Now, at first, I would like to say I'm sorry because I haven't updated for a… uh… While… But I have a good reason for that: School! It's driving me nuts! I just had my test week and I didn't have any time to do anything else but just study. But now that I have my autumn holyday, I have time to write and update as much as you want! :D

But, let's get into business!

Enjoy! :)

November 23rd (Present Time)

Berlin, German

Berlin Airport

It was raining in the winter time Berlin and the flight to Dublin was about to start boarding. Tourists, pilots and flight attendants hurried around the corridors and past the gates. Tourists were buying souvenirs and cheap alcohol in the shops. There was a café right next to Dublin gate. A young girl who almost shined her different black light from the crowd sat on a corner table, drinking a cup of coffee and typing her laptop.

Her name was Viveca Moody. Of course, no one in the airport knew that. She was about seventeen-year-old young girl but wasn't mid height and curvy like other girls her age, quite the opposite. She was short, thin and fragile. In every way she was small. Her body didn't had any feminine shapes and her breasts, if you could call them that, were small. She didn't look too healthy either. She had alarmingly pale face and she looked tired with black circles of hard black make up rounding her smoky green eyes. She was wearing all black and simple clothes; long black shirt and black jeans and army boots that reached mid leg. She had a silver skull bracelet on her writs and skull ring on her finger. Her hair was very short and had the colour of dried blood and black.

She was still very cute. Her smallness and weird doll like features made her look like a twelve-year-old girl. But her sharp and cold eyes, that could easily stop a grown mans heart told her real age to everyone she looked.

Viveca took her eyes off from her laptop screen for a while and glanced and a woman on the next table. The woman quickly turned her head back to her newspaper at second when Viveca looked at her. The woman tried to look like she had been reading the newspaper for a while now and Viveca moved her eyes back to the screen. She had used that people looked at her. She didn't look ordinary. And her laptop caused some attention too. It was Apple PowerBook G4/1.0 with a power PC processor, AltVec Velocity Engine, 960 mage RAM-memory and 60 giga hard drive. It had a new 17 Inc screen, NVIDIA vide card and144x900 pixel resolution and CD- and DVD stations. In other words, it was the top class laptop, and it showed in the prize. She had bought it from Sweden and paid 380 dollars from it, but it was enough to made even greatest computer geniuses drop their jaw. Not much of the people were able to appreciate the laptop, but when Viveca had first seen it, she knew she had to buy it.

Viveca gazed the woman and saw that a man had joined her. She looked at both of them and crossed her legs. She was enough close to hear their conversation.

"Did you hear the radio broadcast to day?" the man asked and the woman shook her head.

"What about it?" she asked and the man lowered his voice.

"Another murder in the Sanctuary of Ireland", he said and woman gasped.

"Who died?"

"Well, it was just a murder attempt, but it was another politician, Mr. Zimmermann", the man confessed. "But it was the third shooting"

"Well that is just horrible", the woman said. "Do they have any suspects?". The man nodded smiling wickedly leaning in closer.

"Detective Pleasant"

"No!" the woman gasped.

"Uh-huh, and he's wanted right now, Dead or alive, that's what they say". The woman looked at the man and then shrugged irritated.

"Well, Thurid Guild and his polices should get him locked up in no time"

"Don't be so sure", the man said and a small blink of excitement shined in woman's eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"You remember the time when Ireland's Sanctuary had a secret mission in Aranmore farm?" The woman nodded and the man continued. "Well, I heard a rumor that detective Pleasant made detective Crux insane during it"

"Really? Why would he do that?"

"Because Pleasant was jealous to Crux. The skeleton was fired and Crux stepped in on his place. The mission was a great opportunity to revenge"

"You are right…", the woman said admiring. "But can he make people insane?"

"He must have used some spell or something"

"Oh my God"

"Yes, well, it's a tragedy". The man and the woman talked for a while before both leaving the table and walking to their own gates. Viveca, on the other hand, was no condition to move. She had heard every piece of the mage couple's conversation.

Detective Pleasant.

She leaned back and melted the new information in her head. She clicked open her own files on the laptop, then she opened a file that was named S. Pleasant. It had jpg. pictures and over 150 pages of Word documents and other documents, that outsides shouldn't be able to see or even get their hands on them. But Viveca had, it wasn't a trick, not for her. Skulduggery. she thought and clicked one picture larger. It had a picture of skeleton in a suit shaking hands with Irelands last Elder Mage Eachan Meritorius. That damned Armani? She shook her head. A main suspect in a murder? No. She couldn't believe this. There was something wrong about this. She had heard about all the cases in the Sanctuary. First the murder of Quantum, then the mysterious death of Quantum's assistant and after it an attempted murder. All were shooting. And now Skulduggery is framed.

If they were after Skuklduggery, sooner or later the Sanctuary would be after her too. And few people would like to silence her, no questions asked.

But there was something else that had caught her attention. A question the woman had asked.

FLASHBACK

"Can you make people insane?" Ghastly asked.

"Yes", she answered.

END OF FLASHBACK

She shook hear had. It wasn't time to thought the past. There was something a lot more in the game that she had thought. She had the numbers, now she needed the equation. There were secrets that no one wanted her to know. She loved riddles. She was going to find out the secrets and solve the riddle. She was going to find out the outcome.

Hmmm…Not my best work, but it goes…

And even more questions rose up. Who is Viveca? Why the Sanctuary would be after her? What has happened in the past? But most important, who is the real killer?

Sorry if I'm making this too mysterious, but I promise to give you the answers…Later!

Thanks for reading and please reweave, my darlings!

Hugs for all! :)