Hey guys. So this was floating around my mind and I couldn't resist writing this. I'm currently writing two other stories so bare with me if the updates aren't that frequent. School has also officially started so that is going to act as my second excuse as to why there will be sparse updating. I own nothing. Review if you want me to write more.
The Random Writer 4.0
Chapter 1
Valkyrie's POV
I hurried over to the Bentley as it pulled up next to Gordon's house. I had gotten Skulduggery's call a few minutes before and judging by his tone he was worried. Skulduggery doesn't get worried. At all. Ever. Not even when we were face to place-where-their-face-should-have-been with the Faceless Ones. Not even when he was talking me down from my latest rampage as Darquesse. So now I felt scared- no, terrified- of what ever it was that was making Skulduggery Pleasant, the great skeleton detective, worried.
I pulled the door open and jumped in, slamming it closed behind me. The second I was in the car we were off, racing along the road to Roarhaven. I quietly observed Skulduggery, waiting for him to at least explain what was going on. But he stayed silent. Finally I couldn't take it anymore.
"Skulduggery what exactly is going on?" I questioned him.
He tilted his head slightly and remained silent. I thought that he wasn't going to say anything when he finally spoke up.
"Do you remember a few years ago when New York City was almost destroyed by a group of idiots who were supposedly trying to stop an alien invasion?"
"Err…yeah I guess. It was in the papers a couple times I think."
"Well apparently they're a group of people with different powers and skills who were brought together by an American organization call S.H.E.I.L.D. After the Battle of New York they split up and haven't been heard from since."
I nodded and waited for him to continue. When he didn't I became confused. "Not that that wasn't interesting but why do I need to know this?"
"You'll see soon enough."
Huffing in annoyance I turned away from his to stare out of the window at the clear night sky. I vaguely heard him chuckle before he too fell silent. After an eternity of boredom we finally pulled to a stop in front of the Sanctuary. Skulduggery bolted out of the Bentley, barely stopping to lock it, and into the Sanctuary. Hurrying inside after him, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going on.
Nothing could have prepared me for the scene that I was greeted with in the Elder's Chambers. There was a tall African-American man standing in front of the Elders. He was dressed completely in black leather and when he turned I could see that his right eye was covered with a black leather eye patch.
But it wasn't the fact that he was wearing all leather that shocked me. It wasn't the fact that he seemed to radiate power and authority. No, it was the fact that he was a mortal and yet no one had seemed to be making a move to remove him from the room. I edged my way closer to Skulduggery.
"Hey Skulduggery", I stage whispered to him. "You do realize that he's a mortal right?"
"Yes Valkyrie, we are well aware of this." He mock whispered back.
"Well that's good to know." I paused and pulled away from Skulduggery to glance at the man who was now glaring at me. I smiled and strode forwards, holding out my hand. "Detective Valkyrie Cain of the Irish Sanctuary. And you are?"
He continued to glare at me for a few seconds before grudgingly accepting my hand. "Director Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. And who's your skinny friend over there?"
"That's Skulduggery. Don't worry he's just afraid of other people, but once you get to know him, he's quite tolerable."
Skulduggery marched up to us at my comment, grumbling about no-good teenagers who didn't respect their elders. I could barely stifle my laughter as he glared at me with his false face. "She's joking of course. I think that you'll find that out of the two of us, you'll probably hate me less." He said as he shook Fury's hand.
"True, but I must warn you, Director Fury, Skulduggery likes to point guns at people in high positions."
"That was only once! And he was guilty."
"Really Skulduggery? Only once?"
"Maybe more than once or twice. But you laughed at their fear."
"That's because it's funny when someone starts crying and begging for you to not shoot them."
"Oh my God. I've created a monster."
"Yep. Anyway what exactly did you want us here for Your Holy Eminences?"
Ravel and Ghastly scowled at me. "Never call us that, ever again Valkyrie." Ravel growled.
"Of course not Your Holinesses." I smirked.
Ghastly sighed and turned to Ravel. "Why the hell did we agree to be Elders?" he asked Ravel, who responded by shrugging. "I think we were both drunk."
Ghastly nodded and turned back to the Detectives and the Director in front of him. "Yeah that sounds just about right. Anyway the reason you two are here is because it would seem that S.H.I.E.L.D. needs our help. Apparently the destructive idiots that they call the Avengers aren't quite cut out for what's coming."
I frowned. It wasn't like Ghastly to be vague, especially if it was about something important like this. "So who exactly are we dealing with?"
Ghastly sighed. "Well it would seem that Director Fury doesn't want to tell us unless you agree to work with him and the Avengers."
"We accept Director Fury. When will we be leaving for America?" Skulduggery cut in. He turned to me slightly. "Val? You coming?"
I inwardly sighed. "Yeah, I guess." I shrugged.
"Excellent." Fury boomed. "We will send a car to pick you up tomorrow at five am. Your flight is at six and you should land at eight o'clock, American time. You'll be escorted to a car that will take you to the HUB. We'll brief you there along with the Avengers." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Don't worry if they seem a bit… off. They all went through a hell of a lot during the Battle of New York."
I nodded, shook his hand and muttered; "Well I guess we'll see you tomorrow Director." Skulduggery followed suit and murmured something that sounded like 'I'll see you later.' The Director nodded to the Council of Elder's once more before turning on his heel and marched out of the room. We stood in silence for a few moments before Skulduggery declared, "I like that guy. He's got a lot of charisma."
The next morning found me standing in the pouring rain outside of my apartment with a very large suitcase and an extremely heavy backpack. Despite the rain and the early hours I couldn't help but grin at the prospect of this new case. Meeting the group of idiots who destroyed New York would be fun too.
When was the last time I destroyed a city? Oh, wait. I don't think I've ever destroyed one. Wow. Even with Darquesse I've never been as destructive as that group of mortals. That's actually kind of funny.
I was shaken out of my thoughts by a sleek car pulling to a stop next to me. I grasped the handle and sighed. Well, I thought to myself as I pulled the door open, here goes nothing.
