Chapter 1 – Red Ledgers

But before I get on to that part, I guess you deserve an explanation about the clans and how they operate.

It was the time of 1943, the Second World War. During that time, there was a mysterious stone tablet, buried deep underground a church until it was unearthed by the SS, who they believed could use it to show the superiority of the Aryan race.

So yeah, a giant stone used to show their superiority? Compensating much?

However, while it was in storage, something strange happened. A swarm of flies came out as the slate glowed. Intrigued by this phenomena, the slate was shoved deep underground into a lab where two of the greatest German minds had a look to decipher the puzzle of the stone. But when that didn't work, they had to get the assistance of their allies, the Japanese, specifically a group led by a man named Daikaku Kokujōji. They then figured by stopping the natural cycle, it may turn the tied of the war.

It didn't but the slate was shifted to the Japanese as a way of safe keeping.

But they didn't realise that there was more than one. Hidden by the US government and the same experiments happened. The US believed they could do the same thing, fighting fire with fire. The same thing happened to them, and soon the Slate was hidden from the country by a secret society.

There are seven clans located in the US.

First up is the White Clan, located in Vancouver. They have a mastery over snow and ice for their aura and are currently a large group of Skiers, Snowboarders and a few Eskimos. They run a large snow resort and make a good profit during the Christmas holidays. They call themselves Aurora Borealis. Yes, they are named after the Northern Lights, but I don't question them.

Next is the Black Clan, controlling shadows and darkness for their Aura. They are located in Sin City or Las Vegas. The clan? The owner and work staff of the biggest Casino in the heart of the city from the workers to the security. Trust me, if you don't want to lose your legs, you better not cheat them out. They are known as the Devil's Den

Third on the list? The Purple Clan in Nevada. There aura is based on heartrate and emotions. It's confusing I know but they fight by enhancing certain emotion to help boost themselves or incapacitate their enemies. Don't know much about where they are but they tend to hang around a cliff overlooking the city where many teens love to go and make out. They are called Cupid's Crew

Next up is the Green Clan from California. They use their aura to control the floral life to protect from loggers and anyone that would like to harm the forest. They are pretty much all hippies or park rangers that are situated in the national park, making sure no one disturbs the peace of nature. Their name? Jungle Fury. Yeah, it's named after the Power Rangers series but I didn't choose the name.

We then have the Yellow Clan from Florida, the state of storms. With their aura, it's all to do with lightning and electricity. And well, Florida is a stormy state so they run a large construction firm in helping rebuilding buildings and roads along with pylons that get wrecked by storms. Then again, a clan called the Storm Chasers should fit the bill.

Up next is the Blue Clan hailing from Maine. Each one of them are sailors, handling cargo transports and getting fish stock. They are all grizzly naval sailors, some were even in the Navy so you can guess that their aura involves manipulating water sources. And with a name called The Wellerman, well not to sound like Luan but anyone pissing them off will be swept away by the tide.

Finally, it is the Red Clan. The Crimson Wolves and the crew I roll with. They are located in my hometown of Royal Woods, Michigan. Essentially, our aura is akin to fire, incinerating anything it comes to contact with along with leaving hot burn marks. But we are also the more mysterious of the lot as we all prefer to have crimson wolf masks when on a job. We work like a Yakuza or a benevolent street gang. And like a pack of wolves, we are filled with misfits and runaways but we all have each other's. This made us the strongest clan in the States despite not having a lot of members.


We then cut back to Lincoln, locking his bike into place. He then looked back at the audience.

"As for how I met them? Well, that is a story for another day. Right now, I just wanna get some food and figure out what I missed in these passed few months." He said as he went to the bunker beneath the restaurant.

Inside was a large area with different sections. One was a garage for vehicles with equipment for repairing cars, another was an office with different files and a wooden desk. There was also a medical bay and a sewing shop along with a place filled with computers. Then there was his place: A large obstacle course.

Suddenly, Lucifer approached both Huntress and Phantom.

"Have the rest of the wolves meet up in the meeting hall. We need to let them know what had happened."

"Right" Huntress and Phantom said with a nod and they went to a room which lead to a stage.

"Wildcard. Take the Youngbloods out to do some scouting. We've been gone for a long time so I need you to patrol the area to see if any thugs have popped up in our absence."

"You got it.' he then turned to a group of kids, the same age as him, all wearing wolf masks. 'Guys, let's go. We got a job to do." he said and the five pre-teens nodded their heads in agreement as they left the bunker.

Soon, Lincoln looked back at the audience.

"Yeah, we came back from a job. But, you still wondering why I'm with them? Well, that is a story in itself. All I can say is this: The Sister Fight Protocol WAS good for something. It led me to these guys."


Decided to do a background of the clans in the US. Next will be Lincoln explaining how he met the Crimson Wolves

And as you can see, I ain't following the typical tropes of NSL fics.

I am so FRICKIN' TIRED! Of the whole Sadhouse, Sadcoln, 'My Family Hates Me' bullshit in those fics! So here is my response.

No unhappy moments of regrets

No bullshit yelling on how 'My family hates me!'

No Lincoln getting shot or committing suicide

I'm plan on making Lincoln as Badass as possible!