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Chapter 11

The alligator wrestling event was quite the site. There was more than one arena, tons of people with trucks cooking barbeques, and lots of cages full of gators of different sizes, both small and big. Some of the people were professional alligator wrestlers. Some were big and buff, while others had more of a brick-wall type of body. Basically, people that you would not want to get into a fight with unless you're 15 to 20 feet long, weighing half a ton, with razor-sharp teeth.

Lana was excited and eager for action. Some other kids around her age were also competing as well. Lana knew some of them as they chatted.

Lincoln was scanning everything, all the cages where the gators were locked up, all the arenas, and looking everywhere for a weapon – an axe, a sledgehammer, a crowbar, or even a gun. He saw a few trucks with digging tools in the pickup bed. Maybe something in there.

"Lincoln!" Lana called.

Lincoln turned to her, "Huh?"

"My match is gonna start soon. Get ready to watch. Also, Dad went to get us some hot dogs," Lana said.

Lincoln nodded, "Okay."

As they waited, Lincoln took this moment to send a group text to Stella, Clyde, and Ronnie Anne.

LINCOLN: I'm at an alligator wrestling match with Lana. Not good.

After a few seconds, Stella replied first and then Clyde.

STELLA: What do you mean?

CLYDE: What's going on, Lincoln?

LINCOLN: I saw a future vision. Something terrible is going to happen.

Then Ronnie Anne joined in.

RONNIE ANNE: Oh no. What happens, or what is going to happen?

LINCOLN: I saw visions where the gators broke loose.

CLYDE: Are you serious?!

STELLA: What are you going to do?

LINCOLN: I'm gonna try to narrow down what is the cause. I'll keep you updated. If you don't hear back from me or if I text '911,' call the cops.

RONNIE ANNE: Got it

CLYDE: Sure thing, buddy.

STELLA: Keep us posted, and stay safe. You hear me?

Lincoln sent a thumbs-up emoji before putting away his phone. Lynn Sr. returned with some good hot dogs. The cookout smell helped rebel against the horrid stench of the gators. Lincoln and his father watched as Lana went up against small gators, ones that a kid like her could handle. She did a few tricks here and there before lifting the beast and pinning it down. Of course, Lana didn't have a problem getting down and dirty in the dirt and mud. The other kids in her age group performed just as well. Lincoln pretended that he needed to pee, so he went to where the port-a-johns were, but he went to the cars in the parking lot. He bent down between some SUVs to be out of sight, then he closed his eyes and concentrated.

He focused his future vision on just today to focus on the upcoming events. He saw Lana smiling triumphantly as she was winning. Then he saw cages breaking and three big bull gators running free. They're pretty fast on land. Most of the people were focusing on two gators that were attacking the cage handlers. They had their jaws locked on their legs, and everyone was doing what they could to prevent them from doing barrel rolls, or those legs would snap off like twigs.

Then he saw the third gator as it snuck around the tents and reached Lana. Lana was shocked and terrified as it charged at her. However, Lincoln saw a strand of light and followed it to another version of the possible future. He saw himself charging at the gator with a pickaxe, and then he saw the gator dead. Lincoln opened his eyes and knew what he had to do. He took several deep breaths to calm himself.

As he stood up, he heard the sounds of people screaming. He didn't waste any time sprinting toward the truck with the tools. He grabbed a pickaxe and a long flathead screwdriver, texted his friends '911,' and ran back into the gator arenas, avoiding crowded areas.

Meanwhile, Lana heard the sounds of cages breaking and gators growling and hissing. She and her friends were too distracted watching the grownups handle two loose gators as they chomped two guys' legs. They were screaming while trying their best not to lose their legs or pass out from the pain and blood loss.

They saw too late as the third bull gator was charging at them. Lana was caught by surprise as she slid and fell on her butt while everyone ran away. This beast was way too big and strong for Lana. Lynn Sr. screamed like a little girl as he dashed to climb on top of a truck. Lana scrambled to get away, but fear and adrenaline put her in a panicked state.

"Dad? Dad!" Lana cried.

She saw her father on top of a truck in a fiddle position. He looked at her for a moment before shivering back into his limbs. As Lana tried to climb the wooden fence, the gator tried to bite Lana but got the loops from her overalls. The gator pulled her away as she was screaming before it threw her – she called her father more than once, but he did nothing. Lana hit hard against the wooden walls of the arena. Lana dodged the gator and tried to get past it to escape. However, as she was about to jump the wooden fence, one of the little gators bit her leg, making her fall. Lana screamed in pain. She grunted as she pounded away at the smaller gator, making it release her leg before she used both her legs to push it up and away from her.

The big bull gator was now charging at Lana. Lana felt true fear and terror as the giant reptile was coming at her. She tried to crawl away, but her leg was bleeding and in utter pain. Lana's heart was beating out of her chest as she panted.

She closed her eyes and screamed, "Lincoln!"

Just the gator was two feet away from her. Lincoln leaped over the wooden fence, gripped his pickaxe, wind-upped his swing to build momentum and power, and swung the sharp end hard into the bull gator's head. The spike of the pickaxe drove right into the gator's skull – bits of its blood spat on Lincoln's face and hands. Lincoln grunted angrily and gritted his teeth as he gripped his weapon hard. The gator growled and moaned before it slumped to the ground, dead as blood oozed from its head.

