20The loud House. In Franklin avenue, this is considered the most noisy house because of the amount of residents that inhabitate in there. But suddenly... it all went quiet... Since Lincoln disappeared without a trace, the family of now twelve have been rocked by immense sadness and anger.
Mr. Lynn and Rita were so shaken by the loss of their only son that divorce came and before they knew it they were both no longer married.
From Rita's point of view, every time she saw something or even a small picture of Lincoln or his clothing, it was already a reason to start crying uncontrollably. Every night she cried for exhaustion to come faster so she could sleep, since she couldn't anymore; not even with tranquilizers. But from Mr. Lynn's point of view, he was blinded by the hatred he felt towards whoever it was who kidnapped his son, that he quit his dream job and became an alcoholic who every night got drunk and slept on the living room floor because of overindulging in drinks. And thus led to the divorce.
And the Loud sisters weren't much different...
Lori, the eldest, felt a void in her heart that she couldn't explain, and not even her boyfriend Bobby could fill it. She left to take care of her younger sisters; She stopped using her cell phone like before, and if she used it, it was just to cry after seeing a photo of her dear younger brother. Carol, Dana, Becky, Teri, and even Whitney tried their best to help her, but it just didn't seem to work. Carol missed talking to him on the phone, and listening to his advice, even if it was useless and/or for situations that would never or almost never happen. Dana missed the exchange of affectionate nicknames they gave each other, and that smile that reminded her of a white bunny, fluffy and adorable. Becky looked like she had lost her mind after discovering her little albino Russian was missing. His "Lincovinisk Loudnisk" was officially gone. Teri missed calling him to give opinions on the clothes she tried to match and especially the times he was embarrassed and embarrassed when it came to swimwear and bikinis she wore. And Whitney seemed to have lost all interest in playing tennis. For a while, Lincoln had become her assistant in training, and that was something she missed... A lot
Leni, the sweetest girl in the whole family, lost her essence over time, her smile, her high spirits, and all her innocence disappeared in a short time. She started crying before going to sleep remembering her little brother who always loved her unconditionally, even if sometimes she was a little stupid and slow. And not to lose what she almost lost of everything, she made each sister an Orange polo shirt, just like Lincoln always wore, to always remind them of him. Her friends, Jackie, Mandee, and Phiona, stayed by her side to try to help her get over the loss, and unfortunately Miguel moved out of town with his boyfriend. All her friends and even Phiona seemed to feel the same sadness as Leni. Sure, Lincoln caused trouble and made them angry with the big family, but he always managed to win a place in everyone's hearts, even Phiona's.
Luna looks like she wasn't even shaken by the great loss. After Lincoln left, she started dedicating herself much more to the songs, but something changed... She started singing the songs in German, which, incredible as it may seem, Lincoln had learned. Sam and Mazzie were shaken by the news, they went along with Luna and her idea to change the music and sing in the same language that Lincoln had learned. Luna seemed to grow stronger the day he was away from home, Always finding the strength to take care of her younger sisters, Helping the older ones get over it, and even keeping herself on her feet all day long, For secretly, she silently squealed all the nights, preventing her from sleeping. Sam on the other hand, along with Mazzie, They missed their little white friend, they missed when he sang and played with the band. They were empty inside...
Luan was the one who suffered the most along with Lynn Jr. She didn't smile anymore, that wide smile of teeth lined up by a dental brace was gone. He no longer made jokes, puns, pranks, and he didn't even laugh. If Maggie hadn't smiled before, now there was a very tiny chance that she would even smile or that word would exist in her vocabulary. They looked like they cried every day, and they really did. Luan would cry all day in his room apologizing for pulling the pranks on April Fools Day, and Maggie would scream every afternoon in her room alone, crying every time she was loud and mean to Lincoln, and always repeated to herself that she I had already forgiven him for the birthday party that he unintentionally ruined, but she was begging with her tears for forgiveness for him to come back. He was sorely missed in Maggie and Luan's hearts. Shannon didn't know what to do. Luan was slowly affecting her with her sadness. But The Girl with Glasses was holding strong. Eventually she met Maggie and now she had to help them get better. She wasn't close or very friendly with Lincoln, but she knew him... well enough to understand what Luan and Maggie were going through and feeling.
And don't even mention Lynn Jr. She cried in her little brother's room every night and had officially moved in, refusing to change the sheets to preserve Lincoln's scent. She wore the orange polos every time she went to train, and sometimes she overdid it in training because there were days when she couldn't even move because her joints were sore and tired. Polly and Margo They didn't see that tough, hard-working girl in exercises or games anymore. She had completely changed. But they understood why, and they respected Lynn because of it.
