Lynn was playing soccer. She looked around, confused about her surroundings, but she started playing anyways. She glanced at the scoreboard. 1-1 with the time at 91 minutes. She was up field, in perfect goal scoring position. "Pass!" Lynn called out. She received the ball and went for the goal. She dodged a defender and gave an extra burst of speed towards the goal.

The keeper, on the other hand, did hit her. She had gone for the ball directly, and Lynn couldn't slow down fast enough. Lynn's legs came out from under her, and she flew into the goal post, hitting her head and her back, knocking her out.

When she woke up, she was in a hospital bed. She looked around wildly. She tried to look for a nurse or a doctor, but there didn't appear to be any in the room or the hallway outside. She tried to swing her legs over so she could go look for one.

But her legs didn't move. Lynn began to panick. 'Maybe they are just under local anesthesia! Yeah! That's a thing Lisa told me about!' Lynn thought. She sat on her bed, waiting for a nurse or a doctor.

A nurse eventually came in. "You're awake?" the nurse said, surprised. Lynn nodded.

"So I noticed that my legs are under anesthesia. When does that wear off?" Lynn asked brightly. The nurse raised her eyebrows.

"Hold on," the nurse responded. "You might want a doctor to explain this." The nurse left for a few moments, and then a doctor wearing scrubs came through the door.

"Ms. Loud," the doctor began. "I'm not sure how to tell you this-"

"It's ok, I don't understand anesthesia either. Just take your time, Doc," Lynn said. The doctor sighed.

"That's the thing. Your legs aren't under anesthesia. You collided with the post in such a way that you broke your spine near the bottom. I'm sorry."

Lynn could feel her heart dropping into her stomach and her eyes tearing up. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but in her heart, she knew the doctor's next sentence was true.

"You'll never walk or play sports again." With that sentence, Lynn started to cry. Then something strange happened. Luna burst in and yelled "It's not real bro!"

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Lincoln was in a forest. He wasn't sure which forest, but the trees grew very close together. His shoes crunched the pine needles as he walked forward. He kept walking until he reached a road. 'Wait. I know this road. This is the road that leads to my house'. He hurried up, walking towards where he knew his house would be.

It felt like no time at all before he arrived at his house. There it was, the old white painted house that Lincoln knew was his home. He came up and walked through the door. Immediately, a familiar blonde was up in his face. Lola then sprayed pepper spray into his face.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Lola screeched as she continued to lay on the spray right into his eyes. Lincoln put his hands in front of his face.

"No Lola! It's me, your brother, Lincoln!" Lincoln yelled. Lola stopped. Lincoln uncovered his face to see her staring at him suspiciously.

"We don't have anybody here named Lincoln. And how do you know my name?" Lola asked. Lincoln stared in bewilderment. Surely she was joking.

"What are you talking about Lola? I'm your brother! I know everything about this place. There's eleven siblings-"

"Ten actually," Lola corrected.

"Ten?"

"Yes, stranger. Ten: Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lucy, Lana, myself, Lisa, and Lily. There is no Lincoln that resides here," Lola explained, seemingly growing weary from having to explain herself.

"Fine, I can even show you my room if you really think I'm not supposed to be here." With that, Lincoln pushed her out of the way and walked up the stairs, Lola protesting behind him. He charged towards his bedroom door and quickly opened it.

His room wasn't there. In its place was a typical closet featuring such items as mops, bleach, brooms and dustpans. "No, no, no. This isn't right," Lincoln muttered to himself as he began to panic.

"That's him!" Lola screeched and Lincoln was suddenly picked up by the back of his shirt. He was spun around to face an angry Lori.

"I don't know who you are, but you are leaving. Now!" Lori growled as she marched downstairs, still carrying Lincoln. She threw him out of the house, and he landed on his stomach, scraping his entire front side.

"No Lori!" he called out weakly as he curled into the fetal position. His family didn't remember him. He felt like dying. This was his worst fear.

"Bro! Get up! This is all a trick!" Luna's voice sounded from the road.

