Hello this is my first ever fanfic. So I hope you enjoy. I am just reading the second book in the Skulduggery Pleasant Series, Playing With Fire and am enjoying the series so far. I just felt like writing a little fanfic piece for y'all to enjoy. (By the way I'm not American. lol)
All reviews welcome, but constructive criticism please. Thank you and enjoy!
Stephanie skidded down an alleyway and pressed herself up against the wall, shifting into the shadows. She held her breath. Her heart drumming out the beat of her fear, beating so fast she thought it would pound right out of her chest. She stood. Hands sweating, clutching the wall. Footsteps. Slowly she turned her head to see what was waiting for her.
A man was peering down the alleyway. He was wearing black garments on his torso and bottom half and a big black cape, shrouding his entire body in shadow, and shiny black shoes. 'Too shiny,' Stephanie thought. His beard was long, thick and also black, and reached his chest. He also had neatly cut black hair. From what Stephanie could see, the man must've been old with his arched back and wrinkled face. The thing that striked Stephanie the most though, was his eyes. At first glance, his eyes seemed a dark brown, but if you looked closer, you could see a wild fury in his eyes, a mixture of hate and passion for everything and everyone, also you could see a hint of red in his eyes as dark and as rich as blood.
Stephanie jumped, as fire burst from his fireballs making the man wrench back in pain. Stephanie could hear the blood-curdling screams that made her skin crawl. She was frightened. The man's skin tearing to reveal skin as red as blood. Stephanie had to stifle a scream as a red pointed tail shot out of his lower back and red horns out of his head, making him seem to Stephanie like a ram or a bull ready to charge, as she saw steam breath out from his nostrils and fire shoot out from his mouth.
Stephanie felt a shiver run up her spine as claws started to mutate from where his fingers used to be, long sharp claws able to kill anyone with a swipe. Stephanie saw short, sharp claws shoot out from the man's shoes, yellow and grimy. It was so dark, and so cold, yet Stephanie could feel the heat coming from him, not a nice heat, but an exasperating heat, so mundane that Stephanie felt as if she would faint. Stephanie saw him look down the alleyway. She let out a silent gasp. 'You've blown it now,' she thought. The creature bent back it's head and cackled, then scampered away. Stephanie could feel the fear ricocheting through her body, her hands shaking, blood pumping, breath so tired, exasperated, exhausted. Stephanie didn't know who this man was and why he was running after her all she knew was that she had to tell Skulduggery and fast, before the creature reeked any more havoc. Stephanie shot down the alleyway and down the street to find Skulduggery. She ran and ran and ran until she reached the Sanctuary. Stephanie had met the Devil.