"Ah geeze Rick, since when are you a cop?" Asked the grandson of Rick Sanchez, Morty Smith. As Rick looked over photos of recent victims, of a killer that seemed to have a lot in common with Pariah.

"In this reality?" asked Rick. "Since a couple of weeks ago. Some guys thought it would be a good idea to bring me in to look for this Pariah guy. Though I've actually been a cop at the citadel of Ricks for years, even before that whole thing with- urp- C-137."

"Oh yeah that's right." Said Morty. "Yeah I'm kind of just coming into the story so, so I don't really know what's going on. Gee I wonder. I wonder if like, if this was some sort of, of story, you know, like on the internet, Like you know some kind of fanfiction. I-I wonder if, I wonder if people reading it will have thought you were C-137 this whole time."

'Well they would be- urp- mistaken." Said Rick. "There's infinite Ricks in the multiverse Morty, and we ALL have our own unique adventures."

"Hey didn't you lock up Matthew McConaughey for, for because you thought he was Pariah." Morty asked.

"Yeah, but after I fought the REAL Pariah, I had him- urp- released." Rick responded. "Y-you know when you think about it. Basing a character on, on a Hollywood actor, is, it's kind of lazy Morty. And it, it makes the story seem dated. I mean what happens when McConaughey get's, get's really old, and no one can see him doing a bunch of stunts any more Morty. I-I mean it's fine I-I if you wanna model a character after an actor, Morty. But, but instead of saying 'he looks like Matthew McConaughey, the author should, should just describe Matthew McConaughey, and say that th-th-that's what the character looks like, Morty."

"Ah geeze Rick. S-so Pariah doesn't really look like Matthew McConaughey?"

"Oh no Morty, Pariah still looks and sounds A LOT like Matthew McConaughey. But b-but something tells me we won't be hearing that comparison much anymore. I think he may be a bit taller than Matt is though. Like, like a good couple inches at least, and Pariah has darker hair, it's like jet black. Also Pariah kills people, so yeah."

Just then Rick's phone started to ring.

"hello?" Rick answered.

"Is this Rick Sanchez? Head of the Pariah investigation?" Said a disguised voice.

"No this is Pizza Hut." Rick smirked. "Nah yeah, this is Rick Sanchez."

"By now I'm sure you've seen my uh... work on the news." Said the voice.

"So are you going to tell me you're Pariah now?" Rick said. "Because I know that would be a load of bullshit."

"Uh..." The voice became a bit confused. "yeah it is a load of bullshit. I actually called to tell you I'm NOT Pariah. Oh man, here I was thinking that I was going to have to try so hard to convince you that I wasn't Pariah. MAN is that a relief. But yeah, as I was saying Pariah is a sick and twisted monster, and I am nothing like him. I've only killed bad people, murderers and stuff. I want to use my gifts to help, not to hurt."

"yeah, and what should we call you." Rick asked.

"For now you can call me Ace." Said the voice.

"Ace huh?" Rick said, raising an eyebrow (or at least half of his unibrow) "You get that from a comic book or something?"

"WHAT? Uh... no... I uh... I have my reasons for that name. Reasons you can't even begin to comprehend."

"Yeah, sure whatever kid."

"Kid? I'm not a kid!"

"I'm in my 70s" Rick replied, "everyone's a kid to me."

"Oh, yeah that makes sense." Said the voice who calls himself Ace. "Well anyway, I'm just calling to let you know that I'm not Pariah, and I will do all I can to help bring the real Pariah to justice. I'll uh... I'll call you back later." Ace then hung up the phone.

"Well I guess I'll talk to you later." Said Rick, putting his phone away. then Rick gave an evil smile. "Lincoln Loud."

...

Lincoln hung up the phone, and put away the voice changing gadget he found in Lisa's room. Then he headed downstairs.

He saw Lynn sadly staring at her trophies in the family trophy case.

Her injuries have not yet healed, and she needed crutches to stand and to walk.

"Uh... you ok Lynn?" Lincoln asked.

Lynn sighed. "Everything I ever was, is in this case."

"Huh?"

"Lincoln I've been bed ridden for almost a week now." Lynn explained. "Maybe more. It's got me thinking. Is... is this all I am? Just a bunch of trophies?"

