Hey ladz!
RevyCaitEll: This monster of a story has been co-written by caitgirl1, and we had fun writing the first chapter so far. She robbed my food. Thief. :(
caitgirl1: Well this story is gonna be interesting...I hope. I hope u guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it and as for the food, u stole mine also RevyCaitEll. Don't play the victim.
RevyCaitEll: No I asked for it and you threw it over your wall.
caitgirl1: I also asked for urs, I just happened to find nicer food.
RevyCaitEll: Enough of that, on with the story! ENJOY
Oh and any feedback would be awesome!
Fletcher stared at the object before him, inquisitively poking and prodding it much to Kenspeckle's displeasure.
"Fletcher I would appreciate it if you didn't break the one of a kind Knopfler teleportation device. After all, it is prone to blowing up," Kenspeckle glared at the offending teenager.
Fletcher sharply pulled back, one hand self consciously checking his 'immaculate' hair. Kenspeckle had wondered many a time as to whether it was all that hair gel that was the cause of Fletcher's lack of brain cells. He had even asked him if he could experiment to prove his theory, however Fletcher had bluntly denied and refused to talk with Kenspeckle unless he apologised for the horrendous insults. It took a couple of weeks but Kenspeckle was forced to gruffly apologise once the Knopfler device had been found. Of course Fletcher had complained at the murmur of an apology but the old man had enticed the Teleporter to be a guinea pig via protection from Skulduggery. A week earlier, Fletcher had taken the Bentley out for a joyride and the skeleton was gunning for the blond idiot's blood so the promise of a hiding spot was pleasant.
"So what's that Knoplift thing supposed to do any way?" The teleporter asked.
Kenspeckle scowled, "It's called the Knopfler dimwit. This device was supposedly able to transport the user to another parallel dimension. Something like that anyway,"
"Wait you don't even know what it really does?"
"I know what it's meant to do. However what it actually does could be something completely different."
"Don't you think we should call Skulduggery and Valkyrie in case something goes utterly wrong and I am in dire need of saving?"
"I like Valkyrie too much for her to die in a fiery explosion, and Skulduggery has the potential to make it into a fiery explosion. Therefore, you must deal with anything that is thrown your way."
"But I would really rather not die today."
"I would promise you that you won't die and that you will be completely fine, however, I refuse to make promises I cannot keep."
Fletcher glared at the Professor, only to be stared down until he averted his gaze to the metallic contraption that was the Knopfler Device. It was only the size of Fletcher's hand but it was spherical in shape and had metal spikes haphazardly jutting out at random angles. The metal was black in colour and the spikes were daunting to be around. To be honest, it looked rather frightening, much like a medieval torture device.
"Of course when one sees a medieval torture device, one must pick it up," Fletcher mumbled to himself as he took hold of the spiky ball.
Kenspeckle's eyes widened as Fletcher picked up the Knopfler.
"Hold on Fletcher, the Knopfler needs-" just as Kenspeckle tried to warn Fletcher, the Teleporter disappeared into thin air, as Teleporters usually do "-blood to work."
"Guessing I should call Skulduggery then?" Clarabelle asked tentatively.
"Yes, I suppose you should." Kenspeckle growled venomously.
The whole left side of Danny's face had gone numb. A metal fist to the head can do that to you. He dodged another swipe from Skulker and fired an ectoblast, hitting the metallic ghost square in the chest.
"Skulker this is pitiful. You do realise that you are continuously getting beaten by a fourteen year old kid?" Danny taunted giving Skulker a roundhouse kick to the head.
Skulker snarled and managed to grab the offending leg, spinning Danny around a few times before smashing him into a nearby wall for good measure.
"Ow. Now that's just plain rude," Danny groaned as he peeled himself from the wall, distinctly noting how his entire body now felt numb. Reminder to self, no faceplanting walls.
"I will hang your pelt by my bed. And I might use it as a doormat too," Skulker grinned and Danny snickered at the gap in his smile.
"First of all, being a doormat is not on my careers list, no matter how tempting, and second of all, you still haven't replaced that tooth yet?" Danny smirked at the scowl he earned. He had led Skulker on a high speed pursuit last week and he had managed to trick the ghost into colliding into a telephone pole. Sam had videoed the entire thing, including Skulker's violent swearing afterwards and Danny had great pleasure showing the clip to other ghosts in the Zone.
