In Linka's Mind

Mmmmm, yes please, I'm allowed a little explicitly suggestive content before I say goodbye to babygirl Carly. Roll footage!

Linka fell upon the bedside, back first, blushing and smiling with grab fortune, horny and eager to play and be played with by none other than the Asian-American of thirteen years old and counting. Her clothes had come off, all the more reason she was head-giddy for the steamy sexual intercourse coming her way. Her breasts were not developed, either natural or due to the custom genetics, but whatever, Carly was already growing on her. Speaking of-

Carly placed herself right on top of Linka, body moving down to conjoin against hers. The older girl was giggling away, then planting several kisses against Linka's lips and neck before going back up. The tiny hands dug into Carly's pink shirt, tucking right into the bottom, but stayed put. Linka painted like a thirsty dog, eager to see the young lady's tatas. "Nuh-uh-uh... I want you to beg for it."

"C-come on-" Linka drooled away at Carly while the latter girl ran her hands up over her breasts, cupping them up before they bounced. Linka opened her mouth widely, tongue rolling out. "I-I'll suckle them good- P-please- I love you, I love your body."

"Tell me, baby," Carly further teased. "Tell me you want these boobies."

Linka dragged herself up, pressing her tiny hands right on Carly's hips, sliding them upwards. "I want you, I want your whole naked body."

Carly smiled seductively, leaning close to lick Linka's bare chest from top to bottom. "You taste yummy..."

"L-lick- Lick my pussy, eat my pussy-!" Linka grew even more redder, face full of lust and seduction. "Dominate me, mommy."

And then Carly yanked off her shirt, followed by her black training bra, revealing her-

Oh... Well...-

August 1st, 2030

Linka sobbed noisily, caressing the decapitated head of her dream girl- and then she was laughing wildly. "We can fix you! Fix- Leven, bring me that body!"

Leven himself remained still in place, switching back and forth between Linka and the running Kapacity Korp security forces. He lifted his hands up, giving himself up for them. "Linka, drop-" Leven tried his best to look away from the horrible fucked-up scene right in front of him, but the mess was done, too late to have avoided. A poor teenager not even fifteen had her life taken by a controlling figure of serious political power- and it had only begun. Leven had walked himself and both girls into a damned trap.

Linka... The SCX chip...! He remembered the objective, rushing quick to try and put Linka to focus. "Linka, quickly! The feeds-!"

Down the clone went, succumbing to a hard strike from the stock of a rifle applied to his head. Things went hazy for him, too fast as he fell, arms and body plopping right down before his face smacked against the smooth floor, nose breaking on instant. Whatever happened to dear, younger clone sister. "Linka!"

"NO, LEAVE ME ALONE! I AM TRYING TO FIX MY CHINK!" Linka seemed to put up more of a fight, but in the second before things went black for the next few hours, he could have sworn he heard her emit an agonizing shriek of mere heartbreak, a yell crying out from the artificial soul she possessed.

Linka...

Act IV: Bloodier, Chapter III: LinKAPACITY KORP

Hours Later

Leven was late to the party, having missed out on a Linka babble session. By then, by the time he'd woken up, Leven found little clone girl leaning against one corner of the room, head bobbing back and forth in an unhealthy, frantic manner. Secondly, her eyes were twitching, a sight best not to gaze upon through normal eyes. Were he someone else, he would not bear to look upon the disturbing girl of white hair behaving like a mentally shattered individual housed in the nuthouse. "Ah, Linka!"

Her mind must have still stayed and looped on the memory of Carly being beheaded in front of her. That, not even he could say she deserved to see it. The madness of itself was too cruel to simply let pass. There was anger in that, a sensible rage that provoked his kindred spirit to wish upon a sort of justice that called from within. If Leven could find a way to topple McMahon at his own game, whether today of tomorrow or any day around, then that would just be okay. It would just be okay...

"Carly... Carly... Carly..." Linka squeaked repeatedly in a high pitch, lips quivering about, undecided if they were trying to form a smile or a frown. "Hehehehehe."

"Linka-" The view of her changed when he towered over her, not even getting close by walking to her. The angle projected was of utmost sadness; Linka had been clawing st her palms deep enough to show the blood that leaked right out of her hands, dripping and staining the smooth tile floor. "Sister, hey-"

Linka didn't focus her eyes on Leven, almost like he wasn't there. She was a zombie who did not notice him, mind sucked into her own little universe, the world imperfect. She was the shadow of the man who had no such freedom the way she did. No fun, no relaxation, no chain on her. This was the state of Linka's character, a young girl of a clone who did not wish to relive the very hell as endured by her predecessor. Linka, fallen right into the internal abyss.

