Heaven And Hell Bond

Another Kidnapping

Royal Woods is very beautiful at nighttime. The stars were shining like little eyes from the sky, and the moon was shining like a pale soccer ball. Lincoln was laying on the roof of his house, having some time to himself and trying to avoid the usual chaos that his sisters would bring into the household. Crickets were chirping in the distance, and the sound of an owl hooting was heard from Lincoln's ears as well. In his round head, Lincoln was dreaming of being up there in the stars across the universe. Space is (for the most part) the most peaceful kind of place in existence. Not really any bills to pay, no laws, no governments, no crime, nothing like that. It sounded like heaven with no clouds.

"Hey." said a voice. It was Loona in her human disguise, going up a ladder on the roof. "Mind if i hang with you up here, Lincoln?"

"I don't mind. Be my guest." Lincoln replied, not bothering to look at the disguised hellhound. She then laid next to him on the right. "So, Loona,"

"Yeah?"

"Do you still hate Blitzo?"

Loona made a snicker before replying: "I hate him more than i fucking hate life in general. Why?"

"Moxxie told me that you threw him out a window one time."

"Yep. The little shit was just asking to come into my room without my ok. And one of the golden rules in my apartment is: No one, and i mean no. fucking. one. sets foot in my room without my permission first, not even Blitzo. But don't worry. He fell in a nearby dumpster to break his fall. His ankle's just sprained in the process

Lincoln looked a little concerned but, Blitzo is a demon and things can get fucking crazy in Hell after all. So he decided not to worry about Blitzo too much. "Do you wish you were adopted by a cooler person?"

"Heh, that's my lifelong dream before Blitzo came into my life. I always wanted a cooler parent that is so badass, someone equivalent to Ozzy Osbourne or a big, tough, badass demon to adopt me into a forever home. Or someone like Lemmy Kilmister, if you know who he was."

"He was the guy from Motörhead, right?"

"Bingo. Someone who thinks and acts like me. But instead, I got an asshole loser like Blitzo. Satan, he's such a dumbass that won't leave me the fuck alone."

Lincoln frowned. "I get it. You wish he never adopted you."

"That's right. I wish for that every damn day. But, I can't change the past unfortunately so I'm stuck with that freaky loser." She crossed her arms in a bitter manner.

"I get it. He drives you crazy."

"That's an understatement."

It was silent for a few minutes as they were both looking at the stars and the moon.

"You know," said Loona, "Stolas has a way of going up into outer space. He takes Octavia with him to space sometimes when he is free."

"Wow, he can do that? I always wanted to go into space. Though... would I need a space suit?"

"Definitely. Get yourself a good space suit."

"I think Lisa can make me one. Me and Clyde have been to a space camp for a whole week. We didn't like it so much at first, but then we learned to like it."

"Would be better if you actually went to space." Loona sang. "So do you come on here often?"

"sometimes but not all the time. It has a good view of the stars, and it makes me feel like the king of the world. Someone more popular than Chandler."

"And you said that Chandler was the coolest guy in your school?" Loona scoffed. "Bitch please. I'd hate to see the nerds and the dorks."

Lincoln laughed. "He used to be so loved but now most people are pretty much sick of him. They are starting to understand what a loser Chandler is. Just an arrogant scumbag who thinks himself better than everyone else."

"And he hasn't been bothering you recently, has he?"

"no. Not since you scared him witless that time. I think he has finally backed off and moved on. Pfft, and he called me lame?"

"Sure you're dorky but you're not lame, Lincoln. If anyone is a loser then it's that fucking gremlin. I'm not a fortune teller or a soothsayer, but I can tell that he is gonna end up in prison when he grows up in the big, bad world."

"I hope." Lincoln admitted. Silent again after almost five minutes, Lincoln asked: "see any constellations up there?"

"Nope. Zero signs."

"Hey!" Lynn Sr called from below. "Lincoln, what have me and your mother told you about laying on the roof like that?"

Lincoln sat up and said: "sorry dad. It's just so nice out here."

"Well it's not safe to be up there, sport. So come on down."

"OK, dad."

Another day had passed and Lincoln was walking with Loona down a street in Hell to get a doughnut for breakfast. Nothing like getting a doughnut for the most important meal of the day. Little did that the two know that someone was stalking them from a dumpster. This demon was moving from one dumpster to another in a stealthy fashion like a snake in grass.

"There you are, you albino shit." Striker said in his head with some kind of gun in his hands.

"So Zeezi's gonna cook up something nice in her place." Loona pointed.

"Ooh, I wonder what it is."

Suddenly, Striker fired his gun and a dad came out of it, hitting Lincoln's ass.

"Yeow!" He exclaimed as he yelped, pulling out the dart. "What the heck?" Then he felt sleepy and collapsed.

"Lincoln? Lincoln!" Loona began to panic. Suddenly, Striker appeared from the nearby bushes and tried punching Loona. The female hellhound fought with all her might, even clawing his face in the process, but Striker was quicker and more experienced and managed to knock her out cold with a piece of cinderblock.

"Rich Town here I come, motherfuckers." Striker said to himself.