Firstly, apologies. Again. I lost all of my documents when I broke my memory stick, sooo… yeah. Also I got sick; sprained my wrist and am being severely bullied at school. It has been a week from hell. Sorry for not updating, and sadly, I do not own S.P.
Valkyrie winced as the blood-curdling scream erupted down the corridors.
"What was that?!" she demanded, turning to Skulduggery. He wasn't there.
"Wha-" looking around wildly, she spotted her partner already walking to the source of the scream. She caught up to him, and whacked him on the arm. He whacked her back. She whacked him again. Before the skeleton could hit her, she grabbed his fist.
"Don't do that!" she hissed.
"What?" Skulduggery cocked his head to the side in curiosity.
"Don't run away!"
"I walked." She slapped him again and stalked off down the corridor. Valkyrie Cain stopped dead. She turned back around, and Skulduggery noticed how pale his partner had turned.
"Val?" he asked, concern whispering its way through his words. "Are you OK? Is something wrong? Are you hurt?" the skeleton bombarded his trembling friend with questions.
"Where," she said slowly, "was Tanith when they got out of Ghastly's van?"
"Oh, hell." Skulduggery whispered. The two took off sprinting down the corridor.
Valkyrie was checking every doorway, searching every room for any sign of the high Dead Men, but to no avail. That was, until they reached the repository.
"Guys, look what I found!" they heard Erskine scream, followed by a lot of laughter.
"Here… not here! Here… not here!"
"Cloaking sphere?" Val raised an eyebrow at her partner, who nodded. Another scream erupted from the room, followed by even more laughter.
"YOU… YOU DROPPED IT… ON HIS FOOT!" Saracen Rue roared. Someone howled in pain, probably Anton.
"G-G-Guys, h-HE'S HERE!" Fletcher shrieked. More screaming erupted from the repository.
So who is he?
