"Oh god, how could I do this?" He cried as he looked down at her unmoving body, the knife laid discarded in the corner. His tears fell freely and he knelt down beside her. "Lacy…I'm so sorry…"

Lacy sat up and let out a whimper, why can't she just forget that night? She threw the blanket off her and quietly walked to the door. She opened it and went down to the hall into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and jumped back when she saw herself. Her tangled her covered half of her face and made her look like a wild animal. Her pale skin made the dark circles jump out more than they should have. But the more noticeable feature was the dried tear stains on her face. Had she cried so much that they were always there? Hating the way she looked she turned her eyes away and slowly looked at the shower. Sighing she undressed and turned it on, making sure the water was really hot, then got in.

She had to admit, feeling the water beat down on her felt amazing on her always cold skin. She never really noticed until now how cold she was all the time. She spent almost an hour getting her hair combed out and washed. When she was washing her arms she was very careful not to hurt he scarred arms. She looked at them for a minute, and then with one pale finger traced the cut that went all the way from her shoulder to her waist. Then she looked at the acid mark on her other arm, frowning, and thought back to when she had done it. She only wanted to see if this curse had a weakness, but no, not even the acid worked.

Lacy sighed and turned off the water, stepping out she only then noticed she forgot to take off the locket. The heat from the water made it feel like it was burning her skin. Suddenly filled with rage she tore it off her neck and threw it across the room. It hit the door, and then landed on the floor with a clatter. She put her clothes back on, except her jacket, and started drying her hair. When she was done she laid the towel in the hamper, grabbed her jacket, and then picked up the locket and put it back on her neck. When she opened the door she ran into Mordecai and fell down.

"Sorry Lacy, I didn't" he stopped suddenly and stared at her with wide eyes. Lacy stared back confused, then realized she hadn't put her jacket back on. He could see her arms…Panicking Lacy quickly pulled her jacket on. But it was too late, "Lacy what the H happened to you?" He practically yelled. She pulled him into the bathroom and shut the door, "Shh!" She hissed at him, then quietly said, "It was an accident, ok?"

He wasn't buying it, "Lacy, falling down the stairs and getting a cut is an accident. This," He yanked up one of her sleeves revealing the acid burn, "is not an accident! Who did this to you?" Lacy was on the verge of tears, "I'm telling you, it was just an accident! It's an old wound anyway…" She pulled her sleeve down her sniffed a little, "I swear to you that nobody hurt me. I promise." Mordecai stared at her suspiciously, then sighed tiredly, "Fine, you should get some sleep so you won't be tired tomorrow." Lacy nodded then started to leave, but then said to him, "Mordecai, promise me you tell anyone, ok?" He look looked like he might refuse but then answered, "Ok."

Lacy walked back to her room, praying to God that Mordecai wouldn't tell anyone, but that was useless. God had abandoned her a long time ago.

Mordecai could barely focus on his work, which he never really did to begin with, but he wanted something to keep his mind off what happened last night. Those marks on Lacy's arms were terrible; it looked like someone had cut her, before pouring acid on one of her arms. He shuddered at the thought. Lacy wouldn't even tell him who did it! It occurred to him that maybe she was abused as a child and that's why she lived with her brother. Well at least now the whole jacket thing made sense; she would always wear it, even on the hottest days.

"Mordecai!" Rigby yelled for the fifth time. Mordecai snapped out of his thoughts, "Huh? What?" Rigby rolled his eyes, "Dude you've been out of it all morning. It doesn't look like you sleep much either." The truth was Mordecai hadn't. After is encounter with Lacy he spent the rest of the night trying to figure out what happened to her.

"Dude, this raking the leaves thing is lame. Let's ditch this crap and play video games or something." Mordecai was about to agree when a red Benson yelled at them from behind, "Don't you even think about it! And just for that you can go clean out the garage! Now!" He stormed off and Mordecai groaned,

"Nice one Rigby!" Rigby pouted, "That was so not my fault!" They started walking to the garage, "Says the one who suggest we ditch when our boss was right behind us!" They continued to argue even as they were cleaning; it wasn't until a dusty newspaper fell from one of the boxes and hit Rigby on the head did they stop. Mordecai laughed at him,

"Dude total fail!" "Stop talking!" Rigby shouted and bent down to pick up the newspaper, but froze when he looked at it. Mordecai walked over to him, "What is it?" Mordecai looked at the cover then froze too. The newspaper was yellow and curling from age. But what was interesting was the headline that read:

Damien Todd found dead in home. Sister orphaned again.

There in the picture was a girl, who looked exactly like Lacy. The date read 1896. Rigby was the first to speak, "You don't think…" They flipped to the page with the story:

Twenty-nine year old Damien Todd was found dead in his home last Wednesday evening. The cause of death was claimed to be a suicide because of large debt. Todd left his little sister, Lacy Todd, alone to clean up his debt. She later disappeared three days, a runaway theory, and nobody has seen her since. Neighbors reported hearing her screaming the night before and found her pouring acid on one of her arms. It was also claimed that by some of the cuts on her arms that she had been attacked. But new evidence has reported that it was Damien who had harmed her, and now they police think she might have murdered her brother for unknown reasons. No more information has been released.

Mordecai couldn't believe it, it couldn't have been the same Lacy. But he thought back to the night before, the acid mark, the cuts…but it didn't make sense! This was back the 1800's! Lacy was only twenty!

"We're working with a murderer!" Rigby exclaimed. Mordecai punched him, "Dude look at the date, there's no way that's the same Lacy." Rigby flipped back to the picture, "And who does this look like to you?" The resemblance was perfect, especially with Lacy's hair untangled now. Mordecai shook his head, there was no way. Suddenly a voice sounded from behind them,

"What are you doing with that?" It was Skips; the yeti jerked it out of their hands. "Skips, it's the same Lacy isn't it? The one who killed her brother and the one who's working with us right now!" Rigby demanded

"She didn't kill her brother." Skips sighed, "Look, I can't tell you anything about her past, but I can promise you she didn't kill her brother." "And how do you know?" Rigby argued, Mordecai felt numb all over. Skips simply answered, "Because I knew both of them. And I let her live with me after it happened."

"Hey Lace, what are you doing later?" High Five Ghost asked. Lacy thought, "Nothing really," She admitted. HFG's mood rose, "Do you want to go with me and Muscleman to Fry it up?" Lacy's face light up, "Sure!" High Five loved when she sounded happy; with her hair cleaned it made her look even more beautiful. Her blonde hair was really shiny and silky.

"Um, Fives?" she asked with a slight blush on her face, "Why are you so nice to me?" HFG got a little nervous at the question, "W-well…you're really nice, and funny, and really pretty…" Lacy's whole face went red by that statement and she looked away, "I-I don't think I am really…"

"But you are! You're beautiful actually!" They walked a little more in silence, then Lacy asked, "Hey Fives, can you hold my hand again? I like that…" Fives smiled widely and softly held her hand. They walked in silence and Fives thought, 'this is the exact change I wanted.'