The death of Lucky Loud (Greentext) [WIP]

>Lucky Loud considered himself a prodigy
>He had good grades, was popular and was the crush of nearly every female in his grade year
>Even his sisters loved him, always going to him for help or just to hang out with
>Yes, Lucky Loud was just that, lucky
>Ever since his birth, he was always the center of attention
>It's a little known fact that he had a fraternal twin
>A one, Lincoln Loud
>Lincoln was the quiet type, this is due in part to Lucky hogging the spotlight
>His grades were average, he didn't have many friends at all, and his girlfriend Ronnie Ann was a bit different than other girls. This never bothered him though
>At home, Lincoln was often forgotten, his parents rarely called specifically for him
>They often asked about him through Lucky; "How's your brother been doing in school?", "Hey Lucky, you mind getting your brother for dinner? Thanks", etc.
>Lincoln often felt like an outcast within his own home
>This had been going on for years, ever since he and Lucky could talk, Lucky was the favorite son
>A boiling pain had been stirring within Lincoln for a very long time
>Not even his sisters gave him the time of day
>He often confided in Ronnie Ann for comfort but wounds caused from family bonds being severed aren't easily healed
>Especially when said wounds are reopened daily
>...
>>10112801 (You)
>Lucky had just got home from the arcade with friends, Lincoln having already returned hours ago
>Lucky entered their shared room
>"Hey bro, how was your day?" Lucky asked
>Lincoln sighed, "The same as always, Lucky"
>Lincoln had recently began feeling agitation any time he conversed with Lucky
>It was a constant reminder of how inferior he was to his twin
>"Oh c'mon Linky! Cheer up man, you can't live life with a frown on your face" Lucky replied, chuckling
>'I can't live life with a physical embodiment of proof, constantly reminding me of how useless I am, living under the same roof as me' Lincoln thought bitterly
>Regret filled Lincoln's heart for having such morbid thoughts. He loved his brother, he really did. But the pain stirring inside of him was beginning to be too much
>"Sure, Lucky. I'll try" Lincoln eventually replied, sounding defeated
>"That's the spirit, my man!" Lucky encouraged. "By the way, you mind inviting Ronnie Ann over this weekend? I've learned some killer strats in Zombie Outbreak 3 she might be interested in" Lucky suddenly asked
>"Uh, sure..?" Lincoln replied, a bit confused
>"I didn't know you and Ronnie Ann were friends" He stated, a slight tinge of worry filling his gut
>"Oh yeah man, ever since you brought her over to hang out that one time, her and I have been real close dude" Lucky responded, not noticing the shocked expression coating Lincoln's face
>"O-oh... Y-yeah, I'll invite her, Lucky" Lincoln agreed in a small voice
>"Cool" Lucky finished
>And with that, Lucky left the room. Leaving Lincoln to the hundreds of thoughts running through his head
>'Why..?'
>...
>>10113385 (You)
>As promised, Lincoln had asked Ronnie Ann to come over on behalf of Lucky
>"Sure!" She agreed happily. "Maybe now I'll be able to kick his ass at his own game" she then stated, grinning evilly.
>The pit of Lincoln's stomach felt heavy; so many questions were flooding his mind
>'How often do you guys talk?', 'Why haven't you mentioned that you and he were friends?', 'I thought we promised not to keep secrets from each other? How could you?!', etc
>He didn't dare voice these inquires though, primarily because he didn't want to invoke her rage
>But also because he didn't want to know at all
>The steadily stirring pain began to churn faster
>Lincoln had lost all motivation to do anything for the rest of the day
>...
