"Er… Yes please, please can I have an explanation?" I pleaded. Before she could answer, there was a knock at the window; there was a man wearing sunglasses, an immense black coat and a scarf around his mouth area, he also has wild, frizzy hair. He looks right at me. I think; I can't tell as he is warring massive, black sunglasses. He tilts his head to the side and asks "Who's this, Valkyrie?"
"Wait, I thought your name was Stephanie." I looked quizzically at her. She looks to the floor, her cheeks burning. We both waited for an answer whilst the dude comes through the window.
"Hes already seen enough, we may as well tell him."
"What exactly did you, young man?" He asked me.
"I-I sa-" I stopped talking, stopped answering. I probably looked like I was going to cry because I was so scared.
"Please, answer my question."
"I saw, ehem, Stephanie motion another Stephanie-"
"Stop right there," He looks at Stephanie, "The mirror?" I looked at the both of them, confused and scared out of my wits; Stephanie nodded.
"We may as well just tell him." She looks at the man; the man nodded. Stephanie looks at the man and points to her eyes. I wait for him to do something, anything. He takes off his glasses. I was expecting some eyes but I was greeted by darkness. He takes off his scarf, and again I was shocked. There was no single trace of flesh on his face; no lips, no nose, nothing, just a skull. I look at him, wide eyed.
"Nice to meet you, boy. My name is Skulduggery Pleasant and, who are you?"
"I-I'm Luke." We shake hands; I can feel the bones through his glove. I pull away quickly and look at Stephanie. She looks directly at me and clicks her fingers; a fire is lit, in the palm of her hand.
"WATER!" I scream, suddenly panicking, not knowing where everything is. Stephanie doesn't panic, she just laughs at me; the flame extinguishes. "Where did it go? I should have expected this really, but obviously, it was meant to be a surprise. I only saw him." I point my finger to Skulduggery. Stephanie looks me right in my eyes.
"What do you mean?" She asks me.
"Vision." Was all I said, I couldn't handle any more words, I was still too stunned. Stephanie walks over to Skulduggery and whispers something; he nods. She goes over to the mirror and her reflection comes out once again.
"Come with us." She says and jumps out the window.
"Hey! Wait up!" I scream at Stephanie and Skulduggery. Wow, I am really going to have to get used to that name.
Stephanie stops abruptly, due to something stopping in her path; It's a beautiful woman, too good to be real. I blink rapidly, why has Stephanie got a look of death on her face? Skulduggery might have too, but I can't tell.
"Hey Fingertwit." This mysterious figure pouts.
"It's Valkyrie, Airhead." Stephanie spits back.
"Oh, feisty now are we? I don't remember you like that when you were twel- Well, who do we have here?" She pushes Stephanie out of the way without even touching her. She's looking at me, like I', dinner. Slowly she lifts her hand and cups it, like Darth Vader with the force. I start losing breath, how is she doing this? I start to panic, kicking frantically in her 'grip'.
"New meat, hmm? I will look forward to this."
The last I saw, before I blacked out, was Stephanie charging up to the figure, with her fist clenched.
"We can't just leave him here!" Stephanie pleaded, when I regained some sense.
"I see you've grown quite an attachment for someone you've just met, Valkyrie." A boy with ridiculous hair said with a smirk.
"Oh, shut it." Stephanie replied.
"Who is this boy then?" Asked a voice I couldn't see.
"He's just some boy who stalked Valkyrie home and nearly got himself killed." The boy said.
"Shut it!" Stephanie screamed. "He could be of great use, actually."
"How?" The mysterious voice asked.
"You remember how I told you that Luke said he knew something bad was going to happen to me?" She asked Skulduggery.
"Yes, I remember perfectly clear."
"He got that information from just touching me. How is this not useful?" She asked the crowd. The boy tried to keep his laughter from escaping after what Stephanie had just said.
"If you don't shut it, I will have to punch you."
I couldn't take it anymore, this eavesdropping. I tried coughing but my throat wouldn't make a noise. I had to do something else. They were just talking, ignoring me completely. This is going to be harder than I first thought. I moved my head cautiously to the right; there was a table there. It was covered in objects that I can't begin to describe; they look too horrific. I picked one of these strange objects and lobbed it at the ceiling. It only made a little clink sound, but that was loud enough for Skulduggery to swivel his skull head around to see what made the sound. The rest followed his lead.
"Oh joy! He's awake." The hair dude spoke, his voice dripping with so much sarcasm, I thought we might drown.
"Just ignore him; he's a pain in the ass. Why are you even here? I thought you have a girlfriend in Australia, so why are you still hanging around Valkyrie?" Skulduggery asked.
The boy grumbled something under his breath and just vanished. How?
"He's a teleporter, just so you know." Skulduggery said, answering an unasked question.
"Oh." Was that all that came out of my mouth? Skulduggery came over to me graciously. He asked how I was feeling.
"I guess I'm alr- OW!" Skulduggery prodded my arm.
"I'll take that as a no."
"Lay off him just a tad. He just woke up after nearly being strangled to death." Skulduggery backed away.
My head flung back, eyes going completely white, my mouth locked open. I was going to see the future of Skulduggery, and that I do not want the pleasure of seeing. Stephanie ran over, shaking my arm, trying to get me out of this trance. This is really and truly hurting. Stephanie was pulled off and dragged to the other side of the room. This did not happen in class so why was this any different? I started screaming; this was seriously getting really painful now. Pictures started flashing before me; vampires included. Wait, what is that? Is that a God? How could this be? How is this linked to Skulduggery? Oh, that's why.