If Lucy wasn't already depressed and unenthusiastic, now was her time to shine. She only talked to Haiku, she rarely spoke to her sisters, she didn't write poems anymore, and if she wrote any, he was enough to make anyone cry. His heart had gone completely cold. Haiku took Lucy's place as the poetry club representative but it didn't change the feeling that she felt everyday. She looked almost like Lucy; sadder than ever and barely spoke to anyone, not even her parents.
Lola and Lana were completely angry eith the universe. Lincoln was gone and they didn't knew if he was coming back or not to see them grow and Succeed in life, and it was killing them from the inside. Lola had stopped going to her beauty pageants and was now calmer than before. Her sadness didn't let her hide all her contained anger and she didn't have the strength to complain about anything more than her brother's disappearance, and how the investigators weren't doing a good job. And Lana did change a lot. She took baths now, but she still played in the mud to make time go faster. She did all of that because her innocence made her think that Lincoln left them because how she was always dirty and poorly washed. Both may seem almost alike in appearance, and quite different in tastes and customs, but right now, the two of them were nothing but one huge sadness.
If you thought Lisa was just going to be that "classic Lisa who doesn't care about other people's emotions" You were wrong. Lisa has decided all her effort in her time machine, unstoppable days and nights, spending her time in which she could be sleeping, in order to carry out her plan to save the family. It was simple, Go back in time and fear that Lincoln was kidnapped or something. This has begun to worry Darcy, her only friend, has been worrying about her beyond measure. She didn't doubt Lisa's intelligence but that her plan would work. She did not fail to support her, as she also missed Lincoln. The big brother she never had, she missed too...
What about little Lily then?... Poor baby, So young and already dealing with the kind of problems the world has to offer. She spent every hour that she could be playing, sleeping or even eating, looking around the house for Lincoln. It was all day crawling and waddling around looking for him, thinking she was constantly playing hide and seek with her big brother. But because she was a baby in the first few months she didn't understand, but once her mind dropped, she understood what had been going on all this time. Every night she had trouble sleeping without bedtime stories and goodnight kisses from the white-haired boy. Sleeping in her orange polo helped a little, but as the days passed, Lily slowly lost her energy; not completely clear; but even so... little by little her baby essence was running out...
But it wasn't onky the loud family that was suffering from the loss. Lincoln's friends were suffering in terms that they rather not describe. But i will of course.
Liam, Zach, and Rusty were all down in the dumps, but Clyde was beyond down in the dumps. The constant absence of his true and faithful friend hurt him from the inside, it was like an acid gnawing at him, starting with his heart and then the rest. His performance at school along with his other friends was very bad, low grades, not participating in class, and constantly going to the principal's office because of this kind of complaints from teachers.
Stella looked like a normal girl on the outside, Always upbeat and smiling, full of hope. But inside she was the opposite in the worst possible way. Even a mention of Lincoln was enough to make her angry and even cry; Girl Jordan, has become far less competitive in the gym dodgeball wars; Cookie was extremely devastated, and Christina looked like a different person. She regretted not answering Lincoln's letter on Valentine's Day, and always apologized for being rude to him. He could seem silly at times but he was the kind of friend you need when you're not around.
But... where's Lincoln now...? What's happening with him right now as we talk...?
France; 10:45 am; Front battle field. 11/11/1918
German trenches... fifteen minutes before the end of the war...
Lincoln point of view.
On the Front Line in eastern western France... In 1918... Lincoln was right now in the German trenches, Reflecting on how he got there. Sitting in a small bunker inside the earth, at least 7 meters square, he remembered everything. It happened so fast that there was no time to react. But he was soon cut off from his train of thought when attack alarms began blaring from speakers covered in mud and dirt. Soldiers from the outside began firing down the stairs leading outside the trenches, but they did not go into the field. Lincoln was grabbed by two giant, rough hands and pushed out of the small room, with a G45 rifle falling into his lap. This man was his sergeant and he just shouted "STOP SLAMING BACK, SOLDIER. NOW GET OUT THERE AND MAKE THOSE FRENCH PEOPLE HIT THE HELL OR WE'RE ALL DEAD!". Lincoln faltered for a moment because of his commander's shouts and the explosions caused by mortars that hit in and out of the trenches at random. But amidst the stumbling and staggering, he grabbed his weapon and headed in any direction of the earth tunnels. Going to the right, he met another commander and three more soldiers who were about to leave the trenches and head towards the battlefield, or rather, death. He climbed the wooden stairs right behind a soldier who was right in front of him. "PREPARE... GO!" Shouted the other commander blowing a whistle in his mouth. The other two soldier ran towards the battle fild of certain death, but when Lincoln started to climb the stairs but fell as soon as the weight of the body of the soldier who was in front of him who was about to leave, fell backwards, knocking them both to the ground inside the trenches, full of mud and rat shit.
