The Abandoned Sanatorium (Lockwood & Co: FanFiction)

⊗ Part 6: Behind The Red Door ⊗

The oozing Ectoplasm cascaded around our shaking silhouettes like a blanket swathing an antique bed, I hooked my fingers around the hilt of my rapier relentlessly as each of us swatted at the luminescent liquid, which simply burned against the solidified iron point. Every shuddering heartbeat seemed to worsen our situation, by that logic, our hearts hammering a 100 Miles per minute, it seemed to be as bloody endless as George on the Loo. The psychic chatter had arose onto maximum level by now, which could have also been the blood roaring in my ears or my own lungs screaming for
oxygen, I could barely foresee the difference, the phantasmagoric lighting was unbearable by now, and it seemed to almost cause agonizing pain to simply my corneas. I planted my feet together simultaneously as the waves of Ectoplasm washed over us each, I yelped as the acid-like formula gnawed into the fabric-lining of my shoes and lapped at my foot, we wouldn't be able to make it through this is if we didn't get out of here right now. My eyes lingered along the brightening walls of the Sanatorium staircase, I then spotted what appeared to be a shadow prowling along the walls just above an iron grating, it appeared to be a female, long flowing hair that bounced along her aligning shoulders like a store-bought box of biscuits, could it actually be Allison Lockwood..? Behind the tremors of pain shooting up my legs and the ectoplasm gnawing at my skin like acid, I could almost hear the inaudible whispers of Allison; "Through the Wall."

"Finn! Help me get this grating open!" I hollered over my hammering heartbeat.
"What!?" Finn hollered back, his limbs tangled alongside George and Vernons.
"We can crawl through the grating!" managing to fit my rapier into the screws.
"That's genius!" Vernon said slightly hushed.

We each took turns stabbing at the grating with our solid-tipped Rapiers, the ectoplasm had grown a significant amount (almost up to our ankles) and the acid-like pain was next to excruciating for each of us, I could almost feel the life kneading away from me as each agonizing second passed, the malaise setting in, death seemingly so bloody sweet. I linked my arms up with George as we rammed ourselves into the grating, the rusted hinges gave away and the iron grate collapsed into the darkened pool of other-worldly light which blew up in a distinguishing haze of metallic-smelling smoke. I ventured into the cramped space of the grate tunnels, cobwebs grasping my tunic as I hurriedly began my descent into the cramped metal hallways, after a few moments of catching my breath and easing my ghost-touched limbs, each of us were joined together in the cramped space, which was a whole other kind of idiotic.

"Is everyone alright?" Finn piped in.
"Yeah" we each mimicked.
"O-okay." He said slouching slightly.
"What form of ghost was that? I presume it might have been some sort of evolved wraith, but it also resembled a fetch with its ability to mimick Lockwood, a fetch nor wraith can do both." Vernon speculated from behind his large, cracked round glasses.
"That's the least of our problems, Bobby, we need to find the others and exterminate this rubbish source."
"Stop fighting." George hissed.

I wrenched my arm free from a decaying cobweb and lurched forward down the metal hallway relentlessly, we couldn't stay here much longer without this fetch--wraith whatever this bloody thing was, hunting us down and adding our souls to the list of murdered subjects. I felt the cold hand of Finn resting on my shoulder, I turned around as he stared at me with silent compassionate eyes;

"Lucy.. I know you want to find them, I do too, but--"
"What are you trying to say Finn?" I snapped.
"We've been searching for hours, Lucy. Not even the slightest hint of where they might be has shown up, I don't think we have much chance of--"
"You know what, just shut up! If your not going to help me, I'll find them myself."
"Lucy, just stop being like this." George cut in, his tone slightly fiery.
"What's in it for you? You don't have the slightest hope of finding them either."
"Lucy, You go off to find them and most likely die trying, we'll just go off and find the nearest café." Vernon grinned formally as he adjusted his glasses.
"I can't believe you guys.." I muttered under my breath as we each parted ways, slumping off along the metal staircase which I proposed might have been the way to the cafeteria, I hissed a barely audible curse from under my shaking breath as not much sooner felt the chain of metal stability wobbling from beneath me, a small grating was visible below me, and even further beyond that, was a room, blood splattered the Sanatorium walls and a foul scent lingered along the moonlit floor with an awning sense of malaise, and death.