While Smoke and the gang are out doing their thing, an unsupervised, corrupted Skulduggery goes to see his partner. Rated T
The world smelled of smoke.
Valkyrie groaned and lifted her face off the airbag-covered steering wheel and fell back into her seat, coughing weakly. Her head was pounding and when she touched it her fingers came back red and sticky. She moved her legs experimentally, wincing at the sharp jab of protest from her left ankle. Head wound, probably a concussion, and a severely sprained ankle.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
After undoing her battered seat belt she tried the driver side door. The handle clacked ineffectually, the metal slab not giving an inch, and with an angry curse she abandoned it. Crawling over the gear stick to the other side, she wriggled into position and kicked the door open with her good leg before half falling out of the wreck. She managed about two unsteady steps before the world tilted and she hit the ground. With effort Valkyrie managed to roll onto her back, the action winding her. Above her fluffy white clouds traversed a deep blue sky and for a while the only sounds she heard was her uneven breathing and a faint buzzing.
"You don't look very well." His voice, smooth as velvet, drained the tension from her body. Then her addled brain caught up and relief turned to dread. A man stepped into view, casually strolling towards her wrecked car. Brown eyes watched her. They were cold and she could see the barely contained glee in them.
Skulduggery smiled and bent down, dragging her up by the front of her coat.
Valkyrie's head lolled to the side, ears ringing.
He cupped her cheek to support it. "Come on, focus," he murmured, surprisingly gentle. "You have a concussion, I can't let you fall asleep."
"Stop…" It came out weak. She swallowed thickly, tried to say more but the world turned fuzzy, then black.
White, hot pain shot through her, piercing the darkness, and she screamed, eyes flying open again. Skulduggery held on to her finger, twisting it further until he'd nearly folded it back completely.
"Don't fall asleep," he told her amiably. She whimpered and he released her hand. She pulled it close, cradling it protectively against her chest while the handcuffs latched onto her wrists and drained away her magic.
He picked her up bridal style and together they rose into the air.
Valkyrie didn't know where they were going. She tried to look down, tried to get her bearings, but moving her head made her nauseous. It was freezing up here. The cold seeping into her regular clothes, making her shiver. She regretted not changing outfits and with barely a thought she wriggled closer to Skulduggery.
He chuckled and obligingly flew lower until the shaking wasn't quite as bad.
"I've got so many plans for you, Valkyrie. I've missed you."
She buried her face into his jacket, breathed in the familiar scent and fought back the tears threatening to escape.
Why did I write this you ask? Because. That's it. That's my reason. This story might get a sequel if I can think of something horrific and heartbreaking, and then actually write it down.
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