Hey everyone! So, this is a new series based around crime and a many new characters on the shelf. Again, this one is Skulduggery Pleasant based because, well, what else? So, let's get to it…

She ran her bare feet cut and bleeding heavily from the harsh, firm ground of Roarhaven. Dystopia whipped around a corner, a blazing fireball just missing her face, her short, matted black hung lazily at her ears as she breathed heavily. Carefully, she pressed her damp body against the moss covered and cold wall, the blisters on her hands broke and she grimaced as she felt new ones beginning to form across her palms. Dystopia slowly raised her hand to her face and snapped her fingers together and a large flame lit her hand ablaze, she took a deep breath in and stepped out, preparing to aim.

The skeleton detective held his classy, brown revolver in his gloved hands and the young girl next to him entwined her fists with shadows. Skulduggery raised his gun and Dystopia's eyes grew wide, he wouldn't shoot her. Would he? She raised her fist and began releasing her hand when a crackling and powerful energy burst into her back, she gasped for breath and a single curse left her mouth as she fell to the floor as the classy boots of Skulduggery Pleasant approached.

Valkyries POV

Valkyrie spun shadows though the air and into the direction of the stunning girl that had tried to stab her five minutes ago as Skulduggery hurtled fireballs at the same target, the girl darted around the corner, missing Skulduggery's fireball by an inch at the most. She looked straight at Skulduggery, who whispered no helpful instructions and who told her nothing of the situation at hand. "Who is she?"
"Who is who?" Skulduggery kept his eye sockets on the place the woman had disappeared at.
"The girl! Who else is there for me to ask about?"
"Me,"
She stared at him hopelessly, he was concocting a brilliant idea and she knew it, "You are not a she,"
"How could you possibly know that, I am a skeleton am I not?"
"Yes, but-"
"But I have nothing to decide my gender nor sex,"
"Yes but, well… I just know you aren't a she,"
"I would happily prove you wrong…" Skulduggery that one this time, she had not intended to hear that.
"You make me feel sick, thanks for putting that image into my head,"
"It is not my fault that you find a skeleton pelvis so ridiculously disgusting,"
"That was not my point. Anyway, you sound like a he!"
"Don't confine to gender roles, Val."
"I will murder you,"
"And she's back!"

There was a rustling sound above and Valkyrie grabbed the shadows as Skulduggery got out his revolver from his holster and outstretched his arms. The girl all in black stepped out, her beautiful eyes wide with wonder but her lips curling with a mischievous smile that held many secrets. Skulduggery took the safety mode of his revolver and aimed clearly at the woman's chest, he wouldn't shoot her, she technically hadn't committed a crime, or not one that Valkyrie knew of. The girl's eyes widened even further and the smile slowly faded as Skulduggery clutched the trigger eagerly. However, before he could shoot there was a green flash and the woman fell slowly to the ground, gasping for air but receiving none. Chrystal Fury stood behind the woman, her hand splayed in the direction the girl had been standing. Her eyes twinkled as she lowered her still glowing palm and walked simultaneously with Skulduggery over to the mysterious girl.

Dystopia's POV

Dystopia awoke to find herself in an interrogation room with shackles binding her powers just beyond her reach. She felt tired and drowsy that meant a psychic had looked around her mind, well that was just peachy. The room was simple and distasteful, it was lit well, unlike all the other rooms in the sanctuary and had light yellow walls and a plain oak table and chair, along with another metal chair with shackles attached to the arms, which, luckily she was not in.

Dystopia roamed the room for a few moments and ran her fingers across the dirty walls and dusty tables. This one simple and disgusting room confused her, she had never seen a room like this. Dystopia Tempest was a woman who had been in many rooms, but never an interrogation room, she wasn't the interrogating type. Slowly, she found herself wandering back to the oak chair and lolling her head back, completely and utterly bored out of her wits. She ended up sifting through the previous scenario in her head, who had picked her up and taken her here? Who had knocked her out? And above all, which energy thrower turns someone paralysed and doesn't eat them? All were Sanctuary workers, definitely.

