𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮 ➪ 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱

𝗳𝗶𝗳𝘁𝘆. 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝗳𝗶𝗳𝘁𝘆

AGNES WOKE UP SECONDS LATER AFTER
she was disoriented when she woke up, gasping as she glanced towards Joplin's direction who ran after the broken mirror on the floor.
George was quick to have his hands behind the blonde's back as a form of comfort.

the older woman let out a cry, "you broke it." her voice cracked just as the horrible mirror she held in her fierce hands was.
"you stupid little boy." she let out a whisper before pausing, there was a calm whoosh and the blue light was dim, but it was sufficient.
"wait...it's working." Joplin spoke through the hissing sound and the prominent blue light that shined brighter by the second, "something's happening." Joplin gasped.
"yes, it's extraordinary!" she praised, her features no longer noticeable because of the shining light.

"whatever happens, don't look at her. don't look at it." George whispered in Agnes's ear which caused them both to look away.
Agnes and George could still hear Joplin's praises.
the two teens could hear and feel the drop in the temperature; but they didn't watch as the hissing and growling sound the mirror made when it took Joplin's face completely.

"BEAUTIFUL!" was Joplin's last words before the shining light completely lit up the woman's body, like a flashlight being held up to your finger. there was a small explosion and George and Agnes covered their faces so that the dust did not hit them.
"Agnes don't..." George said, his eyes still closed tightly together.
Agnes ignored his warnings and look towards Joplin's direction, except there was no Joplin. the only remains of the ground the missing woman kneeled on was the shattered mirror that was broken in three, still shining pieces.

"you can look now, Georgie." Agnes reassured, patting him on the shoulder. he hesitated for a second before following his friend's gaze.
seven dots came out of the broken glass, later their small shining dots became elongated figures. the tormented souls of Bickerstaff's victims.
"uh... why aren't they coming for us?" George asked in admiration as the two followed the souls.

"because of you, George. you were able to set them free." the platonic pair shared a glance, a happy and fulfilled one. they smiled and chuckled lightly before glancing at the souls.
Agnes looked over to George's shoulder, where the black shadow of Bickerstaff's ghost appeared behind the column.
"George!" there was a thundering crash as the infuriated ghost peeked over.

"what? but how did he escape? I mean his chains..." the boy asked nervously, backing away slightly.
"the blast must've blew them apart!" Agnes theorized as she stared at Bickerstaff's glowing red eyes.

"and where's your rapier?" George questioned frantically.
"I don't know!" Agnes replied.

there seemed to be something so hypnotizing about a ghosts eyes, especially one of such powerful measures.
and Agnes and George could feel it. because they couldn't take their eyes off of the red glowing eyes that met them in a creased look.
"he's locking us. I can't move!" Agnes said nervously, the fear of being stuck on one of the machines back at DEPRAC was simply terrifying.
"me neither!" George whimpered at the same level of fear, "I can't look away. I'm sorry about everything, Agnes."  there was about forty centimeters of space between the two teenagers and the thundering cloud.
"as am I." Agnes whined before Bickerstaff snarled, his mouth opening like a lion ready to consume it's prey.