That's my first Skullduggery Fanfiction and I hope you like it. Please review. I'm sorry for spelling or grammar mistakes. I work on my english. In the next chapter there will be more Skullduggery…
It was a sunny day in Dublin and the sun shined through the big windows of the psychologist Mr. Smith's office. In the big room stood a couple of chouches. In the middle of the room stood a big, wooden desk. Behind it was an office armchair. On the chair said a man with a suit and grey hair.
Suddenly the door opened.
China: I do not understand at all what we are doing here.
Bliss: I've already explained this to you thousand times. We are here to learn to work better as a team.
China: And what is if I don't want to work in a team with you?
Skullduggery: Don't moan, just walk on.
China made an offended grimace.
Mr. Smith rose and shook the hands to his new therapy group.
China: That's so absurd and embarrassing.
Mr. Smith: So, my name is Mr. Smith and I want to welcome you and first I want to calm you. Everything we are discussing here remains in this room and is not transmitted to third ones.
China: Bad enough that everyone who is here can hear everything.
Bliss gave her a slap on the back of her head.
Skulduggery: We are here because we often have to work together and... let's just say: often this don't work how it should be.
Mr. Smith: What do you mean with: it doesn't work?
Valkyrie: For example, if someone instead of saving the life of an old friend stays at home and does things only out of pure self-interest!
China: Hey, I had good reasons for it! And you, child, you have no idea!.
Valkyrie: What????
Mr. Smith: My ladies I ask you to be rationally. Like that we never get onto the problem.
Tanith: Calm down Valkyrie. We stand above that.
Bliss: Please, Tanith. Remain impartial, please.
Tanith crossed the arms before the breast and leant ostentatiously back.
Mr. Smith: What do you mean with: to remain rather at home instead of saving the life of another? Your relation seems to be very tightened.
Valkyrie: Tightened? The understatement of the century.
China looked at her like she wanted to kill her.
Bliss: China, please behave.
China: Yes daddy!
Mr. Smith: So, what about you two. Do you get along well?
China: There are different opinions.
Mr. Smith: What do you mean?
Bliss: We get along very well.
China: There are different point of views. Mine for example. I would say that we do not get along very well.
Bliss looked at his sister with big eyes.
Bliss: But China! We get along very well! We didn't argued for one week and you didn't tried to kill me for almost one year!
Mr. Smith: You wanted to kill your brother???
Horrified, Mr. Smith tored his eyes and China made an appeasing gesture.
China: Don't worry. Nothing happened to him. It's not that easy to kill him. He simply don't want to stay down.
Mr. Smith: Didn't you pressed charges against your sister?
Mr. Smith fiddled nervously around in his fatty hair and plucked flatly his suit.
Bliss: Of course not. She is my sister. I have already experienced worse things.
Mr. Smith: Oh?
Bliss: Yes, I was quite dead
Mr. Smith looked as if he was near a heart attack.
Ghastly: Don't worry. We were able to bring him back to life with the help of a necromancer.
Mr. Smith: A Necromancer?
Everybody: Yes!
Mr. Smith: I think we'll need a lot of proceedings.