Where have you gone?
AN: This is a depressing little story I came up with in the middle of the night, and yes it made me cry. I HOPE YOUR HAPPY CRUEL WORLD!
Disclaimer: Nope, I own not one single smidgen.
Ghastly stood just under the teetering rooftop, enough to stay out of the rain. He looked at the rows of stone pews, leading up to an altar. Atop the altar was a mahogany coffin, rain dripping off the edges. Everyone was gone. Tanith had left, tears dripping down her face. Fletcher's hair lay flat. Even China looked shellshocked. Mages from all over had payed their respects to Valkyrie Cain. Everyone had left, all except for him and one other. That very one other sat on a pew. Slumped. Sockets on a small note playing between his fingers. Ghastly knew what had happened of course. Valkyrie had called Skulduggery asking to meet at their special place near the pier. Skulduggery had arrived seeing the crumpled body gun in hand, and two slips of paper, the first saying how she couldn't bear the idea of killing anyone, especially those closest to her. She'd left instructions on how her reflection must carry on with her life, no use hurting her family. The second note was smaller, with only three words for Skulduggery. Until the end. Ghastly's own tears were pricking at his eyes. Valkyrie was a good girl and he'd felt like a father to her, but he knew his grief would be nothing compared to Skulduggery's. Skulduggery was wearing Valkyrie's favourite suit. When he'd first worn it, Valkyrie had teased him saying "it looks like bone bag has some handsomeness after all". Skulduggery's hat blew off in the wind and fell in a muddy puddle. He didn't move an inch. Ghastly got out from under the safety of the roof and was blasted with water as he walked over to Skulduggery. Ghastly firmly patted his bony shoulder.
"I'll leave you some time alone with her". It was like Skulduggery hadn't even heard him. That smooth velvety voice stayed silent. He walked into the carpark and waited behind a pillar. He wanted to make sure Skulduggery could even move. Half an hour later Skulduggery walked into the carpark, bare skull, firmly grasping the note. Skulduggery went to open the bentley's door but instead he lashed a kick into the bentley's side. He continued pummelling the car, a punch cracked the windscreen, a kick busted the engine. Ghastly couldn't help but feel surprised. He loved that bentley, obviously not as much as Valkyrie. Skulduggery kept punching, kept kicking, and a scream of rage, desperation and despair escaped his jaw bones. The bentley was a barely recognisable lump of metal. Skulduggery fell to his knees and sobs rattled his bones. Skulduggery looked at the note clutched in his hand, then up at the sky. The rain created an irregular beat against his glistening skull and raindrops fell into his eye sockets.
"Valkyrie" he said in a voice cascading with misery, "where have you gone?"
AN again: How did my twisted mind come up with such depression, I am crying like a baby i'll admit. Please review and curse me all you want for the sadness. I'm cursing myself as well.