Because of the rush, he could only realize who it was too late. As soon as he pushed his companion's body away, he saw that it was Hanz, a soldier who had helped him the first time he was out in the open going into battle. "Hanz?... HANZ!" Lincoln shakes his already lifeless body, blood soaking through the hands that were trying to do cardiac massage on his chest. But he was soon interrupted by the same commander grabbing him by his uniform and pushing him towards the stairs, forcing him towards his death.
A single tear trickled down his cheek, but he knew he couldn't let his emotions get the better of him. It was a rule, 'Either you or your emotions; One can keep you alive, the other can kill you'. Once he reached the top edge of the trench, he looked toward the place where his life would be on the line. What was once a great green valley, was now a dead land, and with several dead fallen in it. He started to run, but was soon thrown back by another mortar that landed about seven feet in front of him. His ears were ringing for a few moments, but he couldn't let that bother him. He ran past several fallen and bloody bodies; stepped through puddles of mud mixed with blood and even limbs from human bodies; I dodged barbed wires and dead trees, and passed close to the bodies of horses that died in battles that didn't even include them.
He wanted to close his eyes and run in random directions, hoping and praying he didn't die from the decision he wanted to make. But he soon had to come to his senses after having fallen into a tree branch and next to a body of the quadruped. He tried to get up, but soon gave up the idea as he felt a volley of bullets grazing his face. He let out a short cry, out of pure fear and anxiety, knowing that this was like a big game of luck, where the lady death had to get lucky as soon as she rolled the dice in order to kill someone.
But he quickly remembered the rifle he carried in his hand. Taking hold of the poor lifeless animal's body, he aimed his weapon in the direction where several other soldiers were running alongside him. "Let's go, QUICK!" He yelled to himself as he reloaded and cocked the gun. *KAPOW* "one..." *KAPOW" "two..." *KAPOW* "three..." *KAPOW* "four..." *KAPOW* *CHIPLIM!* "The last one..." He resumed his position from before, taking cover on the horse's body. He soon had to risk his life when he saw a fellow crawling towards him, moaning his name in pain as he reached out his hand, begging for help.
It was a very difficult decision. Risking his own life to save another was a price that could possibly be worth it. "Please…help me…Lincoln…help me…" the soldier mumbled in pain as he crawled through the weedy grass and mud. Lincoln took the phrase "always help others in any way you can" literally. Lying down on his back and dragging himself towards his companion, he extended his hand, but soon withdrew it as soon as the said soldier fell dead after a bullet went through his left eye and killed him. Crawling to his previous position, he picked up the rifle again, and squeezed the trigger in the same direction she had aimed before, but he did it only to remind himself that the bullets had run out. He tossed his rifle aside, and, from the back of the pack that was on his back, produced a mini shovel. It was sharp on its sides and edges. She had turned into a lethal and deadly weapon.
His muscles were all tense, and he was squeezing the handle of the shovel very hard, causing the vesicles in his hand to swell and become completely visible. He had now entered irrational mode. Getting up and jumping over the dead horse he started to run again with the other soldiers; He was only there for five minutes; With his legs tired and his eyes looking in all directions frantically, he saw the French trenches. On the edges of them, there were soldiers fighting with their fists, bayonets attached to the butts of their rifles. Still running with the shovel mine in his hand, Lincoln headed towards a French soldier who had stabbed a German soldier in the stomach. He lifted her into an attack position and lunged at the Frenchman. Said soldier had retracted his bayonet but he was too slow to react against Lincoln's charge. He hit the shovel in his neck, severing a vital vein, and after retracting the deadly shovel, the Frenchman's blood gushed like a fountain in the center of the park. He fell to the ground convulsing wildly, while the albino Rapas just stared with wide, trembling eyes. He looked back toward the camp where other French soldiers were charging at the Germans. Lincoln could feel a rising rage within him taking control of his body and mind. And attacked them too
Everything was now in slow motion. Lincoln running against the soldiers, and vice versa. Mortars exploded in the background and other soldiers from both teams fell dead to the ground from gunfire. When Lincoln was about to hit one of the enemy soldiers, a mortar landed in front of him again, throwing him back, far away. He hit his head on a rock and slowly lost consciousness, but thanks to his helmet, the damage wouldn't be too serious. As his mind ran through her last thoughts before he passed out completely, she could only remember a vague picture of his entire family. "Mom...Dad...Girls...I'm sorry..." It was the only thing he said, before finally passing out completely and the darkness becoming his only vision.
