It didn't take long for I.M.P and Eli to locate their target, though the location—a secluded spot deep in the forest—raised Eli's suspicions. Why would anyone live somewhere so isolated?

Blitzo crouched low, sniper rifle in hand, meticulously lining up the perfect shot. His grip tightened as he zeroed in on the target: Martha, a cheerful-looking woman who stood laughing with her family. Eli, meanwhile, was sitting a few feet away, wearing earmuffs to block out the gunfire and keeping his focus on the grimoire. He had no desire to see what was about to happen.

Millie, ever the doting "mother" didn't mind. "If that's what my baby wants, then it's fine by me." She said with a proud smile.

Moxxie, however, had handed Eli the earmuffs for a practical reason. "Guns are loud." He'd said, and he wasn't about to let the kid's ears suffer.

Blitzo smirked, ready to pull the trigger. "Say goodbye, Bitch…"

Moxxie watched the happy family in the distance, his stomach churning. They looked so… normal. The laughter, the joy—it was too much. A pang of guilt hit him like a freight train, and just as Blitzo squeezed the trigger, Moxxie shoved the rifle aside.

The bullet flew wide, striking a tree and startling the family.

"MOXXIE!" Blitzo roared, his face a mask of fury. "What the fuck?! That was a perfect shot!"

Eli looked up, pulling off his earmuffs. His expression was unreadable as he watched Blitzo tear into Moxxie.

"I-I panicked!" Moxxie stammered, his voice cracking as he buried his face in his hands. "They just looked so happy… I couldn't do it, okay?!"

Blitzo groaned, facepalming. "Moxxie, we're assassins! This is literally our job! I don't care how happy they looked—our client tried to kill both of them and they got rich off sympathy! She deserves this!"

Millie opened her mouth to intervene, but before she could, Eli froze. A chill raced down his spine, and his eyes darted to the forest. Something was wrong.

"WATCH OUT!" Eli shouted, tackling Millie to the ground.

The sudden action caught everyone off guard. Just as Millie was about to ask what he was doing, a deafening gunshot rang out, and the wall they were hiding behind exploded into splinters.

Blitzo staggered backward, clutching his arm where a stray bullet had grazed him. "FUCK! SCATTER!" He bellowed, darting into the trees as Martha charged toward them, shotgun in hand.

Millie grabbed Eli's wrist and sprinted away, her grip firm. "C'mon, sweetie! We're getting out of here!"

Moxxie, still dazed, tried to follow but was ambushed by Martha's children, who knocked him unconscious.

Ralphie, Martha's husband, pursued Millie and Eli, firing round after round at them.

"Run, baby! Momma's got this!" Millie shouted, releasing Eli's wrist as she turned to face Ralphie. Hatchets drawn, she rushed toward him without hesitation.

Eli hesitated, glancing back at Millie. His instincts screamed at him to help, but he shook his head and kept running.

After several minutes of sprinting, Eli collapsed behind a tree, his chest heaving. He clutched the grimoire tightly, trembling. The fear was overwhelming. It had been a long time since he'd felt this helpless.

His gaze fell on the grimoire, its ornate cover glowing faintly. He could run. No one would blame him. But as the image of Millie's determined face flashed in his mind, a surge of guilt took hold.

With a deep breath, Eli forced himself to stand.

Eli stumbled upon Millie's hatchet near a lake by the docks. His stomach sank. "Something bad must've happened." He muttered, picking it up.

When he reached Martha's home again, the scene that greeted him was horrifying.

Blitzo and Millie were tied to a burning stake, the flames licking at their feet. Though the fire wouldn't kill them—it couldn't harm hellborns—the situation was still dire. Moxxie, bound to a chair inside the house, was using his tail to free himself with a knife.

Martha stood nearby, reloading her shotgun, while Ralphie sneered at their captives.

Eli's grip tightened on the hatchet. His eyes darted to the grimoire, an idea forming. Placing the hatchet on the ground, he opened the book and frantically searched for a spell.

Finally, he found it. Kneeling, he placed his hands on the ground and began to chant:

"From roots unseen and seeds untamed,

Through earth's veins, your power claimed.

Rise, O thorns, and weave your snare,

A verdant trap for those who dare.

By leaf and vine, by bark and stem,

Encase my foes, imprison them.

Choke the breath, bind limb to ground,

Till silence falls and none rebound.

By nature's will, my command made whole,

Creeping green, consume their soul!"

The ground trembled beneath him as power coursed through his body. Massive vines erupted from the earth, moving with unnatural speed.

Martha barely had time to react before the vines constricted her and Ralphie, pinning them in place. Their screams were muffled as the vegetation tightened, rendering them immobile.

The strain proved too much for Eli, and he collapsed, unconscious.

Moxxie had just freed himself when he witnessed the spectacle. His jaw dropped as the vines completely ensnared Martha and Ralphie.

The flames burned through the ropes binding Millie and Blitzo, sending them tumbling to the ground.

Blitzo grinned, brushing soot off his jacket. "Hell yeah! Guess who's getting a bonus after this?"

Millie, however, was overcome with emotion. She grabbed a gun from the ground and shot Martha in the head without hesitation. Tears of pride streamed down her face. "That's my baby!"

Moxxie ran to her, his voice tinged with concern. "Millie!"

She turned, pulling him into a tight hug. "Moxxie! Did you see what our boy did?! He's amazing!"

Moxxie shook his head, smiling faintly. "I missed most of it, but I'll take your word for it."

Millie released him and scanned the area, her smile vanishing when she spotted Eli's unconscious form.

"MA BABY!" She cried, sprinting to his side.

Blitzo sauntered over, picking up the grimoire. "Hey, the fancy book's still fine." He said nonchalantly.

Millie hissed at him like an angry cat, cradling Eli protectively. Moxxie placed a calming hand on her shoulder.

Blitzo raised his hands defensively. "Whoa there, easy. Let's get him to the feathered prick. He could check up on the kid."

Opening a portal with the grimoire, Blitzo motioned for the group to follow.

A/N: I had a hard time trying to think up on what my OC could do here.

Also, I read my reviews (thanks for reviewing by the way). I'll try to answer them to the best of my ability.

First, I'm gonna ignore the commissions. I may accept once I feel comfortable enough. I'm still new here after all.

Second, my OC could use every type of magic, but it will be more focused on moon-based magic(It makes no sense, I know) because Stolas, haha, he's an astronomer, and my OC is using Stolas's grimoire. Though I may add some magic that may not make any sense or just a reference to something, I wanna have some fun and let my imagination run wild.

Third, I haven't read 'Hunted By My Demons.' by ReptileEdge. So that something to look forward to.

Fourth, I'm still working on the Spring Broken chapter, Sallie May is to early. Oh don't worry about Mrs. Mayberry I have plans for her.

To the person that said my story was interesting, thanks.

And I'll agree, there's a lot of good fic revolving around Lincoln Loud... though a few can be, questionable.