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Chapter 10
He stood there on the river bank. As he stood there, he thought to himself, When I'm in power, the water won't make a loud, annoying noise, the moon won't pester me at the edge of my eye, giving me a headache. When I'm in power, that God damned duck will do something other than swim in a circle again and again.
Once he thought about it, a smile formed on his lips. He clicked his fingers, caught the spark, and turned it into a flame. Then took aim at the duck, and threw the fireball. The duck instantly began to burn freely, its whole body covered in flames.
He turned around from the animal in flames, and proceeded to walk down the small footpath. There wasn't a lot of time until midnight. Not that it really mattered to him. Getting the secrets from the jug could be done at any time, but midnight just felt right to him.
He didn't bother looking around any more. Pleasant and Cain were dead. That made him grin, but he stopped and snarled immediately, remembering how much he hated toothy grins. He knew that it had not gone smoothly for Banal. He had driven up to Banal's personal safe house to find it being swarmed by Cleavers and sanctuary agents. He had sat in his car, watching for at least half an hour before driving off. He hadn't even seen Skulduggery Pleasant's hat!
In his right hand was a small brown bag, made of non-damageable leather. That meant that if you put a fragile glass copy of a willow tree in the bag and spent all of ten years throwing the bag down a cliff, the glass willow tree would be undamaged when you took it out again. But that bag didn't hold a glass willow tree. Oh, no, it held something much more beautiful than that, in his eyes. The Lost Jug.
Just the thought sent a shiver down his back. He opened up his bag, as he turned the corner into the street he would be receiving his long-awaited, well-deserved power. The Jug itself was somewhat unremarkable. But he knew that it was defiantly The Jug because he could find obvious, detectable signs of magic around it. He didn't like obvious things.
He looked at his face in the shiny silver surface of The Jug. His pig-like nose looked too big, and his grey-blue eyes were too long. But that may be because he was looking into the side of The Jug which was rounded. He could also see his many dark freckles entwined with what the mortals called 'patterns'. Really, they were magic symbols, probably drawn to keep the Secrets inside.
He stopped admiring himself and put the Jug back into the bag. Looking up, he brimmed with confidence. Unable to contain the excitement that bubbled deep inside him, he ran to the side of the five story building and stopped at an iron ladder. Clenching the straps of the bag between his slightly off-white teeth, he used the air to bring him up to the top edge of the building, where there was a small gap between the roof floor and brick wall. Sighing softly, he took the bag from his mouth and walked over to the book placed on a pedestal in the centre. All he needed to do now was say a passage and all the Secrets would be his.
This one is a bit short, but I hope you all like it! There isn't much left of the story, but this is the point where my concentration stopped when I started writing it about a year ago. But I am going to finish it!
Undated might start getting slower, but I will try my best to keep them long (unlike this) and awesome!