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Lucy's Residence

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Outskirts of Royal Woods

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Day before Halloween

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Clyde looked in silent fear at the man he had once called family. To see him here in the flesh brought forth his greatest fears all at once. He had no idea what had been occurring outside this makeshift prison of his, but he could only imagine all the murders Lemy had just committed in order to be here in person. This was without a doubt the worst-case scenario ever and he had no weapon or free mobility to do anything about it! He soon realized that Lemy being here meant that he had yet to go to Royal Woods. Why had he chosen to come here first? What did Lucy have to offer? Was this still some sort of satanic ritual as he currently believed or was there more to this reunion of theirs?

"Lucy get away from him! Get out of here right now!" Clyde yelled.

Lucy ignored his warnings and instead remained steadfast before his nephew. With a smirk on her face, she extended both arms as a sign of loving affection towards him. Lemy did not move but kept his eyes on her. Clyde yanked chai n in fruitless attempt to break free somehow as he feared the worst. He had to break free and either escape and warn the others or rush him and hope he kills him here and now. If Lucy interferes then he would not hesitate to hurt her as well, whatever it took to end this nightmare once and for all.

"You are just as handsome as your father, Lemy." Lucy's smile faltered a little, "I can also see a bit of your mother too."

"Stay away from him! Lucy let me go right now!" Clyde hurt his ankle the harder he tugged against the chain, "Lemy! Don't you dare! Don't you fucking dare!"

Reaching out with a single hand, Lucy's trembling fingers grasped Lemy's face. A deep exhale of satisfaction escaped her mouth as she placed her other hand on the other side of his face. He had yet to show any actual emotion during this entire ordeal, like a predator, extremely still and simply eyeing its prey. Lucy kept caressing him, her hands soon moving from his face down to his broad shoulders and wide chest, feeling him up in a blatant display of close intimacy. Lemy grabbed both her hands, holding them in a strong grip. Both Lucy and Clyde froze up at this sudden reaction, expecting the worse.

"Where is she?" Lemy spoke in a low dull tone, no life behind those words. Clyde was perplexed to hear him speak, finally hearing the voice of that he had only imagined in his dreams at night. Lucy winced as Lemy applied pressure to his vicelike grip, he had her locked in place and unless she wanted to have both wrists broken, she had to answer his question.

"Don't tell him anything!" Clyde shouted.

"Lemy, you do miss her." Lucy smiled, somehow finding his obsession with Lyra beyond adorable, "I'm certain that she misses you too."

"What the fuck?!"

For a split second Lemy's eyes lit up with life, but only momentarily. He let go of Lucy and looked at her intensively, a childlike wonder in him that had not been seen in a decade. "She is waiting for you, back home." Lucy revealed.

"You fucking bitch! You fucking stupid bitch!" Clyde cursed her out, extremely livid that Lyra's safety was now compromised.

Lucy paid him no mind, eyes focused on Lemy the entire time, "Find her. Claim her. Now please, Lemy please...liberate me from my pain!"

Not missing a beat, Lemy grabbed her by the throat and squeezed. Lucy gasped for air that was not reaching her as Lemy did not let go. Seeing this assault Clyde yelled at him and pulled hard against his chain. The intense pressure he was applying caused his ankle to get bruised up and cut up by the iron shackle. Blood began to pour out from his ankle wound, yet he ignored the pain as the adrenaline had reached a new high in him. Lemy continued holding on to Lucy who had placed both hands on his arm, she may desire death, but her body had a different reaction. Her gasps became more violent as her pale skin began to turn a shade of dark purplish-blue.

Lemy lifted her up in the arm with a single arm, lightwork, given Lucy's frail physique. Dangling about a foot off the floor, Lemy silently eyed her, watched and listened to hear try and fail at breathing at all. She looked down at him, despite what was occurring and the amount of pain she was currently in, she managed to utter out the following words, "What...a...blessing."

He squeezed her throat with all his might. Her legs, dangling from the air, kicked and swirled erratically as her body continued toto fight off the pain. Eventually she went limp, no more struggling from her part as she dangled lifelessly as Lemy held on to her neck. Sensing the life escape her body, he dropped her. Lucy crashed down on the floor with a heavy thud, dead from strangulation.

"No!" Clyde roared, helplessly looking at the dead body of Lucy Loud. Another friend lost, another Loud slain.

Lemy emoted no sentiments to his actions as he hovered over her corpse. He truly was a monster without a soul. His cold blue eyes looked up at Clyde who was deep in grief over what he had just witnessed, he stared at Clyde as if he wasn't even there, almost like he was looking past the doctor. Turning his back to him he approached a nearby table and rummaged through the various items laid upon it. He did not here the footsteps rushing right behind him.

