Run, Channie Run.

Hey, this is my first fanfic so soryy if it's a bit crap... this is basically about the last werewolf on earth meeting the dead men. Set before the books. May include Shravel and Rex (Ravel/Vex, I think thats what you would call it) if I can think of something good about them...

Disclaimer- I don't own Skulduggery, although I wish I did...

Please R&R cos I love you all! Thank you for reading my little chickadees XD XD

Chapter 1

Channie's POV

Running.

I run through the woods, out of breath, tears streaming down my blood stained face, mud covering my naked body. I can't believe I did it. I just left them. Left them to die, Mama, Daddy, Tannie, all of them, and I now I'm the only one left. Lord Vile and His followers didn't see me sneak out the back around my tent and sprint to the forest before he managed to butcher me too, but now that didn't matter, I'm alive, and they're not. How "Un-Lycan" of me to abandon my clan like that.

I should probably tell you who I am. My name is Chance Shrapnel, but ever since I was young, I have always taken the nickname Channie, and yes now I know it rhymes with Tranny, so don't laugh! I am what mages call a Lycan, or I have Lycanthropy. Plainly speaking, I'm a werewolf. Yeah, you know, from all the horror films, the ravenous blood-beasts that murder people to eat their flesh.

Yeah, well, were not like that, we only eat things that are already dead, (Like roadkill) and we had a peaceful life in the North of England, obviously not the best friends of English mages, but they let us stay in a large privet forest, until the war with the Mevolent started, and apparently the English sanctuary thought we were to much of a threat, so they packed us off to Ireland, were word got round to Mevolent where we were hiding, and because of all the bad roumors, everyone shunned us. We were thought of as monsters, beings, not anything, we were compared to vampires, even though they wanted blood, and we made friends with nature and lived in the forest. People madeup some crap about the full moon, and the fact we change evry time there is one. Actually, it's every time we feel angry, frustrated, violated, scared, any bad emotion really.

Over the years, our numbers went gradually down, being killed off by Lord Vile, who hated us the most, or commiting suicide by shooting themselves with a silver bullet. It was so sad.

At last, the once thriving Lycan tribe had been reduced down to just 23 of us. Until today, now there was just me, and I am scrared shitless.

I lie down on a bank, sobbing my heart out. I need a revenge plan on Lord Vile, and I know what it is! Join the army. It could be so easy! Ah! There are 3 (quite big) problems, though.

I'm a girl!

I'm not only a Lycan, but I'm the last Lycan on the planet!

I'm only 14!

I have an idea! I can make myself a facade! I have never done one before, buit could work, then I could disguise myself as a boy! As for my age, I can easily say I'm 17, and although I'm short, well, nothing can be done about that. I will still use the name Chance, because that's unisex, and unisex is always good, that's what Mama told me. Oh, Mama...

I stop crying and wander back to my camp. The majority of it has been set alight, and the dream catchers, and all the decorations that once made the camp beautiful are strewn on the floor. The bodies have been left, and I run over to my older sister Tannie, who has a silver bullet hole through her head. I lay her on top of me and sob.

Taneale and me, we've always been different. I always dress like a boy, I have short hair, and I hung around with the other 3 lads: Dracul, Mortimer and Urie, climbing trees and getting into bother, whereas Tannie, she was never into any of that. She wore dresses, and stayed in the tent and cooked with Mama. She hung out with the 5 girls: Echo, River, Liana, Shadow, and Saille. They would make decorations. The decorations which are now lying in tatters beneath my bare feet.

Taneale was the most beautiful Lycan I had ever seen. Usually, Lycans have dark, almost black hair and eyes, but I had been graced with red, but with white flecks, Tannie had white which went gradually darker, so the tips of her hair were jet black, My eyes are green, Tannie's were bright blue. All the lads wanted her, but I was the only one that knew she had a secret liking for Saille, a shy girl who liked poems.

That didn't matter now though. What I need is a facade, and some clothes. I walk over to where Mortimer was lying, blood seeping from the silver bullet lodged into his neck. I grimace. He was my best friend. His curly black hair was already beginning to fade into grey, a sign that the Lycan life was over. I don't have time to cry now, though. Moving quickly, I tear off Mortimer's clothes, and put them on. They're a bit big, but they're going to have to do.

I pick up a book lying in the mud- this is what I need. It was the Lycan incantation and blessing book, and it will tell me how to create a facade. I flick to the facade page, and I carefull take a knife, and begin to carve a deer's head, the Lycan symbol, into the inside of my wrist, then say a blessing over the top. I really hopes this works, my whole new life is resting on this.

Lycan's facades are the best. You can be in disguise for a couple of hours with a mages' facade, but Lycan's you can stay out in your new face for up to ten hours, but then it needs three to recharge.

Finally, I make my way to my tent, or what's left of it anyway. It's nothing more than some burnt wood, and ashes. The whole world is against me, I'll have to watch my back. I gather what I can (Food, and such) and leave, bidding farewell to the home I have loved for 14 years.

Walking in the woods is surprisingly peaceful, I think to myself. I find a stick, and throw it out in front of me, sighing. I picked up my fathers arrows back in the camp, the were his prized possession, and now I'll keep them, use them as my weapon.

"Yeah, you tell Skulduggery he can sod it!" a voice rings out in the silence of the woods. Oh God, Lord Vile, he's found me!

I stand, frozen to the spot, when another voice says: "Dexter! You can't tell Skulduggery to sod it, he'll be narked at us for days, and you know we don't want that, do we?"

Well, it wasn't Lord Vile himself, but it could easily be some of his mages. Oh no, is my life over before it's begun. Well, I don't want to take any chances! Running, again, panting, through the woods, as fast as I can. This time though, they've seen my, because they're running after, yelling. I fall down a bank, my thigh bone snaps and sticks out of my leg. I stifle a scream, but utter the words "Seal," and the wound instantly closes itself up. Another brilliant Lycan trick. I run again, tears pouring down my muddy, bloody face, until, I come to a dead end. Just a large clearing, and, I realise, there's no point in running.

I sit on the floor, not crying, my chin up, gazing at the two men, waiting for the end to come. One man has short blond hair, quite short in general for a man, but he is very, very good looking. Oh no, Channie stop it, you can't have a crush on the man that's about to kill you! he has some sort of uniform on, and he has a rifel pointed at my neck. The other man was staring at me. He had beautiful blue eyes and longish brown hair, he was very tall, and both looked like they were at the gym every day of the week. However, they did not look like Lord Vile's accomplises.

"I'm Dexter Vex, and this is my colleague Erskine Ravel. Please state who you are or I swear to God, boy, I'll blow your brains out!"

Well, that was nice of him...