"I've got you..." Leven worked to break her nails free from her bloody palms, finding that Linka was not putting up a resisting struggle of a fight. He wiped the blood away from her fingers and the palms with his track suit, carefully embracing her with calmness to diffuse the mental state she was in. "I've got you, little sister, I've got you."

Linka worked her head unto Leven's ear, letting out the faintest of whispers, "We're not coming back, are we?"

Leven shalily inhaled, surprised to hear it from her. He gave no reply, hugging tighter to assure her those fears would not be reality. And maybe they were. He just needed to wait for Linka to be mentally patched up for a breakout. Nearly impossible at this stage. What was a Leven to do? "We'll be home soon..."

Later

Bodybag taken away, to be covered up rather than let it be bagged up by the nearest morgue, not to raise questions at all. It would be buried, Carly would be a girl who went missing- who could probably say otherwise? Good old Peter McMahon had it easy in that angle, but the worse had only just begun, right at the peak of the punk who dared to challenge him the way he did so. That booger child, that little pest named Dylan Blood as he had announced himself. Secondly-

McMahon's cell rang, his friends most likely. They'd have been fated to come, but it didn't happen sooner than he received, only affirming his suspicions that there was talking happening away from him. This little outburst from that bastard had more disastrous repercussions that could knock him off his platform, right down to nothing with the right evidence to support his claims. All of that was nothing beyond empty words, and they could not meant anything at all, not from this psycho who'd just executed the pair of zoomers who worked Northeast. For sure this could only make Blood a criminal, likely to be worshipped by other criminals, mainly the ones scared of the twins, or who'd been caught, stopped by them. Not a bad move, the middle-aged man could admit, but not good enough to capture the minds and hearts of the main public.

In his mind, Peter was more likely to maintain his power status, but it was still anyone's game in the end. He picked up the cell from his pocket, answering away. "McMahon speaking."

"What the fuck is the meaning behind these accusations, you fool?!"

"I'm afraid I have no idea," McMahon lied through his teeth, "these are baseless accusations that mean nothing, but what do you suggest I should do?"

"These are your messes, McMahon! We will not help you with this matter, but you have to clean up this little fiasco as soon as possible. We here have just a discussion over this- Whether real or not, you know what's gonna happen if this is not avoided."

McMahon twitched out in anger. "Hmmm, yes of course, I understand."

"That means press fucking conference as soon as possible! Drop whatever you're doing and make a fucking statement as fast as you can!"

He was ready to blow a gasket at this point. "Yes, I will do that," he accepted, hanging up to emit an irritated groan. Why, that little punk...

"Sir," the facility's head was there with him in the main office, awaiting further instructions from the senator, "what about the girl and boy?"

"Keep them here under lock and key, they are to be treated as prisoners, but do not neglect to give them food or water. I need them alive, so do your best to keep it that way."

"Understood, sir," the facility runner nodded to. "I suppose you are going to come back right after taking care of this particular thorn?"

"Unfortunately, yes..." McMahon stepped up to walk out of the office, patting upon his nice black suit, fixing his dark blue tie. "Can you feel it, Sanders? The dream of physical perfection is right around the corner, I've won. Not the Patriot morons, not the Loud phenos, me. Me!"

Sanders nodded and smiled in agreement. "Vial Corporation wins in the end."

The computer's hard drive on the desk chipped out of order, short circuiting into defective mode before the two, stopping McMahon from turning over the doorway. "And get that crap fixed! Use the resources you've got sitting in for this place!"

"R-right away, sir!" Sanders wobbled out, scurrying to thr desk phone.

I hear everything.

The computer screen went black, filled with only sentences neither man could see. McMahon left, and Sanders looked away while he got in touch with computer technicians.

Where am I? Hello?

Sanders finished up his call within the minute, hanging up and focusing on the monitor with the flashing white words. "Huh?"

Hello! I can see you! Who are you?

Sanders blinked idly, bringing his face closer to the screen. "What kind of bug-?"

I am no bug, I am-

The words went off, being rapidly replaced with the next sentence.

I can't move my head, arms or legs. Why can't I?

"Head? Arms and legs- Wha-?" Sanders moved away from the computer, visibly confused and creeped out. He looked around the monitor to see where it could be turned off, but then decided on unplugging it, effectively shutting down the entirety of the computer altogether. "Better."

