Lincoln barely stopped laughing because he still had some laughter that wanted to come out. "Ayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I'm about to piss myself. Phew. It's over, it's over. It's over. Don't worry, Clyde. I believe you."
"Really? It wasn't like that when you made yourself laugh like Luan."
"Yes, but I laughed for some reason."
"And what is it?"
"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK"
Clyde was unaware of the boy in front of him. Not interested. "What do you mean you don't care? Lincoln, they say you're a criminal. You went blind to save your sister. You should get a medal for that. Don't be a victim of rumors and slander."
"Clyde. I saved my sister because that's what older brothers do. They protect their younger sisters. I don't need medals or fame to know I did the right thing. Also in the words of an Indian sage. 'Truth is a burning ember in a dark cave. Early evening it is revived, and the light of its fire will illuminate the darkness of ignorance."
"Let them say what they want. I know they are wrong, and they will find out at some point."
His friend's wise words brought tears to the African American boy's eyes.
"Clyde? Are you crying?"
"Brother, you have become very wise."
"Say thank you to the people who were there to help me grow. May they rest in peace." Lincoln felt very sad as he remembered his teachers, but that passed when he felt a hand on his back and an old, familiar voice speak in his ear.
"Little wolf. You'll never be alone"
Lincoln quickly turned around at the sound of that voice. "Clyde, did you hear that?"
"What did you hear?"
"Nothing... I guess there were too many surprises in one day. My mind must be exhausted."
"Do you want to rest in the infirmary?"
"No. I'll be fine."
"If you say so."
Meanwhile, in one part of the school, a red-haired girl with curls was standing on the terrace that was surrounded by a fence to prevent accidents. Cristina was looking at the landscape from above when she heard the door open.
"Hey bitch," Chandler leans over Cristina and hugs her from behind. "Did you miss me?"
Christina quickly broke away from the hug. "What do you think you're doing, you idiot?"
"Wow, calm down. I'm just saying hi to my beautiful girlfriend."
"Girlfriend? What makes you believe that you and I are a thing?"
"Mmm, I don't know. Maybe this?" Chandler shows Cristina his cell phone, showing a video of them having sex.
Cristina looked stunned. "This... were you recording us?"
"It's good material for when I'm feeling lonely at night. Now, unless you want me to drop this bomb on the internet, you'll be my girl."
"You are a bastard." Cristina felt helpless in the face of the redhead's threat.
"I know, bitch." Chandler puts an arm around Cristina's waist and steals a kiss on her lips. "Oh. And about Larry, I will do that today. But right now, I just want to hang out with my girl for a while."
Cristina was already regretting hiring Chandler's "services." She knew that something bad could come from making a deal with this demon. But this was not expected, and now it is too late.
-At the end of classes-
Lincoln, Clyde, and Andy left school and each went home. Except for Lincoln, who was going to look for his grandfather, the boy was waiting at the entrance to the school, and no one was close to him because everyone had left, including the teachers. Lincoln began to wonder why his grandfather took so long when he heard the sound of someone approaching. He quickly got up, but two men grabbed him by the arms and dragged him. Lincoln responded by kicking one of them in the leg and the other in the ribs. The two took a knife and tried to stab Lincoln, but the boy took one of them by the arm and performed a judo technique, leaving him alone. Alone... on the ground while the other received a kick in the chin that lifted him into the air, landing on a trash can.
"Who are you?" Lincoln asked. "Do you work for a company? Are you Dracovium fighters too?"
The boys did not understand what the albino was referring to. Someone took a walkie-talkie from his jacket and called someone.
"Boss, this man is stronger than we think."
He heard Chandler's voice on the other side of the communicator. "Okay. Use plan B."
"I got it, boss. Plan B!"
Suddenly, they fired a lot of syringes, but Lincoln evaded them without problems. One of the boys dropped their radios, which, when their speakers were turned on, created feedback that caused a high-pitched sound.
"Ahhhhh" The noise was picked up by Lincoln's sensitive ears, affecting his echolocation and making it difficult to avoid the injections, as one was embedded in his leg and the other in his back.
One of the boys picks up the communicator as he watches Lincoln cover his ears with his hands. A sadistic smile was drawn on both of their faces when they realized what was happening. "Oh, so you don't like noise?" The boy moved closer and closer to the radio's speakers, causing a startling sound.
Lincoln was lying on the ground, writhing in pain from the sound, when one of the boys kicked him in the stomach and then the other in the face, then took Lincoln by his legs and dragged him into the schoolyard.
The contents of the syringe buried in Lincoln's leg and back began to do their work. At first, his leg weakened. Then he felt a tingling creep up his spine, and eventually his entire body stopped responding to him.