"I was very lenient in letting you keep that huge tattoo on your back. But this is the last straw. Now you're going to go get it renewed."
"Mother. This is not a tattoo," Lisa interrupted her mother's anger.
"How can he not have a tattoo?"
"I don't see any signs of the ink pigments being absorbed into the skin. This is not a tattoo. It is a birthmark.
The Louds were shocked by that.
"How? Do I have a birthmark?"
"But we never saw it. How did it appear now?"
"Some signs can appear in the first year of an infant's life. But I have never seen one that manifested itself in mid-adolescence. More is not impossible."
Lisa explained to her family all about birthmarks. But in reality, she knew the real reason for the appearance of that sign.
The rest of the party went normally. Except for the pain in his back muscles that bothered Lincoln. So much so that the boy lay on the couch for a while, and Lynn gave him a massage. But, strangely enough, the muscles were very hard. "Oh my God, Link. You better stop exercising and start doing yoga. You have very tense muscles."
"I can't stand the pain. I'm going to go get a painkiller." Lincoln walked up the stairs to the bathroom. But halfway through, the boy fell to the ground, fainting.
The sound of his body hitting the ground alerted the family surrounding him. When they saw Lincoln lying on the ground, everyone feared it was the result of the bullet he had received.
They quickly took him to the guest room.
Lisa had a medical examination. Fortunately for his family, they found nothing.
To calm them down, I told them that the fainting was due to high blood pressure.
After that, the party's over.
At night, Lincoln would toss and turn on his bed. Meanwhile, he sweated a lot, and the muscles in his back bulged and moved under his skin.
Meanwhile, in his dreams,
Lincoln walked through the Forest of Dreams until he reached the Red Lake. The boy walked across the obsidian bridge to the island of the Black Wolves.
It was silent, and there was no wolf. Or so he thought. Near his throne, there was a black wolf, but this was different from the wolf he saw.
It looked like white fire. But his muscles were more pronounced, and he had battle scars.
The wolf walked towards Lincoln. Despite this, the boy was not intimidated; on the contrary, he talked to the wolf as if it were a habit.
"Who are you?"
The wolf smiled, showing his fangs. Then he approached the boy, rubbing his head with Lincoln's hand, who began petting him.
Suddenly, the wolf's fur began to rise up into Lincoln's hand. The animal appeared as a thick, furry substance that began to absorb Lincoln. The boy moved away to free himself. But the substance absorbed him and swallowed him whole.
The furry mass was compressed, stretched, flattened, and twisted until it finally took the shape of a ball. Its furry texture was gone, and it was soft and shiny as crimson. He then took on human form and slowly retreated, freeing Lincoln. The substance got into Lincoln's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
The boy suddenly woke up. The rooster's crow warned him that it was already Sunday morning. His back pain disappeared. What's more, he felt better than ever. So much so that he flipped forward and did a handstand. He had never felt so energetic.
After showering, he went down to the kitchen and slid down the stair railing. Except for the severe pain in his eyes that Lincoln put some shampoo in.
The smell of breakfast and the noise of various chatter and discussions indicated that his family had woken up.
Lincoln entered the kitchen waving happily and saying, "Good morning, family. What a beautiful morning to be alive."
His father turned to greet him, carrying a tray of dishes. "Good morning, son. Are you feel…?"
Mr. Loud interrupted his question and dropped the tray on the floor. The rest of his family also dropped their forks and coffee cups. Which surprised Lincoln.
"Everyone, are you okay?" Lincoln asked.
But no one answered. They just stared at him with shocked faces. Except for Lucy, who saw him with a sparkle in her eyes and a wide smile.
Finally, it was Rita who broke the silence: "Lincoln. What happened to your hair?"
"We already talked about that, mom."
"No, I mean it. It's all black."
"What?"
Lincoln placed his hand on his side and raised it instinctively. But the surprise is not over yet. For once, the hair rose from his face. First, he saw blurred silhouettes in the fog. Then blurry and gray images. Finally, a strong glare disturbed the boy's eyes.
"Wait... I-I can... I can see... I can see. Haha, I can see you now! Mom. Dad, girls. I can see. I can see again!"
Lincoln turned to see his family, but when they saw him, they fell out of their chairs.
"What happened to you? It looks like you saw a dead man."
Mr. Loud stood trembling. The fear was noticeable in his face and in his voice. "Lin-Lincoln. Your... Your eyes," he said, pointing at his son.
"Ha? What do my eyes have?" Lincoln walks to the mirror and looks at himself for the first time in a long time. But what should have been an emotional moment turned into something terrifying. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh"" Lincoln looked into his eyes. Its structure turned black. And a white iris.