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RevyCaitEll: CO-WRITTEN BY CAITGIRL1 Another update in less than a week, despite the distraction of a working PS2 (I missed it so much. I've been binge playing Ratchet and Clank)
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"A souvenir? That's a person Fletcher! Unless you just got a human sized bobblehead that looks like an unconscious teenager." Valkyrie glared sharply, causing Fletcher to shrink back. If looks could kill...
Skulduggery adjusted his hat slightly, staring at the creature on the ground.
"Care to explain what it is?" he asked Kenspeckle.
Kenspeckle huffed "Ask Fletcher, he's the one that kidnapped the glowing being from its own dimension,"
Everyone in the room turned to stare at the Teleporter, with mixes of shock, anger and amusement.
"What?! I was saving it from it's infinite doom. There was this weird metal thing choking him and stuff. You should have seen the dents in the pavement! Being the brave person that I am, I risked my life to save this poor creature from imminent death."
"It's 'inevitable doom' you eejit." Valkyrie corrected automatically.
Ghastly and Tanith appeared from the shadows, startling Fletcher into jumping. The state of Tanith's hair suggested that they had taken a ride on her motorbike.
"Great you're all feckin here, now all we need is the rest of the Dead Men to show up and cause the apocalypse," Kenspeckle groaned, hand rubbing his face.
"What should we do with it?" Clarabelle crouched down and started poking the glowing thing at her feet. She rolled it onto its front.
"I'm gonna call him Jimmy! Can we keep him?" She stared hopefully at the Professor. The inter-dimensional traveler distinctly looked like a human teenager, but the glowing and white hair was certainly different.
"No Clarabelle, we can't keep him." Kenspeckle assumed the boy was indeed male. He hoped he was, otherwise things could get awkward.
"So what should we do with him?" Ghastly spoke up, his arms crossed hinting at his disapproval of the whole situation.
"Help me lift him up, let's move him to one of the labs. Hopefuly we can figure out what he is there," Kenspeckle went to pick up the boy, greatly surprised at how light he was. He waved off Ghastly's offer and chucked the kid to Skulduggery to hold.
"Why do I have to take the weird inter-dimensional being?" He groaned.
"Because if it turns out to be a hostile beast, it will kill you first," Kenspeckle snarked back. Ghastly chuckled, he and Tanith led the way.
The strong smell of antiseptic assaulted the group. White Lino floors squeaked under their shoes, fluorescent lights buzzed with life over head.
They went down the hall, taking a door to the left. The room inside was bare enough, a metal table in the centre that was looking quite sinister. There was a line of sinks and steel cabinets along the edges, but that was it in the variety of furniture.
"Creepy," Tanith opened one of the cabinets to find it filled with various vials and flasks.
"Professor you have always been one for customisation haven't you?" Skulduggery commented placing the kid on the table.
"Wouldn't he freak out waking up on a table like that?" Valkyrie pushed past Fletcher to stand on the other side of the room, she leant casually against the wall.
"I don't see why he would. The table seems rather comfortable and homely. Totally unlike an experiment table." Ghastly replied, sarcasm dripping from every word.
"He got kicked in the head I think, he might not wake up anytime soon so no need to worry," Clarabelle skipped around the table, her hair bouncing wildly on her head.
"He got what?" Fletcher piped up, he had been shoved to the door.
"Yeah when you first teleported in he was all dizzy and he looked like he was going to barf and then the metal guy kicked him," Clarabelle replied cheerfully.
"Nice saving Fletcher," Valkyrie smirked.
"Well I chased away the metal thing!" the Teleporter protested.
"Actually, it only retreated once Kenspeckle started going mad scientist on it and was talking about experiments. The good Professor is quite loud when he's talking about sciencey stuff. Valkyrie and I could hear him a mile away," Skulduggery said, cocking his head toward the Professor mentioned. Kenspeckle had snapped on a pair of latex gloves, further driving home the mad scientist vibe. He moved curiously toward the table, before pausing as if he had remembered his audience.
"Are you all just going to stand around and watch?" He growled, glaring especially at the Skeleton Detective.
"Why are you only glowering at me?" Skulduggery asked, voice tinged with mock hurt.
"I hate you, that's why,"
"You know you love me, everybody does. It's not my fault if you're in denial," Skulduggery replied.
"Yeah, everybody loves you. I'll say that to you next time you come crawling to me for medical attention," Kenspeckle snapped venomously.
"Now, now Professor, the only reason people attack me is because they are jealous of my amazingly good looks. I definitely do not provoke them in any way at all."
Kenspeckle decided to ignore the skeleton and his hallucinations as he picked up "Jimmy's" wrist to check for a pulse.
Concentration and confusion was plastered on the Professor's face as he moved his fingers from place to place.
"I believe that this boy is very close to death," he said frowning.
"Oh," Fletcher replied quietly, the room uneasily silent.
"He's ice cold to the touch, but he is breathing, albeit very, very slowly," Kenspeckled continued.
