What's going to happen? Do you think this will be a violent end for Valkyrie Cain or Skulduggery? Do you think Sanguine will ever realise Tanith just isn't into him?

Person: Nah, he ain't got eyes!

Point proven.

Ok this one's a little more serious than the rest, hope you don't mind.

They began throwing punches but I was concentrating on a perfect moment to try and intervene. Sanguine went low but Skulduggery kneed him in the face and Sanguine stumbled up. I heard voices.

Mortals. Perfect.

"Skulduggery! Mortals!" I yelled. He payed no attention, so I got slightly closer. "SKULDUGGERY!"

Sanguine winked at me and then Skulduggery turned to me and yelled "WHAT!"

I shrank back, looking genuinely terrified of him.

I knew drama club would pay off one day.

A fist smashed into the side of his head and he stumbled then went back to fighting, more vicious than before.

Time to play my ace card…

I jumped in the middle but then out of no-where, Skulduggery sent a fist smashing into the side of my head. I stumbled backwards and fell on the floor. That was the hardest blow I've ever felt, and now I really was scared of him. My best friend had just dealt me one of the most painful, scarring hits I've ever felt. I was sitting on the ground, looking up at him terrified.

Sanguine smiled, satisfied. He winked at me and tipped his head in goodbye, then tunnelled away.

Skulduggery just punched me. He had hurt me. On purpose.

Skulduggery knelt beside me.

"Valkyrie, I-"

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!"

He tried to reach his hand out but I moved away quickly. I saw the pain in his eyes. The hurt. Why was I doing this? I could stop it. I could stop his pain.

I was genuinely terrified of my best friend, and he knew it.

Skulduggery looked at me. Our bond of trust was broken, and he knew that too.

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't touch me, Pleasant!"

"I didn't mean it Val, you got in the way and-"

"SHUT IT!"

I got up and walked towards the bus stop. Waiting was painful, especially knowing he was still there, beside me. Convincing me he didn't mean to do it. I know he didn't mean to. I just… I don't know. It's like there's something different now. Something stopping me from saying something sarcastic and hugging his ribcage. Something stopping me from saying "Its ok." and forgetting all about it.

It was like a protective wall, but a wall I wanted to break down.