This chapter is somewhat violent, and is also a scene that happened in Last Stand Of Dead Men, just with my OC and a few changes. Spoilers, though!

Ezra decided that hated planes and everything associated with them. Planes, airports, suitcases, the crying children, the hostesses. All of it. They all had passports, Skulduggery's was charmed so that it showed whichever façade that came up. "Skulduggery." Saracen said. "None of these tickets have seats next to each other." Skulduggery's face looked down at his ticket, took Saracen's from his hand, then Valkyrie's. "Oh, hell." He said. Too late now though, Ezra thought. They boarded the plane, unhappily. Ezra was in between a moody thirteen-year old and an overweight loud woman. Valkyrie was across the aisle from her, Skulduggery in front of her, Ghastly in front of him. Dexter was diagonally across from Ezra, Saracen directly in front. Ravel behind her. The woman's sweaty fat rolls were pressed up against Ezra's side, and the thirteen year old boy kept kicking Saracen's seat, and Ezra had to cough to hide her laugh as she saw him tense. The little boy took out a can of coke, opened it. It goes all over Ezra, and she embarrassingly gasps. The woman laughs and the little boy apologizes. Ezra wiped the liquid off her face as Dexter turns around to see what the noise is. He looks at Ezra's situation and laughs, quickly turning around in a futile attempt to hide said laugh. Ezra puts her headphones in and tries her damnedest to ignore the sweaty fat and the annoying child. She dozes off, then wakes up to a tap on her shoulder. She looks up to see Dexter looking at her, smiling. She grins and squeezes past the sleeping teenager. They stand next to the toilet, looking like they're picking something to drink. "So, have you ever flown before?" Dexter asks casually. "No." Ezra replies grumpily.
"Enjoying it?"
"No."
"How come?"
"There is coke on my top. You can see it. I look messy."
"Still pretty though." Dexter says, then realizes what he said. "Uh-"
"Wow."
"Yeah, I-"
"It's okay, you-"
"I meant-"
"It's fine."
He nods. He leans into her, and she falls into him, the plane lurching. A stewardess come through. "I'm going to have to ask you to sit down. We are experiencing some slight turbulence, the seatbelt signs are on." She says hurriedly. They both nod, embarrassed. They take their seats. Sadly, Ezra's companions are awake. The woman is hyperventilating beside her. The boy looks at her, winks. "Don't worry, I can keep you safe." Ezra stares at him, speechless. In front of her, Saracen snorts.
A short while later, but still too long for Ezra, the plane landed. They all filed out, then went to baggage claims. The little boy comes up to her, winks again, hands her a piece of paper. "Call me baby." then walks away. The Dead Men think this is the funniest thing they've ever saw and burst out laughing, even Skulduggery. They're still laughing when they get to passport control, only really stopping when they pile into a nondescript van. Ezra grumpily sits on her suitcase in the back, being thrown around. After about two hours, the van slowed and The Dead Men filed out, pairing up and putting the necessities in a ruck sack per pair so it was easier to carry. They walked. And walked. And then walked some more. Ezra decided that she loved Valkyrie, the two trailing behind the others, chatting and gossiping and laughing. Almost like two normal teenage girls, were it not for the six 400-something year old men in front of them, always insisting they hurried up. After another while of walking, they took a break to eat, drink and change into battle gear. There was black leather, and straps, and holsters, and belts and boots. "Whoa." Valkyrie said quietly. It was only really then that she realized just how dangerous this group of people was. Three elementals, three adepts, a skeleton and the strongest elemental to ever live. They could burn the world down if they hadn't picked the good path, tear it shreds. Of course, they weren't all scary and dangerous, not to friends or people undeserving of their scary and dangerous mood. It had just never occurred to her before. And she was a part of it now. They walked, and sun started to dip under the horizon until it was dark. Then they walked into the fog. "Wait..." Skulduggery said quietly. He clicked his fingers. Nothing. He looked at the others, tilted his head, wanting them to try. No one's was working. "The fog?" Anton asked. "Yes..." Skulduggery murmured, looking around him at the thick, billowing fog. "Which means..."
"There's something here." Valkyrie finished. He nodded. "Exactly."
They walked in silent from there, being careful and cautious. Then they came upon a town. It wasn't there, and then it was. It was ruins though. Crumbled buildings, burnt shells of houses, bones and skulls litter the pavement. This is the evidence of an obliterated town. "What could have done this?" Valkyrie asked. Ezra and Skulduggery shared a look, then Skulduggery replied "Wraiths."