"Oh come on Lynn." Lincoln said in a calming voice. "You know we're really proud of you for winning those. And we'd still be proud even if you didn't win them."

"yeah I guess." Lynn said. "But, why though?"

Lincoln looked at her, a bit puzzled. "Because you're our sister Lynn."

"Just because we have similar genes, doesn't mean you have to like me." Said Lynn.

Lincoln got closer to Lynn and put his hand on her shoulder. "Lynn, where is this coming from?"

"All I ever do is push you around." Lynn explained. "Ever since I was attacked by that bear I... My stomach still feels like it's being torn open, it hurts to move, and I... I think I deserve it."

"Lynn..." Lincoln said softly, then he gave her a hug. "don't talk like that."

"I... I constantly beat up on you, I break your things, I poke fun at you." Lynn started to cry as Lincoln continued to hold her, trying to comfort her. "I treat you like dirt Lincoln and... I'm sorry." Lynn was balling at this moment.

"Hey it's ok, siblings fight all the time." Lincoln said.

"I don't deserve these trophies." Lynn whimpered her eyes full of tears. "I... I'm a monster Lincoln."

Lincoln chuckled a bit under his breath, as his eyes started to glow red. "Monster? You don't even know what a monster really is."

Lynn's look of sadness and remorse quickly turned into a look of confusion and a bit of fear, as she could swear her brother's voice had turned into a deep growl.

"Have you even seen a real monster?" Lincoln said in that strange, creepy almost demonic deep voice.

"What was that?" Lynn said breaking away from Lincoln's embrace to look him in the face.

Lincoln's eyes had returned back to their normal shade of blue before Lynn could notice that they had changed.

"You're not a monster Lynn." Lincoln said, his voice back to normal, and now sounding very calm and soothing. "You're my sister, and I love you. And you've made a lot of progress over the years, in becoming a better sport. Yeah I know you're aggressive, but I know you'll always have my back when I need it, and I'll always have yours." He gave her a warm smile.

Lynn smiled back at Lincoln. She then looked down at her stomach and lightly held her hand to it, trying to remember why it was so sore.

"You know I still can't really remember what happened that day." Lynn said.

"Well maybe it's better that way." Said Lincoln. "It was pretty traumatizing. Just know that I'm always here for you."

...

As Lincoln was walking down the sidewalk that day, he ran into a familiar looking little girl.

The girl's name was Clair, she was about the same age as Lola and Lana. Lincoln and his family had once found her dog lost dog Watterson.

Clair was crying her eyes out. Lincoln asked her what was wrong, and she explained that she had once again lost her cute little puppy.

"He went in there." Clair said pointing to a scary looking scrap yard. "I'd go in and get him, but I'm too scared to go in and get him. Could get him for me?"

"Uh yeah sure." Lincoln said, then he walked into the creepy looking scrap yard.

It was starting to get dark, and the various scraps of metal and garbage made terrifying shadows, with sharp twisted edges. Even with his powers, Lincoln felt a little nervous.

The he saw the little whit fluffy ball of fur named Watterson sitting in the center of the scrap yard.

"Aha! Found you!" Lincoln proclaimed with excitement. "Now let's get you out of here. This place gives me the creeps."

"Well, well, well." Came a female voice from behind him. "If it isn't Mercer's little pet."

Lincoln turned around to see a tall blue haired girl with a white tank top, ripped jeans, and boot. She was followed by another girl with long red hair and a red plaid shirt.

"Uh..." Lincoln was a bit confused. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Chloe Price." The blue haired girl said. "And this is my friend Rachel Amber."

"What do you want?" Lincoln asked.

Then Rachel raised her arm at Lincoln, and a bony spike shot out of her hand, and dug itself into Lincoln's shoulder.

"GAAHHH!!!!" He screamed as he fell to the ground. He got back up and yanked the spike out of his shoulder. The whole closed up instantly. "Let me guess." He said. "You ladies work for Pariah."

"You could say that." Said Rachel.

"Now let me guess." Chloe chimed in, "Mercer told you how he wants to save humanity from Pariah's wrath. Well guess what. Alex Mercer doesn't give a SHIT about you, or anyone else on this damn planet."

"Why do you think it's the Mercer Virus?" Said Rachel. "Alex Mercer created it! All the death and destruction it's caused is HIS doing."

