Grace runs into George and Lockwood on a job. It was a simple job type one, but it turns sour rather quick. The three need to work together or else they could all die. Will she become one of the team?
Grace has amazing touch, sight, and she's a dece...
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The way the girls had their room set up for the time being was they made a slightly elevated bed for Grace. She willingly gave the bed up to Lucy. She came upstairs last night to Lucy crying staring at pictures she had stuck to the wall.
Grace assumed it was an old friend of hers that died, Grace could recognize that look when she stared at the picture. Also, Grace saw the newspaper clipping of Annabel Ward scattered on the floor.
That worried the blonde a bit, but she decided instead to talk with Lucy about her old friend Norrie until they both fell asleep.
They had been sleeping for a little over six hours. When Grace heard something small hit the floor. It sounded like metal. Thankfully for Grace, she is a light sleeper always. She sat up rubbing her eyes.
She couldn't tell what time it was, but the moon was still high in the sky. She heard someone breathing and turned to see Annabel's ghost hovering over Lucy. She scooted back reaching under the bed for the chain she kept for emergencies. Sometimes her paranoia paid off.
"Lucy," Grace muttered trying to wake her. She didn't want her to panic though. Grace had the full length of the chain. "Lucy." Grace raised her voice. Annabel turned to face Grace, her face an image of her dead body.
"Grace," Lucy whispered.
Grace throws the chain out watching the iron cut right through her figure. Lucy rolled out of bed moving towards the stairs. Annabel's ghost shrieked and moved for Lucy now.
"Go get Lockwood!" Grace yelled throwing the chain out once more.
How is this even possible? We secured the source at the house. Right?
Grace held the chain in her hands. It wasn't a long one like normal, this wasn't used to create a circle, it was merely for defensive work.
Grace released the chain once more making Annabel vanish. It wouldn't be for too long though. She had the chain looped around her hands as she spun around the room.
Annabel had vanished. She wanted her kit and rapier. Both of which were in the basement. Well her backup kick was in the basement, the main one was lost to the house fire.
Grace felt a cold sensation on her back and slowly turned around to see Annabel's ghost angrily hovering in the air behind her.
"Okay," Grace whispered. Annabel lunged forward flying after Grace. She fell back onto the floor, quickly rolling to the side as Annabel disappeared through the wall. "Couldn't have even let me sleep just a while longer." She sighed pushing herself up. There was a creak in the wood and Grace turned around.
"Jesus!" She gasped staring at George. He still had no trousers.
"No, it's George," He moved up into the room. George had practically his whole kit on his body. Flare bombs, salt bombs, and other explosives.
