Swordlord - Tyrian
Everything was swimming in and out of view. I had a massive headache. Imagine if someone did keyhole surgery on the top of your head, forced five sticks of dynamite through the hole and then lit them with a sparkler. Then you might get close to how much my head hurt. I closed my eyes and muttered to myself. If I remembered correctly, I might be able to freeze the nerves in my head enough to stop the pain.
"That won't work you know." Skulduggery looked at me from the corner. "Those cuffs drain all the magic out of you." He looked at me sympathetically, as if he had done what he did only because he needed to.
"Don't you dare look at me like that." Despite the pain, I almost exploded. "Don't you dare, you bastard. I can tell what's going through your head. 'I did what I had to do, I hate myself, naughty skelly butt!' Well guess what, pal?" I glared at him, hoping he would understand. "I don't give a damn for your sympathy. You didn't have to do this. You know as well as I do that that's Tihana. And yet you still did it. The famous Skulduggery Pleasant, the most sensible of the sorcerers." My voice was like ice, but my rage was like fire. I kept my voice calm. "You disgust me. You can go to hell."
I don't trust him. Be wary. Tihana's voice echoed through my head. I nodded at her. The information was useful. I closed my eyes and concentrated. Finally, the pain went away. I began to doze off, but I didn't want the dream again. Whatever happened, I couldn't have that dream again.
