Cue

Disclaimer: Skulduggery Pleasent along with the Sadistica Tortura belongs to Derek Landy

This was my entry to Derek Landy''s 500 word competition - which I was one of the 10 winners! The first 50 words are his but the rest belong to me x

Hope you enjoy it!

Valkyrie groaned, and sat up. "I told you it was a trap," she said.

"No, you said it looked like it was a trap," Skulduggery corrected. "That's completely different."

He helped her up as a door opened behind them and Sadistica Tortura walked through, an unsettling smile on her lips.

"And now Tortura menacingly enters the room," Skulduggery stated, flopping onto an unbroken chair once Valkyrie was standing, "This is all very well timed."

"Indeed it is Mr. Pleasant." The crazed member of the terribly named 'Serial Killer Killer's' hissed, sliding her two swords from their sheaf's.

Valkyrie crouched into a defensive stance, dark shadows circling her hand and cockily replied, "Though unfortunately for you, you're time is up."

Nothing happened. An awkward silence filled the room and Valkyrie turned her head to where Skulduggery sat ignorantly staring out of the window, "That was your cue to hit her."

"Really?"

"It was kind of obvious."

"It was a bad cue."

"It was a cue all the same."

"I was just waiting for something wittier, what you said wasn't worthy of my punches."

Valkyrie huffed and turned back to Totura with a forced smile, "Sorry, it seems my lines aren't satisfactory for the mighty Detective's help, any ideas?"

Tortura's manic gaze faltered and she frowned at the girl who had been chasing her for the past week, "You want me to give you a line to say before attacking me?

"Preferably sarcastic."

"Or ironic," Skulduggery added.

"You don't get a say," Valkyrie snapped back.

Tortura watched the two with confusion; this was her trap and her moment to kill the Detectives; to finally prove she was brutal enough to be part of the Serial Killer Killer's. So tightening the grip on her swords she opened her mouth and said, "Does it need to have a topic?"

Valkyrie gestured the question to Skulduggery who tilted his head in thought, "Not really. Though seeing as we're in a bakery..."

"You're cooked," Valkyrie suggested.

"Too cliché."

"Prepare to be baked."

"That's practically the same line."

"Don't try to 'bun' away."

"Now that's just painful."

"We're closed?" Tortura asked, her weapons dangling forgotten by her side.

Skulduggery's head snapped around and he pointed a long finger at her, "Interesting. Often used but sometimes tradition beats originality," Switching back to the window he snapped his fingers, "Valkyrie, go."

"But that's rubbish! I…"

"The killer has spoken and was better than you, deal with it."

"Sometimes you're…"

"Go!"

Growling Valkyrie turned to Tortura and sulkily repeated, "Well unfortunately for you, we're closed."

Tortura blankly stared at the girl as her slow mind tried to follow what was happening when a fist connected with her chin and everything went black.

Brushing down his suit Skulduggery smugly cocked his head at an un-amused Valkyrie, "You just got out-witted by an idiot."

Snapping her hand a gush of wind knocked the hat off the skeletons head and she stormed past muttering, "Well at least I knew it was a trap."