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Hey, I'm Summer! This is a followup story to I'm Mad, But It's Not My fault. Me and my friend Amelia published on her account The Greedy Reader 1. So go check that out first or you won't really understand where a few of the characters came from and why their here.

Grace P.O.V.

Damn the jar!

Damn the 'experiments'!

Damn George, damn Lockwood! Wait don't damn them . . . It's not strictly speaking their fault . . . But still, they deserves to be punished! Naughty Lockwood! Naughty George! Naughty, naughty boy's . . .

At first it was fine, they all talked to me regularly, asked me lots of questions too. But then . . . then they started blaming me for the fact I didn't know the answers to their questions. They said that I was tricking them, hiding information from them, lying to them. Well, I was most certainly doing no such thing.

Theo refused to talk to them, so they kept her on the shelf under a black cloth. I couldn't see her or hear her. The only company I had was the skull . . . And a fat lot of friendliness he was, always making snide remarks, sassy remarks, witty remarks . . . Well I'll tell you now, he was most certainly not funny 'Not so friendly now are they!' and 'Thought they were your friend did you?' the evil cackling soon got more than a little tiresome.

They kept warning me that if I didn't answer their questions I would pay. Well I soon found out what they meant by pay, and it didn't involve money like I had assumed. Instead of a fine I got fire. They put me outside, and let me burn. I screamed at them to make it stop, to please, please make it stop, I would try harder, I would try to understand the questions, and I would try to find the answers. But I honestly didn't know the answers to their silly questions, so I blistered and burned.

Then they put me in the oven, until I was a shriveled charred blistering blob of ectoplasm. And then they blasted me with specs of salt. But I couldn't do anything, I couldn't answer their questions. I heard them arguing all the time about whether or not I was actually lying. George didn't care about whether I was in pain, he just wanted answers.

Lockwood thought that I wasn't human, and I guess he's right, I'm not human, but I'm not an animal, and you wouldn't burn an animal alive. Lockwood thought that I didn't feel. But Lucy didn't have either of those excuses, so she thought that my torture was unnecessary.

The change came after my worst torturing yet. The real, actual, FIRE! George and Lockwood built a fire in the tiny back garden of 35 Portland row, and chucked me in it! It's the worst memory of my entire life (and afterlife). I screamed and burned and suffocated, I writhed around in my jar, screaming at them to let me out. But all they did was enthuse about how the skull didn't react to fire the way I did.

But Lucy heard my screams, and it turns out Lockwood and George were torturing me behind her back. She had made them promise to stop doing experiments on me, but they just wanted to try one last thing, or two, or three last things.

So Lucy pulled my from the fire. And was very angry at Lockwood and George, shouting and arguing commenced. But I didn't notice, I was too busy writhing in pain, I was suffocating and burning and tingling all over.

Lucy took my jar down into the basement where I was usually kept.

"It's over, it's over! Stop screaming . . . Why are you screaming?!" She started the sentence reassuringly, but ended it shouting.

"Help, burning, burning . . ." I choked, "can't . . . Breathe . . . Get . . . Me . . . OUT!"

"I can't let you out! Lockwood would kill me, not to mention the danger you pose . . ." She hesitated watching me gasp for air. "Ok, I'm letting you out, but if you try anything funny your going straight back in . . ."

And now I'm out, out of the damn jar. But I can hear something now, a small squeaking sound, it's coming from Theo's jar.

Lucy has positioned herself in front of the door, she's turned to see if anyone's coming, so if I run I should be able to reach Theo's jar and get back in time.

I run, grab the jar, and get back inside the circle Lucy drew, no she didn't draw . . . She, sprinkled.

I pull the iron chains off the jar and I can see Theo, she's writhing and screaming, just like I was, so I pull the rubber seal from her jar, and out she pops, and she lies, panting, on floor at my feet.

Lucy yelps. "I told you no funny business!" She yells.

"Well, Theo was suffocating, like I was . . . I just . . . We can't just let her suffer . . ."

"What's going on?" Lockwood says quietly.

"Uhh, well . . . I was suffocating, so . . ." I begin, but I'm pretty sure I'm not helping, so I stop.

"So I let her out for some fresh air!" Lucy ended my sentence for me, looking defiant.

"She was suffocating, and you just thought you'd let her out? So what about Theo? Huh? Was she suffocating too?" Lockwood says angrily.

"Well, this is interesting!" Cackled the skull, grinning wickedly from the table. "Do you fancy letting me out, huh, Grace? We could show these humans whose boss, teach them some manners!"

"I'd say it's you who needs to learn some manners!" I exclaim, appalled that he would think of such a thing. I mean, that would make me just as bad as George and Lockwood, I most certainly would not like live with the guilt . . .