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Jordi was lying in a closet. He sat up, still sleepy. 'I guess I must have skipped class again,' Jordi thought as he dusted himself off. He exited the closet and stepped into the hallway. He looked around, confused. 'This isn't my school. Whatever.' He then shrugged and walked down the hall towards a staircase. He suddenly heard a voice call out "Young man, where are you supposed to be?" Jordi turned to see an old man standing in one of the doorways.

"Uh, I have this period off," Jordi explained. The teacher raised his eyebrows.

"Well, go on to the Library then. Don't be wandering the halls," the teacher growled. He continued on, going up the stairs and through the halls in no specific direction. He passed a boy with a Carolina Panthers jersey. He stopped the boy.

"Hey, why are you wearing that thing? They aren't even near this Superbowl," Jordi asked. The boy looked at him like he was crazy.

"Yeah they are. And this is Alabama. Who would support the Broncos?" the boy shook his head and laughed. Jordi frowned and paused.

"Is this Jefferson Davis High School?" Jordi inquired, fearing the answer.

"Yeah, but don't you know that?" the boy replied, turning away and continuing his walk down the hall.

"Shit, shit, shit," Jordi uttered frantically as he looked at his watch. It was 11:30. Too late for him to stop what was going down in the library. He ran towards where he knew the library was. He burst through the doors and looked around. The librarian looked at him in annoyance.

"Young man, this is a place of study. You are to be quiet-" She was cut off by a gun going off in the hall. Jordi spun around on his heel before feeling the searing pain of birdshot pellets going into him. The shooter walked past and crouched next to him.

"You can't stop me this time, Jordi. This school is going to pay." With that, the shooter shot him again, and Jorid bled out as his worst fear was realized. The fear that he couldn't save the students of Jeff Davis High School from a monster within their midst.

His world faded into white as he heard the gun go off and screams of teens got fainter and fainter.

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Jordi's eyes snapped awake, still tied down in the lounge chair. The audience was gone, and the studio was filled with the sounds of agony and pain. But it wasn't coming from anybody Jordi knew. In fact, It sounded like it was coming from the host of the show. Luna walked over leisurely and flicked the host's wand, which freed him instantly.

"Thanks," he said as she went to free the other two. He looked over the scene. A man had stabbed the host to death and he was now standing awkwardly over the dead body.

"Thanks, Luna," Lincoln said as he rubbed his wrists. "But how did you find us? And how did you defeat Milenko?"

"Well, that's a story…"

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Luna stood in a school next to the elder Jordi. They watched as several kids threw food at one other kid. Jordi pointed. "That's me right there. People picked on me constantly in middle school." The kids suddenly vanished, revealing Jordi silently crying in the corner of a deserted hall. Luna then saw Luan walk out of a class and see Jordi.

"Your sister treated me differently, and made me feel special," the elder Jordi continued as Luan came over and sat next to the young Jordi, hugging him and wiping away tears.

"Then, the unthinkable happened," Jordi said as the world swirled. They suddenly found themselves outside the school around dusk. Luan was walking by herself down the sidewalk. The older Jordi looked at Luna. "We can't interfere. We aren't corporeal beings here." They watched as another teen stepped out and started following Luan.

"Where ya going sweetheart?" the boy asked as he caught to her. Luan flinched away.

"Please don't touch me, Richard," she asked the boy. He persisted, and began to run his hand down Luan's bare arm. "Stop," Luan said, stepping away. He then seized her in a chokehold. His hand went up her skirt, and Jordi had to restrain Luna. Luan elbowed him in the face, making him loosen his grip on her. She broke free and started running. The scene then shifted again.

Luan was crying in the corner of the gym. The younger Jordi came over and sat down next to her. They couldn't tell what he said to her, but the younger Jordi got really angry. Luan lifted her head and pointed out the boy who had tried to rape her.

"You're so dead!" Jordi shouted as he charged the boy. The teen just laughed as two others caught Jordi and held him back. The boy wound up his arm and struck him in the face. Jordi crumpled.

"He had no idea I really meant it," the older Jordi said, with slight excitement in his voice. The scene shifted to the cafeteria. "This was the day after that," the older Jordi explained as they watched the younger Jordi stroll into the cafeteria nonchalantly. He moved towards the table where the other boy sat.

