So this fanfic takes place before Drew meets the Avengers, and it's about her and her old team and soon-to-be partner. In this story, Drew IS Valkyrie Cain so yeah. It takes place in that magic-war thingy. Let me know what ya think!
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Skulduggery Pleasant knew, he just knew, that she was on their side. After all, she'd been helping them win the battles – even if the others didn't believe him, well – he knew from experience who was an enemy and who was a foe. There was also another terrifying experience that he kept from everybody.
She was trying to protect his family. Shielding them, fighting for them, but he could see she was weakening. Her barrier didn't hold, and she covered his wife and child with her wings instead. Serpine laughed and held out his hand, and the Warrior immediately sprawled on the floor in immense pain. She didn't make a noise, though. She knew it would just make things worse. But then, he killed them. Skulduggery Pleasant's wife and child – in front of his eyes. The Warrior cried out a weak warning, but he could not see through is rage. She knew what he was feeling, but – too late. He grabbed the dagger by the blade, and it cut into his hand, poisoning him. One day he would get his revenge. She collapsed, and as her vision faded, saw Nefarian Serpine dragging the writhing man back to his lair.
~Time skip to just before Skul's death~
Serpine had been torturing him for three days now. Soon enough he would grow bored and cut the string. Then, just as he seemed to do so, a figure burst through the door. It was a shame she was too late. She sent tendrils of shadow, fire, and ice at Serpine, pinning him to the ground, and ran to the dying man's side. Just before he let go, she looked into his eyes – properly this time, revealing her feelings. There was sorrow, regret, guilt, and rage – the same rage he had felt when Serpine had killed his wife and child mere days ago.
Of course, he had come back, a little thinner this time round, and he now stood in the meeting hall with all their other soldiers and payed attention to what was being said.
"Suicide mission… Seven soldiers… Any volunteers?" He snapped to attention and walked to the front of the hall.
"I volunteer!" I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE FOR THE HUNG- Sorry wrong fandom, right now where was I? He was followed by his good and loyal friend, whose head was covered in symmetrical scars, Ghastly Bespoke.
"I also volunteer." Slowly, four more men came to the front. Dexter Vex, a man with much muscle, Saracen Rue, who knew things, Anton Shudder, the quiet one who nobody wanted to mess with, and Erskine Ravel – all charms and smiles. They were six men who had nothing left to lose, and they stood in a strong, bold line at the front of the hall with Pleasant and Bespoke in the middle. No-one objected.
"Um, er, excuse me, but we still need one more volunteer." Came the voice of Corrival Deuce.
"Well fancy ruining the moment!" Vex yelled, but stopped when he saw the figure that leapt down from the ceiling.
"I volunteer." Came the soft Irish accent. The crowds parted as the badass Warrior walked to the front of the hall, and stood next to Pleasant. Her sword rested on her hip, and her staff lay on her back. Her companion Wolf was by her side as always. No-one objected.
And so they went on to know each other, after the war Drew and Skul became partners, and I'm going to start a Skulduggery Pleasant spoof series soon!
Kittehkatkakes xxx