Shortly after Dystopia had come to an end of her day-dream a pretty, young lady with chocolate hair that curled its way down her neck and landed on her shoulders. She wore classy, large, black-rimmed glasses that framed her face, she stared at Dystopia with deep brown eyes and cocked her head to the side. "Dystopia Tempest?" Her voice had a gentle and pleasing tang to it, still very British though. An English mage then, interesting.
"Woah! You're little psychic pets have found my name! God, you guys are really ahead of me!"
The English mage rolled her eyes and chuckled slightly, "Thanks, genius. But we just found the name on your ID card," Dystopia looked down and the card that hung from her neck was gone, she scowled.
"I see," she mind-slapped herself for her own stupidity,
"Dystopia Tempest," the woman continued, "I am Chrystal Fury, otherwise known as the energy thrower who knocked you out yesterday." Dystopia got up but Fury raised a hand, "Uh-uh-uh, you're powers may be bound but mine are not." She gave a dashing smile and Dystopia sat down again, sulking. "I'll be asking you some questions if that's alright," she giggled, "Who am I kidding? You don't have a choice."
"Why am I here?" Her voice sounded strong and powerful,
"I'll be asking the questions Miss, now sit down!" Dystopia realised she had stood up again and sat down sadly and sunk back into the metal chair she had been demoted to. "Thank you. Now, what were you doing underneath the sanctuary?"
"I didn't know it was the sanctuary,"
"Why were you here?"
"I was visiting my sister,"
"Who might that be?"
"I'm afraid I can't answer that,"
Fury did not looked pleased, but she got straight to the point, "Why did you try to kill Miss Valkyrie Cain?"
"She came at me, it was merely a form of self-defence,"
"And stabbing is a form of self-defence?"
"We obviously have very different definitions of self-defence."

It seemed like the last word. Fury despised last words.
"What do you want?"
"I want the bloody battles to stop!"
"What battles?"
"Good, evil, bad, whatever. It's all one big commotion!"
"If people like you stopped being evil, people like me would stop fighting?"
"People like me? I'm just dystopian. In some eyes I am good and in some bad, no more, no less."
Fury shook her head and changed the subject, "Do you know one Skulduggery Pleasant?"
"Who doesn't?"
"Once again, I'll be asking the questions," she began to continue but Dystopia wanted out.
"And I'll be shackling you,"
"Pardon?"
Dystopia jumped from her seat before Chrystal could even flinch and raised her hands over Fury's head and used the shackles to choke Chrystal. Fury screamed.

Why did everyone always have to scream? Screaming was very over-rated. Skulduggery Pleasant, Valkyrie Cain and a familiar necromancy face Dystopia couldn't recognise raced into the room and gazed upon the two girls.
"Oh, Dystopia." The one she couldn't recognised began,
"What will we do?" Valkyrie finished.
"Dystopia, release Chrystal, you won't win this fight,"
"Oh really? Take one more step and I kill her!" Dystopia announced proudly, a smile playing across her lips.
"With what, you're on-point powers or very sharp wit?"
"No, with my very sharp knife," Dystopia reached into her pocket, bending Fury's body to the side and removing a sharp, shining knife.
"Dystopia, put the knife down," Valkyrie said the words slowly but firmly,
Skulduggery put forward his input next, "Tempest. Knife. Floor. Chrystal. Here. Now."
"I think not," responded Dystopia, "You see, Chrystal is my way-"
But she didn't finish, a shadow pierced both her arms and chest from behind. The unrecognisable girl caught Chrystal with a handful of shadows and the knife with another, but let Dystopia fall to the ground. She stood were Tempest had just been.

"The thing is," Tsvetok Mira said, "she probably wasn't even that bad."

Woah! So there's the start of