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I woke up in a dark room with stone walls. It was cold and damp and small. My claustrophobia threatened to emerge but I held it at bay by force of will. I took in my position. I was chained to a wall by my wrists. I tugged at the metal chain, but it didn't give. I also tried manifesting a flame, but I couldn't.
Damn. The chains restrict my powers.
I heard a moan to the left of me and saw Fletcher chained to a different wall. I guessed he was knocked out too.
But the real question was, by whom?
"Fletch?" I whispered over to him. He only groaned and moved his head.
"Fletch!" I whispered again, a bit louder and a bit more urgently.
"What?" came his slurred answer.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He slowly opened his eyes and squinted from the dim light that was emanating from the single light bulb that was hanging from the ceiling. He looked over at me.
"I'm fine. The question is, are you okay?" he asked.
I was puzzled.
"I feel fine, why?" I asked.
"First of all, I saw you get knocked out back there. It was a pretty big fist, although I didn't see who it belonged to. Second, who knows what they could've done to you, and third, half your face is covered in blood."
I could reach my face with my hands, so I gently ran my fingers along my left cheek. It was true. When I looked at them, they were covered in blood.
A simple fist couldn't have done that to me.
Then I remembered the cracks in the wall.
"No. That's not possible!" I exclaimed.
"What's not possible?" Fletcher asked.
It was at that moment when Billy-Ray Sanguine walked into the room.
"Howdy darlin'," he said to me, "evening dimwit," he said to Fletcher.
"Hey! You can't say that! I am now officially part of the team! See, look at my clothes."
"Yes, they're very nice. Now Valkyrie," he said, turning to me, "a little bird told me that you and the Skeleton Detective were trying to find me and Tanith. You see, we don't want to be found. So I'm just gonna kill you. Slowly and painfully. The thing is, I just couldn't wait. So I already started."
I gasped and my hand flew to my cheek. I could feel a gash there.
Sanguine grinned.
"That's right, not so sweet cheeks, I got my little straight razor here and cut open your skin. What are you going to do about it?"
"Skulduggery's going to kill you," I said through clenched teeth.
Sanguine laughed.
"I don't think so. We caught your little detective too. He's in one of our more… suitable rooms at the moment."
"How did you catch us?" Fletcher asked, "I thought your stomach was all messed up from when Val cut you with Tanith's sword."
Sanguine scowled at the memory.
"Well, remember that little birdie I told you about? He's also a doctor."
My eyes widened as I put two and two together.
Then Tanith walked into the room.
Followed by Doctor Nye.
"Doctor Nye!" Fletcher exclaimed, "Help us! Come on, get us out of here!"
Nye laughed. The laugh was cold, unforgiving.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Fletcher," he said.
"You see good old Doctor Nye fixed my stomach up. Good as new. In return, all he asked for was you, my sweet Valkyrie."
"I never forgave you from the time you escaped my laboratory," he said, "now I can have you all to myself again."
I looked at Tanith. Or rather, the remnant that was inhabiting Tanith.
"And what do you think about all this?" I asked her.
She didn't reply. She only looked away.
"Wait. Hold up one second," Fletcher said, "Valkyrie escaped from your laboratory? When? Why? How?"
"I would like to know that too," Sanguine said, turning to Nye.
"You mean you didn't know?" Nye asked gleefully, "Little miss goody-two-shoes here is Darquesse."
I looked down as all but Tanith's gaze trained upon me. Of course Tanith knew. Well, the remnant knew. I was its god after all.
"This can't be true," Fletcher whispered.
"It is true," Nye said, "she came to me to protect her true name. Which is Darquesse."
"No. It's not true. It's not!" Fletcher said, his voice rising, "I don't believe you! You're lying!"
"No, Fletcher," I whispered, "it's true."
Fletcher's mouth opened in a silent 'O' and he sunk to the ground.
Sanguine just looked at me.
"Well, this changes things," he said, "I think I'll just have to get rid of you as quick as possible, then, lest you use your powers."
Then he advanced towards me, straight razor at the ready."