Hahaha." It wasn't the fact that this voice sounded nothing like his father, or that it was a deep, dark, and downright evil voice. Nor the fact that it shook him to his core and made his head hurt worse. These aren't the reasons how he knew it wasn't his father speaking. It was because those words came from inside his head, they were his thoughts. But he knew those weren't his, he knew they weren't his thoughts. He knew it was someone else's, something else's. And he prayed that if he survives, that if he wakes up form this, that it was all just a nightmare. Not because of the pain, but because he never wants to meet whatever uttered those thoughts.