>>10113629 (You)
>The weekend had arrived
>Mom and dad, along with their ten other siblings, had gone to the beach, leaving Lucky and Lincoln at home
>It was around 1PM when Ronnie Ann finally showed
>Lucky was already downstairs when the bell rang
>Lincoln rushed from their shared room, just barely catching the tail end of their conversation
>".. yeah, I'm ready" Ronnie giggled
>Events kept leading Lincoln's thought processes to worst case scenarios
>Dread filled him as he listened in, hiding on the staircase just out of eyeshot
>"Where's Lincoln?" Asked Ronnie
>"Hmm? Not sure, he was in our room last time I saw him. Not sure now. Who cares anyway?" Lucky replied, grinning at Ronnie
>She giggled, again
>Lincoln's jaw slightly fell open in shock
>'Is she being serious right now..?' he questioned within his mind
>A ruffling of cloth could be heard
>Both Ronnie's and Lucky's voices suddenly became hushed. Lincoln could barely decipher what they were saying
>"..ucky stop, he ..come down.. ..oment" Ronnie Ann whispered
>Heavy breathing could then be heard, coupled with the near silent sounds of something wet making contact with skin
>Lincoln couldn't listen anymore
>His heart felt so very heavy
>He didn't even realize that tears began to fall down his flushed cheeks
>'Ronnie, I trusted you.. how could you..?', 'I thought you and I meant something to each other..', '..I shared with you how he makes me feel and you go behind my back and cheat on me with him???', were some of the many thoughts that plagued Lincoln's mind at that moment
>He silently ascended the stairs, trying his damnedest to ignore the fact that the heavy breathing had turned into soft moans, all uttering one name:
>"Lucky..."
>...
>>10114064 (You)
>Tears fell onto Lincoln's bedsheets
>He was using his pillow to drown out noises that were being made downstairs
>Noises that would rip him apart
>His body shook almost violently from the sobs he was producing
>At this point, Lucky had taken nearly everything from him
>His parents, his sisters
>The friends he'd never have
>And now his girlfriend
>And at this point, Lincoln finally realized
>This was all intentional
>His own brother caused him to silently fall into a downward spiral of depression
>Years upon years of pain, all intentional
>Making sure their parents never paid attention to him? Intentional
>Out preforming him in nearly everything he did? Intentional
>Taking away the last thing that kept him sane throughout this torment? The one thing Lincoln had cherished the most? The one thing who made him smile when things weren't going exactly right? The one thing he could honestly say he loved more than his family?
>Intentional
>The depression began to wilt, being replaced with something foreign
>A feeling Lincoln was unfamiliar with but was immediately addicted to
>A feeling so strong, he began to chuckle
>It hit him harder than a two ton truck but as soon as he felt it, there was no doubt in Lincoln's mind, he knew exactly what it was
>Pure, unadulterated, rage..
>...
>>10114399 (You)
>Lincoln rose from his pathetic position on his bed
>Leaving his room, he made his way into Lana and Lola's room, grabbing some spare rope Lana kept in the house
>He then went into Lucy and Lynn's room, grabbing Lynn's favorite baseball bat
>'Sorry Lynn, but you're probably going to need a new bat after this', Lincoln thought out loud
>Lincoln's thoughts were in a frenzy, he was giggling uncontrollably
>Ronnie had gotten louder, and the sounds of Lucky grunting soon joined her gasps and moans
>This only fueled the blazing inferno within Lincoln's stomach
>He made his way downstairs, trying to control his giggling, but honestly didn't not give a fuck
>Upon reaching the bottom step, Lincoln saw, in reality, exactly what his mind had painted vividly not 20 minutes ago
>Clothes were spread haphazardly across the living room floor
>There, on the couch, Ronnie's caramel colored legs were wrapped around Lucky's waist
>His head buried into the crook of her neck as he pounded her senseless
>Sweat covered both of their bodies
>Lincoln had stopped giggling
>"Fuck.. Lucky.. r-right there! Shit!" Ronnie had gasped out
>Lincoln's eye twitched, his grip on the metallic bat turning his knuckles pure white
>"Y-you like that huh? I'm guessing little Linky didn't give it to you like this" Lucky had replied, in between thrusts
>Lincoln raised the bat above his head, allowing all of his frustrations, the pent up years of pain and the hatred of this very moment, to gather
>"F-Fuck Lucky.. I'm-" panted Ronnie, but was interrupted
>A primal roar filled the room
>Lincoln brought the bat down with enough force to create a hole in a wall
>The bat connected directly with Lucky's head, the impact creating a visible dent before an explosion of blood pooled from the inflicted area
>His head was so close to Ronnie Ann's that the force of the impact caused her face to slam into the back cushion of the couch
>Lincoln lifted the bat once more, bringing it down again
>and again
>And again
>...
