Agnes Berkshire was born with life handed to her in a silver platter, yet she still chose to run away.
Winding up in the city of London, working at an agency run by two boys with no adult supervision; in which she absolutely despises the owner.
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"WHAT THE HELL ANTHONY?" Agnes frowned once they stopped in a alley. "Flo was right. total psychos." the boy breathed, pointing at the direction they ran from. "not them. you! you were literally begging him to kill you!" Agnes opened up her mouth in disbelief.
"I prefer to call it a noble sacrifice." he defended. "oh, shut up! if I hadn't come to you then you'd just been another body!" Agnes spat in rage. "that's...that's not true. I had a plan." he lied.
"oh yeah? then please, do share." the blonde asked with sarcasm, walking closer to Lockwood's chest. "you know, I would've had a plan, if it had come to it. in the moment, I always do." he assured.
"stop. stop lying to me, Lockwood. sacrificing yourself is not a plan! do you know what I was planning to do if they'd ever hurt you or...or kill you? I was ready to kill for you, Anthony. I was actually going to." she bit her tongue hard. the boy couldn't speak, processing the words of her confession.
"what's going on? I mean. you can talk to me, whenever." Agnes widened her eyes at the thought of Lockwood dying, he was ready to go. she wasn't the only one suicidal enough to sacrifice herself for her team.
"yeah...yeah, I know." he sighed. it was hard, hard to even think of words to describe. they were stuck at the bottom of his throat. "well?" he looked down, and Agnes could figure that he wasn't gonna talk. "if you won't say anything then let's just get out of here." Agnes turned around, walking in the cold streets of London with Anthony following after her.
"I don't wanna go back there, they can keep the bloody mirror." Agnes shuddered. "you saw where it was?" his steps became quicker with his spark of interest. "yeah. locked up. but now they'll probably move it since I found it." Agnes sighed.
"we can't let Winkman and Carver get away with it though!" Agnes came into a halt, widening her eyes. Lockwood stopped next to her. "what is it?" he touched her shoulder.
"George and Lucy are home alone." Agnes faced him with panic. "so?" Lockwood questioned. "by this hour Carver could've gotten your note, which has our address." Agnes reminded.
"now we get a cab." Lockwood and Agnes nodded, hurrying off.
Lockwood opened the door to 35 Portland Row. Agnes entered first, her rapier closed in her fist as she took a look around. she sighed in relief upon seeing George and Lucy. "you said midnight!" George whined, him and Lucy had been checking the clock for hours now.
"you didn't wait up, did you?" Agnes asked. "of course we did!" Lucy responded, walking down the stairs onto the landing.
"where's the mirror?" George asked, not seeing the object in neither of his friend's hands. "what the hell have you been doing?" "I'll tell you later." Lockwood promised between shaky breaths. four loud bangs made it's way onto the door. they all turned to face it.
