Hello, everyone !
This is the first time I wrote a fanfic about Lockwood & Co !
I hope you enjoy it ! :D
*I'm sorry for my grammar mistakes, I'm still learning :)*
Disclaimer : All rights goes to Jonathan Stroud
"Remind me why are we here again."
"It's our duty to be here."
Silence.
"Why are we here again?"
"To do our job."
Silence.
"Again, why?"
I rolled my eyes. "George!"
George scowled. He mumbled something which I presumed another same question.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked in great annoyance. "You've been asking me the same damn question for the past two hours!"
George's not-so-handsome look worsened. "Well, keep reminding me why, Lucy, cause in my sane state, I wouldn't be here!"
"What is your deal anyway?" I growled.
Just before George blurted out anything, a loud cry was heard. It came from below him. I looked down.
A child cried while he was looking at George. Crying out loud. George gave him another sour look, and he basically ran away to his mother.
"Mommy!" he screamed. "That is one ugly clown! And he's glaring at me!"
His mother patted his head and took him away from George.
"Well, that's my deal, Lucy!" he said. "Another crying kid because of my stupid look."
I pushed down the urge to burst out laughing, because I knew it would just gonna hurt George more. But seriously, who wouldn't? Imagine being in a night market with tons of attractions and clowns were scattered everywhere. Now, one of those clowns were as round as a ball, with bright red Afro hair, red nose, white face, and polka dots attire. Imagine that clown giving off a sour look and a unhappy smile all the time. And the moment he did smile, it was so wide, as if his smile wanna ripped his face into half.
That's George.
Well, probably others thought he was one damn scary clown, but seeing children kept fleeing away from him was one funny sight.
I patted his round back. "Come on George, this isn't as bad as you imagine it would be."
He scowled again and sent another crying kid away. "You said that because you looked so damn normal to me. Why am I the only one that must become a clown?"
I smiled softly. "Ask Lockwood for that." I said.
Another scowl. "And where is that guy anyway?"
I pointed a merry-go-round. "He's there." I said. "Trying to uhm... do something."
"Like what?" George scowled again. "Go charm the ladies?"
I laughed dryly. "For information." I added.
"Her phone number?"
"For our job, George."
"I have presented enough information, Luce."
"He's going for extra information." I corrected.
"Like what?"
I ransacked my brain. "Uhm... Say, about the appearances?"
George rolled his eyes and it resulted in a high pitched scream from a young little miss. "Do you think those ladies can see?" he asked. "Screw this stupid costume."
I glanced over to the merry-go-round. "No."
"Then why is he asking them?"
I opened my mouth but then closed it again right after. A minute silence fell upon us.
"I don't know." I said quietly.
"Che, admit it, Luce, he's cheating."
I widened my eyes and smacked George on his head. "Hey! He's not that kind of man!"
George rolled his eyes again. "Remind me why I wanted to be stuck with you two lovebirds."
I smacked him again. "I'm not seeing him!"
"Not yet." George corrected. "Soon-to-be. Whatever."
I glared at my round partner. "George, I swear-"
"Ssh."
A vein popped in my head. What the heck?
"Geo-"
"Ssh." George said and covered my mouth with his hand. "Two o'clock to your right. Don't turn your body."
Me and George was sitting on a unoccupied bench, about seven meters away from the merry-go-round. He was wearing his clown attire, and I wore my usual attire. Without my rapier, because that thing would just catch any unwanted attentions. I was sitting beside the unhappy clown.
I turned my head a bit and glanced with the corner of my eyes. A flickering light was there. Between the trees surrounding this night market.
"Is that the visitor?" I asked after George put down his hand.
"Probably. But that's too weak." George said.
"Type one maybe." I said.
"Not so sure about that, Luce. The client did say it had caused some.. nasty things."
I gave George my question look. "But that's too faint for being a type two."
Just then, a gush of chill wind said hello to us. The hair on my neck suddenly rose up. I shivered and George winced.
"Okay, I'm starting to think that is our visitor." he said.
I glanced at Lockwood who was still talking gods-know-what to a bunch of women. I looked at the flickering light with the corner of my eyes again, and now it was getting brighter. I could see its hair. Long, and seemed silky.
George looked at his watch, hidden behind his long polka dots sleeve. "It's only eight o'clock now."
"And there are so many people." I said. The light was getting brighter now. I could see its waving dress. Simple, it was a one piece with short sleeves. Judging from the color, probably it was used to be white.
"I'm pretty sure that's a type two. It's getting chiller here. Probably around ten degrees." George said.
"But this is weird, George." I said. "This place is not haunted, there are many people here, and it's only eight. How come it shows itself?"
Now, I could see its face. A face of young lady, with empty sockets and somehow a misshaped mouth. I froze. Gosh, her head was somehow bent awkwardly to one side.
"Broken neck." George whispered. "And is her mouth ripped?"
Another shudder as the wind got chiller.
"Roughly guess, now it's seven degrees." George said.
I perked up my ears and listened. It was my gift anyway. I could only hear the gentle sound of the wind, people's murmurs, mine and George's breath.
"Got anything?" George asked.
I shook my head. Now I could see her face clearly. She was staying there, between the trees.
"Maybe we should call Lockwood." I said.
"He's still on his attempts to charm ladies." George said after a quick glance.
I gasped. She was starting to float forward. About three meters away from us.
"George!" I squeaked. George immediately knew.
"Probably we should run to Lockwood." George said. "He got our stuffs."
"He's about thirty-five meters away!" I said, and she was getting closer now. "Don't you bring iron or anything?"
"Do you actually think a clown was supposed to bring anything like iron?" George asked.
Two and half meters. "George!"
"Dammit, Luce, of course I bring nothing!" George said. "I'm a clown!"
Both of us were starting to panic and she was getting awfully closer now. Two meters away and she was closing in fast. One and half meters away. It was getting colder, probably about five degrees. I was starting to shiver.
Just then, my ears got something.
Cold... It's so cold...
I blinked. What was that? Did she just talk? One meter away now.
"Luce.." George called, but I stayed there on the bench. I wanted to listen.
Cold... I'm cold...
George tugged my coat's sleeve. "Luce, she's so close.."
"Ssh." I said.
I'm cold.
And she rushed forward, closing the gap. She was smiling wide, with her broken neck.
Done !
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