Skulker charged again, a blade in hand. Danny ducked under the swing and swung his own fist upwards, catching the hunter square in the jaw. Skulker rebounded back, a hand rubbing his face.
"You're going to pay for that whelp," he growled.
Danny couldn't help but laugh at him, blasting Skulker with ice and freezing his jet pack.
The ghost plummeted to the ground, but not before latching onto Danny with a grappling hook. Huh, that's new.
The pair crunched into the pavement and Danny felt his breath leave him. Skulker had grabbed him during the fall and pushed the halfa in front of him, and used Danny as a cushion.
"Ufffff!" Danny was pinned under Skulker's bulk.
"Why thank you whelp, you are surprisingly comfy. Maybe I'll turn you into a couch," Skulker got off him extra slow and Danny couldn't even yelp as painful metal limbs dug into him.
Skulker reached down and snatched Danny up by the neck. Danny was limp in his grip, finally able to get his breath back.
"Man Skulker, you need to lose some weight or something," he was just about to freeze Skulker's arms when a terrified wailing pierced the air, shrill to Danny's ears. At first he thought it was a young girl from the pitch, but when Skulker pivoted around to find the source of the noise, a male teenager with stupid blond hair was staring at them.
Skulker gave Danny a questioning look.
"Do ya mind, we're trying to fight here," Danny yelled at the blond idiot frowning at the black object in his hand.
"Yes, for once I agree with you ghost child. Go away weird human, I want to enjoy killing my prey," Skulker tightened his hold on Danny's neck.
Danny responded by kicking out with his legs, one boot catching Skulker in the side of his head. He had been building up his ice power to freeze Skulker's hands when the blond teen had suddenly appeared beside him.
"Don't worry I'll save you!" The guy cried and Danny was just about to snap at the guy for interfering when the world just lurched around him. Danny felt like he was blinded, that his stomach was trying to do gymnastics. All he could feel was the teen's grip on his arm and Skulker's choke hold on his neck.
As suddenly as it began, the sensations stopped, but Danny was left so nauseous and dizzy he couldn't tell up from down. And then he felt the kick from a metal foot solidly connect with his head.
Kenspeckle Grouse was in the process of repeatedly face palming and trying to come up with ideas of how to get Fletcher back when he heard an almighty crash come from behind him. He let out a sigh of relief and frustration as he knew it could only be Fletcher Renn. Who else could make such an entry? (Well, maybe Skulduggery)
When the Professor turned he was met with the Teleporter standing above a mound of metal and a thin, lanky, white haired boy. Or what Kenspeckle assumed to be a boy. The kid was glowing and was currently out cold. The metal thing, upon further inspection was human shaped and a metal fist was firmly clamped around the boy's neck.
"First you disappear into another dimension, then you bring hitch hikers back to my lab. I refuse to see how any of this will turn out well for you Fletcher. Especially since your companion is glowing and being choked to death by the other one. Perhaps it's just a deathly glow..."
As if on cue, the metallic mess of a man scrambled away from Fletcher, releasing the glowing boy. It walked with a lopsided gate, obviously suffering the effects of a first time teleport. Dimensional travel probably didn't help either.
"Some experimenting may have to go underway to find out what these creatures are. I believe I have never seen such things in my whole life." Kenspeckle announced, tapping his chin.
At this, the walking metallic human snapped to attention. It swore loudly looking both terrified and severely pissed and took off, literally flying into the air. Fletcher screamed like a little girl as the thing flew straight through him. Gunshots rattled around the cinema, announcing Skulduggery's arrival.
Kenspeckle groaned loudly, snapping at Fletcher to shut up. He rubbed his face, a headache had already began to make an appearance in the temple region. Why must all people he associates with either scream like a young female or shoot every moving thing he sees? This question has haunted Kenspeckle for years, and it still makes an appearance every time he is with anyone except Valkyrie.
Skulduggery sauntered in like he owned the place, gun trained on the creature on the ground. Valkyrie trailed behind him, hands lit up with flames.
"So what did Fletcher mess up this time?" She asked, a smirk plastered on her face.
"Hey, I didn't mess up anything! I merely brought back a souvenir from my dimensional travels…"
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