This is the first time that a kid who was once a student in Royal Woods elementary School is gonna be killed, and for a good cause too. Andrew Hopkins, time to die! Time to motherfucking die! Enjoy reading folks!
Helluva Loud Adventures.
(Somewhere between Michigan and Ohio.)
Welcome to Salem's Wayward Juvenile Detention Hall, this is a place where… Okay, so all of you have already figured out what this place does and what the folks are in here, kids or teens and the most troublesome ones too.
And we now go to see the one kid who is new and seems to be far more dangerous than any of the inmates there, his name is Andrew, and he was once last named Hopkins, until his parents disowned him. The boy is enraged.
Enraged that he didn't get the girl he likes to be his date for the school dance, the boy he hates got to her before he did, that this girl likes the white-haired boy before he did, and that his family has left him to fend for himself. But most of all, he's enraged that he did not end his life and Jordan's life.
Now he stands in this cell, the cell where he has nothing to do but play with the ball in his hand and just toss it around and do nothing all day but wait for when his sentence is done with.
He doesn't have any cellmate, or any friend to talk to. He did have one, but he's dead. Dylan Dawson, was just a 13-year old who was minding his own business, then Andrew gets agitated and beats up the preteen and kills him, why? Dylan has white hair.
After that incident, Andrew was sent into the lockdown holding cell. He has a bed, toilet and a small window, and he will get food but no chances of interacting with the other inmates and all of them want him dead for what they did to Dylan.
Turns out, Dylan is the good guy of the place, he has been nice and also a good basketball player and he was in charge of the gathering circles where they share their feelings and regrets, he was sent there for stealing… Like, a lot. That was about it and the last straw came when he accidently stole from a cop.
That cop was the father of his girlfriend, and so the whole thing went downhill and now here he is.
Andrew didn't care if that kid was dead, but now he's bored as hell and just tossing the ball around and is frustrated at what had happened and he reminisces at what had transpired and how bad it went, and what's worse is that he lost his right hand.
'Stupid Larry, stupid demons and stupid Royal Woods. They sent me here, to be locked up for something I did right? What a bunch of morons and losers. I wanted her, and I wanted her for myself and for as long as I live, and then she met that old man-haired idiot! Why didn't she meet me at kindergarten instead?!'
Then he recalls, he was at Beaverton kindergarten at that time, that's why.
Andrew sits up and he looks to the drawing on the wall, the drawing of Lincoln Silva Hound.
'That Larry Demon loser is gonna die! I will get out of here, and when I do… Then he's gonna be dead to me and then I'm gonna take Jordan with me and she will love me! Forever!'
'And why fucking stop there? I could take that losers sister and have myself a rocking teen babe and maybe I'll do what Chandler wanted to do, and make that hound a bitch, but for me! Then, I'll let Larry watch as I fuck her up! Then I'll kill them all and make the rest of their demon friend's pay, in blood!'
Andrew then tosses the ball to the drawing and he catches the ball as it bounces back. "Just you wait Larry, when I get outta here, it's gonna be a fight. You and me, one on one and no holds barred."
"Is that so?" Andrew turns around and his lower jaw is torn off and now he's bleeding.
Andrew stumbles around and he sees his lower jaw on the ground and doing nothing. He was now bleeding heavily and he looks to the figure in front of him.
Lincoln Silva Hound, but his appearance seems different. His white hair is a bit spikey, his teeth are canine sharp, pointed ears, eyes glowing red with white sclera and his claws ready and coated with the blood of Andrew.
Lincoln goes towards the boy with the bleeding face, and no lower jaw.
"So, you wanted me dead right? You wanted to go back to Royal Woods and you think you can do what you want?" Andrew backs away from Lincoln and sheds tears. "Well, I'm sorry to say, but someone wants you dead, and you're sinners soul is going to enjoy the hell you'll be in."
Andrew tries to punch Lincoln, but he can't. He's lost so much blood and is slowly fading.
Lincoln smirks. "Time to kill you, but in a whole different fucking way." Lincoln uses his amulet and he opens a portal underneath Andrew and the boy falls in, then Lincoln jumps into the portal.
Andrew is no longer in the world of the living.
(Somewhere in Hell.)
The portal opens near the outskirts of Imp city, and someone falls out and lands onto the ground face first. Andrew slowly gets up and sees Loona, Luna, Moxxie and Millie and they look to the kid and snicker. "What's up asshole?"
Andrew tries to get away, but then Lincoln lands down and his claws sink into Andrews back. Lincoln then pulls his claws out and he picks up Andrew and tosses him to the rocks nearby.
Moxxie and Millie chain the boy and this makes Lincoln rush forward and he slashes at Andrew chest and pulls out the front of his body, and therefore we see his organs exposed and his heart beating.
Lincoln then carries a hatchet and asks someone. "You want a crack at it?"