Lockwood leaps forward and slashes at me with his fancy Pirate Sword, his face is cold and emotionless, seeing his face so empty makes me sad. I'm too caught up examining his face to even think of dodging the fancy Pirate Sword, and it slashes my left thigh. I feel the sting and cry out. Covering the wound with my hand I slowly retreat backwards until I'm against the wall.

"Hey! Don't do that! She didn't do anything! And we were suffocating . . . Or I was at any rate!" Theo exclaims in anger.

"Ow!" I exclaim. "Now look what you've done! I'm bleeding!"

I pull my hand away and look at the blood.

"I'm . . . bleeding?" I ask, unsure now. "Ghosts don't bleed . . . do they? Did you have ketchup or something on the end of your Pirate Sword? Or did you already have blood on it, from your other victims?"

"Victims? What do you mean victims?" George says indignantly. "Your not a victim, your an evil spirit!"

"George you tortured her! I think she counts as a victim!" Lucy retorts angrily.

"Tortured?" Theo exclaims breathlessly. "How dare you! How dare you! Grace never did anything to hurt you! She wouldn't hurt a fly!"

"So how did you die then? Huh? Just decided to drop dead did you?" George asked suspiciously.

"It was an accident . . ." I whisper, turning white with the memory.

Theo had crept into the house, scared and worried. I had seen the fear in her face and decided she needed cheering up, so I said 'hello', and she just stood there staring at me. I was so happy to meet another human that I hugged her. I didn't know that I would hurt her, but obviously I did, she got ghost-touched and . . . Best not to think about what happened next.

"It wasn't her fault . . . She didn't know she would hurt me, she didn't want to hurt me . . ." Theo mumbles. "She was giving me a hug! She was trying to cheer me up, but . . ."

"Yeah, that's what she said, how do you know it's true? I had all the right to use persuasion, she's probably done worse in her time," George said defensively.

Lockwood just stood there looking at the cut on my leg.

"Guys, your missing the point!" I exclaim, annoyed that I had let their silly argument sidetrack me.

"And the point is?" George asked irritably.

"I'm bleeding! Bleeding I say! And ghosts don't bleed! I'm a human!" Oh my god that's right! I'm human!

I start to jump up and down squealing, "I'm human! Human! Human! Human!"

I stopped jumping, and glanced around.

Theo had fallen asleep.

Lockwood was gaping at me, a pained expression on his face.

George was practically glowing with excitement, his beady eyes bulging.

Lucy was just stood there, confused and disbelieving.

Black creeps into the edges of my vision. It's slowly creeping in until it's all I can see.

Hey mister black nice to meet you! Where are you taking me?

I beam and then giggle excitedly. Joey said he has a surprise, I love surprises!

I'm waiting for him to bring me the surprise. I wonder what it will be . . .?

He said he would just be a minute. There he is, he's walking rather slowly, his fluffy brown hair waving gently in the summer breeze.

What has he got? It's a . . . A . . . Knife? Maybe his surprise is a cake and the knife is for cutting it!

"Joey! What's the surprise?" I ask, trying to sound unknowing, "I love cake, I hope it's cake!" I say, to reassure him that I'll like it.

" I don't . . . But . . . If I . . . They said that . . ." He stuttered, then his sentence trailed off. He starts to cry, and tremble.

"What? Who? What?" I say, confused. What on earth is he talking about? Who is he talking about? What does he mean? Surely the knife . . . Oh!

"Oh my god! Little bro!" I choke on my tears. "Who? What do they . . .? Who . . .?" I trail off, shocked and horrified.

WHO IS FORCING MY LITTLE BROTHER TO KILL ME?

"I . . . I'm . . . Please . . . No . . .!" He starts to cry harder, then shakes his head. "I won't! No matter what they say, I . . . can't! Not even if . . . Whatever they do to me."

I lurch forward, and grab the knife. I rap my arms around him, one last hug before-

"Joe . . . It'll be fine. I promise. Go tell mum that I love her, please?" I say, sad and angry, and sort of happy too. I'm happy because I'm loved, and no matter what I will always be loved . . .

"Why?" He asks, nervously.

"Just tell her . . . That I say thank you . . . For everything. And Joe . . . I love ya . . ." I say.

" . . . Okay," He says, after a pause.

He walks off. And I pick the knife up off the warm beige patio tiles. I look around carefully, to make sure Joe has left. Then I plunge the knife, pointy tip first, into my chest.

Theo P.O.V.

I watch as Grace jumps up and down in excitement.

If she's human then I must be too . . .

I blackout!

Me and my sister are walking down the street. The lights are on and it is cold, dark, and raining.

"I wanna go see what's in the shop!" Anna squeals. She has big green eyes and long brown hair, like mine. She is seven.