The smaller gator hissed and growled as it came at Lincoln. The white-haired boy had a wild look in his eye as he growled at the gator. He took his shirt off and wrapped it around his arm. He used it as a target for the gator to bite down. The shirt layers held up barely enough where it did pierce his skin, but he still felt the sharp ends. Lincoln grabbed the flathead screwdriver from the back of his pants and stabbed the gator in the eye. He grunted as he twisted the screwdriver around, causing more damage until it died, but Lincoln didn't stop. He pulled his arm out from the jaws and began stabbing the small gator in the head repeatedly while yelling in rage. Lana shivered and watched as her brother went ballistic on the beast.

"DIE! DIE! DIE! DON'T TOUCH MY SISTER, YOU SHIT-EATING LIZARD!" Lincoln roared.

Lincoln was panting with growls in his breath. He had blood and mud on his face, arms, and chest. Everyone who saw him was wide-eyed, like they were looking at a real wild animal that got loose. Lincoln huffed and panted until his heart rate slowed down. He turned around and saw his little sister, her eyes wide and shivering.

"Lana, it's okay. It's over," Lincoln approached.

It took a while for Lana to get her bearings until she looked at Lincoln before the tears burst from her eyes and streamed down her face. She squeezed Lincoln a hug as he held her close. After a short while, they got the other two gators back into their cages, and the sounds of sirens were getting closer.

Lynn Sr. slowly got off to make sure it was safe before he came running over to Lincoln and Lana.

Lynn Sr. called, "Lincoln! Lana! Oh, my sweet kids, are you—"

"Don't you dare come any closer!" Lana screamed.

Their father stopped dead in his tracks with a look on his face that was half sad and half confused.

"Lana?" Lynn Sr. spoke.

"Why didn't you do anything to help me?!" Lana demanded.

"Lana, I didn't know that you were . . . in there."

"I saw you see me! I was screaming for help! And you didn't lift a finger!" Lana yelled.

Tears were building up, and her voice was breaking, "If weren't for Lincoln, that gator would have—would have killed me! And you . . . you could have done something about it!"

Two ambulances, a firetruck, and several police cars showed up.

"Lana, let's get that leg looked at. Then let's go home," Lincoln said as he picked his younger sister up.

He carried her bridal style as he walked over to the paramedics.

"What about you? Do you need to be looked at?" Lana asked as she looked at her brother's arms and chest.

"I'm fine. This blood is not mine. That gator tore my shirt, so I have to walk around shirtless until we get home," Lincoln replied.

The people in the ambulances took the men that were first attacked – their legs needed surgery, but thankfully not amputation. A paramedic worked on Lana's leg. She needed a few stitches here and there, but it wasn't that bad. Lana kept a tight grip on Lincoln's hand the whole time until his phone rang.

"Lana, I need to take this. I'll be right back, okay?" Lincoln said.

Lana's eyes teared up around the edges as she whimpered.

"Just be brave for a few minutes. I swear, I'll be back before you know it."

Lincoln went away to answer his phone. Before he did, he also looked over and saw his father talking on his cell phone – Lincoln heard him say his wife's name. He didn't have time to listen to his conversation.

Lincoln turned to his phone. It was a group video call from Stella, Clyde, and Ronnie Anne. They gasped when they saw Lincoln in his current state, and their eyes widened in shock.

"I'm okay. I'm not hurt. This is alligator blood, not mine. Everyone's okay. Lana got bit in the leg, but it's nothing serious. The paramedics are working on her now," Lincoln stated.

"She's gonna be okay?" Stella asked.

"Physically, yes. Mentally, no. She called out for Dad to help her, but he did nothing but sit on top of a truck sucking his thumb like a scared little crybaby."

"What?!" Ronnie Anne exclaimed.

"Yeah, Lana was screaming for help, and he was cowering in a fiddle position. I knew he was a scaredy cat for stuff like Halloween, but this is—!"

"Cowardice! That's what that is! He failed to protect his child! That is messed up!"

"Yeah, it is. Lincoln, you were incredible, but there's something you should know," Clyde said.

Lincoln sighed, "What is it?"

"Someone recorded the whole thing. The gators getting out, Lana almost getting killed, and you killing the two gators."

Lincoln's eyes widened, "What?!"

"Yeah, it's going viral already," Stella added.

Lincoln groaned a sigh as he clapped his face.

Meanwhile, hidden in some high thick trees, Future Lincoln watched and listened while in camouflage mode without being seen.

"Suck it up, little me. Media attention is the least of your worries, and I'm sorry a thousand times, Lana. I know I'm going to go to Hell for releasing those reptiles, but it worked," Future Lincoln said to himself.

He then summoned a light orb, and it changed. It wasn't just Leni defending Lincoln from the family as they accused him of bad luck. It was her and Lana standing up for Lincoln.

Future Lincoln looked at his watch and groaned at the date.

"Oh man, this is taking way too long. I need something big to convince all my sisters to see the past me for what he's worth. That you don't know what you have until you . . . until you lost it," Future Lincoln said in realization.

He used his own future vision powers without any difficulty and found a possible future where all the sisters side with Lincoln – a future where they love him and never stop trying to be better at being good.

"Yeah, that'll work. Okay, little me, this is gonna scare the crap out of you. You'll run, and they'll chase after you, but they'll see . . . oh, they'll see the truth. Just be strong for a little while longer," Future Lincoln stated.