"Enca, Enca!"
A jumble of scenes flash by.
Enca, two years old, smiling up at a tall man holding a rainbow ball.
Enca, four, playing with a toy rapier.
Enca, six, throwing a temper tantrum as a boy tries to hit her, hissing and snarling at him.
Enca, ten, throwing a rock.
Enca, fifteen, scowling at a man holding a bottle.
Enca, twenty-five, at the altar.
Enca, thirty-five, throwing bowls and pots, screaming, "get out of my house!"
Flying feathers
Flashing metal
Blurred streaks
Gouges in a wall
Torn lace
Wilted Violets
Tearstained pillow
Dead bird
Smashed glass
Windows broken
Shrubs burning
Crumbling
Bottles flying through the air
Dust
Ash
Guilt
Betrayal
Misery
"No..."
No
NO
HOW
A sword coming out of her back
Blood
Blood everywhere
"How..."
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?!?!?!?"
Then gone.
I see...
Enca, a ghost, floating down a hall
Following a boy holding two bodies.
Bodies...
George!
George carrying Lockwood and... Me.
His mouth forms the words stop thrashing and be helpful!
I'm almost panicking...
Almost... But not quite.
I can stay or I can help.
Enca, the one with the memories...
Blood, tears...
She would want me to stay. But...
Lockwood would want me to help.
Lockwood.
Lockwood.
Lockwood.
George's P.O.V
As soon as Lockwood collapses, Lucy freezes. her mouth opens like she's about to say something, eyes fixed on the hand that's now pulling out of Lockwood, and she slumps sideways, hitting her head on the wood with a nasty thud as I instinctively scrabble away from the ghost.
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On the Edge of Insanity
FanfictionLucy, Lockwood, and George confront a strangely powerful phantasm. While in the haunted house, Lucy experiences strange blackouts, during which she sees visions. After the first confrontation, Lockwood is severely ghost-touched. Will they defeat the...
