Turn it Off
A/N: Based on the awesome song Turn it Off by Paramore. I was listening to it today, and I had this idea, so yeah... This is about Valkyrie turning into Darquesse. It's a tiny bit morbid, but I've read morbider. I have no idea whether it's good or not. Please review!
I scraped my knees while I was praying
And found a demon in my safest haven
Seems like it's getting harder to believe
In anything than just to get lost
In all my selfish thoughts
They were wrong, all those thoughts she'd been having. She knew that. But it was getting harder and harder to block them out, and she was growing weak.
Her two-year-old brother was dead. It had been murder. She didn't know who had done it, which basically meant that everyone was a suspect. And that made her want to kill everyone. She was sick with grief, anger and a need for revenge, and she was getting sicker.
Sometimes, her thoughts scared her. She felt like she didn't even know herself any more. She was cutting herself off from her friends and her mind turned darker with every passing day. It was though the shadows that flew so easily from her fingers were spreading to her brain, slowly dampening all sense of love and compassion.
I wanna know what it'd be like
To find perfection in my pride, to see nothing in the light
Or turn it off, in all my spite
In all my spite
I'll turn it off
This idea grew and grew in her brain. It was so tempting. She wanted to give in, to stop caring.
And, one day in Ghastly's, it finally happened.
They were annoying her. She didn't know what it was. They were just annoying her. They were talking about murder. And as far as she could see, they were completely missing the point.
She got up and left, unable to bear another second of their company, and as she waited at the bus stop a woman she didn't know mistook her for someone else.
'And how is your brother?' the woman asked.
Valkyrie killed her.
It only took a second. She summoned the shadows and they wrapped themselves around the woman's neck like silent, obedient servants. The woman looked stunned as she dropped down dead. Valkyrie left the body there and walked home in a dreamlike bubble of calm, and when she got there she cried, but she was laughing through her tears like a lunatic.
And the worst part is, before it gets
Any better we're heading for a cliff
And in the freefall I will realise
I'm better off when I hit the bottom
Once again she saw Cassandra's vision, fresh in her memory as though it had only happened yesterday, and she knew that that was what she wanted. A dead, empty world.
If she couldn't be happy, then nobody could.
She knew she was insane. She didn't care.
The tragedy it seems unending
I'm watching everyone I looked up to breaking, bending
The next day she killed Ghastly, Fletcher and Tanith. She didn't need them anyway. She couldn't understand why she'd ever thought she did. Then it was China, then Clarabelle...
We're taking shortcuts and false solutions
Just to come out the hero
Well I can see behind the curtain, the wheels are cranking, turning
It's all wrong the way we're working towards a goal that's nonexistent
She could see it now - her old life had been an illusion, and all the things she'd thought she wanted were things she didn't need. She knew what she needed now. An empty world, a dead world, with only her. No complications. Only her. Perfection.
It's nonexistent but we just keep believing
She was well on the way. She'd burned down the rainforests and killed millions of people, and it felt like a relief, watching them go. She was almost finished in fact - save for the skeleton detective.
And the worst part is before it gets
Any better we're headed for a cliff
And in the freefall I will realise
I'm better off when I hit the bottom
'Valkyrie, you can't do this.'
'My name is Darquesse, and I think I've already done it.'
'You've committed mass murder and caused numerous near apocalyptic events, but the world hasn't ended yet. I'm stopping you, and I think you'll find that a dead world wasn't what you wanted anyway.'
'My dear ex-mentor, you have no idea what I want, and you can't stop me now. I'm too powerful.'
Skulduggery was silent. 'You're right,' he said quietly.
Darquesse smiled. 'Goodbye, old friend,' she said, and spread her fingers. The shadows crushed Skulduggery's bones to dust.
I wanna know what it'd be like
To find perfection in my pride, see nothing in the light
Or turn it off, in all my spite
In all my spite, I'll turn it off
A/N: Y'know, now that you've taken the time to read this, you might as well review...
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