Being of hell
Fletcher decided to go for a stroll. (He was fed up of teleporting.) He sat on a park bench and ate his sandwich. He pressed the button to light up his watch; it was 11:30 P.M. It was time he was heading back. He stood up and started to head in the direction of home. A silver dagger flew through the air and into Fletcher's leg. He roared in pain and staggered backwards. As he fell his head smacked the cold tarmac. Then something jumped down from the tree above him.
Fletcher looked up, he saw Cealan rip the dagger from leg and felt him plunge it in to his side. Fletcher screamed as the blade tore through his flesh. His mind was clouded with pain so he could not teleport.
Blood streamed from the wounds in his body. He lay confused in a pool of teleporter blood. Cealan kneeled down to bite Fletcher but he got kicked firmly in the jaw for all his troubles. Cealan quickly re adjusted his position and lunged forward once more and swiftly tried to bite Fletcher once more. Fletcher's mind became clear so he teleported to skulduggery's house just as Caelen's fangs neared his flesh.
"What happened to you?" Asked a surprised skeleton.
"Cealan happened," groaned Fletcher and with that fell unconscious.
In his head he saw Valkyrie running towards him.
Masquerade of darkness