Lucy's Day Off (A Lockwood and Co. Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Lucy's pov
I woke up pretty early the next morning just as the sun was rising over my small hometown. The sunrise was absolutely amazing this morning. Orange and pink flames of fire streaked across the sky, contrasting with the dark purple clouds behind them. It looked like someone had taken a paintbrush and swirled it across the sky, leaving a picturesque scene. I sighed. The Cheviot Hills has much better sunrises than in London. I guess all the city smog blocks them out.
I quickly ate breakfast and got dressed. I selected darker clothes hoping that this would help hide me from the rest of the world. Of course, I really only own dark clothes. But at least they're cute. George always wears bright mis-matching clothes that are absolutely horrible. Lockwood, of course, is always wearing dashingly handsome outfits. Wait, did I really just think that? He's technically my boss, so there is no way we could ever be together. That is, even if he liked someone as ugly as me.
As I walked through town, I noticed that most things looked just as I remembered them when I was little. The trees, the buildings, the people; they all looked the same. It kind of felt comforting to be home. I suddenly stopped in the middle of the square. No one was here except for me. Of course, not many people came to this square. It was just another dingy place here, but it housed something sacred.
This was the place with the plaques for the fallen heroes. The place I had vowed never to visit again. This was the place of the forgotten children.
I quickly found their names. All six of them were nestled between Regina Jones and a John Simmons. My first friends of my first agency were here, a testament to the injustices of the Problem. Their plaques were simple, with just their names, birthday, and the day they died. My friends Paul, Norrie, Julie, Steph, and Alphie-Joe. The kids who had their whole lives ahead of them only to be killed by me.
I bowed my head, deep in thought. That is, until a small, wrinkled hand touched my shoulder. I jumped and whipped around.
"Ah, sorry to startle ya dear," It was Maggie. She continued, "What are you doing here in a place like this? Shouldn't ya be enjoying the sights?" I looked at her, surprised.
"Well, there isn't really anything to do here. I'm only just visiting the memorial to my friends. Of course, it's no big deal at all," I said sarcastically. Which was a big mistake on my part.
"Now don't you get that huffy tone with me," she scolded. "I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't like that." I instantly turned bright red.
"Maggie, you know that I don't have a boyfriend. I'm too ugly for that sort of thing," I said wearily.
"Aw, Lucy, you know that you're pretty. Well, at least around these parts. But aren't you and that Lockwoosh you told me about sweet on each other?" She asked with a smile. I turned even more scarlett.
"Honestly, his name is Lockwood, and he's my boss. We're definitely not sweet on each other," I said.
"What about that George? Is he handsome?" She asked. I simply laughed.
"He's about as handsome as a bald rat covered in butter, and we hate each other," I laughed. Maggie joined in too. She soon changed the subject to a more serious matter.
"Lucy, I know all of the Wytheburn Mill stuff is eating away at you. You should just simply forget about it. You can't change the past, but you can shape your future," she said wisely.
"Are you a motivational poster now? But seriously, shouldn't you remember the past so that you can prevent some mistakes happening in the future?" I asked. She pursed her lips, deep in thought.
"I guess that's true. Look, I have an idea. Why don't you go to the place where it happened? Then you can remember and then let it all go," she said.
"But didn't they burn it all down?" I inquired.
"They did, but that can't stop you from the memories. It will be good to just get rid of it all. Trust me, I know," she answered.
"Okay fine, I guess I'll go back and get some stuff before walking up there," I stated.
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I had almost made it to Wytheburn Mill. It was the hell of my nightmares. It all really looked just like what I remembered. I made it to the crest of the hill and looked down on what used to be Wytheburn Mill. Nothing really remained; there was only a roaring stream, some rocks, and a grassy meadow with lots of pretty wildflowers. It was actually really peaceful. That is, until a voice I never wanted to hear again spoke.
"Long time, no see, Lucy," it spoke.
I turned around and that's when I saw the man I hated with all of my soul.

A/N: Sooooooo I bet you didn't expect that did you? I'm sorry if I took a while to update. I just went on a week-long trip and then had to come back to school and do make-up work. I also got sick from allergies. So yeah.
Love,
Eepster