Sorry that it's been so long!

"I'm sorry, I panicked!" Came Ezra's high pitched voice, the fear evident. Valkyrie heard rustling and footsteps and them the place was illuminated by bar lights. "You did good, Ezra. Thank you." Valkyrie said, embracing the smaller girl. "What is this place?" Anton asked, looking around.

"This is the Bomb Bunker. Dead Man style." Skulduggery said, not even hiding the pride from his voice as he walked back from the light switch.

"One from each pair know about it. We built it 400 years ago, and have modified it as fit ever since." Ghastly said.

"Only Skulduggery, myself, Ghastly and Saracen know about it." Ezra said.

"On the maps, its just a dead end road." Saracen said.

Skulduggery started walking and everyone followed. He walked through a wall into a cosy looking living room, with three couches, a rectangular table with eight chairs, and two arm chairs. Lamps were lit. "The one flaw of this place is all lights must be on at the same time, you can't have a light on here and not in the kitchen. The one problem." He said but kept walking. Through another door was a kitchen, fully stocked with pots and pans and plates and canned foods, with a silver stove and oven. Through the door in the kitchen led to a hallway. The hall way had eight doors. "We could have had separate rooms, but we figured adding a training room, a games room, a tailors and a weapons room would be better." Saracen said. Initials were marked on the doors. Valkyrie walked up to the wooden door with the block letters VC&SP on it. She opened it, mumbled goodnight and plopped down on her stomach on the large bed, her head in her hands. She was crying. She wasn't expecting them to say guilty. She wasn't expecting them to turn her in, to go against her. But they did. Now her friends were fugitives for her. She expected nothing less though. Ezra wasn't stupid, she knew what she was doing. Valkyrie knew Skulduggery or Dexter would have gotten them out if Ezra hadn't. She heard the door quietly open then close again, and soft footsteps on the surprisingly carpeted floor. Skulduggery sat on the bed next to her. "I don't want to talk." Valkyrie said through a sob.

"Then we won't talk." He said, resting his hand on her upper back. He started humming quietly, and Valkyrie cried herself to sleep.

"I wasn't expecting them to say guilty." Saracen said to Anton in the games room as he was beating Anton at a game of pool. Anton shook his head as he bent down to try and get a yellow in a hole. He wouldn't get it. "I wasn't either." Anton said as he lurched the cue forward. It smashed into the white ball, which clinked off of the yellow, which collided with the wooden frame and away from the hole. Anton tutted in annoyance, his pale face frustrated. Saracen analysed the table, looking for the best way to pot the last red. He found one, walked to the opposite end of the table and bent down. He got it. Anton sighed and tried again. "We're going to have to see him." Saracen said.

"I know." Replied Anton.

"Can you do it?"

Anton looked at Saracen for the longest moment. "I'm going to have to." Anton said.

"And as for the whole, you know, brought back from the dead thing… should we be concerned?"

Anton shrugged, finally potting that yellow ball. "What difference does our concern make to it? We're here. They need us. Why not just go with it? I'm glad I'm back. My only fear is seeing him. I might slip back into the violence I tried so hard to escape."

"He deserves it."

"That's not the point."

Saracen sighed, potting the black ball with ease. He straightened up and ran his hand through his brown hair, feeling an unfathomable blanket of stress and helplessness fall over him. Maybe Anton was right, why should he care? He had to help the Dead Men, and that was that.

Dexter sat with Ezra on his leg, her legs in between his, on one of the arm chairs. She was different. Reserved, and quiet, and scared to speak. Very unlike Ezra. Dexter traced patterns on her lower back. "What's wrong?" He asked into her hair, kissing her head gently. Ezra bit her lip, gripping his other hand in both of hers. "It… It's Macon. He's the one that… that had me for 400 years, Dexter."

Dexter stiffened. He had thought, of course he had, his hatred was far too obvious to be over looked. Yet he refused to believe it. He closed his eyes. This wasn't about him, not yet. This was about Ezra.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly.

"When you lifted my memory block… I went to see Cassandra. She put in her own block. It was to block out the… the bad memories. But they're coming down, Dexter. When I saw him, I pretty much felt the wall crumble. I'm remembering and I don't want to and it's scaring me. I keep having dreams, and flashbacks." She shuddered, squeezing her eyes close. "I'm scared to make decisions. I'm scared to speak up. I actually second-guessed if I should get us out of that court room. Of course I should have. But all those years, he told me I was wrong. I was selfish and wasn't doing the right thing. Now I keep thinking that." She was crying now, tears spilling for her closed eyes. Dexter pulled her closer, aching to make her alright again, to make her whole again. But he didn't know how. He didn't know where to begin.

The only thing he knew was that he was going to kill his father.

Ghastly expertly stitched the seam for Skulduggery's new suit. Now that he was human, he bulked out more. His suits fit him well, but were that little bit too tight for Ghastly's liking. No one else would really notice it, but Ghastly did, thus here was. Furiously stitching and sewing and hemming, while think of Tanith and those sons of bitches from that snobbery of a Supreme Council. Like hell would they take Valkyrie's memories away. He wouldn't let them, simple as that. They'd have to get through the seven of them.

The six of them, Ghastly corrected himself, stabbing himself accidentally with the needle as rage and a deep running sadness penetrated his thoughts.

Ravel.

His partner had betrayed him. Literally and physically stabbed him in the back. Which brought him to a new, even scarier line of thought; he shouldn't be here. Sure, he was happy. He gets to help Valkyrie keep her memories, and the Dead Men to eradicate Dexter's insane father Macon, which is always a plus, not to mention he'd be damned if he missed the wedding of two of his fellow brothers, figuratively speaking. But if he was brought back so easily, what's to stop them from taking him away again?

I got Microsoft Word finally and I'm honestly way, way too happy about this. I hope you enjoy, pretty please review!