Chapter 3
This one's going to be longer. Hope you all enjoy it!
Lincoln screamed in agony as the hot symbol scorched his skin, permanently branding him. The woman lifted the pole back up and set it into the fire. Lincoln fell to his knees. The woman inspected his shoulder. "Perfect," she said. "You are now one of us. A Devourer." She walked over to the other side of the room to a closet which Lincoln didn't even notice when he came in. she pulled out a bundle of clothes and told him to put them on when he got home. "We'll drive you home, brother." The woman said. She nodded toward one of the members of the gang. He led Lincoln to a different car. This one was even worse looking than the last one. Lincoln hopped into the passenger seat.
The drive home was once again, boring. When they pulled up to his house the sun was beginning to rise. The older siblings would be up. Lincoln sighed and walked up to the front door. Before he did, he tried his best to conceal the still throbbing brand on his shoulder. He turned the doorknob and was immediately confronted by Lori. "Where have you been Twerp?" She asked angrily. "You went missing! Mom and dad were literally pissed off at me!" Lincoln stood there, his face was set in stone. Emotionless. "If it were up to us we wouldn't have come looking but mom and dad just had to insist!" Lori continued to rant so Lincoln just stepped around her and went to his room. He pulled on the clothes they gave him. They were a perfect fit! He looked at himself in the mirror. he was wearing the exact same clothes the rest of the gang wore. A black zip-up sweatshirt with a white T-shirt, a pair of loose torn blue jeans, and black sneakers.
He liked it a lot. He rolled up his sleeve to check on his brand. He almost puked right there. It was green and kind of infectious looking. It hurt like hell. Lincoln ignored it and went to eat something. When he came down the stairs, all of his older sisters gaped at what he was wearing. He almost looked emo. "Lincoln," Leni said. "Like, what is that nightmare outfit you're wearing?" Lincoln ignored her question and made himself some cereal. He took a spoonful and chewed thoughtfully. "Alright twerp," Lori said. "This is so not like you and we don't need you wearing that monstrosity in public." Lincoln, once again, ignored her. He picked up his bowl, walked to the sink and dumped it out. He went to the door and grabbed his backpack that was sitting there. His arm flared with pain. Lincoln hissed with agony at his arm. No sisters came. Lincoln sighed with relief. He slung his backpack over his good shoulder and walked out the door.
Lincoln was tired by the time he got to school. He had ran from five blocks away because he had not wanted Lori to drive him. He was twenty minutes late to class. He ran into the building. He sped by the lockers and past classroom doors. He finally found his classroom and he threw the door open. "Ah, Lincoln glad you could join us," Ms. Johnson said. "Sorry Ms. Johnson," Lincoln said. He walked over to his desk and took his backpack off. As soon as he sat down he yelped in pain and jumped up. There was a thumb tack sticking up on his chair! "Ronnie Anne!" Lincoln whispered. The girl looked at him and smirked. He just smiled at her knowingly and took the tack off of his chair. Ms. Johnson started the lesson but Lincoln just tuned out. All he could think about was his sisters. Why they would be so awful was beyond his comprehension. He was interrupted from his thoughts by the throbbing pain in his arm. He would need to get some bandages for it soon. His mind then wandered back to his sisters and stayed on them for the rest of the day. He just couldn't handle it to the point where he actually excused himself from class and didn't come back. He just didn't want to think about it. His cellphone rang in his pocket. He flipped it open. "Hello?" "Lincoln, we need you. We're planning a new heist."