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Chapter 4: Ironic
She fell gracefully, her body crumpling like taffeta as she fell to the ground with an almost inaudible gasp.
How ironic that, after facing Gods and countless psychopaths with magic at their fingertips, it was a simple bullet that would finish her off.
Her long distance vision reduced to blurs, she could just make out something swiftly coming closer. A figure. It wore a blue suit. A Skeleton. A name floated to the surface of her mind. Skulduggery. She suddenly realised that she was crying, silent tears making a glittering path down her cheek.
Skulduggery dropped to his knees beside her, and cradled her in his lap.
"You'll be okay." He murmured, "You've survived worse, you'll be okay."
"I think we both know that isn't going to happen." Muttered Valkyrie through gritted teeth.
"You can't die on me now! You promised. Until the end, remember?" His breathing shook and he was panicking. "You're my partner, my best friend, my little sister. You can't die." Valkyrie didn't reply. Skulduggery became more and more desperate, turning his head and shouting for help. He turned back to her, and with trembling fingers, he brushed a strand of raven hair from her face. "You can't die," He whispered softly, "I won't let you."
"You probably won't have a choice," Sighed Valkyrie. Her grip on life grew weaker by the second, and she knew she didn't have much time left. "You have to let go."
"I can't! You have to carry on! You have so much left to give!" He cried. Valkyrie's deep brown eyes looked up into his skeletal sockets.
"Not any more."