𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮 ➪ 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱

𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗸𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀.

"I STILL FEEL...WEIRD.
I... can you guys still hear flies? I-I can hear flies and..." George stuttered.
"don't know. there's just too much noise." Lucy bit her top lip, Agnes hummed in agreement.

"what was that in there with him? some sort of ornament? a mirror?" Lockwood glanced at George.
"I don't know. it was black, but there was something in the blackness. I... I didn't see it directly, but it felt like it was looking at me. could explain the iron casket." George concluded, but it was still confusing.
"it must've been down there over a hundred years, way before the Problem started." Lucy furrowed her eyebrows as she thought.
"silver and iron have always been used by the superstitious. he was shot in the head too, did you see?" the boy in glasses glanced to his companions.

"yeah, it's not our problem. a job's a job, and it's done now, so it's time for DEPRAC to go and tidy it all up." Lockwood dismissed any theories, it didn't matter anyways.
"see?" Sebastian Saunders walked towards the group with a satisfied smile. "all someone had to do was apply themselves. wasn't so difficult, was it? good work, Mr.Lockwood!" Agnes frowned at his words.
"if you'll come with me, sign a few forms, I can release payment." Lockwood smiled in relief, walking away with the man.
"perfect." he breathed.
"keep an eye on George." he told both girls in a low voice.

"well done. is it wrong that I feel a bit excited? sorry. it's just so nice being part of a... proper team. um... do you mind if I ask you a few questions? I just need any details that might help identifying the body."  Joplin smiled towards Agnes, who politely refused the offer.

she walked towards a grave with a skull on top of it— Lucy following the blonde in the same captivity.
the listeners could hear squeaks and rattles.
before the skull brought them to the basement.
the Skull in the basement screeched at the girls, it screamed their names loud enough to hurt their head.

"it said our names..." Lucy looked over to Agnes, who widened her eyes in shock.
"what the actual fuck."
"it spoke to us. that thing, it- it said our names!"  Agnes nodded as Lucy spoke.
suddenly a huge black cloud formed over the sky where the unmarked grave had been. George had accidentally removed the silver net from the corpse.

high pitched screeches agonized both Lucy's and Agnes's ears, they tried covering it but the sound wasn't nearly muffled.
the black shadow brought a intense wind, leaves from the trees flew around the graveyard.
the tornado turned into the shadow of a ghost who screamed out loud. and in the adrenaline of it all Agnes took her dirty rapier from her holster, running towards the shadow monster before throwing it at it's heart, the creature cried out in pain.
"GEORGE!" Lockwood warned.

George picked up the silver net, throwing it on the corpse once more. the shadow had disappeared, the voices had been silenced and the strong wind faded.
Agnes breathed in relief.
the blonde took her friend's hand —ignoring Lockwood's cries— bringing away the girl to a cab.
they had reached home.