"So he could still live right?" Fletcher asked, sounding hopeful.
"I don't know. He certainly isn't human, even if he looks awfully like one. I fear we could have another White Cleaver,"
Instantly the atmosphere in the room shifted again, it was uncomfortably tense. Tanith had automatically reached for her sword and Ghastly subtly got into a boxing stance.
"What do you think he is though?" Valkyrie asking trying to break the icy tension.
"Honestly, I have never seen anything like it before," Kenspeckle admitted leaning over to try pry open an eyelid.
He did not expect a pair of brilliant green eyes to be staring back.
Danny's brain was fuzzy at best. The left side of his head ached ferociously. He heard the distant buzz of voices above him and he felt a cold, hard surface beneath him.
"-never seen anything like it before," the words floating around finally began to make sense and Danny slowly pieced things together.
He had been fighting Skulker… A weird blond kid had interrupted the battle and then… Danny had the strangest experience of his life (even considering the the portal incident)
Danny listened closely, willing himself not to make a sound or move an inch. He heard the rustling of clothing and was very disturbed when he felt a warm breath on his face.
At this he instantly snapped his eyes open, yelping in surprise as the figure of a grumpy old man came into view.
The man jumped back in fright and Danny followed suit, only to end up falling off of a large table. A large metal table.
Experiment table.
Pure terror licked his veins and Danny backed himself against some sinks as he stared at the various people crowding the room.
A snippet of humour leaked into his thoughts as he peered at the odd group. There was a girl with brightly dyed hair and a dark haired teenager standing opposite him.
Then there was the scarred man, who had the muscle mass of a boxer.
Danny's mind locked up completely however when his gazed rested on the skeleton in the well tailored suit.
Despite his knee buckling fear of being a science experiment, Danny couldn't help but point out the obvious.
"You're a skeleton," he said, heart hammering in his chest.
"Yes, yes I am," it replied in smooth tones.
"Skeletons can't move around and talk," Danny replied dumbly. He cautiously eyed the old man who tried to edge closer.
"Well, I'm the best kind of skeleton,"
"Oh,"
Then the skeleton pulled out a gun.
"Now I don't mean to be rude," he said whilst aiming the pistol squarely positioned at Danny's chest "But are you going to try kill us? If so, kill the old guy first, don't worry no one really likes him,"
Danny blanked at the question, nearly going cross eyed staring at the shiny barrel of the pistol. The room was palpable with unresolved violence.
"Eh no?" Movement to Danny's left caught his attention. The old man had shuffled to the side of the room and had opened a press. Danny cursed himself for being distracted by the talking skeleton. (But then again it was a talking skeleton)
A glint of metal shone in the fluorescent lights and squinting, Danny could just make out a syringe in the man's grip.
Danny's eyes widened in horror as he turned intangible and passed through the skeleton and scarred man by the door.
He zoomed down the corridor having no idea where he was going. Danny was not going to be caught again. He was most definitely in a lab, the overpowering smell of antiseptic made him sick to his stomach. He stuck his head through multiple doors but only rooms the same as the one he had escaped from were hidden behind them.
Danny turned his head and spotted the walking skeleton strolling towards him.
"You can fly?" The skeleton asked, perfectly calm, smug almost. He outstretched his gloved hands and suddenly Danny felt his breath knocked clean from his lungs.
He crunched into the clean Lino floor flickering intangible as he heard the tell tale sound of a gun fire. The shot flew just past his boot, a warning shot.
"If you're getting bullet holes in my wall again, help me Skulduggery, I will reduce you to a biological display that I will give to Clarabelle for Christmas."
"He's not hitting your walls this time," the dark haired teen ran down the hallway, followed by the others.
Maybe the most notable thing about the people running towards them was that at least two of them had fire blazing from their hands, or that a blond woman was running upside down on the ceiling, a sword in her grip.
Having no idea what was going on, Danny was certain he had to get away. He pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the shouts for him to stop, and bolted into the air.
Except it felt like there was no air.
Danny gasped uselessly trying to breathe, but there was nothing. Fully panicked now Danny pivoted, vision darkening around the edges as he watched the skeleton splay his hands.
Danny fell to the floor, his energy leaving him. The skeleton's hands dropped and the air returned. Danny gulped it down greedily. What the hell just happened?
The others had caught up and Danny felt fear crawling up his throat. He was severely outnumbered and he had no idea what was going on.
Talking skeletons, people with fire burning in their palms and the woman currently standing upside down totally ignoring the laws of physics. (But then again he could do that too)
"What did you do?" Danny rasped, very freaked out at the moment.
"I manipulated the air around you. You didn't stop so I resorted to using my amazing powers," the Skeleton replied nonchalantly. His pistol was aimed at Danny's head.
"But, you could have warned me!" Danny grimaced thinking about how childish this sounded. Maybe he was having a trippy dream or something.
"In fairness, we did literally yell at you to stop trying to escape. It's not my fault if you can't listen. Now, I'm going to ask politely, what the hell are you?"
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