Not better; the virus switched over from the computer to Sanders' phone rapidly in the form of a phone call. He didn't jump yet, answering away to the private number that had no caller ID. "Hello?"

"I'm cold... I'm so cold, and it's so dark here..." It was the voice of a little girl, a scared one at that, voice high-pitched and squeaky. "Please... Help me."

"Um- Who is this?"

"I... I think someone c-called me...-"

Sanders wasn't too patient with what he labeled just pranksters seemingly fucking around with him. Needless to say he ended up hanging up on the girl before she dropped her identity to him. "I hate kids."

Up above him, the surveillance camera moved on its own, turning to watch over Sanders. He didn't take notice, only focused on his phone, expecting another call, which never came. The intercom itself then proceeded to act out, interrupting the faculty of the building, courtesy of the same voice he had just heard from his cell. "Someone has kidnapped me, I don't know where I am..."

Leven looked up to the intercom system constructed onto the end of the room, high from reach. He recognized that voice, and yet he found himself confused by it- Linka was still asleep in his arms, the bleeding having already stopped awhile back, so how... Just how was it possible that Linka's own voice echoed through the systems? Or... Was this something else at work?

"It can't be..."

"I'm cold- I'm cold and I'm scared... Leven, I want my Leven and Carly-"

"Linka?" Leven shook the sleeping albino. "Linka, wake up-"

It seemed like it was Linka pulling the strings in her subconscious, which was rather odd of McMahon to leave unchecked. Maybe the senator believed that they had no escape even with the SCX implant in her head- a bit of a ballsy move, it seemed. It could have been that, but things did not make real sense. It should have been ordered to be suppressed just like their super abilities, but...

"Leven! Lev, please come! Come find me! I can't see where I am!" That Linka's voice grew alarmingly frightened, leaving Leven to focus right on that conveyed emotion over the actual clone in his arms. Linka herself blinked her blue eyes open and looked up at his chin, then hearing her own voice speak through the intercom. "I need you... I'm scared and I need you! I'm- I'm going to try and move!"

Linka railed herself upwards, gasping in shock. "That- That is not me!"

Leven wasn't sure of Linka's claim- until he saw for himself; no blood was trickling down from her nostrils, therefore- "What the hell is going?!"

"I see lights... I see-" The Linka voice cut out from the feed, disappearing before the clones' ears.

"What was that- No, who was that?" Linka maintained her eyes on the intercom, eager for answers.

Meanwhile, Leven only stared ahead at Linka, drawing confusion as of yet. No way had he any sort of answer for this bizarre phenomenon. "Linka..."

"Don't you l-look at me, man," Linka attested, "I didn't do that."

"No, I know..." Leven leaned against the door, trying to listen out the into the hall. "But they don't!"

"Huh?" Linka backed away, with Leven bouncing backwards to provide hinself as her personal defense. "Lev?"

"STAY BEHIND ME!" His arms stretched out to the side just as a group of five armed security units stormed in, firearms pointed at both albino clones. "WE CAN'T AFFORD TO BE SEPARATED!"

"Yes, big brother!" Linka wrapped her arms around his waist, peeking over his side.

I don't understand... Why hasn't McMahon placed Linka under sedation or immediate brain surgery to have the chip removed? What was the point of keeping us able to roam around with the device? Something is off about all of this... Leven never broke away from leaving Linka vulnerable. He stayed in place until two closing guards rushed him at both sides, leading him to tackle them both- and that left Linka wide open when he became overpowered, struck upon by the metal stocks just as before. It didn't add to how dizzy he had felt before, but his head was moving at all speeds, being hit, redirected around the group. "Not again!"

"Ahhh, don't let them rape me!" Linka joked, yet cried out, cowering right on the corner. "Three! Three old perverts want the Linka pussy!"

In the heat of the moment, during all of the commotion, the shouting and imbalance of peace, all cellphones in the room went off, calls received all in perfect synchronization, startling even the guards just as it did Leven and Linka. It certainly stopped the security force there, delaying them for a few seconds, until the mysterious force at work had then answered the calls, emitting only the familiar voice that belonged to the young girl clone. "Playtime, assholes!"

The mastermind behind the corrupted devices overloaded the phones somehow, heating them up for sizable bombs, setting them off right on the guards, causing grave injury to each of them. The tumbled down onto their backs and sides, either having a few fingers missing up to a limb, be it either an arm or a leg. They all screamed in pain, giving Leven and Linka the golden pass out of the room. Leven swooped down, picking up one of the dropped rifles. "Linka, come on!"

