"Breaking news: The man known as Pariah, has been identified as 47 year old, Gabriel black."

"Alright everybody-urp calm down." Rick said at a press conference.

"Sir." Said a news reporter. "Who is this Gabriel Black."

"He's Pariah." Rick Said. "I think the breaking news line in the beginning of this chapter has made that quit-burp clear."

"Director Sanchez!" Cried another reporter. "What can you tell us about this Gabriel Black?"

"Well for one, we highly suspect that Gabriel Black is a made up name, that Pariah came up with to blend into society." Rick responded.

"Do you know his whereabouts?"

"Well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. Let's just say that Gabriel Black, or Pariah, is no more. I took care of him, case closed."

"does he have any accomplices?"

"I am not at liberty to say at this time."

"Do you think this Pariah mess is over."

"For now yes."

...

"It has been almost a week since the last Pariah attack. While no body has been found. Pariah suspect Gabriel Black, has been officially declared dead."

"GIVE ME YOUR MONEY YOU OLD FUCK." Yelled a man who was mugging an elderly man.

"Hey take it easy young man." The old man said.

The Mugger pulled a gun on the old man.

Before he could shoot, a couple of tentacles emerged from the darkness, wrapped around the mugger, and pulled him into the dark alley behind him.

The old man stared into the dark alley his assailant had been yanked into. He heard a scream, and a shower of blood sprayed the old man in the face.

Something then rushed out of the alley and flew into the night.

...

It was a bright summer day. Lincoln was playing video games in the arcade at Gus's Games and Grub with his friend Clyde.

"So that whole thing last week with you dying and all..." Clyde began. "All that drama, and the tears, and the heartfelt goodbyes. We're just gonna forget that ever happened?"

"I would prefer that... YES!" Lincoln cried as he beat Clyde in their favorite fighting game.

"Well either way." Said Clyde. "I'm glad to have you back buddy."

"Glad to be back." Lincoln responded with a smile.

"So it was some new drug or something?"

"Huh?"

"That cured you. How exactly are you not dead?"

Lincoln rolled his eyes. "Clyde, I told you I didn't want to talk about it. I just want to put this all behind me, and move on with my life."

"Whoa sorry dude, Just asking, you don't need to bite my head off."

Lincoln raised an eyebrow.

Clyde noticed a newspaper on a table next to them, the headline read "Pariah is dead."

"Man that Pariah guy." Said Clyde.

"What about him."

"That dude was like super scary."

"Yeah he was..."

"Can you imagine meeting a guy like that?" Clyde asked.

"No." Said Lincoln. "I don't think that I can."

...

Lincoln returned home. He walked up to his room.

He reached into a drawer and pulled out a list he made of all the well known criminals in and around his home town, he then crossed a name off.

He was going to use his gift, to make this world a better place, one criminal at a time.

He looked over his shoulder. He could feel the presence of something in the room with him. He felt it ever since he crawled from his own grave. At first he thought it may have been Alex Mercer. However now that both Alex Mercer and Pariah had gone to some other dimension, he had no idea what this feeling was. To be honest, it frightened him.

With every criminal Lincoln killed, IT seemed to get stronger.

"Every living thing you consume makes you stronger." Alex Mercer's words echoed in Lincoln's head.

Is it really making me stronger? He thought. Or is it just making this thing stronger? And what is this thing, that seems to have been fallowing me, unseen from the very beginning?

His powers have definitely grown. He could now turn his arms into a razor tipped whip (the power Alex calls the whipfist), or even turn his hands into humongous clubs (the power Alex calls the hammerfist.) As well as create tendrils to trap and rip apart his enemies.

Lincoln walked out of his room to find Lucy in the hallway.

"Hey Lucy." Lincoln called out.

"Yeah"

"You know." Said Lincoln. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm not mad at you."

"For what?"

"Last week you tried to stab me."

"Uh... Is there something wrong with your brain Lincoln, I never did that."

Lincoln looked her expressionless.

"Why would I do something like that?" Lucy continued.

"Well..." Said Lincoln. "I mean I came back from the dead, and you thought I was some kind of demon or something."

"Back from the dead?" Said Lucy. "The heck you talking about?"

"The cancer."

"yeah you had cancer." Said Lucy. "But you made a full recovery, the doctor cleared you last week, remember?"

"Oh right." Lincoln laughed. "Of course. Sorry I... must have just been a bad dream."

"Oh..." Said Lucy. "Well for the record Lincoln. I'm glad you're ok." She gave him a faint smile, and walked away.

"Huh." Lincoln said to himself, staring at his hands.

