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"Please, only someone so stupid would swallow that identical cousin's story."

"I asked my boss to find out everything about you from the samples you left in my parents' car."

"You can't have Leni in Scotland. You were just a summer love. A teenage fantasy. But you refuse to believe it. You're obsessed with her, and you become a disaster in your town"

"Finally, after a long time, you found her, and you couldn't get her at all. You drugged her. But when you finished your act and couldn't feel her breathing, you thought you had gone too far with it, and you thought you killed her by mistake."

"But no. She's alive. In a coma, but alive."

Scott grins, enduring the pain in his arm and leg. "Well, it looks like you already have me."

"Good? What are you waiting for? Hand me over to the police."

"Police? Oh hohohohohohohohohahahahahahahaha. No. I've prepared something sweeter! For you." Lincoln smiles, showing off his huge fangs. But it doesn't end there. Behind Lincoln, a wolf-like figure begins to materialize. This one seems to be made of thick black smoke, with a few balls that look like burning embers where its eyes should be.

If Scott wasn't scared enough by then, now he will be afraid. "What the hell are you?"

Lincoln grabs him by the hair and lifts him up, then takes him by the neck. "I am the executioner; I am the executor."

"I am the Fang of Darkness. The Claws of the Night."

"I am power, lust, and darkness."

"I am. White Wolf!" Lincoln punches Scott in the stomach and pushes him into the wall behind him. The impact causes him to bounce back toward Lincoln, who meets him with another blow that sends him back to the wall.

A series of punches at full speed saves Scott from falling. Lincoln's arms and fists seem to multiply and distort the speed of his movement.

The Scottish boy bounces like a ball against the wall, being thrown over and over again by Lincoln's powerful fists.

The blows the albino delivers to Scott cause the wall to shake, and the paint on the other side peels off.

Scott's bones ache from the force of the blows.

His ribs and bones are literally beaten to the core.

Bone fragments are torn apart, and his internal organs are also receiving massive damage. They are crushed and beaten.

Scott's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth begin to bleed.

With a final strike, Scott breaks through the wall that is already soaked in blood. The boy flies into the factory until he crashes into an iron staircase.

Scott's body is left in an unnatural position. His torso is bent at a 180-degree angle. A paralyzed ragdoll with stuffing removed and twisted.

A torrential river of blood, bones, and limbs drips from his mouth onto the ground, accompanied by an expression of suffering on his face.

Lincoln rubs his knuckles, which are red from the hits.

Once satiated, his eyes return to their normal cloudy appearance. "Justice has been served."

Lincoln gets into his car and drives home, with White-Flame in the back seat. Unaware, he is being spied on by a small drone.

The next day is Saturday.

Lincoln wakes up feeling better than ever.

He goes downstairs, strolling into the kitchen to make breakfast. Just a bowl of cereal and some juice. Then he turns on the TV. Even though he can't see, he loves hearing the news. The report that day is interesting.

This is Catherine Mulligan, reporting from Royal Woods Industrial Park, where the body of a young man barely 20 was found in a factory being remodeled.

The body was found by a guard who had started his morning shift.

An anonymous source informed us that the young man identified as Scott, coming from Scotland, entered our country under the assumed name of Scoods. He is wanted for sexually assaulting a young woman, whose name we will not give to protect her identity.

It is not known what method his killer used to leave him in the state in which they found him.

Lincoln eats his breakfast with an evil smile on his face.

His phone rings again.

"Good day, Professor."

"Hey Lincoln. I have a job for you."

"Hmm? And what's in dispute?"

"It will be eight tonight. Against the Energy Labs. The battle will take place on one of the abandoned sets of the Fear TV channel. I will send the coordinates to your car."

"Got it, Professor." Lincoln hangs up, very confident of his certain victory. Ever since he saw that black wolf in his dreams, he feels invincible.

Suddenly, he hears another phone ring. But this time, it's the home phone. Lincoln answers. On the other side, he hears Lucy's voice.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Lincoln."

"Oh. Hello Lucy. How's my little vampire doing?"

Lucy blushes at her brother's words, "I want to ask you something. Are you free this afternoon?"

"Of course. Why? Do you want to ask me out on a date?"

"Something like that. I've entered a contest where the prize is to attend the taping of the season finale of Vampires of Blues. It's at 4pm, but Mom and Dad won't be able to take me because they're going to visit Leni in the hospital, and I don't trust Lynn to not screw it up."

"This show was taped for Fear TV, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Great. Tonight I have a business meeting at that place. I can take you."

"You don't have to lie. I know about your fights."

"Oh yeah. I forgot. Well, I'll pick you up in my car at three o'clock. So we'll be there on time."

"Thank you, Lincoln."

"You're welcome, Lucy. Bye. I love you."