Lockwood & Co. The Shattered Glass

Chapter 7

3rd Person

George looked at Chris. She stood, overlooking the concrete pillars sticking out of the ground. They only came up to he mid shin. She took out a flask and drank from it. George walked over to her.

"Stop drinking." He ordered.

"I always drink before I start work." She laughed. "Don't ever get in the habit of drinking though. It's not worth it."

"Then why do you?" He asked.

"Because I'm not a healthy person." She noted.

"Bitch, do I look healthy to you?" He snapped. She didn't reply.

Rosalina and George started blabbing on about something or other.

Chris stared blankly off into the green ghost fog, forming around her feet. Now she remembered why she had started drinking in the first place. Many other thoughts and memories flowed threw her mind in one brief moment.

All in one moment, she could just stare out at the infant dark abyss of the night sky. The inky blackness seemed to sallow her whole as she lost herself in the darkness. Time itself slowed to a stop, swamping her with forgotten feelings. They came whenever, stopping time and possessing her thoughts. Thoughts of her younger brother, her best friend, her murdered family.

Yes, Chris was a lair. She had bent and concealed the truth to make things seem tame in her past. She didn't pride herself on her past. It was horrid and she'd rather forget herself then remember what she lost.

There was a reason as to why she taken such a bitter hate toward major agency's. Shed rather not share that reason. It was a selfish one. She shouldn't still hate Ms. Fitties, and yet she does. She'll never forgive her for what she did. 

But it's not like she'd tell anyone. She'd keep it all to herself. No one needs to know how hurting she is. After all, people saw her as "selfish" if she cried because there were others who had it worse. It's been forever since Chris considered that someone would care. That was just how Chris came to be raised.

And all at once, that frozen moment defrosted, and time sped up again. Shadows moved, noise could be heard, George and Rosalina walked over to Chris. A blank stare plagued her expression, almost as if all life had left her for a moment. Like her soul reached out and touched freedom for that one brief moment. Not she was back to being condemned in the same suffering body.

"Chris?" George called. "Something wrong?"

Chris snapped into reality again. She violently shook her head, forcing herself into her body again.

"No, I'm fine. Just zoned out for a second." She answered and smiled at the two younger beings in front of her. Neither of them seemed convinced.

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Kipps and Holly sat in silence together. They didn't really know each other, so they couldn't really talk. The silence was killing Kipps.

"What's the temperature?" He asked, hoping to make small talk.

"37°" She told.

The silence came back.

Well that was quick.

"How long have you known Chris?" Holly suddenly asked.

"Longer then Tony." He answered. "I used to partner with her on spare cases. She and I met on a case many years ago."

"How long have you known Lucy?" She asked.

"Not as long as Tony." He sighed. "She's a mystery to me."