Franklin Avenue; 10:48 am... current days 11/11/2016
The Loud House...
Rita's point of view.
It had been four months since the disappearance of her son Lincoln and only four weeks since the divorce, and Rita hadn't gotten any better. She was sitting on the sofa watching tv, flipping through the channels, all news or entertainment shows. Her eyes had big bags under them, her face looked/was extremely tired, with expressions she wished weren't there. Having a mother's heart, she worried about her missing little albino boy, but she couldn't help but worry about her daughters as well. Lori had officially dropped out of high school; Leni was very depressed, to the point of needing medication; she knew that Luna was exhausted, as she always tried to help Lori, or did the work of taking care of her younger sisters herself; Luan's emotional state scared her; Lynn had completely changed all about herself; She couldn't even remember the last time she'd spoken to Lucy or that she'd said anything; The twins needed support, She was extremely worried about Lisa and her "Grand Plan" And Lily was slowly changing for the worse.
She remembered the last night before Lincoln disappeared. How he started to Make everyone and even Lucy laugh at the funny sound of the second language he learned. "Lincoln... My precious baby... Come back to me... I beg you, please!..." Rita whispered, trying to contain her voice that had this huge urge to scream and call for her son to finally return to her. Flashbacks started to run through their mind of said extremely happy night, not even thinking or caring about what the next day had to offer.
Franklin Avenue; 18:10 pm Four months ago. 09/27/2016
The Loud house; Kitchen
No-one Point of view
The Loud kids were all sitting around the dinner table, talking, shouting and arguing about random topics, the only ones not present at the time were Lincoln and Lana who followed him into his room to ask him to dinner, and Rita who was in the kitchen, heating homemade pizzas in the oven. "Hey guys, does anyone know where Lincoln and Lana are?" Luna asked him in her husky voice. Probably from practicing so much with their band in the garage, where Rifa happily invited them to stay for dinner, "It's been a while since Lana went to ask him to dinner."
"Yeah, like, Link totes needs to come soon!" Leni chirped in a super excited voice, "After all, it's Mama's homemade pizza night!" Leni could barely contain herself, in fact, no one could. Since the family's oattriarch worked late and almost every weekend he worked double time, the blonde matriarch had to take the place of the family's great cook.
"Lana probably got mixed up with Lincoln with her hero and comic book stuff." Elder Sister said without looking away from her cell phone screen. "That must be why they're taking so long." stated the older blonde.
"I don't mind waiting a bit for Ace" the blue-haired Blonde teased nudging Luna and Mazzie with her elbows. Mazzie just nodded her head as she slightly curved her lips up in a small smile. Luna didn't mind her Girlfriend calling her brother by nicknames, after all, both oddly enough like comics and superheroes, and when Sam found out that Lincoln also liked Ace Savvy, the two basically started spending more time together than usual.
"UGH!" Lola complained audibly enough for everyone at the table to hear "I just hope they don't take too long, because if my pizza gets cold, they'll have to deal with me!" And that was a fact. Lola hated it if her pizzas got cold, and she's already managed to Cause quite a fight with Lincoln yet again over it. But before she could complain again, they all started hearing the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs, more than one to be exact, and in the background they could hear Lana constantly begging Lincoln for something they couldn't make out what it was, and the said boy kept refusing.
"C'mon, please!" "No Lana" "Please?" "No!" "What if I put a cherry on top?" The two of them continued this back and forth of requests and declines. And they continued anyway even when they were already seated at the table. "Come on Lincoln, One last time! PLEASE!" "Lana, you've said that before" the little boy in the orange polos said "And that's not even five minutes ago, not counting the other thirty times you've already asked me!" The other maidens present at the table could not understand why tomboy twin girl repeated so much for her older brother to do.
"What ya both keep goin' on this back and forth 'bout?" The family athlete askes as she digger out a golden nugget out of her deep caves and threw it away with a flick of finger. "It's because Lincoln had learn a new linguage" Lincoln face was a light Red-pink Shade because of how embarrassed he was "And above all, he was even singing!" "LANA!"