My heart melts as she smiles at me, her big green eyes lighting up. No one knows where she got those eyes.

"Okay," I laugh. "Stay close to me, remember?" I run after her.

"Come on! Teo. Come on!" She calls over the hustle and bustle of the crowd around us.

I run after her. "Anna? Where are you?" I call. I can't see her anymore. "ANNA?" Panic grips me. "ANNA? ANNA WHERE ARE YOU?" I scream. I run through the crowd and see no sigh of her.

Anna . . . I've lost you! No! No! No! I'll find you if it's the last thing I do . . .

Tears spring into my eyes and spillover down my cheeks. I know the dangers that the night can bring.

I glimpse the shop she wanted to go in. Then I see them. Two masked figures. They have Anna!

"Get off her!" I yell rushing towards them. A crowd of tourists move in front of me, blocking my view of Anna and the masked lot. By the time I push my way through them Anna and the masked people are running down a small alleyway.

"I'll hold this one up," says one of the masked men or women. He or she stops and turning to face me pulling a rapier from their belt. I mimic them, pulling my rapier out of my belt.

"Give me back my sister you bastard!" I say, stepping forward.

"Actually I think I'm gonna keep her!" He spits back.

I lunge at him. He didn't think I had the guts, taken unawares he stumbles and falls. I don't even stop to think as I plunge my rapier into the chest. Then I am running after the other one. I can see them up ahead.

"Turn around or I shoot!" A voice yells from behind me. I slowly obey. Yet another masked figure stands behind me, holding a gun. The gun is pointing at my chest.

Sh*t!

"Teo I'm scared," Anna whimpers.

"It'll be alright, Anna," I assure her. I was the hardest thing I have ever done. I new we'd both die here in this ally, tonight.

"Just let my sister go and take me instead of her, please," I beg.

"No!" Came the harsh reply.

I just act. Jumping at him, not caring if I live or die. The gun goes off once, twice, three times. The first bullet hits me in the leg, the second hits the man holding Anna, the third goes somewhere I can't see.

I tackle the man to the ground and point the gun at him. Bang! I had just killed for the second time.

"Anna are you okay?" I ask turning to face her. She was lying on the ground, and she was dead.

All I have left of her is a wooden lama-thing my she had made me. She had said it was a lama, but it didn't look like one. It looked like a badly carved piece of wood. But it was still sweet.

Grace P.O.V.

I awake with a start, but I keep my eyes closed. I don't think I like mister black . . . He shows me bad things. But at least I remember Joey my thirteen year old brother, three years younger than me. He was always more mature than me, just as jolly as me, but not nearly as spontaneous. He was funny, happy, clever, not crazy! I smile sadly.

I probably shouldn't have been so angry, but being a new ghost is hard. I didn't ever harm him, or my parents, I took out my anger on other things. I broke vases, pulled apart pillows, chased the cat, smashed plates and glasses, bent cutlery, I even cracked the TV screen.

That's why they moved out I guess . . . First they hired one of the new 'psychic agents' who had started popping up all over the place. It was about now that 'the problem' started.

The new agent was Theo! She came round and . . . Well, you know the rest.

When Theo died my Mum and Dad got scared, they didn't know that I hadn't meant to hurt her. I searched the papers and listened to the news, but I never heard anything about a Jazmin or a Daniel, my parents, to my knowledge, they died normally. But I did hear something, about the person I had stayed behind for, Joey went missing three years after I died. So in the end, I failed.

I can guess what my source is now, a picture. A picture of me and my brother. But they took it away when they moved house.

Now I just stay behind for the sake of it. I stay behind because staying is better than fading away.

I open my eyes. Lucy is stood in the far corner of the room dusting. Wait! She appears to have changed . . . She has a different body shape, a different face . . . But the same skin color . . . What?

"Lucy . . . What has happened to you? Don't worry! I'm sure there's a remedy. And if not you can always get plastic surgery!" I reassure her.

"I'm not Lucy! How can you even compare me to her! Lucy is a . . . a slob!" The girl who is apparently not Lucy says horrified.

For some reason mister black shouts COW, but she's not a cow. She's a human . . . Or is she? I compare the two in my head. Cow, human, cow, human, cowman, humow . . . Wait, what?

"Oh! Not Lucy! Not human? Help me! LUCY HELP ME! There is a cow in my room, and it has the same skin tone as YOU!" I start of the sentence normally and then steadily grow in pitch and volume.

"Uh, I don't know your name . . . Your a new recruit. I was told you banged your head . . . Are you okay?" The cow asks.

Lucy runs into the room.

"What? What do you-" She spots the cow, "Uh, Grace did you mean to insult Holly? Or do you actually think she's a cow . . ." She asks, unsure and visibly astounded.

