Lockwood & Co. The Shattered Glass

Chapter 16

Lockwood's P.O.V

I'm dead.

That's the first thought running thought my head. I am so very dead. I'm not living. I'm-

"Well, well, well Mr. Lockwood. I'm impressed." A familiar voice called from my inky abyss.

Then I felt something.

Pain.

I hurt everywhere. My back especially. It felt like I was just hit with a 2000 lbs. truck. Wouldn't that kill me thought? The pain I felt was immense and I felt I would die from it. But I was already dead. Is this what death was like? No no no. It can't be.

"I know you can hear me. Confusion is written all over your face." It was John talking to me.

I cracked my eyes open to see an unfamiliar ceiling. My body ached and it was freezing. I tried to sit up, but ended collapsing back down onto the metallic surface beneath me. I groaned in pain.

"Ah, ah, ah! You shouldn't try to use your muscles at this point. You and I both know you took a nasty fall." Memories of what had happened flooded my mind.

"Is she... safe?" I managed to croak out. Talking hurt just as much as moving did.

"Ms. Carlyle? For the time being, yes." He answered. I didn't like that answer.

"What do... you mean?" I asked with a scratchy voice.

"Well, she's quite torn up about your "death". She won't eat, won't sleep. Hell, she won't even talk to anyone but Mr. Cubbins!" He replied.

I didn't like what my "death" was doing to her.

"And George?" I asked.

"Mr. Cubbins isn't fairing too well ether. He doesn't eat too much and he's very irritable." I cringed at hearing that. It's the same way he acted when Lucy left. I attempted to sit up again. This time John came and helped me.

"So I'm... Alive?" I checked.

"Yes, you are." He walked over to somewhere and I heard metallic items clash together. I tried to stand. My legs felt like pudding and I fell to the ground. Again, it hurt like hell. John rushed to my side and helped me back up to sitting on the cold, stony surface from before.

"Mr. Lockwood, you really must keep your health in mind right now. You have a few broken ribs. You're lucky there was at least a foot of snow to save you from cracking your skull. Not to mention you have a fervor now for being in the cold for so long." He sounded like Holly when Lucy comes home from work after a touch case.

I looked around and found that I wasn't in a room. We were in a crypt. The surface I was sitting on was a tomb. I sensed more than natural cold as well. There was something in here. I turned to where the feeling became most prominent. What I saw shocked me.

The skull - more so, it's ghost - floated in an iron chain circle. It's sunken, black eyes locked with mine. It spread its decayed mouth parted into a psychotic and evil smile. Its skin at many parts was missing, only left for me to see bones and muscles. The skin was rotted and from where I could see the muscles, they were mush seeping from the openings in its skin. The cloths it wore were 18th century styled. They were formal, old and coming apart at the seems. Its hair was a tattered mess, untamed by the years. The supernatural green glow from the nightmarish being lit the place up.

I yelled in supersize and terror and fell back on the ground. It let out a scratchy, dry, psychotic laugh.

"Ah, Mr. Lockwood! I see you've found something." He sighed as he helped me back up.