The little snow-haired boy now covered his face with his hands, he was so red with embarrassment. All the girls looked at him now with a certain curiosity about his brother who was now bilingual. "If I may ask Male Brother Unit; What kind of means of word communication have you freely decided to learn?" Lisa, the offspring of the family and the second youngest of the sisters asked using scientific and well-mannered terms for someone just four years old. "Ge... German..." he said between a whisper, but Lisa heard him perfectly. "Wow, one of the hardest ways to communicate in words across the planet" She stated lightly impressed by her brother.
"But Lana said you sing now, didn't you?" Luan said with a mischievous smile. "Care to show us?" She leaned forward so she was only a foot away from the little boy's face. "You gotta be kidding..." He muttered to himself knowing that if he didn't do it soon, his sisters wouldn't leave him alone "Okay, but I have to warn you, I'm still learning so I'm not quite fluent in it, okay?" He warned one last time before stating that this would be the last time he would do it in front of everyone. "Okay... Here goes..." He took a deep breath and started.
Warum kommen Sie nicht
Vorbei nehmen Platz
Trinken eine Tasse Tee und ein Glas Kaffee und Milch
Und ein Glas Wein
Und ein Glas Wein.
Mädchen, ich liebe dich, das tue ich Aber ich kann dich noch nicht heiraten,
Si warte einfach, bis ich zurückkomme,
Und vielleicht kannst du rüberkommen und
Platz nehmen, um eine Tasse Tee und ein Glas Kaffee mit Milch zu trinken,
Und ein Glas Wein~
Und ein Glas Wein!
*translation*
(Why don't you come over and take a seat,
Drink a cup of tea and a glass of coffee and milk,
And a glass of wine~
And a glass of wine.
Girl i do love you, i do
But can't marry you yet,
So just wait until i come back,
And maybe you can come over
And take a seat to drink a cup of tea, and a glass of coffee with milk,
And a Glass of wine~
And a Glass of wine!)
After Lincoln sang the short lyrics, applause came from all around the table, only making him feel more embarrassed to receive so much attention. "Oohh~" Lori teased him as I playfully rubbed his hair for how cute he was whenever he felt embarrassed "What were the lyrics about?" She asked still stroking his hair "Can you sing it again?" Lincoln was unable to give a concrete answer to Lori's request and politely declined, instead of an outburst like he had with Lana, as everyone at the table began to repeat "Sing, sing, sing" over and over again, leaving him awkward. and eventually singing again only translating the lyrics of the song and then singing it in the German version. Rita, who was in the kitchen listening to everything, couldn't stop laughing at the scene unfolding at the table.
But she had to turn her attention back to the oven as it was time to serve the pizzas. She Baked four Pizzas in total and brought them to the table, with only two round trips with one in each hand. "Okay Kids!" Madam Loud Screamed to get the attention of the girls who were still talking and not making fun of Lincoln, "Pizza is served!" She said raising her arms in the air and Everyone let out various sounds of celebration. Each could only take four pieces in total, as they knew they should leave it to their parents for later. A smile formed on Rita's face as she still kept her eyes on Lincoln as he happily ate. She wanted to hug him... Keep him close to her all the time... Kiss him... Wait, what?!
Franklin avenue; Current days; 11:03 am; 11/11/2016
The loud house
Rita's point of view
Did she really thought what she just thought?! Kiss Her Own Child?! what kind of crazy was she?... But what type of kisses? Those of a mother who loves her son... or... "NO! NO NO NO! I CAN'T THINK OF MY SON LIKE THAT! HE IS MY OWN SON OH MY GOD IN HEAVEN!" But... She was so sad... Her ex husband left her because of the problems he created for himself, and she was without support and completely bewildered. She needed someone like Lincoln... She really did...
Rita needed love... She needed Someone she could always count on, someone that regardless of what or who did something bad or good, would be there for her support, someone faithful, loving, caring, funny... Very... handsome... attractive... Someone like... her son...
A heaviness in his chest was appearing and each time making it harder to breathe. She really, after all that hardship and suffering... She was so desperate for her son that she developed forbidden feelings, society, laws, and even God himself. "My God... What would my daughters think of me?!" She starts to cry, but because she wants to deny something that was already a fact. All that love, immense concern and desperation to find her son were just small points that founded a very wrong feeling. She had gotten up off the couch just thinking such a thing, but now that it was proven to be true, she slumped down onto the couch again, this time covering her eyes, and crying. "Where did I go wrong... Please... Lincoln, come home..."
Ok, this was supposed to be a one shot, byt seeing myself do such work like this, i thought it was worth making more chapter involving Rita, The sisters, and other gurls realize how much Lincoln is important to them.
See you next time, Stay safe and much love!