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“Lincoln!” Lori called for her little brother. “Lincoln!” Lynn Sr. called for his only son. “Little Bro!” Luna called. “Elder Brother!” Lisa called. “Buddy!” Clyde called for his best friend. “Wincoln!” Lily called for her big brother. Both Lincoln’s family and friends had formed a search party to find him after his magic show ended in complete disaster. They wanted to talk and make sure he was alright, because after a catastrophe like that, he needed some support and comfort from the people dearest to him. However, searching for a sad preteen boy with white hair in a huge mall was proving more difficult than they thought. “Poor Lincoln,” Lucy said with pity in her voice. “What happened back there was dark and depressing even for me.” “One out-of-control magic trick and now everyone hates him,” Lana said sympathetically. “How was

A dark aircraft flew through the night air high above the sky. It resembled a Lockheed SR-71, but larger and more advanced. Inside there were six passengers. One of the pilots was a man with brown hair wearing a blue bodysuit with yellow gloves, boots, gear, and a visor. The other pilot was a dark-skinned, most likely African, woman with long white hair wearing a black bodysuit with a cape and a black tiara. One of the passengers was a man wearing a yellow and blue suit with no arm sleeves, blue gloves and boots, and a yellow and black mask. Another passenger was a woman with long red hair wearing a blue and yellow bodysuit. Another was a tall, handsome young man with black hair wearing a red and yellow suit, red boots, and red bracers. The last passenger was a teenage girl with brown hair wearing a black and yellow suit. “We all know the mission, correct?” the male pilot asked the other passengers. A Few Hours Earlier The six people

One night, a large group of teenagers and young adults had gotten together at the top of a hill to throw a big, loud, flashy party. But this was no ordinary party, this was the Black Sabbath, an event where hippies, perverts, and all sorts of social drop outs got together to indulge in drugs, orgies, and dance to loud beat music. Then a group of five black SUVs and a semi-truck arrived unexpectedly. Most of the people who exited the vehicles were wearing black ninja outfits with little red symbols shaped like a foot on their foreheads. Only a few people looked different from the rest. One was an African-American man in his 30s with short black hair and a mustache. He wore spectacles over his brown eyes, a blue shirt, gray pants, and a glove over his right hand. Another was a Japanese woman in her 20s with short black hair wearing a dark, sleeveless kunoichi uniform. The last one was a tall, muscular man wearing a red, sleeveless uniform with bladed plates

It was close to 7pm at night in Japan. A girl in her late teens was driving on a moped with three big pizza boxes sitting in the back. The girl’s name was Mikiko Kawamoto, Mico for short. She was in her late teens and had short black hair. She wore a jacket, a checkered hat, a scarf, and wide-legged pants with flower patterns on them. Mico was a high school student. She didn’t have many friends, and what friends she did have didn’t seem genuine. She had just recently applied for a parttime job as a pizza delivery girl to make a little money. She was currently on her way to deliver three large pizzas to a mysterious customer who apparently lived in one of the darkest parts of town. Not many people dared to visit that part of town as it had one of the highest crime rates. However, Mico was desperate for the money and was willing to take the risk. She came to a stop at the entrance of a dark and dirty alley between two buildings. Mico looked at the directions on a piece of

It was another day at the Loud House. Another noisy day. The girls were going about their day creating mischief and anarchy. Lori and Leni were fighting over clothes, Luna was playing loud music, Luan was walking around pulling pranks and making bad puns, Lynn was practicing extreme sports indoors, Lucy was sitting in dark corners writing poetry, Lana was outside playing in some mud, Lola was inside practicing for her next beauty pageant, Lisa was experimenting with unstable chemicals, and Lily was coloring on the walls. Just your average day. However, the quietest one there was Lincoln who was still feeling very down from last night. Unable to think with all the noise, Lincoln decided to head downstairs and watch something on the TV. He exited his room and made his way to the stairs walking by many of his sisters and their antics. He was only stopped by Luan. “Hey, Lincoln,” the teen comedian got her younger brother’s attention. She had

