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It's Miss Skull, back in action after a long vocation! This time I'm bringing you a new, ultimate fanfic I have ever made. Sorry Nerdy Skeleton that it took so long! X3

I have always liked the idea of the Secret War and I really wanted to start work on that. So, I'm kind of playing on the past and presence. And this is not a action loaded fanfic for all the action addicts, this is a detecting story and has some action, but not so much. Right, couple warnings from the author! Rated M for adult themes, violence and language. A lot pairings in this too. DO NOT say I didn't warn you! Oh, and keep looking at the dates in the beginning of the chapters! ;)

Uh, and I'm still a Finn, no perfect English…

ANCHTUNG: Skulduggery Pleasant is owned by Derek Landy and Derek Landy only. Everything in this fanfic is owned by their rightful owners, NOT by me!

Well, OCs are mine…

So alright then. ENJOY!

I love you all.

Heart: LittleMissSkull

September 24th (In the time of the Secret War)

Dublin, Ireland

A Mental Hospital under the Sanctuary control

"I'm very glad you contacted us so soon, Mr Bespoke", said a man who walked through the corridors of a gleaming hospital area. He was mid height and had gray-brown hair and a white coat. He had very kind eyes and he kept a warm smile on his gentle face. He looked to be in his late forties, like all respectful psychiatrics. In his case, his was a neurologist and was one of the psychiatrics, who were part of the psychoanalytic school of psychology.

"Is a great pleasure to meet you again, doctor Sigmund Soul", Ghastly Bespoke said walking respectfully after him. Doctor glanced at him. Ghastly Bespoke was a man in his best age but had a body physique of a high class boxer. He would have been handsome, if he hadn't had those horrible scars slicing his face. He wore dark blue suit and gave the doctor a little smile every time the doctor looked at him.

"So, what was that you wanted to show me something?" Ghastly Bespoke said. "You sounded so eager on the phone"

"Yes, but I'll tell you when we get there", doctor Soul said and took a left turn. They walked in a silence for a while before doctor broke it.

"So, Mr. Bespoke, Commander Pleasant was too busy to come himself?" doctor asked.

"Yes", Ghastly said. "Busy, indeed". Ghastly Bespoke waited when the doctor had turned his head and then he rolled his eyes. Skulduggery had asked Ghastly to go in the mental hospital when he spent some time with his wife. Their daughter was visiting her friends in London, so Skulduggery had some alone time with his woman. And he had sent Ghastly to do the work. Damn you Skul. Ghastly thought. Doctor suddenly turned his head back to him.

"I have heard that people are talking about the end of the war", he said Is that true?"

"Well, after that victory in the battle of the Black Rock, people have got some hope. We are hoping that Mevolent would finally give up"

"Oh yes, your mother. I hope you could tell her my congratulations to her for the victory", doctor said and Ghastly smiled.

"I will", then he remembered on thing. "My mother was the one you called. She actually asked Skulduggery to come here. How this has anything to do with her?"

"It's a thing I tell you later". They walked for a while and then doctor stopped.

"Well, let's get down to business", he said cheerfully and pointed at a white door. "I would like to show you a certain person", he said. Suddenly his face turned dark. "But I must warn you for what are you going to see. This wasn't my decision" Doctor Soul opened the door. Ghastly looked inside a dark room. It had only a one bed in the centre of the room. Doctor motioned him to step inside and Ghastly did so. It was hard to see in the room and he took few steps inside. Doctor remained standing in the doorway but Ghastly saw how sadly he looked at the bed. Ghastly saw a figure lying on the sheets. When he carefully stepped closer, he saw that the figure was a person. It was a girl, very fragile, sickly pale and slim young girl with long blond hair. Ghastly looked horrified at the straps that hold her tightly against the bed on her wrists, feet, around her stomach, too tightly between her legs and under her small breasts. It looked like she had troubles with breathing because of the straps. She looked at the ceiling with her glassy eyes rounded with black circles. He leaned closer, shocked and in that very second, her eyes moved and glared at him with. Her eyes were icy cold and filled with such hate Ghastly had never seen before. It made him took steps back and gasping for air.

"My God", he whispered. "What the hell is this?"