Well, I had a sudden urge to write more of this story, so I did. Yup here's the next bit, I keep thinking "now, gory stuff!" then my brain goes "Nah, later." So yup, enjoy.
P.S. I have a few stories at the mo, and I was wondering which one I should continue with next. So, erm, I feel stupid. Can you tell me which one I should have a go at writting more to next? THANKYOU! Everyone who does is beyond awesome and will be favourited in either story or author thingy! yey! XD Thank you DAHARLINKS!
Skulduggery Pleasant was angry. Very angry.
And Skulduggery Pleasant angry wasn't something that many people wanted to experience.
He'd gone to Gordon's house to surprise them. Well surprise was what he was saying, but he was worried about what would happen.
After all Fletcher had suggested it, this movie night and Skulduggery wasn't so old to know what went through a 19 year old boy's mind.
When he'd got there the door was laying on the ground in front of the door frame.
This was his first clue that something was very wrong.
The second was the spilled popcorn on the floor and the obvious struggle marks around the room. Someone, he guessed Valkyrie, had been taken by surprise and had put up a good fight.
The third, and most telling clue, was probably the note stuck in the wall with a dagger that said. Storage Shed 41. It didn't take a genius to work out what had happened or that the note was for him. Again it didn't take a genius to work out where they were.
Judging by the handwriting it was male and the struggle marks there was more than one man here tonight. Again looking at how fresh the marks were it could not have happened longer than 2-3 hours ago, so think of a storage place around a three hours drive from here, either the Docks, Marsdon's Garage and Cornley's Docks. That left three options for him; all that was left to do was to find out which one.
Skulduggery was many things. Clever was one of them.
Valkyrie woke up, again.
Hopefully she looked over at Fletcher who was now awake.
She jumped up, forgetting the chains around her ankles and hissed in pain as a fresh trickle of blood ran down her foot. Grinning she waved franticly at him, and he waved back.
He looked ok, not great he was a bit too pale and his hair was a mess, he was wearing the same uniform as her and looked like he was about to be sick, but she'd been there.
She watched as his lips moved, forming words she couldn't hear.
"I can't hear you," she sighed at his confused face. "I can't hear you. I can't- oh never mind." He seemed to understand and looked sad. She knocked on the glass. He looked at her, and she made a love heart with her fingers. He grinned and did the same.
"Oh that's cute," the voice crooned into her mind. "That there, that's sweet. I'm filling up."
She glared at the camera. "Get a life, pervert."
"There's no need to be like that. I was only saying it's nice to see some people in love. I was in love once you know."
She sniggered, then stopped but he'd already heard.
"Go on laugh. I can just make things worse for him you know."
"Don't. Please."
Silence, then. "Ok. Since you asked so nicely."
"You know. You're turning out to not be so bad."
The voice laughed. "Apart from the whole kidnapping thing?"
"Yeah," she smiled. "Apart from that."
"That's good. I don't want to be not so not so bad. I want to be not so bad."
"I think I actually understood that. You remind me of Skulduggery."
Then there was nothing. Suddenly Fletcher was screaming and blood was running down his nose.
"What?" She screamed. "What did I do? Stop!"
"I'm not like him," the voice screeched. "I'm not! Don't ever say that!"
She stared. "Please, just stop!"
It did.
"Thank you."
The warmth that had been in the voice was gone, and replaced with pure venom. "Oh, you'll be thanking me alright. When you realise everything. Good will just win, for once."
"You're not good," she hissed, anger replacing any kindness.
"No, not really. And boy, are you going to know it. I got a lot lined up for you guys. A lot."
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