User blog:AustinDR/Anger

(Morning at the Loud House was hectic as per usual. Rays of sunshine crept into Lincoln's room, waking him up from his deep slumber. Slowly but surely, Lincoln stretched his limbs, and slid out of bed.)

Lincoln: Ah, another beautiful day.

(Lincoln whistled as he strolled down the stairs. As he was entering the kitchen, he saw that Lynn was quietly drinking her cup of coffee. While not necessarily odd, she mumbled something to herself.)

Lincoln: Morning, Lynn!

(Lynn growled, rubbing her temples simultaneously.)

Lynn: God, why do you have to be so loud today?

Lincoln: (confused) But I didn't even raise my voice.

Lynn: You better get out before I pummel you!

(She balls her fist at Lincoln in a threatening manner.)

Lincoln: (frightened) OK.....

(He backed away slowly. Before he turned the corner, he caught a glimpse of Lynn leaning over in pain. He could also hear her lightly swearing about her aching back.)

Lincoln: That was odd. I wonder what had gotten into Lynn.

(While he was walking away from the kitchen, he hears something shaking wildly. Curious, he follows the sound to the laundry room. Sure enough, it was the washing machine. Lincoln walks over to the machine, and turns it off. He cautiously opens the lid, and sees that bed sheets were in it. Lifting them up, Lincoln carefully analyzed them. These weren't just any bed sheets; they were Lynn's. It would seem that she had hastily thrown them into the washing machine for whatever reason.)

Lincoln: What are you hiding, Lynn?

(While he was still inspecting them, he hears someone approach the laundry room. He yelps, and quickly finds a place to hide. He suddenly hears somewhat emit a short gasp, and a stream of swearing. Lincoln could recognize that frantic voice from anywhere. It was Lynn. In a panic, she was stuffing her bed sheets back into the washing machine. She turns it back on before sighing. She then walks out of the room.)

Lincoln: That was a close one......

(Lincoln dashes out of the room. He collides with someone in the hall.)

???: (monotonously) Ow..

Lincoln: Oh, sorry, Lucy.

Lucy: That's fine. What were you running for anyway?

Lincoln: Well, I noticed that Lynn was acting weird earlier, so I did some investigating.

Lucy: Now that you mention it, Lynn seems....angrier than usual.

Lincoln: She did something to you?

Lucy: Sigh....I read some poems to her, and to say that she became enraged was an understatement.

Lincoln: Were they about her?

Lucy: No. Just about the usual. Blood, gut, the sweet release of death...

Lincoln: And she got mad?

Lucy: And tore the pages out of my book.

Lincoln: Oh man.....

Lucy: I'm scared of her.

(They both hug.)

Lincoln: There, there, Luce. I'm sure everything will be fine.

(Sometime later, Lola and Lana were both watching television, and Lynn enters into the room. She sits in between them.)

Lynn: Mind giving me the remote, Lola?

Lola: Can't. Our favorite show is on.

Lynn: I'm sure that it's taped.

Lana: But it's a new episode!

(Lynn grabs Lana by the overalls, and pulls her up to her face.)

Lynn: I don't #@%&ing care if it's your favorite show. What I do know is that you will listen to me, or so help me, I will pound your face in so bad, that mom and dad won't even recognize you!

(She throws Lana to the ground, thus making the 6 year old cry bitterly. Lola was visibly frightened.)

Lynn: Now be a good girl, and give me the remote.

(She obeys her. Lynn quietly watches the television, while Lola and Lana sprint out of the room.)

Lincoln: Woah, guys, what's up?

Lola: Lynn tossed Lana to the ground!!

Lincoln: What?!!

Lana: I hate Lynn!!

(She cries again.)

Lincoln: That's it. I'm going to put a stop to this. Lana, I know that you go through our garbage. Did you find anything particularly strange about Lynn and Lucy's trash?

(Lana thinks hardly.)

Lana: Yes, I have.

(She runs to her room, and comes back with some bloody, white substances.)

Lana: I found these in her trash.

Lincoln: What are those?

Lana: I thought that they were peppermint sticks, but then I saw those red strips were blood.

Lola: I'm gonna be sick.....

Lincoln: These must be what's causing Lynn displeasure.

(He grabs them, and he runs into the living room.)

Lynn: What do you want?

(Lincoln turns the television, further angering Lynn.)

Lynn: Why'd you do that for?! I oughta....

Lincoln: Lynn, you're my sister, and I love you, but you're going too far!

Lynn: I don't need this.....

(She stops when she sees what Lincoln has in his hands.)

Lynn: (gasp) Where did you get those?!!

Lincoln: Are these what's making you feel pain?

(Lynn snapped her knuckles.)

Lincoln: Please, Lynn, just tell me what's.....

(He groans in pain. Looking down, he saw that Lynn had kicked him squarely between the legs.)

Lincoln: Stupid nosy brother!!

(Tears streaked down Lincoln's face.)

Lynn: If you ever get into my business again, I'll break your neck.

(She then walks out of the room, leaving the despondent white-haired boy alone.)

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