Big Brother...

"LINCOLN!" Lincoln spun around and found his blood running cold at the sight in front of him. His little sister was running to him, crying. Lincoln's throat became dry as she crashed into him and began sobbing. He took a shaky breath and held his sister. "Lana? What's going on?" "H-Hops! Sh-She-She-She-!" "Lana?" "She killed Ho-o-o-o-o-ops!" Lana bawled, gripping Lincoln's shirt tighter. Lincoln's eyes widened. Out of all of her pets, Hops was her number one, her favorite. Now he's dead. Murdered. Bit who? "Where's Lola?" Lincoln found it odd that the twins were separated. When thing's got tough for one twin, the other was sure to be close for support. But Lola wasn't anywhere nearby. Lana sniffed. "Sh-She's still at school. She tried to fight the bully, but the substitute teacher had her stay after school." Great. "Hey, tell you what: we'll hold, uh, a service for Hops." Lincoln said as he knelt down to look his sister in the eyes. 'Since burying him might be too much for her. That and I don't want to carry a dead frog.' He thought to himself. "R-Really?" Lana smiled. "Yeah." "Can I come?" An unfamiliar voice said. Lincoln looked behind his sister and saw an unknown girl. Brown hair, Brown eyes, about six-years old. Judging by his sister's sudden movement to his rear, Lincoln's guess was this was Hops' killer. Lincoln's arms covered his sister to protect her. Lincoln felt himself become filled with anger. Hate. The girl flinched and repeated herself. "C-Can I c-come, t-too?" Lincoln's expression softened. "I-I'm really sorry I killed your frog, b-but I didn't mean to." "NO!" Lana screamed. "YOU KILLED HOPS! I HATE YOU!" The girl was about to cry. "Could you give us a moment?" Lincoln turned around to his sister. "Lana!" Lincoln hissed at his sister. She avoided looking him in the eyes. "Lana, I know you love Hops, and you miss him, but that was unacceptable!" "But shes killed Hops!" "And look at her!" Lincoln pointed to the crying girl. "She's sorry, but you won't give her a chance to make up for it?" "If I died and it was her fault, would you forgive her?" Lincoln... Well, Lincoln just froze there. His sister said something horrible, then asked him something he never wanted to hear. "Lana..." Lincoln looked away from his sister. "...go home." He turned around to face the girl. She stopped crying and Lana started tearing up. "Go home. Go to your room, and wait for me to get there." "But Lincoln-!" "NOW!" Lana didn't hesitate. She ran, tears in her eyes. But not before screaming her thoughts. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU BOTH!" The girl was shaking. She couldn't do anything. The big kid started walking towards her. Her legs wouldn't move. What was he going to do? He knelt down and- "You should go home, too." Lincoln said. "You know where your house is?" The girl nodded. "You sure?" She was about to not, but she couldn't remember which street. She shook her head. "Alright, I'll walk you home, then. Do you mind if I hold your hand?" She shook her head again, then extended her hand. He took it and she began to lead him down where she thinks her house was. 'Im gonna need this walk before talking to Lana.'