Death Under Moonlight

by UnicornSociety

Skulduggery and Valkyrie are out on a night stroll, oblivious to the fact the moon kills people. The rays of light the moon sends out every night kills people in under a second, causing no visible body damage. Skulduggery must investigate who is doing this, how and why, trying not to get themselves killed in the process. The moon is deadly. Will they escape it?

1. Prologue

Death Under Moonlight

Prologue

"The crystal moon glistened on a white skull, with a hint of turquoise. This skull belonged to a very lovely, caring, handsome skeleton detective, whose name was," began Skulduggery before he was rudely interrupted.

"Oh, no, Skulduggery, no. You're getting this wrong! It obviously begins this way," said Valkyrie, disappointed with Skulduggery's failed attempt of starting a conversation/story. "Skulduggery the irritating, sarcastic, guy-that-pisses-you-off-all-the-time detective cocked his head again. Oh, listeners, you didn't hear about that annoying habit of his?"

"Well, I say. You certainly are improving on your bitchiness lately, right? You know, sometimes you can be a real..." grunted Skulduggery, before he was, yet again, rudely interrupted.

"I love you too." Skulduggery scowled, and strolled off into a random direction, obviously going to do his annoying cocking head habit so that Valkyrie couldn't mock it.

"When I move my head to the side, I look professional and absolutely fantastic," Skulduggery thought to himself, confident with himself now that this habit of his could be rather useful when it comes to being sexy. He turned back to Valkyrie. Look at her. Thinking he was nothing. Well, he was going to prove how heroic he was. But how? He'd already tried the "cat stuck up a tree" technique, and Valkyrie, surprisingly, didn't seem to overly impressed.

"What?" Valkyrie said. Skulduggery looked up.

"What?" he responded solemnly.

"You look like you're thinking," Valkyrie muttered.

"And...?"

"And what?"

"So what, exactly, is the reason for saying what in the first place?"

"How the hell am I meant to know," Valkyrie yelled. It's a Monday. Valkyrie is always grumpy on Mondays. "God, Mondays." He knew it. It was Mondays. He felt so clever.

"So why are we here again?" Valkyrie asked. Then a piercing scream. Just out of no where. Skulduggery spun round so his sockets met Valkyrie's grey eyes.

"To have fun," Skulduggery laughed. His skull grinned all the time, but she knew on the inside he was smiling.

"We're going to help the screaming dude, aren't we?"

"Yes we are."