{Ah, back at again with another chapter in this installment of my fanfic. I'm actually excited to see that people loved it so much, but I gotta get something off my chest. Ya see, I didn't really want to have the initial spark light right in the first chapter, but I've been planning this for soon long that I just went ahead and pushed it out there, which now that I look back on, I really think that wasn't a good idea. But that's alright because I've planned for this as well. I pretty much have the entire story summed up in my head and notes written down, so at least I'm not working empty handed or winging it. I'll do my best to upload weekly, but I can't make promises. Schedules are subjective to change.}
{But yes, I absolutely appreciate all the feedback I get. Criticism is highly encouraged here. But be warned even though I take the criticism it could potentially be awhile until I actually fully understand it. Not as in "What it is" but "How does this work". What I'm basically trying to say here is that implementing it could be a challenge depending on what it may be, but that's just a heads up.}
{'Ight. 'Nuff said. Let's get back into it.}
'Sister's Perspective'
"What the hell got into you dude!?" A very pissed off Luna shouted.
The Loud Sisters were still standing around the stairs, processing what just happened. Some had looks of complete shook, others had looks of pure disgust, but the one thing that was for sure was that their eyes were stapled to Lori, who looked like she had just committed murder for the first time. After Lincoln stormed back up the stairs, Lori's attention went back to her hand, which looked redder than a tomato. The feeling was weird. Not the stinging sensation that plagued it, but the fact that she even did it in the first place. It felt so unnatural to bring harm upon those you love, especially if the one taking the pain was a younger sibling. Then, she looked down the crimson colored blood that was left untouched on the staircase. It sparkled as it dripped on the white carpet of the floor beneath it. Words couldn't describe the sorrow Lori felt for her little brother, but she didn't get a chance to think on it for too long as she was grabbed by her girdle tank top and pulled back into reality.
Her eyes were now face to face with Luna, who now shared a similar look as Lori did to Lincoln a few moments ago.
"I'm one gonna ask one more time. What. The hell. Has gotten into you." Luna said with a voice cold enough to freeze hell 3 times over.
Lori spoke hesitantly. "I-I swear, I d-didn't mean to, I'd never hurt Linc-"
"You'd never hurt him huh mate? This coming from the same person who threatened to turn him into Human Pretzel?" retorted Luna.
"T-those were just empty threats!" shouted Lori. "They were nothing more than scare tactics to keep him in line!"
"Well those threats don't seem so 'empty' to me right now." said Luna as her grip on Lori's Tank Top tightened.
A hand fell on Luna's shoulder. Confused, she turned around to see Luan looking at her with a cornered look.
"Luna, please stop." Luan said softly spoken. "Lori clearly regrets what she did. Look at her face, she's scared."
"Bullcrap! She's only scared because of what mom & dad will do once they find out she sucker smacked Lincoln and made him bleed on the stairs!" snapped Luna.
Lori's eyes widen in fear. She didn't even THINK about their parents coming into play. What would happen once they found out? Would they ground her? No, they'll do much worse. Things she couldn't even think of.
"That may be true Luna, but do you think more drama is gonna help us?" Luan said in response.
"I-"
Luna quickly realized that she had a point. There was always a time to grill Lori, but perhaps now wouldn't be the best time. Growling in frustration, Luna still with her tank top in hand pulled Lori closer.
"Listen bra, you better be thankful that Luan was here to save you from your verbal and physical destruction. But this thing with Lincoln BETTER be fixed soon or else I won't be so willing to back down next time."
With that being said Luna let go of Lori's tank top and walked back up the stairs, leaving a wrinkled spot in the place she grabbed it by.
Luan sighed and turned to rest of the sisters. "Everyone, please continue on like nothing happened for right now."
"Like nothing happened?" said Leni. But we like just saw-"
"Leni, please." Luan said while rubbing her head.
Leni kept quiet and did as told, and soon after the rest did the same. Luan sighed once again.
"Being the Peacekeeper isn't easy when you're always the TROUBLEMAKER... No, that was terrible. C'mon Luan, you're better than that!" spoke Luan to herself. "Well, at least things have calmed down. I just hope Lincoln is okay right now.."
'Lincoln's Perspective'
Inside Lincoln's dark closet space room, soft sobbing can be heard coming from his pillow. He was holding said pillow in one hand while holding Bun-Bun in the other one. Wet stains could be noticed on the stuffed animal's head as Lincoln would occasionally wipe his eyes with it, but he had to be careful not to accidentally move the torn up piece of the paper towel that he put in his left nostril to keep the blood from leaking.
