Flaring rhythm: Dude. No. This is totally, and 100% Valduggery. I gave Fletcher an OC girlfriend named Misty. He is her boyfriend. He didn't want to wake her up because it was late. That's why Valkyrie said that he was a good boyfriend. AND YOU NEED TO UPDATE YOUR STORIES DAMMIT.

Aaaanyways.

Valkyrie lunged forward and extended her hand to grab the cloaked person. The person dodged her hand and stomped up onto the counters. They stepped onto the top of the fridge and pulled their cloak up with them. Suddenly, both Skulduggery and Valkyrie had their guns pointed at the figure.

"Get down from the fridge or I shoot your arm again," Valkyrie commanded.

The person didn't move.

"On the count of three," Valkyrie said again. "One…two…three…" She sighed angrily and cocked her gun and aimed to shoot. The figure remained still, until they swung out of the way, and flew down to the floor, to land gracefully on their feet. Their cloak swayed until it stopped and hung loosely on the person's body.

"Any chance you'd tell us your name? Or what the hell you're doing here?" Skulduggery asked cheerfully.

The person remained silent.

"Well then," he said again and put away his gun, "this is rather awkward."

Valkyrie nodded an agreement. "Can you talk?"

The person stood still, but nodded their head once.

"Do you like to talk?"

They shook their head.

"Well we're going to get nowhere fast." Skulduggery sighed and sat down on the floor, and motioned for the person to join him. They hesitated, but gracefully sat on the kitchen floor. Valkyrie groaned and flopped down next to Skulduggery and watched the person warily.

"So," Tanith finally said after a few moments of silence, "who is this?"

"We're not really sure," Valkyrie answered. "They attacked me and then I shot them in the arm."

As if for proof, the person rolled their cloak sleeves up to reveal dried blood on their arm, with a heavy, white bandage around the forearm.

"Ahh," Tanith muttered and sat down with Valkyrie.

"Question, are you a girl?" Valkyrie asked. The person rolled their sleeve back down, and nodded their heavily cloaked head. "And why are you here?" They all heard the girl inhale sharply, but she said nothing.

"Could you write us the answers?" Ghastly attempted. The girl remained immobile, but nodded shortly. Valkyrie grinned and got up to get some paper and pen. She returned and handed it to the woman. She took the pen up and began to write. She didn't write much. She handed the pad of paper to Valkyrie, who read it aloud.

It said: There is no reason that I am willing to release as of now. I am here to meet some of the mages. I know of you all, no need to be surprised.

"Well," Fletcher grinned, "that's convenient. You got a name?

No, she wrote.

"Can we give you a name?" he asked excitedly. She nodded curtly, and moved her head to Valkyrie's general direction, as if expecting something.

"A name? You want us to name you?" She nodded again. "Well okay then… Any suggestions, guys?" Valkyrie asked the group.

Tanith looked on at the girl. "If you showed us your face, maybe we could pick a better name for you," she grinned.

The girl remained quiet and still as a winter tree, but then slowly reached up and pulled her black hood down from her head. Everyone studied her carefully.

She was normal. She had bright blue eyes and short brown hair to the shoulders, with blonde streaks woven in it. She was incredibly pale, and her pink lips contrasted against her skin. She had freckles and a few moles and a small, intricately designed tattoo was placed on her right cheek. It was dark purple and swirled around, creating a vortex looking shape. Dots lined the outside and little crosses outlined the dots.

It was spectacular.

"Hazel?" Ghastly suggested.

"Cinderella?" Fletcher, obviously.

"Victoria?" Tanith said.

"I always liked Anna," Skulduggery mused.

"Alice!" Fletcher, again.

"Debbie." Ghastly.

"Jane."

"Susanna."

"Margaret?"

"Grace."

At the name, the girl violently shook her head. Her face, however, remained like a rock. No emotion passed over it.

"Okay, Grace is out," Valkyrie muttered.

"Snow White."

"Fletcher," Skulduggery growled, "we are not naming her after a Disney princess."

He smirked and shrugged.

"I always liked Isis." Tanith, naturally.

Valkyrie laughed. She pursed her lips and studied the girl in front of her. "You sort of look like a Maya to me."

"I think Ariel is better, personally," Fletcher smirked. He yelped in pain as Tanith whacked him over the head.

"I vote Anna or Maya. They're normal," Ghastly murmured.

"Anna or Maya, Tanith?" Valkyrie asked and turned to the blonde.

She placed a hand on her chin. "I say Maya, just because I like Valkyrie more than Skulduggery." She grinned and laughed as Skulduggery went limp and looked defeated.

"That is definitely not nice, Tanith," he grumbled. He faced Valkyrie. "Maya is fine with me."

"Ghastly? Fletcher?"

Both men nodded, though Fletcher looked a little put out.

"Hi Maya," Valkyrie grinned and held out her hand. The newly named Maya's face remained still and showed no emotion. She hesitantly stuck out her hand for Valkyrie to shake. Valkyrie took up her hand and smiled wider. "It's great to meet you."

Maya's head tilted slightly, like Skulduggery did. Her mouth twitched at the corners, but she didn't smile. But she was happy on the inside, where it really counted.

Billy-Ray Sanguine marched up the stairs in the old, Victorian type house. His hand felt along the wall, feeling up the old and decaying wallpaper. He grimaced at the porcelain doll at the top of the stairs whose face had been shattered, leaving a broken and jagged neck. But he grinned when he came to a large, dried up blood splatter on the floor. He admired it for a few moments, as if it was a painting in an art museum.

"Sanguine," came a soft voice from a room down the hallway. He righted himself, straightened his suit, fixed his shades, and removed his hat. The hitman-deluxe took a few hesitant steps forward, until the same voice called his name again, but it was more impatient and annoyed. He practically raced to the room at the end of the hallway. He pushed open the door and saw his mistress.

She was sitting precariously on her mother's old rocking chair, examining another old doll. This doll had blue yarn hair and big, brown eyes. She had pale skin and a pink sundress on.

Nina Minx smiled brightly up at Sanguine. "There you are. Ready to kill some more people? This one might require some more work."

He shrugged. "I can take 'em."

She nodded graciously and handed him a picture. It was fuzzy and one could barely make out the person standing in the background. It was dark as well, and there was no light source in the house at all.

Sanguine grinned and handed the picture back. "I'll definitely get rid of her for ya', ma'am. This will be easy." With that, he tipped his hat and disappeared through the floor.

Nina Minx grinned at the doll in her hands. She studied the picture closely, looking at the pretty face of twenty-six year old Valkyrie Cain. The skeleton was standing beside her, clearly annoyed at something the blonde teleporter had done. She swallowed and put the picture in her pant's pocket. Nina turned to the doll in her hands. She stroked her hair and rearranged her dress. Then, without warning, she threw the doll as hard as she could on the rotting, smelling, wooden floor. The porcelain doll shattered into hundreds of tiny little pieces, created a sea of splinters to erupt from the wooden floors.

Nina Minx pursed her lips and furrowed her brows together. "Thanks for the doll, mother," she said darkly.

WHAT? I like Sanguine! He gets to make another appearance, because he's that special. And plus I have this whole fight scene planned out between him and Valkyrie. It'll be neat.

So, I apologize for this chapter's boringness. Its kind of retarded and nothing really happened. But it's required to get the story going again. The next bits will be cool…I think. Maybe next chapter will be M…for violence and gore though. The sex is…later.

Um. Yeah. Bye.