"What do you mean? She's not a cow? Why does Mister Black say cow?" I ask, confused. "I mean I thought she was a human too! But Mister black said cow!"

"Okay . . . Well . . . Uh, Well, she's human, okay? Holly isn't a . . . Cow," Lucy says, I think she's a bit creeped out.

"Okay," I agree easily.

"Well, maybe you should go Holly. I think you've scared Grace," Lucy says, sounding . . . Happy, no, something else . . . I can't tell.

"Well, if I scared her how is she going to deal with ghosts? You should really have asked me before you hired her," Holly says skeptically.

"Oh no, I think she'll be just fine when it come to ghosts Holly!" Lucy assures her coolly.

"I see. Well, I better go then. Like you say, we wouldn't want to scare the new agent," She says, emphasizing certain words.

Mister Black cries out in anger and indignation. He says that cow means nasty. Well if that's the case Holly really is a cow, a human cow at that.

Come to think of it Holly is a very good name for a cow!

"Cow," I mutter, as Holly the cow leaves the room.

"Well," breaths someone from the door.

"Are you another cow?" I ask, skeptically. "Oh, I know what cow means now! Mister Black explained that it means 'nasty person'. I still think Holly is a cow though, a human cow!" I explain, seeing Lucy's worried expression.

"No I'm not a cow," Lockwood says from the door. "Well, maybe I am, I guess you will have to decide."

"Not a cow . . . Just misinformed. You know I used to be a ghost but I could feel, and well . . . Can I say this without you biting my head off?" I ask.

"Maybe. I won't guarantee anything," Lockwood says cautiously.

"Well . . . I just want to share . . . To give you my sympathy. I had a . . . sibling, too. Only mine was a little brother not an older sister," I say quietly. Please, please don't bite my head off!

"Oh?" Was all he said.

"Don't you want to know how I know? Aren't you angry? What kind of reaction is that?" I burst out, annoyed. It's one thing to get blown off your feet by the force of someone's anger and another thing completely to have no idea what they're thinking.

"Well . . . No. To be honest I don't want to talk about it at all, especially not to you. I mean I don't even know you!" Lockwood says, his cold anger is strong, like cordial you forgot to dilute. I have to say, Lockwood would make a very scary ghost.

"Well, I'll tell you about my brother, but later. I think I should tell you all at the same time, so that I only have to do it once, like you say, I don't especially want to talk about it," I say, the thought of my brother making me somber.

"Well we'll get Theo, and you can go downstairs and find George." Lucy says all business like.

"Ok, downstairs I go," I say, happy to be doing something decisive.

I drift downstairs on my toes, and drift directly, BANG, into the door.

I fall back and land on my bum. The door opens and George looks at me, eyes popping.

"I'm a human, right?" I ask.

"Uh, yes," he confirms.

"And humans are made of molecules, right?" I ask.

"Uh, yes," he confirms.

"And molecules are made of atoms, right?" I ask.

"Uh, yes," he confirms.

"And atoms are mad of a nucleus with electrons around it, right?" I ask.

"Uh, that's right," he confirms.

"And theres' gap between the nucleus and electrons, right?" I ask.

"Yes - Where are you going with this?" He asks.

I ignore his question. "And there's a gap between each atom, right?" I ask

"Yes," he confirms.

"So technically I'm not solid?" I ask.

"Technically your not solid," he agrees.

"So why can't I walk through the wall? If I'm not solid and the wall isn't solid why can't I walk through the wall?" I complain.

"Well, An atom is the smallest constituent unit of ordinary matter that has the properties of a chemical element. Every solid, liquid, gas, and plasma is composed of neutral or ionized atoms. Atoms are very small; typical sizes are around 100 pm (a ten-billionth of a meter, in the short scale). Every atom is composed of a nucleus and one or more electrons bound to the nucleus. The nucleus is made of one or more protons and typically a similar number of neutrons. Over 99.94% of the atom's mass is in the nucleus. An atom is about 99.9999999999996% empty space. Walls are made up of atoms, but the air is also made up of atoms and you can walk through air, so to speak. So, I have no idea why you can't walk through walls. The concept of walking through walls however is very interesting! I wonder, as a ghost you can walk through walls, but as a human you cannot. Is it simply because ghosts are a form of anti-matter. Or because they are a form of atom, smaller and more unique."

"Uh, well for me walking through walls was like walking through water," I say, overwhelmed slightly by the rather large speech George had just given me.

It's Amelia!

Sorry it took so long to write! It's done now, finally! I hope I got the Lockwood & Co. characters' right . . . It's rather hard to portray them!

-Amelia.

I hope you enjoy!

-Summer.