Did she really forget about everything that had happened in the past week? He thought to himself. Or did I really dream all of that stuff? Or maybe... Truth is, Lincoln didn't want his sisters to remember that he had been dead and came back, and he didn't want his sisters to remember his powers. Could it be that she forgot, because I wanted her too? I really don't know anything about these powers, can I really take people's memories away? Only one way to find out.

He saw Lynn sitting in her room. In the past week Lynn had been attack by a monster Alex Mercer had referred to as a brawler. Because of her injury she was not able to play any sports. She seemed to be a bit depressed by this, as she sat up in her bed, deep in thought. And Lincoln Loud was about to make Lynn forget the one thing no one in his family would ever forget.

"Hey Lynn." Lincoln said, leaning against the doorway to Lynn's room.

Lynn looked up at Lincoln. "Oh hi uh..." Lynn had a puzzled look on her face. "L.... Lin.... Lo... uh..." Lynn's look of puzzlement turned to a look of concern, as Lincoln raised an eyebrow. "I... I'm sorry I... I think I forgot your name."

"Lincoln" Lincoln said with a smile. He walked in and sat next to Lynn.

"I'm... I'm so sorry!" Said Lynn, her hands clasped over her mouth.

"No don't worry about it." Lincoln assured her. "Happens to us all."

"But I've known you our whole lives." Said Lynn.

"Hey it's ok Lynn. How have you been feeling?"

"Still hurts quite a bit." Said Lynn holding her stomach.

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Yeah I was attacked by a... bear? I think it was bear." Lynn said.

"Yeah." Said Lincoln, rubbing her back. "It was a bear. We were hiking through the woods, you and me."

"But we weren't in the woods we were... I...I don't remember."

...

"Breaking news. More bodies of alleged Pariah victims have surfaced. It is unclear whether Pariah has returned, or if this is a copycat killer."

Later that night, Lincoln had put on his Ace Savy Halloween costume. Ace Savy was his favorite super hero, and Lincoln was becoming a superhero himself.

He snuck out his window. Luckily this Mercer virus, had given him the ability to climb walls, making it easy to get out of the house undetected.

Lincoln walked along the dark streets, fallowing the next target on his list, a child murderer named Freddy.

It was dark so the man could not see Lincoln lurking in the shadows. However Lincoln had gained the ability to see in inferred (he could see body heat) so he could see the man just fine.

"Who's there" Said Freddy as he heard what sounded like a twig snapping, on his way to his car. He continued to his car. He unlocked the door, then he heard a noise from behind him. He quickly turned around. "Oh, it's just some kid." Freddy said with a sigh of relief as he saw Lincoln standing before him. "On your way to some sort of comic-con or something?"

Lincoln cocked his head to the side.

"What can't you speak?"

"I know what you did Freddy." Said Lincoln.

"How do you know my name?"

Lincoln walked toward the man.

"Well if you really know what I've done." Said Freddy. "You should know that you do not want to be walking toward me like that."

Lincoln stopped.

"Yeah, go on off to your mommy." Said Freddy.

"You got off on a technicality Freddy." Lincoln said. "But we both know what you did. Those kids you killed."

"Uh huh." Said Freddy, unamused. "And how did you come to that conclusion."

"I have my ways" Said Lincoln. He had actually over heard Bobby telling Lori about Freddy's case.

"Oh do you now?" Freddy then pulled out a gun and shot Lincoln in the head.

Lincoln fell to the ground, seemingly dead.

"Not to bright are you ya little bitch." Said Freddy. He then walked up to Lincoln's body, and popped a few more round into him. "Looks like your DND group is going to be missing a member."

He then walked to his car, and opened the trunk. The inside of the trunk was lined with plastic.

He turned back to where Lincoln was. Only to find that he was gone, leaving only a puddle of blood behind. Freddy turned back to his car, to see Lincoln perched on the roof.

Lincoln was on all fours, his eyes were glowing red, and his mouth was stretched into a twisted smile.

Inside his mouth were rows of razor sharp teeth, like a shark, and drool dripped from his mouth.

"What the fuck?!?!" Freddy exclaimed as Lincoln pounced on him.

Lincoln sunk his teeth into the man's neck and ripped open his jugular, drenching his own face in blood.

The man fell to the ground, and tentacles grew out of Lincoln, wrapped around the man, and consumed him.

Lincoln got back to his feet. His eyes and teeth returned to normal.

He then walked away from the area. He found his way to a river, where he was able to wash the blood off his face.

He then looked to the side of him to see a building burning in the distance. A house, he could here screams coming from it.

Looks like someone's in trouble Lincoln thought. Maybe I should help.

Nah He again thought to himself. The fire department will handle it, you've got bigger fish to fry. Bad guys to kill. What use can you be if you burn to death.

Then again, I'm almost indestructible. He thought. Those are innocent people in that building, women and children probably. I wanted to be a super hero, being a hero is about more than just killing bad guys.