"Back for more?" the teen said, noticing Jordi. Jordi smiled and said nothing. He then pulled out a handgun and fired it three times into the teen's head. He then dropped his gun, put his hands up, and the policeman put him in handcuffs.

"I shot him in his face. He didn't see that one coming," Jordi said. The scene shifted to a courtroom as a judge declared Jordi guilty and sentenced him to a life sentence. Luan came up behind him and whispered something to him then kissed him full on the lips. "She said we would always be together. But she lied," Jordi said sadly as the scene faded back into the jail.

"So now I sit here. I've been here for a long time and you are my first visitor," prison-Jordi finished.

"That's quite a story," Luna said after a pause.

"Now, while I do feel some anger, I want to see Luan. So help me escape," prison-Jordi said. Luna thought about it. 'This could be the only way out of this level, and I still need to find the others.'

"Alright. How do we do this?"

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"Guard! I think this man is having a heart attack!" Luna shrieked. "I'm a doctor! Can you bring him over on this side?"

The guard looked skeptical but knew that he would catch hell if their was a witness to an inmate death by neglect. He punched in his keycode to get into the other side of the visitor booths. He dragged Jordi's limp body out. As soon as they came through the door, Jordi came to life. He kicked the officer with surprising force. The officer stumbled back into the wall. Jordi scrambled to his feet and shoved a glass shank into the officer's throat. He gurgled, then fell to the floor. Luna looked away. Though prison-Jordi might feel comfortable killing, she did not.

Prison-Jordi managed to shank the rest of the guards in the front quickly, and they strolled out the front door. The level came to a halt, and they appeared in the what appeared to be a staging area for a TV show. They could hear screams and laughs and a booming voice.

"That voice right there, that's the Great Milenko," prison-Jordi said. "We have to kill him. I'm willing to bet that your siblings are somewhere on this level.

"Well, I get the feeling they are probably the ones screaming," Luna said, getting antsy. She didn't really like listening to her siblings' screams. Jordi glanced around thoughtfully.

"Go out there and distract him," prison-Jordi said as he walked off into darkness of the tried to protest but he had already gone out of sight.

"She snuck up behind to the curtain and peered through a crack. From here, she could see the backs of white lounge chairs, as well as the cloaked host. She snuck quietly up to the backs of the chairs. The screams were in her ears now. Luna took a deep breath, trusting prison-Jordi. She stood up and walked around the chairs.

"Ah! I challenger approaches!" the host said with a dramatic flourish. He then held up four cards. He flicked one at her. She dodged it, confused. Then she heard a hissing behind her. She turned around to see a large face rising up like a snake out of a box covered in question marks She shrieked as the face began to strike like a cobra, jumping back and forth to avoid the bites why Milenko laughed his ass off.

That's why he didn't notice the stage light swinging down at a high speed. It struck him right in the turban and he was knocked off his feet. He slumped on the ground and lay there motionless. The Riddle Box monster let out an angry cry and stopped attacking Luna for the moment. It looked around for this assailant of his master. He didn't have to watch for long, as prison-Jordi rode comically down on another stage light. He swung like a pendulum for a few seconds before jumping off onto the stage.

"He's just knocked out. Not dead," prison-Jordi said. He pulled out his bloody shank. "That's gotta change. He began to stab Milenko repeatedly, in a fashion so violent and bloody that Luna had to look away, or she would throw up. The monster behind her let out a ear piercing screech, then evaporated as his creator's life ebbed away. Luna ran over to the chairs, and began to wake up her siblings.

A/N: And that's a wrap! So I know I haven't updated in awhile. I had to hike up and spend the night on top of Rabun Bald (second highest mountain in Georgia) last weekend, so I haven't had much free time to update. Anyways 2,160 views! I've never gotten 2,000 views on anything I've ever done. And those who private messaged me, thanks for the love.

So, as I have expressed in private messages, this story and my other story, Helping Lynn are created in the same universe, and I will be creating stories in both the main universe and this one which will include mentions or appearances by Jordi. For those of you who haven't read Helping Lynn, it is a lemon, so watch out for that.

Anyways. Review, follow, favorite, and I'll be updating within a few days. Whoop Whoop.

~LL