"Hell yeah!" Linka scampered off with him. "Carly is to be avenged! And soon, I will fap with my Creeper plushie in her memory!"

"Save the sexual crap for later!" Once out, Leven stopped, handed Linka the rifle and punched against the wall, cracking up a crater. "No dampeners, we're back in business!"

"Leven, Linka..." The voice of the intercom came alive again. "Get out of this place! This is where Vial Corporation will win should they capture you! Night vision goggles are located in the armory! Floor above, third room on the left!"

"Third room..." Leven repeated.

"Wait, who-?" Linka closed her eyes, tapping into virtual territory. On instant, her nose began bleeding.

"Not now!" Leven had to carry her in the state she was in. "LINKA!"

Linka took over a series of computers, all of them sending out the same message; You have my voice and my virtual superpower. Why and how? I hope you can detect this.

Leven ran upstairs with Linka in his arms. The alarm wasn't activated, neither were security guards marching their way; was this the force preventing it? Was it them... Or was it Linka in actuality? "If you die..."

Linka had control until the force at work, the copycat structured like her took over the monitors; The answer is simple, yet complex to comprehend. At first, I believed myself to be the real Linka, the real first clone bred under the Black Network.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am-

Linka opened her eyes, pushing herself from Leven's arms, rifle still locked in hand. "Jesus fucking Christ, I-"

"Talk later!" Leven advanced towards the floor. "Are they helping us?!"

"Yes..." Linka nodded. "Yes, it is."

It? Leven continued onward, pushing past some labcoats walking around the perimeter. He took the rifle back from Linka, meaning serious business when they spotted him. "Out of my way!"

"Third room, Leven!" Linka reminded. "Night vision, night vision for what?"

Leven had already surmised what the plan had been. "Dont you know?"

He entered through, finding what he and Linka needed.

"No...?"

"We're having a blackout."

The mysterious party aiding the clones played their part, turning off the grid of the entire facility, submerging it into complete darkness. Leven slipped on the goggles, switching them on. "Linka?" Vision became bright green for him.

"Got them on," Linka confirmed, brandishing another rifle from the wall. "Fuck yeah, now we're going to have bloody fun."

"What about them?" Leven returned back out to the hall, seeing the staff members stumble around blindly. "The voice, the-"

"They'll be fine," Linka assured with a fond calmness. "Blackout has them pinned, and that's before the-"

A wave of explosions kicked off from the pockets of the faculty's labcoats, injuring or killing them all at once. Leven was eager to stay and see the show, somewhat in a state of shock, but Linka had carried the gonads from the pair, insisting on pushing him away. "Fuck them, they're all linked to Vial! They're the maggots who got away, you know, the missing Vial Corp staff!"

"There isn't need to murder them-" Leven believed.

"There is always need to murder them!" Linka countered back, voice firm as ever. "They'll never get away with it, not once. Ever."

And she sounded just like him. "Sis..." He refused to believe she said it, dictated by the same hostile and bloody ideals. "Not them."

Linka could have fought him. "Yargh."

"Not them."

Linka rolled her eyes back once they got to the stairwell. "We'll continue this later. Oh, wait, the voice told me to head up! A chopper was landing-"

"Stealing a helicopter? Lincoln himself can't fly one!"

Linka smirked, still insisting on it, running up to the helipad. "We're not flying one! We're flying in one!"

"What-? What do you mean?" He began to catch on. "What did they tell you?! And who is up there? Someone's up there, aren't they?"

Linka maintained her silence for the grand surprise. "I can't tell you, you'll just have to find out!"

"Linka, if this is another trap-"

"It's not!"

Leven gave chase regardless, following Linka to the top, right onto the rooftop. She had slipped her goggles off to find Sanders standing in between her and the helipad, staring at both of the clones before stepping aside, allowing the two to leave. "You two live up to the word on the street, you've gotten out easier than I expected."

"You're letting us go?"

"As much as I would like to keep you here, I'm afraid I must allow it," the man explained, pointing to another shadow standing in front of the helicopter. "Your escort is General Charles Flip of the Marine Corps. He's the one who made it possible for your backs to be scratched, now you have to return the favor. Goodbye, clones..."

Linka guided Leven towards the chopper, greeted with a salute by an elderly gentleman with a strong build but a chubby belly, white hair and mustache visible just like the wrinkles on his skin. "So..." Once Linka boarded the chopper, she shut her eyes and had another nosebleed. A few seconds later, she was on Omegle, taking over all windows to seek out the mysterious party who helped her and Leven flee.

