A/N- I'M BACK!
You probably didn't notice I was gone… Forever alone
ANYWAY I apologise for my absence, I thought of writing, looked over at my laptop and collapsed.
Anybody else get that?
No?
Just me?
So, I'll try posting again, but my school break is over :( and I might not be able to post much…
BUT I SHALL TRY, FOR ASLAN AND FOR NARNIA!
I know you missed my randomness ;D

I do not own Skulduggery Pleasant. If I did, it would be suckish. DEREK LANDY IS, AND ALWAYS WILL BE, THE AWESOME CREATOR!

"Well that's not right…" Skulduggery said as he consulted the map of London he was holding in his gloved hands, "It says that 6 kilometres north of here is the middle of nowhere."
"Skulduggery," I said, "You're holding the map upside-down."
"Ah," Skulduggery said as he turned the map the right way up. "This is better. It says 6 kilometres north of here is an abandoned underground train station."
"Okay, I'll just teleport there, then," Fletcher said.
"No!" Skulduggery exclaimed, "They might have set up enchantments around the place. You need to stay with us."
"I'm not walking 6 kilometres," Fletcher said, crossing his arms.
"Who said we were walking?" Skulduggery said as he started walking in a seemingly random direction.
"What else are we going to do?" I asked.
"I have a back-up car lying around here somewhere."
"No. I am not riding in one of your back-up cars. Ever. Again."
"It's either that or walk," Skulduggery said in a sing-song voice.
"Can't Fletcher teleport us, like, a street over?" I asked.
Skulduggery sighed.
"Fine," he said, "we'll meet at the entrance to the train station, okay?"
"Okay," me and Fletcher both agreed.
"Fletcher put his hand on my shoulder and we arrived at the street just before the station. I could see the entrance- a row of concrete steps with metal railings leading down.
We sat on the metal railings and waited for Skulduggery. He arrived 45 minutes later.
Our jaws dropped.
Skulduggery walked out of the car. If he had a face, I knew he'd be grinning.
"DUDE!" Fletcher exclaimed, running towards the jet-black car that Skulduggery was leaning against.
"DUDE!" he exclaimed again, he was now running his hand over the sleek-black paintjob.
"DUDE! This- this is a Special Edition Hennessey Viper Venom 700NM!"
"Yup," Skulduggery replied casually, looking at Fletcher with amusement.
"There are only 7 in existence!"
"Yup," Skulduggery replied.
Fletcher looked at the car with admiration.
"Why don't you drive this around more often?" Fletcher asked.
"The Bentley is more low- profile," Skulduggery replied, shrugging.
I know, it sounds absurd. But it's true.
"Come on, then," Skulduggery said, leading the way down the steps.
The train station stank of mildew and dust. Trains had stopped coming here for a long time, as there was no-one to pick up.
"Okay. Valkyrie, you go that way with Fletcher. I'll go this way," Skulduggery said, pointing in opposite directions.
I nodded and headed off in my direction with Fletcher.
We walked. Our footsteps echoed around us, so it sounded like a group of people were walking.
I could also hear the scuttling and squeaking of rats.
Ew.
I couldn't help but remember the time when a rat got stuck in my hair.
I shuddered.
Super ew.
We walked and walked. I was searching the walls for any sign.
I heard something behind me.
I turned around, but there was nothing. I dismissed it as just my imagination.
As soon as I turned around, I heard it again. This time, Fletcher heard it, too.
"What was that?" he asked, turning around with me. I peered closely at the walls. Nothing.
A rat ran across my vision.
Disgusting.
But good, I guess. It meant that the rat was the one making the noise, not some stalker.
"Just a rat," I said to Fletcher, turning back around.
Then I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.
Cracks in the wall.
I had just realised my mistake.
I tried to yell out to Skulduggery.
But then everything went black.