"And Pariah?" Chloe said. "You call him a monster, but he's going to make the world a better place. He's going to rid the world of all the phony, stuck up ass holes that make life miserable for the rest of us. He's going to recreate the world in his image, a better world. So tell me, who's the real bad guy here?"

Lincoln looked at the two of them and squinted. He thought for a moment.

"You know..." Said Lincoln. "You two sound like, EXACTLY the same."

Chloe and Rachel looked at each other, then back at Lincoln with confused looks on their faces.

"Seriously." Said Lincoln. "Like if I closed my eyes, I would have no idea which one of you was talking."

"Fuck this." Chloe said, then she turned her arm into a giant blade (similar to the one Alex and Pariah have)

Then Rachel's fingers turned into spikes, and spikes grew all the way up her arm.

Lincoln then turned his arms into claws.

Rachel shot a couple of spikes at Lincoln, which he dodged. He then leapt into the air, but Chloe smashed him into the ground with her blade.

Lincoln got up and swiped his claws at Chloe, but she blocked it with her blade. Chloe's blade, being much harder and stronger than Lincoln's claws, sliced through Lincoln's claws, and ripped his entire arm off.

Lincoln screamed in pain. He then swiped at Rachel with his who grabbed his arm before it could reach. Rachel shot spikes into Lincoln's shoulder at such a fast rate, that his arm became detached.

He then grew back new arms in the form of his Hammerfist power (giant clubs).

He slammed his now giant fists into the ground, creating a shock wave, sending Chloe and Rachel flying back.

Chloe and Rachel got back up. Rachel started shooting spikes at Lincoln.

Chloe jumped up in the air, came down with her blade, landing on Lincoln, once again chopping off one of his arms.

She then kicked him to the ground, grabbed his other arm, and ripped it out of its socket.

Lincoln then activated his whipfist ability. He swung the whipfist around, but Chloe was able to slice it in half with her blade.

"I still have one more power." He said to himself. He then turned his arms into a mass of tendrils. He shot some tendrils at the two girls, but they were able to dodge them.

Rachel shot a spike into each of Lincoln's eyes, blinding him.

He screamed in pain.

Chloe and Rachel then each grabbed one of Lincoln's arm.

"No, no, no, no." Lincoln pleaded, as the two girls slowly ripped his arms off one last time, taking away his last power.

Lincoln screamed, and fell to his knees. He was blinded from the spikes embedded into his eyes, and his arms were reduced to stubs, as blood poured from his body, and pooled on the ground around his legs.

"aw look at him." Said Chloe. "He's just a scared little boy now."

Lincoln started to tremble with fear.

"I almost feel sorry for him." Said Rachel. "He's suffering, we should put him out of his misery."

"I think so yeah." Said Chloe.

Lincoln continued to sit there, blood dripping from the stumps that used to be his arms.

"Any last words." Chloe taunted.

"I...am not... a robot..." Lincoln said between breaths.

"Huh?" Both Chloe and Rachel became confused.

Lincoln then got back up on his feet.

"If I was a robot." He said. "Or some sort of cyborg, like say the guy from the dues ex games. If I was just someone with some sort of cybernetic augmentations, some sort of artificial limbs or body parts. And then you ripped those robotic weapons from my body, like you did with my powers just before, they would be gone forever. But I am not a robot. Those powers, the claws, the tendrils, the whip, the hammers, the healing." Then Lincoln's arms started to grow back. "They're not just some weapons you can take away from me, they're coded in their DNA." He then yanked the spikes out of his eye sockets, and his eyes grew back, restoring his vision. "And ripping someone's arms off doesn't change my DNA. Also I was right, just before, when I was blinded, I had no way of telling which one of you was talking. Do you girls do that on purpose"

Then Lincoln once again morphed his arms into claws.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!" Chloe cried.

"HOLY SHIT!!!" Rachel Cried.

Lincoln slashed at Chloe's legs, throwing her into the air, then he morphed one of his arms into his hammer fist and punched Chloe in mid air, sending her flying into a wall.

He then turned to Rachel.

Rachel fired a barrage of spikes at Lincoln. This time however, Lincoln turned his arm into a shield and blocked them. He turned his other arm into the whipfist power, and shot it through Rachel's stomach.

