A Psychopath and child(LC story)

Chapter 1- the beginning

It was evening. Past two actually. Though everyone would consider themselves to be great or bad. It was London, 2010. Few years after toad took place but thankfully he's already gone for. His other henchmen were gone, being thrown in the water. In a house apartment in the side of where Big Ben was in Sewer, lays love curse as he lay there sleeping on the coach slowly. He was snoring, it was past night already.

Valessi opened the door. She was wearing pink high heels with the sturdy floor.  Valessi walked in, taking off her jacket, showing off her white Oxford shirt.  "Lc? You in there?"she said, as she saw him sleeping on the couch snorting. He still had a beer can in his hand with him wearing Oxford shirt. She chuckled, grabbing the bag of food to the counter top in place.

Lc woken up, tired as he checked his watch slowly. "What time is it?"he yawned as Valessi stared at him with. Smile. It was past midnight since she's gone home back to him. Not saying they are divorced but they are still married for each other.

"It's past midnight hon, you been sleeping and(she stared at the beer bottle)"No beer! I told you to not drink up beer or buy some!"she shouted a little quietly. He stared at her.

"Why!? You always have some and me too. Remember the times I blow up those "murders with a bomb"? He smiled, getting up, making coffee. His apartment was small yeah but it was cleaner with valessi in it.

Val rolled her eyes, "I remember you getting a huge! Fraud for that, right?"she smiled, lc stared at her with a puzzled stare. He knew Val likes to mess with him a lot. But it's not the same around. Lc laughed hard, his hands were wet.

"Oh yeah? It was only three papers!"lc said, Val crossed her arms tightly. She smirked at him. "Don't give me a smirk unless I can give you.. cha cha crown!"he shouted as Val perked up in a hurry.

"From cha cha? You serious? He's pretty much.. you know aggressive."she thought for a moment, leaking back up with a smile. She grabbed loves curses shirt to her he stared, "alright, go get me some more food will ya?"she smiled.

In the morning, some rats are already getting fish, chips and other things. Lc walked down, wearing sunglasses. He cutter off his tail to drag DNA from him from officers to know he was a psychopath. Everyone stared at him, they were all in dead silence. Lc walked more as he saw huge bin of apples. He began to take a few as without Heston, he saw a little girl peaking up from the bin as LC got jumped in a hurry.

Her name was Cynthia. She has brown hair with blue eyes. She smiled as she gasped, seeing LC getting jumpscared in a hurry. Knocking off his sunglasses as they landed on the ground. LC looked up in a hurry, staring at Cynthia with a frowned mc she smiled. "Omg! I didn't mean to scare you like that lad!"she asked, LC sighed with anger. "I love! Teasing people or rats to death!"

"Stop it child!"lc shouted, as he and Cynthia stared at two officers one girl and one male rat, as the female rat pulled her glasses down, staring as Lc pulled a thumbs up, trying to repent it's not him. He sighed, looking back at Cynthia. "Look, Cynthia, you're messing with a psychopath, how about you mess with someone else?"he asked, shrugging.

Cynthia gotten out of the bin, dropping some apples on the ground while other rats passed by. "I know you. You're the one who bombed up those bad rats right?"she asked, smiling as LC stood there in silence, trying to calm her down as she shutter up with a smile.

"Please shut up. Why are you talking to me in first place?"he whispered, Cynthia placed one hand on her chin thinking. Her eyes looked up at his. She shrugged without smiling.

"Not sure?"she shrugged, all of that to what she said. Lc slammed himself in the face as he grabbed his bag full of apples, began to walked away without no other talking.

Before he walked away, with his sunglasses now pulled off and everyone can see and know him. Cynthia sighed with grief, she wasn't smiling anymore. But rather just a frown look to her. "All I wanted was someone to help with my parents."she asked sighing as lc perked up in a hurry.

He stood there in silence, no words to come from his mouth . His eyes stared at the tunnels ahead, he looked his eyes down at himself within. He stared his head around to face Cynthia who stood there with a sad expression.

Lc stared, sighing as he looked around, benting down to her. "Listen kid, I don't help children but give them some money. Maybe you can find someone else to do that for you?"

Cynthia stared, looking at him with teary eyes as lc stared, exhausted.  "Fine fine!"he got up, holding his bad still as Cynthia began to smile with joy.  "But we have to do this for 90 hours, I stole this crown from cha cha, I can let him see that."

Cynthia smiled "you got it! I'm always on the spot sir!"she asked as she followed lc down the pathway to his boat. Up in the tower above the metal door with wires connecting to it was cha cha, he was smoking in a cigar as he sat down in a red seat with every expensive stuff in it.

A little alligator named cricket was standing by his chair while holding a metal grey plate. He sighed as cha cha was smoking more, he was eager to know about the rat society, and how they are smart and taking over the sewer.

Cha cha chuckled, turning his eyes over to cricket as he has bruises on him, wearing a dirty Oxford shirt with red tie hanging down. He wore beaten up blue jeans. "Cricket, mind if you get me another Wine?"he smiled, angrily.

Cricket nodded in a hurry, not speaking as he dashed off to the kitchen. Cha cha got up, his purple king outfit shine, with black checkers and a nice lovely crown on the head. He has a skin rip off by his right eye, still bleeding with blood as his red eyes eager people to be scared and praised him. Cha cha tighten his hands on brown bar by the window, seeing the clock tower and the city. There was huge metal doors that keep huge water from coming down.

He stared, "oh rat city, one day I'll take back what I need. That Stupid queens Crown LC!"he shouted, pounded on the window glass hard. Cracking the glass hard, his red eyes glow in the reflection, staring.