Here it is. Chapter three. Insert tired sigh-*sigh*.
Skulduggery and Valkyrie spent the three days after their very public fight with Scapegrace holed up in Gordon's manison. Already, the videos and photos were on YouTube, face book, myspace, and national-scratch that-international news. They were a marvel to people, as experts had examined all of the photos and videos and proved they weren't fake. Valkyrie and Skulduggery knew it was only a matter of time before someone recognized them. Or recognized Valkyrie, that is.
Guild had already visited the two, saying he was extremely angry with them-well, when wasn't he really angry at them?-but so desperate for a head detective that Skulduggery got to keep his job. He had also said that after this little incident the magical community probably wouldn't be a secret for much longer.
To say Valkyrie felt guilty was an understatement. If they hadn't chased Scapegrace through a public place then this whole thing wouldn't have happened and they wouldn't be stuck inside hiding from the media.
Skulduggery tried to convince her otherwise.
"It's not our fault," he said when she told him all of this. "Scapegrace ran into a public place. We just followed him there and he was the one who used magic first. It's his fault. We were just defending ourselves." His words gave her a little comfort.
On the fourth day they spent hiding in Gordon's mansion, they turned on the television to channel three after receiving a call from Mr. Bliss.
They saw Guild on the screen, looking tired and slightly sad as he announced that magic was real and that there were people in the world who could control it.
Surprising herself and Skulduggery, Valkyrie felt a tear roll down her face, and her hands dropped to her stomach as they often did. Everything they knew was about to change, whether they wanted it to or not. For better or worse.
This sucked hugely. It's also ridiculously short. But I really don't give a shit right now. My grandpa died this morning and I just posted it because I had to do something to keep myself busy because the busier I am, the less I think about it.