Hi guys! This is my first ever fan fiction so it is extremely horrible and you probably won't like it but if you bother reading it please review! Criticism is welcome and I hope that against all odds, you enjoy it! :D
Prologue:
Two sorcerers crept under the shadows of the looming buildings, keeping close to the walls. When they reached the Roarhaven Sanctuary, they straightened up. One, the assistant, cast a strong invisibility spell over them both, neither man realising that the assistant's head was not under the spell. They strode confidently into the building, thinking that they couldn't be seen and their plan would succeed.
Their plan was of the utmost importance, it was to steal the Sceptre of the Ancients! They were so determined to succeed that when they came upon a Mage, they killed him without a thought. They crept into the room where the Sceptre was kept, stuffed it in a backpack, and began to creep out again. The first thing they saw, though, was Skulduggery Pleasant leaning nonchalantly against a wall, which just happened to be the brick wall they needed to go around, and polishing his revolver. Had he been able to see them, it would have been a strategic spot to stand, but seeing as there was no way on Earth he possibly could, the two sorcerers ducked back inside the room and eventually decided to try and creep around him.
One of them held the air around him extra still, while the other took the lead and started to creep around him. However, somehow, the stupid skeleton shot a leg out, effectively tripping both himself and the man (the man was rather fat). He got up first and calmly shot 6 bullets into the man's head, the latter who was dead within moments.
His partner, meanwhile, terrified, relaxed his hold on the spell holding the air in place. As horrified as he was, he forced himself to keep moving as his shield from sight had now disappeared. He ran into the cover of the night and the thick expanse of trees.
Skulduggery's P.O.V:
I had stayed late in the Sanctuary finishing that dratted report Ghastly insisted I do before the night was up- like I didn't have other things that I needed to do! Oh wait, I didn't, but that was beside the point. He insisted that he had been reminding me for the past few days (which he hadn't)and expected it on his desk by 9am sharp next morning or else. So here I was, taking a long-deserved break after finally finishing the report filled with my witty intelligence. I had spent two hours on it and even though I couldn't technically get tired, I certainly felt tired. The only thing that could fix my mood would be some action, which was literally impossible, seeing as there was a mage on patrol and the chances of anyone getting into one of the most secure buildings in the world in the first place were slim. They would need nothing short of invisibility!
Even so, against all the odds, I thought I heard a muffled scream and went off to investigate. As arrived at the place of the scream, I was just in time to see the door where the Sceptre was kept swing shut. On the other side of the wall, the Mage who had been on patrol lay still and in a large pool of blood. Without checking, I knew that he was undoubtedly dead.
I waited on that same wall for the Sceptre's door to open once again, pretending to be polishing my beautiful revolver while I waited. After a short time, it did, but almost immediately shut again, presumably at the sight of me. I was just about to walk away to another corner, pretending to be innocently unaware of their presence, when the door once again opened. Under no circumstances did I expect to see what I saw next, but I kept my cool and appeared relaxed, even thought I was shocked inside. For what I saw was a FLOATING HEAD. A HEAD! It's eyes darted to me (OH MY GOD IT WAS ALIVE) and I immediately deduced that if it was alive, the rest of its body must be too, so the owner of the head must have been under an invisibility spell and forgotten to cover their head. Yes, I am extremely intelligent!
Suddenly, I felt the air around me tighten and even if I hadn't already known he was there, I would certainly know now. I mean, the air doesn't just tighten and hold in place all by itself! What sort of idiot would do that when trying to escape unnoticed?! I waited for the man to come closer, and as he was almost right next to me, I stuck a leg out, effectively tripping him. However, one thing I had not counted on was the weight of the rest of his body. As he fell over my leg, his simply tremendous weight brought me crashing down in a rather undignified manner too. My leg narrowly avoided being crushed and I prised myself out from under him in a panic. As his head was the only part of him that I could see and I didn't know what position the rest of his body would be in, I chose to empty my gun of its bullets in his head. Almost immediately, I noticed that the air around me relaxed and the shield around the man dropped. As I bent down to take a closer look at the body, I felt a small breeze but accustomed it to the night air. I searched for the Sceptre but couldn't find it and that was when I realised that he must have had a partner in crime. I noticed bloody footprints leading towards the night and immediately raised the alarm, calling a grumpy Ghastly and a sleepy Erskine.
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