Sins of Years Passed
Chapter 5
His wrath bears no yield. His will knows not the limits of a mere man. His scowl shows no concern for the heathens of this heinous battlefield called life. There he stands alone in the darkened yard, his gaze fixated on the family sitting around the table of a some-what rundown kitchen
Lincoln walks to the door, hiding his face beneath a balaclava. His hand tightens around the 18. Inch combat machete he had taken to keeping sheathed horizontally on the small of his back. Lightning flashed behind him, the rain pelting the vault hunters back.
The Vault Hunter draws his machete and approaches the door, his trained senses picking up what sounds like Hawks mother and father hurling abuse at each other like some common trailer trash. The sound seeming to fuel his anger further, Lincoln takes a step back from the feeble looking wooden door
His foot meets the door as he kicks it in, putting his righteous indignation behind his attack. The wooden splinters easily, showering the white-haired male in a hail of debris as he steps inside. As he enters, he is met by a man that would claim to be Hawks father. Though Hawks mother is well known for being a whore so, this man might not be his father.
Lincoln snorts a laugh, his gaze locking on to the large carving knife the man is wielding. He charges the man, using his superior momentum to knock the man off balance and drive the machete into the man's shoulder. His eyes widen as he feels the blade tear into his flesh, distracting him enough to be unable to stop the vault hunter's headbutt
"Drop the knife!" Lincoln's voice roars out, modulated by his echo device to be much deeper
Wisely the man complies, dropping the knife at the masked vault hunters' feet. Lincoln leans down, picking the knife up out of the man's reach. He pushes the machete further into the man, pinning him in place. Lincoln circles the man for a moment, stopping with his foot on the man's knee
"You stay put, I will deal with you later shitbag" He growls, stomping on his knee until an audible crunch is heard. The man's kneecap shatters under Lincoln's powerful blows, his normal strength amplified to Olympic weightlifter levels by his class mod
"HAWK! I HAVE COME TO PUNISH YOU FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS. COME OUT QUIELTY AND THIS WILL BE PAINLESS" Lincoln roars, his voice echoing through the house.
Hawk crawls out from behind the couch, sporting a nasty looking black eye and cut lip that looks infected. Despite being smaller than the teen, Lincoln can see the older boy shrink t the vault hunters' presence
Lincoln steps closer to the boy, only to have his way blocked by the teens mother. The injuries littering the woman's pale flesh, marking a road map of repeated abuse. Despite her injuries and frail looking demeanour, she stood against him
"Please move, you are innocent in all this. The person who sins is the one who will die. The child will not be punished for the parent's sins, and the parent will not be punished for the child's sins. Righteous people will be rewarded for their own righteous behaviour, and wicked people will be punished for their own wickedness. Your son has tormented a girl already suffering from a tragedy, he must be punished" Lincoln says seriously, staring her down with a blank expression
"Please have mercy on him, he is only a child. Punish me instead, not him" She pleads, making the vault hunter stir.
A memory flashes through his mind, a similar situation. One where he hadn't shown mercy or remorse as he beheaded a man in front of his wife and children, adding another sin to the tally that would no doubt send him into the deepest deaths of the inferno
"Mercy… Mercy is what you want… Fine, I will grant mercy to your son. But he must repent and pay for his transgressions, A simple grovelling apology and his word that he will no longer bully another person ever again" Lincoln says, his gaze shifting towards Hawk
"I… I promise. I… I swear. Cross my heart" He says, still trembling
"Good, but if I find out that you have not kept your word. I won't kill you but I will bring you to the razors edge of death, make you beg for the sweat release of death as I slowly flay the skin off your body and then cut every single tendon from your body and fashion them into a scarf for you to wear for the rest of your days. I WILL. RUIN. YOU." He growls, turning to face the injured man behind him
He moves over to the man, pulling his machete from his shoulder. Blood spurts from the wound as he pulls it free, the man turning five shades whiter. Lincoln moves towards the busted door to the house, kicking away the debris. He silently fiddles with his echo devices digistruct system, using it to rebuild the door he had broken.
Sirens wail in the distance, signalling his cue to depart. He opens the newly constructed door, turning to face the traumatised family.
"Remembers your promise Hawk. Make amends with Luna Loud as soon as possible or I will be returning" He states, leaving the house and it's inhabitants in a state of shock.
The young vault hunter disappears into the night, making his way home to plan for his second target.
He will teach the world not to fuck with his family.
A/ N - Hi everybody, It's me again. You guys sick of me yet, well too bad. Well anyway, I will be getting back to my others, I'm in the process of writing more for em.
This fic will be rated M for various reason, mostly for Violence, Swearing, Mention of Drugs, ect. I am not sure if I will do a pairing in this fic. Though if you guys want me to, just let me know who you'd like me to pair Lincoln with. It can be any character or Even an OC if you'd like
I want to remind you guy that I am not American, so I did have to look up a few things. So, corrections are welcome. Just let me know
Review time
BattleUnit3 – Yeah, there are lot of variations to the saysing but I still like your variation the best. Thus why you get credit for it bud. As for the moms death, yeah that is a mistake as that scene was going to be for one of my other fics but I ended up repurposing it for this one. So sorry about that bud, doesn't mean a Rita suicide is out of the question but I don't think it will happen just yet. Thanks for the support
Nuuo – Well, I happen to like the banter between us. I like interacting with my readers and hear your opinions on my writing so don't give up on it just yet. Half-Decent? If you can think of any ways I can improved, I'll be happy to listen to your suggestions
Like I said, I am happy to listen. Even if it I jut ranting about guns, which I don't know a great deal about. Lincoln's weapons are not pearlescent, never been a big fan of them. His are legendary, plus pearlescent are rare to get unless you're are specifically farming for them and that usually involves fighting a boss of some sort
Rita is not dead, that was a mistype. As I explained to BattleUnit3, I was repurposing the scene from another fic. I can find a way to work in a romance subplot if you guys want it and don't mind writing a bit of lemon for ya. As for H&H, they are mostly likely going to be scared shitless over actually being killed. Lincoln has some morals after all
He23t – Is this good enough for your tastes, if not I have another bully up for torture in the next chapter
Thank you for tuning in once again, I hope you all have enjoyed this fic. I am writing thi at 1:30 in the morning so, I do apologies if it's short. I haven't had a lot of sleep, but who needs sleep anyway. I am so psyched for borderlands 3 which is coming out soon, the character have been revealed, so has the antagonist and the weapons and travel system I think. No more just being on pandora.
That reminds me, vote for if you guy want a bit of back tory on the universe me and my fiancé have created. I have a lot of interesting info and many story arc I can cover, if you guys would be interested in that.
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Until next time my friends, Ciao for now.