Talk to me, I know you're watching. I know you're seeing this.

Leven buckled up himself and Linka, not asking any questions yet. The general boarded back in the chopper, pilot starting up the aircraft. "Linka?"

Hello again, Linka.

Leven gripped the little girl's hand tightly. "We're out of there now."

Is it really true? Are you really what you say you are?

"I'm sorry we could not intervene sooner," the general briefly apologized, "we were not able to intervene, nor had we the right jurisdiction to act upon it. We are a military force, not the clean-up crew stuck in janitorial services of our homeland."

"You mean... You mean to say that-?"

"Alexander Elmont's last card was contacting me to inform the true state of what is what should not be."

Leven listened on. "He came to you?"

"And not a moment too late for us to act upon it. Now, obviously I can't send my men to fight your war, that's a bad message to send to the public, as much as I'd love to fight it, heh. Don't quote me on that!"

"So... What about us? What's the plan?"

"I'm denying that scumbag McMahon all that he needs to turn the world upside down," Flip explained. "A little game of keep-away never hurt anyone, but I'd love to see the expression on his face when he finds you two missing. Meanwhile, I'm placing you two away from home territory to avoid any further trouble. I'm pretty much aware what the plans are surrounding you two, but McMahon thinks too narrow-mindedly, but I will not."

Yes, as I have stated prior first encounter. I am an articual lifeform virtually created by your subconscious state while possessing the SCX chip. You may call me-

"Off country?" Leven had an idea. "I think I know where you're going with this."

"They say you're quite smart, but I want to hear it from you, kid," General Flip urged.

"You want to put us to good use, most people would."

"Heh," the elder man chuckled. "That's quite perceptive, you'd be right to believe that. Welcome, young ones, to the X-Elites."

-LinKAPACITY, the A.I. molded partially after you and the entire mainframe of the worldwide web.

August 3rd, 2030

Linka and Leven, escorted by the old man of a general, walked into a tent at a base way far from home, definitely one near the war zone never-ending. Daylight was here, a bright afternoon with too much sun that made it too hot for either clone. "I could use water."

"Hush, Linka," Leven silenced.

Inside the tent, sitting right on the table were none other than Lemuel Porter, Caroline Pingrey, Roberto Santiago and last but not least, Lynnette Laude, all waiting impatiently for the man in charge. Caroline lost it when she saw the clones again, shifting her hands into the shape of a hammer's head for both of them. "What are they doing here?!"

"Sit down, Pingrey, these are candidates!"

"That boy is working for them!" Caroline accused drastically. "I'm not gonna work with them!"

"No, not anymore," Leven attempted to diffuse. "I'm not one of them!"

"Lies!"

Linka studied Lynnette. "Why does that one look like Lynn?"

"Oh-" Leven noticed the resemblance as well- Lynnette turned away to hide her face, whistling as if she didn't hear the pair. "Huh, interesting."

Lemuel had his feet on the table, then lifting his hand, shaping it into a gun. "Sit down, blondie. Whatever your beef with these two white-haired kids are-" Lemy then squinted his eyes at Leven, then fell back from his chair. "HOLY SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"Hmm?" Leven scratched his head.

"YOU ARE LINCOLN LOUD'S SON, AREN'T YOU?!" Lemy rolled up right to Leven's face- for that, he had to tiptoe to compensate for the clear difference in height. "Your fucking old man made me an orphan!"

"Hold on," Roberto scratched at his ears. "You know Lincoln Loud...? A name I haven't heard in years." And then, turning to Lynnette, things grew less hazy. Lynnette. Lynn. "You two- No, wait, you three, you're all Loud kids!"

Lemuel gasped, turning from Linka and Leven, to Lynnette. "You too?!"

Not even two weeks here and I'm already compromised by the military... Lynnette felt like slapping herself. Lyra won't believe this crapfest. ...Wait a second, that girl...

"Kids?" Caroline shook her head. "These two are no children of Lincoln Loud, they are-"

Flip drew out a handgun and fired in the air. "If all of you Chatty Cathys stopped horsing around..."

Caroline eased up and sat down, as did Lemy, both of them having been shut down.

"Great..." Flip motioned the clones to sit. "Now we can start with your work."

AN: The match is ending, the secrets will start coming out. Everyone has now entered the free-for-all; anyone can be a friend or an enemy at this point. Tonight, LinKAPACITY is born. Sharpest Line has prepared you for this.