Hi, I'm back again. Yes, Luna, I agree. For me, it might have been a little dark, but this chapter is full of funnyness and facepalming idiotness. So it's more my kind of chapter, if you know what I mean. Enjoy this chapter.

And thanks to Flame Kitty 12 for going a little bit nuts and favouriting every single one of my SP fanfics.

Also, do you know what is really embarassing? I thought I was the only one in my family in, you know, the general vicintiy, so I started to sing 'Fight for you', but I don't know it's by, but I'm sure you know the one. And I might have had a paper towel roll cardboard thingy in my hand, so I started using it as a microphone, and I finish the first bit, pretending I'm up on stage, and I turn around and my stepdad is standing there, watching me. TOTAL AWKS!

2

Hats Off to the Prison Break

Sanguine stepped out of the wall and into the cell. The skeleton looked at him, then stood up. Sanguine held up his hands. "Relax. The lil' darlin' herself sent me. She said to tell you: be brave, the sparrow flies south for the winter. Dunno' what it means, but there you go. I guess it means something to you." Sanguine looked at Skulduggery, and Skulduggery looked at Sanguine. He grinned. "Do you think, tha' when we get on outta here, I could get a autograph? Lord Vile was my favourite killer when I was growin' up."

"If you get my phone, gun and hat for me, I'll believe you," Skulduggery replied.

"An' the autograph?"

The skeleton sighed. "I'll see what I can do."

"Don't go anywhere. I'll be back before you know it," Sanguine grinned, sinking down through the floor.

Sanguine appeared behind the kid at the desk. He couldn't have been more than twenty-something, and Sanguine grabbed him, then slammed his head into the wall. There was a hat sitting on the desk, so Sanguine picked it up. Not seeing anywhere he could put it and actually remember it, he put it on. He pulled out his razor and admired his reflection in the blade. He nodded, satisfied with his appearance, and started digging through the drawers. He quite liked the hat, actually. He could see why Skulduggery wore it. Sanguine pulled out a gun. He couldn't sure if it was the right one, but it was similar to the one that seemed to be pointed at him often. There was a phone here as well, so he pulled that out too. He hit the button, and the lock screen flashed up. He chuckled at the selfy of Valkyrie she had no doubt put up. She was wearing a hat as well. Who could've guessed he and girl had so much in common. Sanguine shackled the kid to the desk, then put the key on the opposite corner, then, grinning, he sank through the floor and burrowed back into Skulduggery's cell.

He handed over the phone and the gun, forgetting about the hat entirely until the skeleton tilted his head. Sanguine sheepishly took it off and passed it over, watching as Skulduggery adjusted it until it sat perfectly.

"And now I feel complete," Skulduggery nodded.

"Ready to go then? You never know when someone's gonna come an' see the kid unconscious."

"OK then. Go ahead and do whatever it is you do."

They stood there awkwardly, neither of them moving.

"I can only take you with me if you'r touchin' me," Sanguine said finally.

"I kind of dislike touching people. Unless I'm beating them up. I have a space thing."

"Well, get over tha' dislike and thing, or you can spend the rest of your life in prison. I'll send a postcard, maybe. I'm sure the lil' darlin' will."

Skulduggery sighed. "There's something I need to see before we leave." He reached out and placed a hand on Sanguine's shoulder.

"If you say so," Sanguine grinned and the earth parted and the darkness swallowed them whole.

There was a car waiting for them. A bright green car. Sanguine quite liked the colour. It reminded him of a beach, somewhere. Or maybe the pub back home in Texas. Either way, he liked the car.

"You didn't exactly pick an inconspicuous coloured car, did you?" Skulduggery said.

"Only car I could... find on such short notice. Now stop complainin' an' get in the car,' Sanguine said, unlocking the doors. Both of them moved to get in the drivers seat. Sanguine frowned at Skulduggery. "What do you think is goin' on here?"

"Forgive me if I'm a little hesitant to get in a car that has a psychopath behind the wheel," Skulduggery replied.

"Well, then, Skeleton. You haven't lived. Not really anyway."

Sorry, just a short one, but the next chapter is long. And hopefully funny. :D