I wake up to the sound of screaming. I also wake up to a foul smell that isn't to familiar to me, but I know it. Blood. I jump up and the screaming gets more shrill. I open my eyes only to get stabbed in the neck with something. It was a sharp, butterfly needle. The unknown intruder injected something through the needle. I scream as I fall to the sticky floor. Then I remember something I saw before the person objected the stuff. I saw sticky, crimson, blood everywhere. And by everywhere I mean on the walls, the couch, the floor, it's just to much for me to bear. The worse thing is who I saw. Lockwood. Dead. On the floor, blood gushing from a wound but above his little ribcage. George was pinned against the wall, with knives in his wrists, ankles, giggly stomach, and his little pudgy nose. I started to sob. Not typical sobs, heart-broken sobs, shaking me to the marrow of my bones. I let all my horrors, sorrow, everything I didn't want to happen has happened. My new family at Lockwood And Co. has been murdered brutally, I might add. All while I sobbed, it was harder to move, it was like I was being paralyzed. I was terrified.
"J-just ta-ta-ke me!" I screamed between sobs. "Just KILL ME NOW! PLEASE." I begged with horror and sorrow overtaking my voice. I was still in the little bed Lockwood made for me. Lockwood. I didn't even get to tell him how I felt. All that blushing. Fluttering butterflies jumping in my insides. I realize all what all that meant. I love him.
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Okay, I know this is super short, but it is a good cliffhanger. Please don't murder me, *hides behind a statue of Apollo* I will try to make the next chapter longer and it will explain this one. Remember you can always come to me if you don't understand.
Good night I am tired.
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Lockwood loves expresso
ФанфикThis is a series of cute little things I think of. It is based of the book Lockwood & Co (which I haven't finished the series yet). I hope you enjoy. I've got ideas from other wattpad users. ON HOLD !!!!!!!!!
