The Tales of Fletcherie: The Lockdown

Welcome to the Tales of Fletcherie, folks. This is the second tale I have for you, and this one has less love (but it's still there) and more fighting and suspension.

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The Lockdown

Chapter One: The Big Yellow Tin Can of Doom

Valkyrie Cain POV

I sighed. I can't believe Skulduggery was making me do this. School. I've been to hell and back, but that is nothing compared to eight solid hours of pure torture, that I would rather spend time singing with Scapegrace instead. Damn, Skulduggery.

At least I get to be with my boyfriend, Fletcher Renn. Ever since a month ago, when I was taken by a horde of werewolves, he has been a barnacle, practically. Well, not that I'm complaining. But it's still school.

Earlier that day…

"Valkyrie!" I heard Skulduggery call from down the staircase. We were at Gordon's house, looking up information on the weekly baddie, Relish Gernin. I sighed, and went to the top of the staircase, looking down at Skulduggery.

"What do you want- again." I complained. Yeah. I just complained. Big whoop, want to fight about it?

"You're going to school."

"What?"

"I was pretty clear, if you ask me. You. Are. Going. To. School."

"Why?"

"Relish."

"Not good enough, Skulduggery." I let his words sink in. Then the realization came. "No. No, not again. Why is it always me?"

"Don't worry. Hair Kid is coming, too. You'll be able to teleport out if anything bad happens. As in,worst case scenario, a bomb is in your pizza. You're going, Val."

"Fine!" I mumbled, "Bait… Fun for the whole family."

And that is how I'm getting stuck in this bloody place.

I walked up to the bus stop, crossing my arms. I leaned against the pole, scowling. The wind was blowing today, and snow was covering the ground. The sky was grey by the clouds. I suddenly wasn't alone.

"Yo." Fletcher greeted ,teleporting right next to me. He was wearing jeans and a Dark Side Of the Moon Pink Floyd tee shirt. I didn't even flinch at his appearance next to me.

"Fine. I see how it is." He mock- pouted and pretended to be hurt by my silence. A small smile played on my lips, but I still kept shut. "Someone's in a crappy mood. I don't blame you. Rather spend a day with Scapegrace than go to this cursed place."

Thank you for agreeing with my conscience.

I smirked. "Well, it's funny, because I thought that same thing earlier, at least five minutes ago." Fletcher looked surprised, but he shouldn't be. We do hang out a lot. (More like he follows me around, punching anyone who tries to talk to me, but he won't admit his crime.)

"I thought-"

" 'Bout time."

"- that you weren't talking."

"Out loud." I pointed out. Fletcher sighed, seeing as he was not getting anywhere. I smirked again, and waited for the Big Yellow Tin Can of Doom to arrive.

"Stephanie!" Someone called. I cursed under my breath, and turned to see my "best friend", Reia Kellyn. Reia, for short.

"Reia! What's up?" I put on my 'happy face', and turned to see my blonde haired friend. She pulled me by the wrist, over to the bench, where she made me sit down. Her cheeks were slightly red, but she looked warm.

"Who is that cute guy standing next to you?" she asked.

"Fle-" I paused, thinking of a different name.

"Fle? What an odd name." Reia mused. I laughed. Fletcher would get a kick outta that. Fletcher walked up, a cocky grin plastered to his face. He was covered in snow, and his hair was messed up. He had his hands behind his back.

"Hello, Fleh." Reia said. I suppressed a laugh, but a wide grin was on my face. Fletcher glared at me, and then threw a snowball at me. I gaped at him, and scooped up some snow, and hurled it at Fletcher's surprised face.

And then it began.

I don't know who shouted 'Snowball Fight!' but it didn't matter.

My main target was Fletcher. I kept on throwing snowballs at him, messing up his hair, sticking snow down his t-shirt, etc…etc…etc. At one point in time, someone came up behind me, and shoved me into the snow. I rolled, and did a coffee grinder into their ankles. I jumped up, and threw a punch. It collided with Garret's face.

Garret was the school bad kid, bully, whatever. He annoys the heck outta everyone, getting in their business, sticking their heads into toilets, making fights, but now? Picking me for a fight was not a wise choice.

Garret lashed out a kick, which collided with my stomach. I fell back into the snow, and kicked upwards, hitting Garret's chin. He backed up, and tried stomping on my feet. I moved it, and he stepped on snow. I grabbed his ankle, and pulled on it. He fell back.

"Fletcher!" I called, and a millisecond later, Fletcher appeared at my side. He pulled me back to my feet, and I dusted off.

"You OK?" he asked. I nodded my head, and turned back to Garret. In his place, was an IOU card.

IOU:

A fist to the eye, three broken ribs, and a lot of kicks to the ribs.

"Lovely kid." Fletcher sarcastically mentioned. I broke out into a grin, and we walked back to the bench.

"Valkyrie! Did you just beat up Garret? After all that, he's coming back, with vengeance on his side." Reia warned to me. I smiled sweetly.

"That may be, but I'll be ready with caliginousness on my side. And we'll be ready." I assured, cracking my knuckled like every other cliché'd person.

And that with lovely little scene, The Yellow Tin Can of Doom arrived.

Thank you! Please review and write back. You know, encouragement is always helpful. This chapter is dedicated to Reia Kellyn (as promised) ok. Good-bye. C'ya soon.

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