He then flung her into the air, and slammed her onto the ground.

Then he spun her around the junk yard causing her to smack into every piece of junk there, until she was impaled by a long rusty metal spike.

Lincoln walked up to Rachel, activated his claws, and jammed them into Rachel's eyes. He then consumed her.

As he consumed Rachel Amber, he was able to see her memories, just like when he consumed the Brawler.

...

He could see through Rachel's eyes. He saw a dark figure talking to her. As soon as he heard the figures voice, he knew it was Pariah.

"I can give you girls unimaginable powers." Pariah said. "In return I ask that you do a few things for me. I've got big plans coming. And once I make a deal with that blond idiot, then get what I need from old grey and grumpy. I'll need someone here to make sure things go smoothly."

...

The memory ended. Lincoln looked at his hands. They changed back to normal for a second. Then much like Rachel, his fingers turned into spikes, which he could now shoot at his enemies.

Blond idiot? Lincoln. Oh I really hope he doesn't mean...

The he heard Chloe getting back up. He quickly shot spikes at Chloe pinning her to a wall.

He slowly walked up to Chloe.

"You... You really think I wanted to do this kid." Chloe pleaded. "You really think Rachel and I buy into Pariah's bull shit. That guy's a fucking maniac!"

Lincoln raised an eyebrow.

"You really think I believe that shit I told you earlier." Chloe said. "That new world crap Pariah fed us. He's NOT a good person, I know that. But Mercer's no better. Don't you get it kid, this isn't some battle of good versus evil. It's a couple of self righteous ass holes with WAY too much power, who want to kill each other, and will go through anybody to do so. It's all a game and WE'RE the pawns. You either pick a side, or die. I can tell you're stronger than me or Rachel, if you join me, together we can overthrow Pariah AND Alex Mercer, and end this whole fucking thing."

"Say you didn't put Clair up to this did you?" Lincoln asked. "You know have her get me to come in here to rescue her dog, so you two can ambush me?"

"Who the fuck is Clair?"

"Good to know." Lincoln said, as he consumed Chloe.

...

Lincoln was now seeing Chloe's memory, as she talked to the dark figure known as Pariah.

"Why don't you two take care of the white haired little brat." Pariah said. "And I'll have Blondie take care of the rest of them."

"And if we refuse?" Chloe asked him.

"I understand you have a friend living in Seattle." Pariah said. "What was her name again? Maxine? You know I got her picture right here. Cute girl, be a shame if something happened to her. Or what about your folks back in Arcadia Bay."

"YOU MONSTER!" Chloe said.

Then the memory ended.

...

"Damn." Lincoln said. Then he looked at his arm which had now morphed into a huge blade. "NICE!"

He morphed back to normal and went to pick up Watterson, who was now shaking with fear and peeing himself.

Chloe was right about one thing though. From the very beginning, something in Lincoln's gut told him that Alex Mercer was not to be trusted.

...

"Here you go, safe and sound." Lincoln said as he handed Clair's dog back to her.

"Um. I think you got some red paint on you." Clair said.

Lincoln looked at himself, he was covered in blood.

"He he yeah." Lincoln said, scratching the back of his head. "I uh... tripped over a can of red paint in the junk yard there."

"You should take a shower. It smells funny."

"Yeah I'll go home and do that now." Lincoln then turned around and left.

Lincoln thought for a few moments about the "blond idiot" Pariah had seemingly recruited. He knew one person who fit the description, but he hoped to god it wasn't her.

"Then I'm going to have to have a little chat with my sister Leni." He said to himself.

...

"This just in: we have been receiving more and more claims of alleged sightings of what can only be described as... The living dead. Yes that's right viewer, the undead, actual zombies. The dead are walking among us. Is this all some elaborate hoax, or are we in the midst of an actual zombie apocalypse. Stay tuned for more."

...

Pariah stood at the outskirts of the alternate Royal Woods, after his encounter with his human doppelganger.

His eyes glowed red, and he was steaming with rage.

"Well if I can't infect anyone in this fucking dimension." Pariah said. "Then I can at least tear this place down, and kill every puny insignificant life form in this city before I leave to find more power elsewhere. Then I'll make my way back to my original dimension for the big show. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Was the evil laugh too much? I think it was a bit too much."