"I think they're here." Ravel said quietly. And they were. At least ten of the grey ghosts floating towards them. "Oh, hell." Ghastly said, Anton muttering something stronger. Saracen withdrew his weapon, as did Dexter. "I don't like this." Ezra said, withdrawing her stick. It was a stick. Longer than Valkyrie's when Ezra snapped it to full length. It was nearly the same height as her. "We don't have magic though?" Valkyrie questioned. Ezra nodded. "We all have our weapon." She said, the nerves coming clear in her voice. Skulduggery fired his gun at the Wraiths. It didn't do a great deal. And then they were upon them. "Split up!" Skulduggery yelled, dodging a punch. He glanced behind him, saw more Wraiths floating down towards them. "We can't fight them, so get out of the fog!" He yelled. With that, The Dead Men scattered. Valkyrie, Saracen, Skulduggery and Anton ran left. Ezra, Dexter, Erskine and Ghastly ran right. From there, they took different paths to each other, winding quickly through out buildings, dipping and ducking into doorways. The Wraiths were quick for as clueless as they seemed. Ezra ran into a house, hoping to run out the back door. But the back door was covered by fallen debris and rocks. Her gut twisted as she heard a faint whispering. Five of them, blocking her way out. She grabbed her stick in both hands, placing it firmly in front of her. One Wraith came for her, tried to wrap their hand around her arm. That was enough of an attack for her. She twirled her stick, slammed it up into the Wraith's jaw, the other end smacking one in the forehead. There were two many though. She grunted, not willing to go down without a fight. She spun and jabbed, ducked and dodged. But more had already come through the door. They were grabbing for her, latching on to her protected arms, her legs, her waist. Grabbing, grabbing, grabbing. She struggled and grunted, but there was no breaking their grip. Then one wrapped their burning hand around her neck. She screamed, lurching back into the ocean of hands. Her screams turned to gargles as the hand seared itself deeper into her flesh.
I'm going to die, she thought numbly. Then the Wraith holding her neck was thrown off of her, and the ones holding her scattered at the sounds of more gun shots. Then a gloved hand was closing around her own, and dragging her out of the ruins. She matched Skulduggery's run fine, but the cold bitter air dug into her neck like knives. She tried to talk but she couldn't. Her throat was too badly damaged. It hurt, damn it. Then she felt the fog lessen. They were almost there. Then just as sudden as the fog appeared around them, it wasn't. Ezra saw the rest of The Dead Men, in alright shape. Valkyrie, Saracen and Ravel had been burnt, but nothing too serious. Ezra turned in time to see the Wraith's come through the fog. "That's not fair. They're cheating." Erskine said, insulted. Valkyrie, Skulduggery, Ghastly and Erskine threw fire ball after fire ball, and Dexter threw energy balls to very little avail. It did some damage and took down a few but the numbers were simply too great. Ezra was standing next to Anton as his Gist burst through his chest. That did it. But for every Wraith that fell, one or two came through the fog. They were throwing everything they had at them, but they were like an infestation. "Ezra, light 'em up!" Dexter yelled, as Anton's gist went back into him. Ezra nodded, finding it hard to breath. She stood in between the Wraiths and The Dead Men. She dumbly put her stick through the strap on her back. She took a shallow breath that was meant to be deep, then let her magic flow. It started as a tiny ball between her two hands, bright white, like fire. Valkyrie found she couldn't look at it, it was too bright, illuminating their surroundings in the dark. It got bigger and bigger and bigger and then Ezra flung her arms wide, creating a wall of that white-gold heat. It incinerated the Wraiths. They were there, then they were dust. Her hair had turned the same colour, white hot gold, her skin seemed to be letting off steam, evaporating the sweat on her. She had turned into the heat, the magic. Her eyes blazed gold. Then she closed her eyes and collapsed. Dexter scooped her up, careful to touch only her protective clothing. Erskine gave Valkyrie some leaves, and they worked instantly. She looked at Ezra's neck, worried. It was nasty, also way beyond any of their medical skills. "Is she okay?" Valkyrie asked, falling in step with Skulduggery. She nodded to Anton as he passed them to walk with Saracen and Dexter. "Yes, just drained." Skulduggery said. "Should we worry?"
"About her neck, yes, about her passing out, no. She just used too much too soon. Did you see her? Did you pay attention?"
"She was burning up."
"She was. What she just did is almost the equivalent of our Earth power. Very affective on the not-dying front, but it takes out an awful lot. She can do little amounts of her Sun power, but not Walls like that. Those should be avoided, but there were too many, and it's surprisingly difficult to fight an enemy you can't touch."
"I agree whole-heartedly. Skulduggery... Are you happy she's back?"
"I am yes, but I'm waiting."
"Oh? For what?"
"For her or Dexter to admit they have feelings for each other."
At this, Valkyrie laughed. "They would a cute couple. I want to be part of a cute couple."
"In due time, dear Valkyrie."
"But come on, it's not fair. Ezra already has a guy who wants her and he hasn't even seen her in four hundred years... Wait, what if he has a girlfriend?"
"He doesn't. He hasn't been in a relationship for the whole time she was gone."
"That's a long time. And I have guys who won't even text me back."
"I do."
"You're not my boyfriend though."
He hesitated. "True."
Valkyrie shot him a sideways glance. He hesitated. What the hell does that mean?

Kind of sort of maybe playing with the idea of Valduggery, but I'm not sure... what do you guys think? Please R&R!