Now the only path to the angelic statue was to go through a fair, and the only thing Lincoln had to do was not enter a lottery and pick number 77. Easy as pie, for Lincoln's sake. Lincoln managed to make it to the fair. What he saw reminded him of old history textbook pictures of the early 20th century with a mix of new science. For example, he saw a massive robot man showing off to the crowd. Then he approached another, showing something called vigor. Through the demonstration of two men dressed like demons, one lifted the other in the air.
Holy crap, that's amazing. Lincoln thought. Lisa would be so jealous of this.
Lincoln was then approached by a gorgeous woman in a green dress with a bottle of vigors in a basket.
"Hello, young man. Would you like to try a possession?" the woman offered.
"Sure, why not?" said Lincoln.
The woman hands Lincoln the bottle of vigor that was shaped like a woman and had a picture of a heart getting stabbed through by a knife. Lincoln opened the bottle and drank the vigor. He suddenly saw a green mist, and when the woman blew a kiss, a small woman came out and then disappeared.
"I hope you enjoy it," said the woman.
"I hope so too," said Lincoln.
He walked toward the end of the fair that was locked by a ticket taker machine, but seeing how Lincoln got a possessive vigor; he might as well try it on the machine. Lincoln used his newfound power on the robot, and it opened the gate.
"Have a great day," said the ticket taker.
Then, making his way to the island and walking toward the marketplace, he ran into familiar-sounding twins who were not in raincoats anymore and who were now in civil clothes. The brother had a chalkboard around his chest with a score for head or tails, with heads having the most points, while the sister had a small plate.
"Oh my god, can you guys tell me what's going on?" said Lincoln.
"Heads," the man said.
"Or tails," the woman suggested.
Then the man flipped Lincoln a coin, and he caught it.
"Seriously, you're not going to answer my question?" said Lincoln.
"Heads," the man said again.
"Or tails," the woman suggested again.
"Alright, fine," said Lincoln.
Lincoln flipped the coin onto the plate, and it landed on head.
"Hm, I always find it satisfying," said the man smugly to his twin.
"Oh, chin up, there's always next time," said the woman.
They both walked away, not even bothering to answer Lincoln's question.
Those two are strange, Lincoln thought.
Lincoln made his way to the island and noticed a poster of a demon hand with AD tattooed on the back of the hand and a message that said: "Beware of the False Shepherd by the mark on his hand."
Thank God I don't have that tattoo, Lincoln thought.
Lincoln kept going until he saw a large crowd next to a stage and a young woman handing out baseballs with numbers.
That is probably the lottery. I'm just going to walk past it and get to the island with the angle, Lincoln thought.
He did so, but he ran into the first problem when he reached the end of the island he was on and saw that the angel island was still a long way off. However, he did find a strange tool that spun the blade on top of a couple of boxes.
What is this? Lincoln thought
"Wow, you found yourself a skyhook," Lincoln turned to an eleven-year-old boy.
"What does it do?" Lincoln asked
"It helps you move around the city by sky-liners, but I wouldn't do it."
"Why not?"
"Because it's bad and you wouldn't be like those dirty voxs."
"Um, okay?"
Lincoln went down for a moment before doing a lot of fate and using the skyhook. It hooked onto the skyline. Lincoln sped down the skyline until he reached another part of the city and landed on a bush. He dusted himself off and saw that he was getting closer to the island that the postcard said. Getting thirsty, he saw that he was near a bar, and he walked in and saw that there was barely anyone in it, and he saw the twins again with a strange bottle with a picture of a shield in the middle of it.
"Right on time," said the brother.
"Right again," said the sister.
"Look at enough of this. What the hell is going on? Why am I being forced into a rescue mission?" said Lincoln.
"We'll see if you're the right person for the job."
"Hopefully," said the brother.
"I don't even know you two; how did you know I'm the right person?" said Lincoln.
"Trust us, Lincoln. We know everything about you."
"And right now you are going to need this as things are going to kick off," said the sister, pointing at the bottle.
"And does that do it?" said Lincoln.
"Gives a shield around you to protect you from gunshots," said the brother.
"Wait, I never actually fired a gun or killed someone."
"When the time comes, just think of it as self defense. Now drink up."
You gotta be kidding me; Lincoln thought as he drank the bottle.
After that, an explosion happened near the bar, and the sounds of people screaming, and sirens came.
"Looks like our asssioste is doing his part," said the brother.
"Go to Monument Island, you've got a job to do," said the sister.
Lincoln groaned and stepped out of the bar; this would be the last time he'd feel any innocence he had in his body.