Savior

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(Credit to KenB3nz123 for suggesting the name of this chapter)

As Lincoln approached the basketball court where another kid was, who was by himself and appeared to be around the same age as Lincoln, the kid glared at Lincoln and gave him a worried look, due to Lincoln looking like a sewer rat, due to his wicked hair, ripped clothes, and his scent. Despite this the kid didn't say anything and just went back to practicing

Lincoln just started with some jogs and stretches, and his ankle felt great. Right away, Lincoln realized how much he missed basketball. No, how much he NEEDED it.

Basketball was the one thing that filled his depression void, caused by his family. It was his one escape he had from the abuse back home.

The very first shot he attempted, which was a deep 3-pointer, he swished it, believe it or not. The other kid's eyes rose in surprise, but didn't say anything.

The kid looked like he had better strength and skills than Lincoln. He was a light-skinned kid, with muscles and he had to be almost 6 feet tall.

Once Lincoln continued to bank some more shots, layups, and handles, the kid stood there in awe until he finally said to Lincoln, "Dang."

Lincoln directed his eyes towards the kid, indicating he was listening, so the kid continued talking.

"You're really good, you must be a point guard," the kid began, "I'm a center since I'm tall."

Lincoln acknowledged his compliment and responded with saying, "Thanks, you're good, too. Say, what's your name?"

"Miles Blake, you?" Miles asked.

"Lincoln...Lincoln Loud. Nice to meet you, Miles," Lincoln said as he extended his hand to shake hands, but Miles was apprehensive due to Lincoln's disgusting condition.

"Uh, what the heck happened to you?" Miles questioned.

"Oh, uhm...my abusive family in Michigan kicked me out for no reason a few weeks back, and they sent me here. I've barely survived, but they wouldn't care at all," Lincoln explained.

Miles felt sympathy and apologized to him, and then offered Lincoln something that was life-changing: he asked if Lincoln wanted to move in with him.

"Wait, really?!" Lincoln cried of joy, and Miles happily nodded.

"Yep, you could be the brother I never had. Plus, we could dominate the local community basketball league," Miles claimed.

The two friends played a little pickup game, in which Miles actually won 11-8. This was one of the first times Lincoln even lost a game.

"Well, if it isn't Abraham Lincoln," a voice announced from behind the two friends. It was Lamar.

He, along with his two goons, who were Julian and Denny, were responsible for a murder that happened earlier that same day.

"Lincoln, who are these guys?" Miles whispered to Lincoln.

"Some street punks, but they're dangerous, so don't do anything with them," Lincoln told Miles.

"We hope you haven't told anybody our little secret," Lamar chuckled as he approached the boys.

"I won't, but why can't you just leave me alone? And how in the world do you know my name?!" Lincoln asked.

"That ain't gonna happen, kid. We know you're gonna blabble eventually. We also found out your name from a missing report filed from your family, Sherlock," Denny chimed in.

Lincoln's jaw dropped. Maybe his family was trying to find him, but why would it take 4 long weeks to do this?

"I'm not, now buzz off," Lincoln snapped, losing his patience.

"You got real nerve talking to us like that, kid," Julian commented.

"Quit calling me 'kid', Chubbs," Lincoln shouted, making fun of Julian's weight; he was overweight.

"We've tried being nice to you, Lincoln. Now, prepare for us to not be so nice next time...watch out," Lamar ended as his gang left the court. They sped off in the same minivan they had earlier.

"What the heck, who are those dudes?" Miles asked, frantic.

"Murderers," Lincoln recalled. He gave Miles the whole rundown of the incident that occurred earlier, and then Miles escorted himself and Lincoln to his house.

"Hopefully my family will be more caring than your last one," Miles said to Lincoln in a hopeful tone.

Unbeknown to Lincoln and his new friend, Lamar's gang was still watching them from a distance.

If Lincoln didn't snitch, they wouldn't kill him. But if Lincoln did give them away, the two boys would be heading to the morgue.

Soon, somebody gave them away...but it wasn't Lincoln or Miles.

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