Mutation. It is not just a change in form or nature, it is the key to our evolution. It has enabled us to evolve from a single-celled organism into the dominant species on Earth. This process is slow, and normally takes thousands and thousands of years. But every few hundred millennia, evolution leaps forward. Which brings us to the Age of Mutants. Humans who are born with extraordinary abilities. But the biggest concern is not what these abilities are, it’s how they are used. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b9KSl--wP4 Lincoln Albert Loud. A 12-year-old middle schooler living at 1216 Franklin Avenue in Royal Woods, Michigan. He lived in a small two-story house with his parents, ten sisters, and more than four pets. With this many people living in one house, things were often noisy and hectic. Crashing through the crowded halls, dodging girls like ping-pong balls, just to reach the bathroom on time. As the middle child, Lincoln often found himself caught in the

It was a bright day. Half a dozen people, all in their mid-teens, were lined up on a running track. A female instructor stood off to the side ready to give them the starting signal. “On your mark!” an instructor yelled. “Get set!” The runners got into their ready stances. BANG! The instructor fired the starting pistol, and all the runners took off running down the track. All these people were student athletes from Kamigaku, a Japanese High School, who were practicing for the upcoming national track and field event. “Miko’s boobs are bouncing like crazy,” said one of the male spectators from the shaded bleachers. “You’re a real pervert, dude,” the spectator to the left of him remarked. As they watched, a young brown-haired girl with green eyes took the lead. The girl’s name was Miki Makimura who was known by many of her peers for her great athletics, good looks

1443, Turkey: A young boy, around 12 years old, of Romanian descent with black hair was tied facing a pillar shirtless with his arms over his head. A man dressed in a Turkish guard uniform was repeatedly striking the boy with a whip leaving multiple wounds on the boy’s back while yelling angry words in Turkish language. Despite the horrible pain being inflicted upon him, the boy wore a defiant glare on his face while holding back his frustrated tears. “That’s enough!” a bearded man wearing royal Turkish clothing commanded the guard and entering the room. “My sultan,” the guard acknowledged bowing his head and ceasing the beating. The boy turned to see the man who had stopped his brutal torture. “Vlad, why do you do this?” the sultan addressed the boy. “I allow you and your brother to live in my palace, feed you, cloth you, educate you so you can grow up to be a great man and ruler of your country. Wallachia

One Month Later: On a sunny afternoon, a horse-drawn carriage was riding along a road in the Romanian countryside. Its passengers included a Romanian couple and a skinny Japanese business man in his thirties with dark hair and wearing glasses. “Hi,” the Japanese man politely greeted the couple. “I am Yuuto Sabanto. I’m a real estate agent from Japan.” “Welcome,” the Romanian woman welcomed the foreigner. “What brings you to our country?” “Well, I’m meeting with a client to discuss purchasing real estate in my country,” Sabanto explained. However, his conversation was cut off by a sudden bump in the road that shook the carriage. “Oh driver, could you slow down a bit?” “No!” the Romanian man disagreed. He had a deadly serious expression on his face. “The sun is setting. We must get to the village before nightfall.” The carriage eventually arrived in a little town. The townsfolk greeted the passengers as they disembarked. The coachman started handing luggage to the passengers.

21st Century, Transylvania: A black SUV escorted by two military transport trucks drove down a road into a small Romanian town. Some of the people in the town were going about their day, buying things from shops, eating lunch, and some were putting festive decorations on many buildings and lamp posts. Two squads of soldiers exited the military trucks while three men wearing suits and sunglasses exited the SUV. The man in the middle looked to be Caucasian with brown hair while the other two looked Japanese with black hair and English with blonde hair. A few of the locals waved and greeted the newcomers while others stared at them suspiciously. The three professionally dressed men walked through the town streets escorted by the soldiers. Townsfolk either greeted them politely or backed away nervously as they passed by. Eventually, the group of foreigners came to the town hall in the town square where a portly mustached man was waiting. “Welcome to our country, my friends,” the man