Dylan Dawson – Dark red skin, black and white striped horned that bend to the back of his head and white hair, red eyes with black pupils, sharp teeth, pointed ears, long and sharp claws, clawed feet with no shoes, and a scar that starts from his left eye, and all the way down his mouth.
His attire is a yellow and black t-shirt, blue shorts and black bracelets.
The 13-year old sinner boy walks out of the shadows and takes the hatchet. "Sure to fucking hell, thanks kid."
Lincoln nods. "No problem. Make it a good one."
Dylan chuckles. "I never miss." He tosses the hatchet and it strikes onto Andrews's heart and because of this, Andrew is dead. The boy's lifeless body falls to the ground, and that's when Moxxie and Millie bag the body.
Moxxie hands Dylan the corpse. "You can keep what's left of him, I doubt anyone above will even miss him."
Dylan smirks and he claims the bag. "Thanks." then he looks towards Loona. "But, what about the sinner form? Where's he at?"
Loona then uses this small gem in her hands. "Wait for it." The gem glows and a manifestation on the ground is made, from tar, dirt and essence from the body of Andrew. They see the boy return, but differently and his confused.
"What the heck? What happened? What the hell happened to me?!"
Andrew – His skin is dark red, white and black striped short horns, gray hair with brown streaks, pointed ears, sharp teeth and black eyes with white irises, and his inmate attire is torn and he has no shoes, just hooves.
Dylan smirks and he uses the chain and he grabs the sinner boy. "Get over here!" He pulls hard and Andrew is now in front Dylan's feet, then Dylan uses handcuffs and blindfolds Andrew and he even gags his mouth.
"Now, you and I are gonna enjoy the rest of our time in hell! You killed me, well it's time to make sure you feel all the pain I felt!" said Dylan. He then ties up Andrew's legs and then ties the sinner boy's feet with his hands. "There, for an easy transport."
Lincoln goes to Dylan and they shake hands. "Thanks for bringing his sinner soul to me, oh and also killing him… Well, letting me kill him. That felt so fucking good."
Lincoln nods. "All in good times, Dylan Dawson. You deserve the shot to kill the kid who sent you here, and make sure he suffers for what he did, to the girl I care for."
Dylan nods. He can tell that Andrew did something to the snow-haired boy, and so he has another reason to torture Andrew. Dylan then hands Lincoln a wad of cash. "Here, take it and thanks again guys. See you around, I.M.P."
Dylan picks up Andrew and carries him like a bag and also brings the sack with the corpse of Andrew. Andrew struggles and tries to yell for help, and it sounds like he's begging for Lincoln to help.
They watch and wave as the 13-year old sinner kid walks away with what he wanted, and Loona looks to her son. "How are you handling this, kiddo?"
Lincoln sighs in relief, and he looks towards Loona and he smiles. "I'm chill mom. Let's go home now."
They all nod and make their way back to the gray I.M.P van, with Loona driving, and they drive off. Then Lincoln looks to his sister. "Hey Lunes you got what you need for tomorrow sis?
Luna realizes this. "Oh, right. I forgot about tomorrow, thanks for the reminder little bro."
This confuses the others. "What the heck are you talking about?" asked Millie.
Luna explains to them. "Alright, so Sam and I overheard this at the very last week of January. We heard that Principal Rivers and her assistant Oliver are planning on a budget cut, one that could literally end the other clubs and make everyone else feel miserable."
"What the fuck?!" This surprises the others, but Lincoln knows and he seems to be ticked off as well.
Luna then calms them down. "Easy guys, easy. Let me continue… So, Sam and I along with Carol Pingrey, we spoke to Principal Rivers and to Oliver and we told them our idea and so they decided not to cut the budgets, just as long as the plan we have works and if it does, then we can save the clubs. All the clubs in High School."
"And what might that plan be?" asked Loona.
Luna smirks. "A High School Fund Raiser, or how we made it named: A Fund Rager."
They all liked this idea, and this might be a good thing for Blitzo to try and promote some of the new dishes he has planned, which means Loona will have to call Blitzo about this.
Now they know what to do tomorrow.
To be continued folks!
A/N: Andrew is out of the picture, and coming soon is the Sadie Hawkins Dance, but before that will be a small fair that Luna along with the other clubs have planned, to save their clubs from the school budget "Deep Cuts." Leave a review and tell me what you all think.
Another thing, I have noticed that some of you are not really pleased that I didn't make Lincoln have sex with other girls, well what was I supposed to do guys? The other reviewers wanted me to stop it, and so I stopped it by ensuring he controlled his Alpha Gene trait, sorry guys. But the others have spoken.
This might not be the way for me, but what other wretched choice do I have? Unless, we bring up one hell of a vote and have the fires of what started after the Guy's hang out rise back up, because I know some of you seek this kind of stuff… Well, so do I. PM or Review to me, and perhaps we may come up with a chapter where the heat of the moment rises within the half-human, half-hellhound boy.
Date made: 1/27/2021.