The House of Sorrows

Chapter 43: "Perspectives pt.1"

*Lockwood's perspective*:

She'd left us. Ran off alone to catch Freddy, where...her heart broke? I don't understand.

"George, what does this mean?" I asked while pointing to the line.

After Lucy had locked the door and left we finally got in, but she was already gone, and had about an 8 minute head start to us. We had no clue where she was going until I spotted the envelope on the ground, I recognized it, she must have too. That's when I asked George where her heart broke—

"Portland row. Not the house. The street." George said, scarily calm too.

"The street? Why—I-It's where I got shot. It's where she thought I died." The realization came at me like a train, fast and harsh; unforgiving to the end.

Holly had a look on her face, the one that said she knew something. So I asked, and she explained. And suddenly, it all made sense. She was going to kill him.

The truth was painful, she couldn't. She wouldn't. Right? We all knew that time was of the essence, and we could see that she had taken the car, so we agreed that if anyone could talk her out of it, it was me. So I ran outside, "borrowed" a car and drove home as quick as the storm would allow it.

I made it just in time to see her standing in the rain, sword to his throat, boot on his chest. She really was going to do it.

"Lucy! Lucy don't! Don't do this!" I called out as loudly as I could, praying it wasn't too late.

She looked at me with a desperate look, one of pure pain. One I'd felt before. One I'd hoped I'd never see in her.

"Lucy please! Please put down the sword and we can call DEPRAC, don't kill him!" I screamed, hoping the volume would make her listen, but she didn't move a muscle.

"Lockwood, don't. Don't try and stop me, it needs to be done, he's a monster. He deserves this and more!" She yelled back, god her voice sounded so sad.

"I know, but we have him, if you kill him, no matter how justified, it'll haunt you." I was desperate, if she did this it would never be the same.

She would never be the same. I would love her no matter what, but she would never forgive herself.

"No. It won't, not anymore. Because he is the source of all my problems, all my pain. Because he is the reason I was tortured, for months, nightmares, paranoia, depression, a constant pain in my chest because I hadn't noticed I'd been holding my breath, it's him! Killing him will fix everything." She cried out, I felt tears well in my eyes.

"No it won't—" I tried to say before I was interrupted.

"—maybe not but it's worth it, the revenge, not having to look over my shoulder. Because no matter how much I tried to hide it, and say that I'm the same, I'm not. I'm not the same sweet Lucy, I'm the Lucy that watched someone she loved die in front of her, and not being able to do anything about it, and I know you know how that feels, the hopelessness. So don't try and argue. Please." She begged, she pleaded, I couldn't let her go through with this.

It would destroy her in the end.

"Luce, I know you're in pain, and I know that we're different, it's bound to be different after something like that but you're still you." I tried to reason, to make so she didn't feel like she had to do this.

The longer we went on, the more I realized it wasn't enough. Because she wasn't killing him for herself. She was killing him for us. To protect us.

But she didn't. She kept her rapier in place. Its place upon his neck.

"No, I'm not. The Lucy you knew, the one you cared about, she died when I thought that you did." There it was, that was the moment my heart broke. When she said that the girl I cared about died.

But just then her focus was redirected, to the smiling face she had fixated under her boot. Why was he smiling? What sick game was he playing...

She started yelling, and now they were arguing. She knew something was wrong as well, of course she did. She was Lucy. My Lucy. It didn't matter if she'd changed. I'll always love her.

That's when he said it. That this—her trying to kill him—was his plan for months now. He wanted her to be like him. To be a monster. How could he ever think he could do that?! How could he think that he could make her like him. And thats when she looked at me, I couldn't meet her gaze. I felt to guilty. This all started with me after all. He started hating her because she cared about me, and now this was his plan because she said she loved me. I mean, how could I meet her gaze when it was all my fault.

Then she moved her blade to his heart, she seemed like she was about to push down when he grabbed it, his hands now sliced open and covered in blood. He moved, he jumped up—oh no—he took her rapier...he cut her...bad...

"LUCY!" I screamed in my head, I'm not sure why it wasn't aloud.

It all happened so fast, Freddy and I were fighting. And she was on the ground. There was a lot of blood. Too much blood. I saw her stand, but she was off balance, she fell to her knees. As I was watching her I very nearly didn't counter Freddy's attack, but I gave one of my own. I didn't even notice her standing up until she was running full force at Freddy, then as quick as the fight had started, it had ended. Ended with her sword buried in his chest. He fell to the ground, a gasp came from him, but then it was gone. He was dead. He was finally dead.