Loud House: Humble Beginnings (Book 1)

Lincoln's New Lifestyle

Lincoln was talking with his new alleged "friends", as they got to know each other. Lincoln would leave behind his old friends, school, family, and home, he didn't have a choice, after all.

"What are you doing in an area like this, anyway, kid?" Darius, one of the men asked Lincoln.

He had been spotted by Bradley, one of the four men who had captured him as Lincoln was on his way to the abandoned factory, and it turns out they were a gang called "The Royal Woods Grove Street Gang", and they brought him to Darius' house on the same street.

"Call me Lincoln. I ran away from home and I was going to live in that abandoned factory up the street. Why did y'all kidnap me?!" Lincoln introduced.

"We didn't want you to be harmed, amigo. Besides, we can use your help, Lincoln," one of the men said, who introduced himself as Steve.

Steve was white and had orange hair, with the three other men being black, and Bradley had short dreads, and Wendell and Darius both had short black hair.

"What do you mean you can use my help?" Lincoln asked.

"Trust us, you'll be making fat stacks of money every week!" Wendell claimed.

Lincoln had to make a choice: to stay with these random strangers and possibly never return to his old lifestyle, or attempt to escape and most likely be killed. "

"I'll join you guys, as long as y'all don't get my ass murdered. Why do you guys need a 12-year-old kid like me anyway?" Lincoln stated.

"We need some smarts and sneakiness from you. Besides, don't you dislike your old family?" Bradley asked.

Lincoln grinned and joked "What old family?"

The five men laughed as Wendell handed him an orange jacket with a "G" on it, representing Lincoln as part of the gang. 

"Wow, thanks, guys! I don't really know how to describe this feeling right now," Lincoln said.

"No worries. We got you, Lincoln," Bradley claimed.

"So...are you guys, like...bad?" Lincoln wonderingly asked his new supposed "friends".

"Does a skunk spray?" Wendell asked.

"Of course, Wardell," Lincoln answered.

"It's Wendell, bro. Anyway, we're a gang, what do you expect?" Wendell corrected.

Lincoln kept getting more and more worried, because most likely sooner or later he would either be arrested or dead.

"Wha-what enemies do you guys have?" Lincoln questioned.

"The Clark Lane Hustlers are our main enemies," Bradley claimed, "As you can probably tell, they are from Clark Lane and they are a rival gang. Their colors are blue, in case you wanted to know."

"They killed some of our older members...wish they were still here," Darius wished.

Lincoln gulped and looked nervous, and Steve noticed.

"Lincoln, what's wrong, amigo?" Steve asked.

"I just feel a little uncomfortable. Will you guys ever let me see my friends and relatives again?" Lincoln exclaimed.

"Maybe...maybe not. One thing's for sure, though...if you run out on us without our permssion, we'll find you...and kill you," Bradley threatened as he evilly smiled.

"Don't worry, I won't ditch you guys. But I'm just kinda depressed right now," Lincoln assured.

"How come?" Darius asked while closing the blinds on one of the windows.