>>10114781 (You)
>Ronnie could only look on in pure terror as Lucky's blood splattered across her face
>Onto the couch
>Onto the floor
>The sound of Lucky's skull cracking and crumbling with each audible strike Lincoln laid upon his own brother, Traumatized her
>Lincoln eventually stopped
>Ronnie dared not peer to her left, she was paralyzed mentally from the amount of violence Lincoln just displayed
>She stared at him
>His expression was blank, his eyes soulless
>"L-Lincoln...?" She whispered
>He didn't respond
>The bat was raised once more
>Ronnie Ann's eyes went wide before an extremely sharp abrupt pain caused her to black out
>...
>Hours passed before she came to
>Her eyes were shut, there was an immense pain coming from her nose and she could taste the rusty flavor of blood coat the inside of her mouth
>An audible dripping could be heard directly to her left
>The sound of water hitting a soft surface
>She pried open her eyes, her vision blurred
>She felt heavy, like something was weighing her down
>She tried to move whatever was on top of her, off
>It was heavy but eventually, it fell to the side, making a terrible splat as whatever it was made contact with the floor
>Her senses were slowly coming back to her
>She felt cold, and the smell of something rotting assaulted her broken nose
>The dripping was now making contact with the couch
>She leaned over the couch, puking onto the floor, or whatever was just on top of her, she didn't really know
>Her visioned had cleared
>On the floor, was the naked body of Lucky Loud
>His skin was paler than normal
>Glancing towards his head
>She puked again
>They were dry heaves, her having previously emptied her stomach a few seconds ago
>Blood and chunks of his skull and brain matter were everywhere
>She turned to lay back down on the couch, facing the the ceiling, only to come face to face with an even paler Lincoln Loud
>He was suspended in mid air
>His body being held up by a noose
>A note was taped to his chest
>Only one word was poorly written on the bloodied paper, scribbled in a rush
>"Why...?"
>Ronnie Ann began sobbing uncontrollably
>"I-I'm so sorry Lincoln..." She cried out
>Her apology fell on deaf ears
>Both Lincoln Loud and his twin brother, Lucky Loud, were dead
>...
>Things had been silent at the Loud home for weeks now
>Lori and Leni were the first ones to walk through the front door that fateful afternoon
>Seeing both of their brothers' lifeless bodies haunted them ever since
>Lucy had stopped mingling with the after life, the event scarring her
>Luan stopped having the ability to make puns on the fly
>Luna often turned the poems Lucy had been continuously writing about her deceased siblings, into songs she played on acoustic whenever she thought of them
>Lynn lost motivation to practice any sport she loved
>Lana and Lola had been sleeping together in the same bed for comfort
>Lisa kept beating herself up for not noticing the numerous signs Lincoln had displayed
>In fact, every member of the Loud family regretted not paying attention to Lincoln
>Next to their parents, having just lost two kids they created and raised, Luna took it the hardest
>She was supposed to be Lincoln's guardian
>The person he could go to for anything
>Unbeknownst to her parents, Luna had started drinking
>Sam supplied her with alcohol, she had gotten addicted
>It may only be temporary, but it helped
>Lori had confronted Luna about her habits
>This had broken out into a fist fight, leaving Lori with a missing tooth and Luna with a black eye
>Leni had been the one to end the fight
>She had become more responsible, more alert about what goes on
>She was the only keeping everyone sane at the moment
>...
>Ronnie Ann had been suffering from insomnia
>Every time she attempted to close her eyes, the events of that day played back in her mind
>The pure hatred within Lincoln's eyes as he bashed Lucky's head in
>The blood, bones and brain matter everywhere
>Lucky's lifeless naked body on the floor
>and Lincoln's lifeless eyes as they stared at her
>The note with the single word
>"Why...?"
>Why? Why did she fall for Lucky's advances? Why did she do it while knowing how Lucky made his twin, her boyfriend, feel?
>Why did she cheat on him within his own home?
>Why did she add more fuel to the fire that eventually burned itself out?
>Why did she kill the boy she loved?
>Why...?
>She continued to blame herself for his death
>She had grown quiet
>Her grades fell
>She stopped helping at home
>She stopped caring about anything
>To this date, she had four attempts at suicide under her belt
>The first being slitting her wrists in the bathtub
>The next being an overdose of sleeping pills
>The third being the same as the last
>The final being forced asphyxiation
>All thwarted by her older brother
>By the third attempt, their mother decided it was time she got help
>...