A/N- RAWR!
Lol, Jokes! I'm not a dinosaur!... Or am I? *Strokes chin thoughtfully*
I went off topic...
You: There was no topic!
Me: Oh...
Anyway... Another chapter is here! Enjoy it... While you can! MUAHAHAHA!
I do not own Skulduggery Pleasant, Derek Landy does. ALL HAIL DEREK LANDY!
An hour later, an angry looking Fletcher appeared in the middle of the room.
"Where is Skulduggery?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"In the back, meditating. Why?" I asked.
He didn't give me an answer. All he did was give a savage grin and stride to the back.
"He's gonna do something he'll regret," I said to Ghastly.
"Yup," he said back, sipping his 5th cup of tea.
A minute later, Fletcher appeared in the middle of the room, dusting his hands.
"Oh my god, Fletcher. What did you do?"
"That will teach him to mess with my hair," he muttered.
A moment later, an angry sounding Skulduggery stormed into the room.
"Where is my hat!" he roared.
Fletcher gave a yelp and disappeared. Skulduggery strode to the bathroom door and pulled a terrified-looking Fletcher out of it.
"Where is my hat, pinnapple head?" he asked menacingly.
"I-In Mexico," Fletcher squeaked.
Skulduggery grabbed the front of Fletcher's new shirt and pulled him closer.
"Take me there. Now."
Skulduggery and Fletcher disappeared.
"Stupid, stupid boy," Ghastly muttered, "he should know better than to lay one finger on Skulduggery's hat."
I grunted in agreement.
Skulduggery and Fletcher reappeared and Skulduggery cocked his hat to a dangerous angle on his head.
"Now everything's back to the way it should. Fletcher's hair resembles a porcupine, I have got my hat back and we are on our way to the sanctuary. Let's go!" he said cheerfully.
I looked over to Ghastly and he shrugged. I followed Skulduggery out to the Bentley and got in shotgun, Fletcher rode in the back.
On the ride to the sanctuary, Fletcher silently simmered, angry that his plan had been foiled. Skulduggery, on the other hand, was whistling. How he whistled, nobody knew. People would've thought it wouldn't be possible to whistle without lips or a tongue.
Then again, I've seen alot of impossibe things in my short lifetime.
We entered the sanctuary unapposed, as we were expected. As we walked along the corridors, numerous sorcerors nodded their hello's.
We entered the elder's council room.
There were three chairs in the council room; the one in the middle was reserved for the grand mage- Erskine Ravel sat on it. Madame Mist was sitting on the chair on the left and the chair on the right was empty. That was Ghastly's seat.
Madame Mist and Erskine were having an argument.
"I do not think you should have given Elder Bespoke a day off," she said. At least I think she said it. I couldn't see any feature on her face due to the black veil she wore.
"The magical community still needs his impervious clothes. We can do without him just for a day, can't we, Madame Mist?" he asked with his eyebrow raised.
Madame Mist didn't answer. Instead she turned to us.
"Miss Cain, Mr Pleasant, Mr Renn. What brings you here?" she asked.
Erskine answered for us.
"They are here to learn about the dead body Valkyrie found last night," he said.
He turned to us, "please come with me."
We exited the elder's council room and started traversing the many corridors that branched out of the main corridors of the sanctuary randomly. Along the way, Erskine supplied us with some information.
"We expect the assassin to be mortal, as the victim was killed without magic and due to China Sorrows's symbols, which she put up a while ago, that alerted us when a magic user entered Haggard," he explained, "we also figured out who the person was."
"Who?" I asked.
"I'll tell you inside. Anybody could be eavesdropping here. The walls of this room are magically protected so nobody outside can hear us," Erskine said as we stopped outside of a room guarded by cleavers.
He motioned the cleavers aside and we stepped through. In the middle of the room, on a sort of operating table, was the man I found. I could easily make out his features without the blood and gore. A straight nose, thin lips, pale skin with a few not very noticable scars and brown hair. I also noticed that they didn't bother to close his eyes and that his eyes were a dark brown, bordering on black.
"This is Travis Gunn. He was a detective for the London sanctuary. He's been missing since Friday."
"Why would they haul him all they way to Ireland and then kill him outside Valkyrie's house?" Skulduggery asked.
Erskine shrugged. "You're the detectives," he said.
"Maybe it was as a warning," I suggested.
I shuddered. That was a very hard thing to say. Acknowledging the fact that somebody wants to kill you.
"Maybe," Skulduggery said thoughtfully. "Where was Gunn last seen?" he asked.
"I don't know, you're going to have to ask the London sanctuary about that one."
Skulduggery cursed. "Damn. I only just came back from London."