"Damn you!" Clyde whacked him in the back with an iron candle holder laying about. He had bled enough form his ankle, it allowed him to squeeze his bruised and battered foot right through that rusty shackle.

Lemy hardly reacted to his attacks, he spun around and grabbed Clyde's arm mid swing and using his superior strength bend it sideways. A loud cracking of bone popped off in the air followed by Clyde's screams of pain. With his spare hand, Lemy stabbed Clyde in the gut with a large knife he had picked up from the table. He jammed it in deeper, causing Clyde to lose his voice as the pain overwhelmed his entire body. Lemy yanked the knife out and shoved him to the ground, watching him wretch about like wounded animal. No longer viewing him as a threat he headed up the stairs, knife in hand.

"N-No...don't..."Clyde's words were incomprehensible as he tried to crawl on his hands and feet. Halfway up the stairs, Lemy stopped and peaked over his shoulder at his longtime psychiatrist and aunt.

"Fuck off."

With those words spoken he climbed up to the main floor and shut the door on Clyde's face. The sound of large furniture being moved indicated that Lemy had blocked the door, trapping a wounded Clyde in the cellar with the corpse of Lucy as sole company. Clyde struggled to get to his feet, his right hand pressing against his knife wound, stopping blood from pouring out any further. He had to get out of here, get out or find a phone and warn everyone of that Lemy Loud was heading their way. No phone was found in the cellar, he would have to bash his way out instead. He heard a large crash from upstairs, wondering what Lemy was doing. Why had he not taken off yet?

He soon learned why. Smoke began to seep down from the wooden floor above.

Outside Lemy walked towards the parked cars, he tossed a jerry can he had in hand and used a key to unlock Lucy's car. Turning on the engine, he pressed on the gas pedal and began to drive away from the old house in the woods. Black smoke poured out from the front door and a large fire could be seen roaring from the inside. Clyde had no way of escaping; he had lost the battle and would now burn to death for his failures. He just prayed, no, he hoped that Lynn would be strong enough to finish the job now.

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Loud House

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Royal Woods

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Night before Halloween

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Everyone had been called. Everyone he could get reach that is. Lynn had shown up as did the Sheriff, only those two had been summoned. He had tried on multiple occasions to contact Dr. McBride but that man's whereabouts were currently unknown, his house phone went unanswered and the hospital he worked at had reported him as a no-show for over a week. They all began to fear the worst. Other than that, troubling fact, the main concern was the one that they were all currently addressing with an array of volatile emotions flying up in the air. Lemy Loud was on the loose and most likely heading this way, back home, back for Lyra.

As it stood, Lyle was in the living room watching the volatile exchange of harsh words getting thrown around by Lynn and Sheriff Chandler. Gloom was upstairs with Lyra, keeping her company during this unexpected terrible moment. He could only imagine the tremendous chaos going inside her head, to discover her murderous brother' impending comeback by surprise, without warning, it was cruel and unfair, not just for her but him too. Lyle only hoped that Lemy was stopped before he ever had the chance to reach her.

"Why hasn't a manhunt been assembled? What the hell are you guys doing other than sitting with your thumbs up your own-"

"I already contacted highway patrol and they are keeping vigilance on all roads leading to Royal Woods!" Chandler was at his wits end with Lynn's accusing remarks, "My department is only nine deputies and myself! It's going to be a fucking hassle tomorrow night; with Halloween I have to run it with the mayor and his word is final."

"Then tell that fat fuck to cancel it! Set up a curfew, tell everyone to stay indoors and patrol the streets for that psychopath!" hollering about, Lynn was making an unnecessary scene, but Lyle didn't blame her, he would too, but chose to be reserve about his own outrage.

"Gloom and I are leaving." Lyle announced, "And we're taking Lyra with us."

He looked over at the sheriff, "Do whatever you can to capture him and if you have to, put him down." Chandler acknowledged his words with a simple head nod. Lynn huffed and crossed her arms, anger fully encompassing her countenance. He left them to their own devices and headed up the stairs to speak to with the girls.

Reaching their room, he took a deep breath and opened the door. Both girls were sited on the bed, Lyra was gazing down at the floor with a dejected look that spoke many words, Gloom sat by her side, consoling her as best the ravenette could. Seeing her in such a state only fueled the flames of hatred he harbored for his cousin, so much progress, her road to recovery, all destroyed because of that bastard. Silence filled the room as all three stayed quiet, unable to find the correct words to commence this uncomfortable conversation.

