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Talking Skeletons and Broken Bones Chapter 4
I stared out of the window again during Mrs. Browne's Chemistry class for the sixth time. I couldn't help it. The strange dream and the strange Irish kid kept haunting my mind. That, coupled with the fact that I probably only had about an hour's worth of sleep last night. numbed my mind, not allowing it to absorb any vital information about the Periodic Table. I sighed and shifted my focus back to the front, only to find a piece of chalk flying straight at my face.
I dodged it like a pro ninja while Mrs. Browne screamed her head off. "FLETCHER RENN! WHY ARE YOU NOT PAYING ATTENTION IN MY CLASS? WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE SENT OUT TO MEET THE PRINCIPAL?" She waddled up to me, eyeing me up dangerously. "I hear that you "skipped out" on yesterday's meeting with Stephanie. What's wrong with you? You're wasting everyone's time, including your own. I am disappointed with you Fletcher," she frowned. I just continued staring out of the window (I really should start digging my own grave). "Okay, that's it. Fletcher, out of the class. Now." I rolled my eyes and strolled out.
Once I was out of the classroom, I headed to the restroom and slumped against one of the cubicle doors. I sighed and rested my head against my arms. "What am I supposed to do?" I groaned out loud. I punched the wall in frustration. "Talking skeletons, Irish girls, strange dreams. This is so confusing!" I sat up straight. "Maybe… Maybe if I go find Skeleton Man, I'd get answers!" I checked the time. "It's lunch now. No one should be using the labs. 5 minutes should be enough," I told myself while pushing my body off the floor. I peeked out of the restroom, relieved to find that the hallway was practically empty except for a strange scar-faced janitor I'd certainly never seen before. I walked out of the restroom and headed towards the laboratory area.
Once I neared the Biology laboratory, I peeked from behind the door. The coast was clear. Mr. Bones was tied to the post and was situated in the front of the lab like usual. I entered the room cautiously, just like James Bond- but my hair was much better of course. "This is too easy," I chuckled to myself before striding towards the skeleton. I raised my finger and poked Mr. Bones right between the eyes.
He didn't respond. I frowned. "Mr. Bones?" I asked, poking him twice more on the face. I was about to poke him again when something whistled past my ear (missing my cheek by a hair) and landed on the cork board. I looked closely. Was that… a dagger?
I fell on my back, scrambling away from the sharp pointy thing but I felt another sharp pointy thing at the base of my neck. "How do you know?" A soft feminine voice breathed in my ear as the dagger shifted closer to my throat. I gulped. That voice sounded familiar. "Ms. Low?" I squeaked, the dagger already making tiny nicks on my neck. "How do you know who Skulduggery Pleasant is? Tell me!" The voice shouted this time right in my ear as the dagger pressed further into my neck. I choked slightly. This is it. Goodbye Mike. I'm sorry I couldn't taste your cake. I squeezed my eyes tight. Hope this is painless.
"That's enough, Tanith." I blinked open my eyes to find the pressure on my neck had been released. Ms. Low was no longer trying to carve me to death. Instead, she stood to the side, fingering her sharp dagger. "But he's discovered us! He has to die! We need to find that person fast, or that monster would kill us first!" She made a move to stab me, but not before the lab cupboard door opened and a dusty skeleton dressed in a fine suit tumbled out. He brushed the dirt off his suit before placing on a hat. He reached out a bony hand to me, pulling me off the ground. He regarded me with empty eye sockets curiously. "This boy… He's special. He might be the one we're looking for." He turned towards Ms. Low. She angrily plucked her dagger off the cork board and sheathed both of them. "Fine. Do what you want. Can't go against the Detective after all," she rolled her eyes before stepping to the side.
"What's going on? Why is my teacher trying to kill me? What exactly are you? Am I dead? What is going on?" I heard the words come out from my mouth. "We are going to die. I thought you were an enemy but apparently you're not. This skeleton here is Detective Skulduggery Pleasant. He works for the Elders. I am Tanith Low. I kill criminals and evil things who threaten national security. I'm impersonating a teacher as we're here to find the last Teleporter on earth. We are going to die. Does that answer your questions?" Ms. Low blew on her fingernails lightly. My jaw dropped. "You're a killer? What is going on?" I cried.
"We have reason to believe that you are the one we are looking for. The last Teleporter on earth," the Detective told me. "However, we have only seen your powers in action once. Perhaps we should test you." He nodded. Ms. Low unsheathed her dagger and threw it at me at lightning speed. I screamed and thought of home just after a bony hand grabbed my wrist.
I panted slightly. Second time that happened. I opened my eyes and realized I was staring into large, empty sockets. I was about to kick the Detective off when he pushed himself off the ground and dusted himself off. "Do you have any tea?" He queried while browsing through my father's bookcase. I looked around. It was my home alright, with Mr. Fishy the goldfish swimming in his little bowl and Planty, my pet fern. The house was in a mess. I felt rather embarrassed, but I felt really awkward as well. "Can you even drink tea?" I raised an eyebrow, trying to act cool. The Detective stopped browsing. "True enough. Come, sit." He gestured to the sofa lightly, almost as if I was the one intruding. Offended, I plopped myself down and waited for him to sit.
"Fletcher, I think my theory is correct. You are the one we've been waiting for. The last Teleporter on earth," Mr. Pleasant stared at me with his empty eye sockets. I felt my world come crashing down. "I'm not human?" I felt my heart drop. "Not exactly not human per se… You just have additional abilities. I don't know your family background, but I do know that it is probable that your family has magic blood," Mr. Pleasant continued, bony hand patting me on the back lightly. "So, down to the important business. As you have heard, Tanith mentioned something about a monster just now. This monster does not have a name, as we have never seen it before. However, it's usually known as The Silent Killer as it kills without making a noise. We've never seen one before, but it appears to be after all the Teleporters in the world. Currently, there's only one Teleporter left. And that person, is you Fletcher Renn. You are the only person who can defeat this thing. Our hope is pinned on you. Will you join us?" Mr. Pleasant asked. I couldn't process anything he was saying. "I think I'm going to faint," I informed him politely. "Please don't, this matter is imp-" My eyes rolled back and I felt myself descend into blackness.
Hello again! :D My exams are coming in… 4 weeks! I have to get down to studying soon. Yes yes. Studying. I think I'm going to fail, but I have to do better because I have to live up to someone's standard. :/ Oh and I did miserably for my essay. But apparently I made the teacher cry because it was touching. Awkward. But never mind. I'm not particularly good at writing. I hope this met your expectations! :) See you next week!
Signing off,
Peanut the Awesome