"Stupid Lori... Stupid Sisters... They always gotta have it their way and no one else's."
Lincoln's eyes shifted over to Bun-Bun. Seeing the beige colored rabbit in his arms made him smile a tad bit, remembering times when his stuffed animal cheered him up when he was down.
"At least I know you'll never turn on me Buddy..."
Lincoln rubbed small thing against his cheeks, enjoying how fuzzy it felt. It even helped the pain of the smack go away. He got up from the pillow and replaced the bloody paper towel in his nostril with a fresh one, tossing the first one into the trash after doing so. Lincoln was ready to go back to bed, however he glanced back over the bin, looking at the trash he discarded. Then, he looked all over his room, his messy, messy room. It was all just a big reminder of why he was so depressed to begin with. Maybe he didn't like her at moment's notice, but perhaps Lynn was on to something. He sighed.
"I need to get out this room. No, this entire house. Just a quick walk should help."
With that being said, Lincoln got up from his bed and fished around in his drawer for a cleaner set of attire. After a few minutes he got his usual wear on, but it was feeling a bit chillier outside. It was Autumn afterall. He looked around in his little closet looking fo something to wear on top of his shirt until he found a black hoodie that his mom bought him a few weeks ago while she was at the store. How nice of her.
Lincoln put the jacket on and faced Bun Bun, who was laying idly on the bed.
"Welp, How do I look?"
It gave no response. Lincoln chuckled.
"Heheh, well I'll be back in a bit, I'm just going outside for a change of environment."
With that being said, Lincoln turned towards the door and headed out. He did his best not to get noticed. Attention after that fiasco wouldn't be the thing he had in mind. After walking down the stairs, he headed towards the front door and left quietly without a sound.
'A Half Hour Later'
"Well this is wonderful. Sitting at the park doing absolutely no thing."
Lincoln drooped down on a city park bench, bored as ever. He barely had anything to do since his friend Clyde was gone on vacation somewhere in Fiji, and his 'half-girl-half-friend' Ronnie Anne was busy helping Bobby manage his jobs, and Rusty plus the rest of Lincoln's pals were off taking care of their own personal lives.
Lincoln's train of thought was soon interrupted by the laughter of young children. He turned to the source of the sound and saw five children, specifically three girls and two boys playing in a sandbox. They were pretty young, around Lana and Lola's age, and they also looked like siblings. The kids were tossing sand at each other while laughing, and it genuinely looked like they were having a very good time. Lincoln twitched and squinted his left eye at the sight of the this. The way those kids were just getting along and having fun disgusted him.
"Maybe coming to the park wasn't the best idea... I think I'm just about ready to go home." Lincoln said to himself bitterly.
With that being said, he got up and walked out of the park and towards his house. It was a five minute walk, so it wasn't that long. Although truthfully, he didn't want to go home just yet. Lincoln wanted to stay out just a tad bit longer, but it was boring and there was nothing fun going on. He was slowly getting tired of going to his favorite places like arcade and comic book store, and besides seeing his friends and indirectly causing chaos almost every week, that was pretty much all he did in Royal Woods, which was yet another contribution to his depression. Lincoln was lost deep in his sullen mood until a very loud crashing noise made him jump. He looked all the over his surrounding area, certain that two cars must've crashed. But, there was no crash. Besides the city buildings and sidewalk, the only other place nearest to him was... a Junkyard. The place people throw away their worn down and useless things that won't be missed. A place that would surely be fun to explore. If not at least interesting. People throw away a lot of different things for a lot different reasons, and while most of it is junk, there could be some hidden gems among the pile of trash. And honestly, ANYTHING beats going back home and dealing with others in Lincoln's case, so why not? It's not going a Junkyard could be a life changing experience or anything...
{Alright guys, that's Ch. #2 for ya. A bit shorter than what I had planned, but pretty okay as well. And before you ask, yes, I am writing Luan a tad bit out of character, but there's a reason why. A lot of the darker fanfics I've read tend to paint Luan as a heartless monster only cares about her own amusement and not the safety of her family. While a lot of this IS canonicaly at question, I personally believe that Luan has a softer spot than most people think, and it's not really shown that much around here, which is why I want to make it more apparent in my fanfiction. Now I'm not saying that EVERYONE does this. There are fanfics out there that show her sensitive side(And I appreciate that). I just thought I'd do it as well. And it's TOTALLY NOT BECAUSE SHE'S MY FAVORITE LOUD SISTER OR ANYTHING. Haha...Ha... Yea see ya for Chapter Three. ~}