"Can we have the room, please?"

"Sure."

Gloom hugged Lyra and stood up, heading out the room. She placed a hand on his shoulder which was followed by a kiss to his cheek, Lyle barley registered her actions as his entire being was solely focused on the older girl sitting in absolute somber silence on his bed. Being a pillar to lean on was still a new occupation that he had yet to fully master, but despite his own personal issues, Lyle did his part as best he could.

"We are leaving. Start packing." plain and simple.

What she said in response took him by utter surprise, "...no."

"Lyra...stop." an argument was ready to implode, and he was not in the mood for it, "Just gather your stuff. We're all going back to Indianapolis."

"I want to stay here." her face remained solemn.

"You can't fix him, nobody can!" Lyle argued, "Stop feeling sorry for that bastard and focus on yourself, worry about yourself! He is dead to us! The further we can get away the more time the authorities will have in finding him and doing whatever they deem necessary to stop him."

Lyra stood up, facing Lyle with a sense of sudden defiance, "He will follow. No matter where I go, he will follow me and the further I flee the longer and deeper that trail of blood will grow. All my life I've lived in fear. I have been unable to move on, unable to let go. Then you came and helped me find my way again and for that I thank you Lyle. I'm finally feeling alive again and if I leave, if I run away then it was all true, everything I've been telling myself for the past ten years was always true, that I'm a coward and deserve what's coming to me! It has to end here, nowhere else but here!"

For the first time, Lyle saw the old Lyra, the one he remembered as a child and always respected with admiration. She was strong, had always been strong, but her fears had pushed her back, but now he could see that she meant it. It was still a dangerous idea, he still needed to protect her and will protect her with his life if it comes to that yet watching her finally break free was such a beautiful revelation, he had no choice but to accept her demands.

"Fucking hell..."Lyle muttered in annoyance as Lyra held her ground, still glaring at him with deep determination, "Lyra, you are a fucking smooth woman, you know that?"

He relayed the news to the others, and they all took if in different ways. Lynn was upset with it, but chose to play her part, Chandler promised to keep Lyra safe and ordered her to be taken into protective custody. She would be moved to the police station, the safest place in the entire town. The only person who showed strong opposition was his significant other, Gloom was not at all satisfied with his choices.

"What the hell are you thinking Lyle? This is not okay at all! There's a killer psycho on the loose and you agreed to stay?" Lyle listened to her concerns, hoping to make her understand if even just a little.

"It has to be this way. I'm sorry." Lyle simply stated. Gloom crossed her arms and gave him her back; she was very upset.

Lyle walked up to her and hugged her from behind, "I should have never dragged you along. You should get out of here, once this is over, I'll be back."

"The way you're speaking...you don't believe your own words, do you?" Gloom sadly said.

Lyle's silence could have multiple meanings, all he did know was that he would soon be having an unwanted reunion with Lemy, and he was mentally preparing himself for that bloody confrontation. Funny that tomorrow would be Halloween, the devil's night and the devil himself was going to pay them all a visit. For too long he had stayed away and chosen to forget this place, now he was choosing to stay and confront this evil alongside Lyra. Hopefully it all comes to an end, and they can finally be free from this nightmare together.

Night had arrived and the roads around the country were dangerous as they were dark. A lone truck drove down the long road, with its headlights guiding its path. The driver was a hunter who had just finished up for the day, he had bagged a few turkeys and was returning home. He spotted a car on the side of the road. Finding this odd, he parked right behind it and lowered the window, "Hello?" no answer.

He exited the truck with his hunting rifle sling on his back and approached the vehicle. With the light beams of his truck, he noticed that one of the rear tires was flat, but he also failed to see any occupants inside the car too. The silence of the night unnerved the hunter as he looked around, "Is anybody here? Anybody hurt?" He grabbed hold of his rifle and cautiously approached the car. Grabbing the door handle, he pulled open the back door and aimed the rifle to the inside, it was empty. As he examined the interior a figure emerged from the shadows and stabbed the man in the back. The man yelped and jerked his body but was still halfway inside the car to fully lean back up. Lemy, stabbed him a few more times in the back before grabbing him by the shoulders and tossing him out to the ground. The rifle had flown off his hands, so the hunter was now defenseless. Lemy stomped on his face relentlessly. The entire frontal face of the skull got caved in, eyes, blood, bone and brain matter all oozing out like a popped watermelon.

Lemy put away his knife and looked around for something. He bends down and grabbed the hunting rifle and slung it over his shoulder. He got on the hunter's truck and drove away. A sign up ahead on the road read the following: Royal Woods, 16.