Well ya said y'all wanted some more… So come and have a go.

If you think you're hard enough.

-Sonya

Chapter 7

"Great, now we're going to have to fight our way out of here," Fletcher complained, sitting down with a thump on the hard, stone floor of the Tower of London.

Tanith and Valkyrie grinned. "What's wrong with fighting?" they asked, whirling to stand back to back, Tanith with her sword drawn and Valkyrie with a flame flickering in her palm.

"If we don't have to fight, we won't," Ghastly informed them, batting Tanith's sword down and gathering a little cloud of moisture over Valkyrie's flame, making it fizzle out.

"Hey," she said dejectedly.

"We're here to investigate, not reveal our existence after years and years of keeping it hidden," Skulduggery backed his friend up.

Tanith grumbled something about "Damn buzz kills," but sheathed her sword all the same.

Scapegrace had made a decision.

He was getting out. And this time he wasn't going back in.

Nor did he intend to get his fingers broken after being jumped by a wild hoard of cleavers thanks to one Valkyrie Cain.

He was the killer supreme, and no bonds could hold such a masterpiece.

Of course, he had yet to create that masterpiece, but that wouldn't take long. He, of all people could do it.

First of all, he had gotten out of his god-forsaken-cell. It had taken some doing, but pretending to have e-bola and then threatening to breath it everywhere got you loose pretty quick.

Actually, it got him put in solitary confinement in the E.R. even quicker, but the catch with that was, thinking he had an illness of some sort, then only sent Weeper to accompany him. And even Scapegrace could get past Weeper.

And get past him he did. Actually, as soon as he saw him, he ran like hell, but it was the same thing.

He had escaped. Successfully.

And it wasn't because he had been forgotten at a gas station this time.

But his euphoria was short lived, for the London cleavers were on him the second he set the alarm off running out of the building, beaming in glee.

Needless to say, he wasn't beaming any more when they were done with him.

Sorry I was so mean so Scapegrace, but I need him in jail, and y'all know he could never actually escape… I'll be updating again soon!