Lincoln got up, "I'm going to help them." He proclaimed. Then he ran at full speed toward the building.

As he ran, he couldn't help but feel like some of his thoughts back there, were not entirely his own.

...

He arrived at the building. The fire was roaring. An army of fire fighters were trying to put the fire out to no avail.

Lincoln hid behind one of the trucks, out of sight.

"There's a woman and her child stuck in there" Said one of the fire fighters. "But the fire is too hot to go in there."

Lincoln charged into the house so fast he was just a blur.

"What the HELL was that?" Asked one of the fire fighters.

"Some sort of red flash of light." Said another.

Once inside, Lincoln stopped and started to cough as smoke filled his lungs.

Maybe this wasn't the best idea He thought. Then he heard a scream from upstairs.

He walked toward the stairs. The building was full of smoke, and the air was smoldering hot, like being in a giant oven. The walls, floor and ceiling were glowing red and orange from the flames.

Much of the staircase had fallen away, and it looked unstable. Lincoln could here cries for help coming from upstairs.

He started to climb the stare case.

Suddenly the stares collapsed under him and he fell into a pit of hot coals and fire. He screamed in pain as the fire singed his flesh. He may have had quick healing, but he could still feel pain.

He pushed himself onto his feet, and looked up. He looked down at his hand. his flesh was melted to the bone.

He had to find a way to get to the top floor to help that family. He morphed his hand into his whipfist power, and used it to grapple the top of the stairs and pull his way up.

Once he got to the top floor, he changed his hand back to normal. He walked through the smoke filled hallway listening for the cries for help. He eventually found his way to what he assumed was a bedroom, it was hard to tell as everything in the house was burned beyond recognition. In the room he found a woman kneeling on the ground, holding a little girl, behind a wall of fire.

Lincoln walked through the fire, his leg catching fire in the process. He flinched in pain, as the flesh of his leg started to boil. He patted his leg to put the fire out.

He then turned to the woman and little girl. "It's ok I'm here to help."

"Y-you're gonna help us?" The woman said. "But you're just a kid."

Lincoln shrugged. "Are you the only ones in the house?"

"Yes." Said the women. "My husband, and our dog already got out. I came back here to find our little girl, but then we got stuck behind this wall of fire."

Lincoln looked back at the wall of fire. His entire body was full of burning pain, but he gritted his teeth, and did his best to ignore it.

"Little boy." Said the woman. "You... you're hurt."

The back of Lincoln's shirt was ripped open, the skin on his back had melted off. His flesh was boiling, and his ribs and spin were visible.

The little girl started to cry

"Why did you come in here?" asked the woman.

"To save you guys." Lincoln responded.

"But why? You don't even know us." Said the woman.

Lincoln looked back at them and smiled. "I guess that's just what heroes do." Then his eyes started to glow red, and his arms morphed into a mess of tangled glowing red tendrils.

Then he shot the tendrils at the wall of fire, covering the flames in thick fleshy red tendrils. Snuffing out the flames, and creating a path for the woman and child.

"Are you a super hero?" the little girl asked.

"I guess." Said Lincoln. "My names Lincoln."

"I'm Lisa." Said the Little girl.

"Hey I have a little sister with that name." Lincoln pointed out. "She's very smart. I bet you're pretty smart too."

"You bet." Said the little girl. "I can count to this many." The girl held up ten fingers.

Not quite as smart as Lisa Loud. Lincoln thought.

"Come on." He said. "I'll get you guys out of here." He then morphed his arm into a shield to protect the woman and child from falling debris.

He managed to get them both outside.

The woman and little girl were immediately brought to an ambulance.

"Wait what about the boy?" The woman asked.

"What boy?" Asked one of the fire fighters.

"The boy who saved us." Said the little girl. "He said his name was... um..." She thought for a moment. "I forgot."

The woman looked around. The mysterious boy who had saved her, and her daughter was gone.

...

Lincoln had ran at supersonic speeds back to the river, and jumped into the water. The cool water on his burned flesh was the greatest thing he had ever felt.

"Aaaaahhhhh." He let out a relaxed sigh. "much better."

He lay floating in the water for a few moments. Within seconds his burned flesh and skin grew back, and the burn marks disappeared, as well as the pain. Within moments it was as if nothing had happened to him. Not even a mark was visible on his skin.

...

He snuck back in the house without anyone noticing. He walked into his room and shut the door.

He again looked at his list of wanted criminals.

That woman and child are alive because of me. He thought. Yeah punishing that murderer was fun and all. But saving that woman and her child, that, that felt amazing. I really did something good.

He then looked at his hit list closer. Maybe I've been looking at this super power thing all wrong.

He then ripped the list in half, and threw it away.