Anthony Lockwood layed there for four months. Eating, occasionally getting up to pee, but never doing anything. The ghost touch had left scars, but it had nothing on the absence of Lucy Joan Carlyle. The enigmatic boy, now replaced with a droopy stranger. George sighed. On that night 4 months ago, he had rushed Lockwood to an ambulance, only when he heard his best friend mutter her name, he rushed back into the abbey, oblivious of ghosts, to go find his comrade. She was no where to be found.
Lockwood had been in a coma for a month, and the first word he said when he came out was 'lucy'. Explaining what had happened was like sticking needles in Georges heart. Luckily flo bones had joined the company and was there to support him,(with the exception she was paid in liquorice).
Lockwood was slightly better, about a month ago, but then the news came back. Lucy's body was never found. Then he just layed there eating, drinking, peeing, his clothes hadn't been washed for three weeks, he stank like a pig. George and flo both had to get secondary jobs at the local co-op. They hadn't had a case in three days. George was starting to give up hope.
AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH I READ THE HOLLOW BOY I WAN'T TO MURDER JSTROUD I MEAN THE ENDING. This story takes place after the whispering skull and I may add in holly later, but it will be for a different reason. Thnx for 315 reads it means alot. Also read books by @zoeawsome
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Where did she go? A Lucewood fanfic
FanfictionLockwood and co have been going strong for a year, or so they thought. George was less annoying, Lucy was finally accepting her weird abilities, and Lockwood, well, what can I say about Lockwood. But then the night at Leon abbey changed all that...
