He was the killer supreme. The zombie king. He turned murder into an art form. He was, without a doubt, the best the murdering community had to offer. He was Vaurien Scapegrace.
And he was running away from a little girl and a talking skeleton.
They were, as he told anyone who confronted him on this, a very strong little girl and a very mean talking skeleton. He felt insulted every time a person gave him the look after his explanation. It was always the same look. A look that suggested they doubted his strength, his blood-lust, his murdering prowess!
It made him want to cry a little.
Scapegrace quickly ducked into a small corner, sighing in relief as the girl and skeleton ran past where he was hiding. He had recently escaped from prison once again. It was, admittedly, not a planned escape. They had been transferring him out of his mild-level security cell into a low-level security cell. His jailer had allowed him to use the restroom. He went in by himself and, once he was finished, he was walked out to see no guards anywhere in sight. Sensing that this was his chance, he located the nearest exit and left, not encountering any security along the way. A lucky break. The Sanctuary jerks had evidently called the duo to track him down.
But they weren't going to take him back, Scapegrace thought as he resumed walking in the same direction he had been running. They almost had him, but they had missed him. Now that he was out of their sight, he was in the clear. Sweet freedom!
Scapegrace began humming to himself as he reached the end of the sidewalk and turned the corner. He froze. So did the people he had just come face-to-face with.
Valkyrie Cain and Skulduggery Pleasant stood there, the girl's mouth still opened from when she had been talking a second before. She blinked and she and the skeleton glanced at each other. It was then that Scapegrace's mind began functioning again. A second later his body did too, and he turned to run. The girl quickly whipped her hand out and flung shadows at him. The shadows connected with his legs and Scapegrace was thrown off his feet.
It was like that-sprawled out on the ground-that Vaurien Scapegrace was hoisted to his feet by the skeleton, his partner doubled over in laughter, and he was once again arrested.
Bugger.
Oh, I love Scapegrace. He's so funny!-Ahem. I mean villainous. Very villainous. Evil, even...hehe.