I am so sorry! I haven't been writing because I've started my GCSE's and have had to do a lot of work. I've forgotten completely… I am SO SO SO SO SORRY! Forgive me? Oh don't be like that! I love you… Forgive me…! Ok? You forgive me? Good.
"Okay, now payback for Skulduggery locking me in here…"
The Doctor ran from his hiding place, grabbing the TARDIS key from around his neck. It makes him unnoticeable, but not invisible, like the monster that hides in the corner of your eye. He skipped through, Skulduggery and Shelia still dazed. "Don't mind me, just… going."
"Wait! You can't go!" Darquesse said, blocking his path. "We'll be stuck in the future so you put that key right back around your neck right now and go back to your hiding place!"
"…"
"Do it." Snapping her fingers, the TARDIS doors snapped shut. The shadows laughed and danced around The Doctor. Sighing, he put the key back around his neck and let it dangle endlessly. Going around them all and not in-between them like before, he sat back behind the wall. Mumbling, he watched the fight.
"Heads gonna roll tonight, bitch!" Skulduggery said in the gayest voice ever.
"Bring. It. ON!"
"Oo, but girl, you need to check out your nails… They all chipped."
"…"
"…"
They stared at each other, then Darquesse ran up and upper-cutted Shelia. Time slowed dramatically, Shelia flying up into the air drastically, saliva flying from her lips in comically drawn droplets. "HAAAADOOOOUUUUUKAN!" She put her hands together, then splayed them out opposite each other with so much power her wrists started to ache. Shadows flew from the crook in-between her hands like some kind of dark torpedo. Shelia flew back, her body leaving an imprint against the wall. She grunted in pain, a piggish remark for a piggish woman.
Valkyrie laughed to herself, hearing the commotion taking place outside. "Vile, you GAY!" Then she started to lose control… The story was writing its self! However hard she tried, it didn't slow down. She couldn't control Darquesse, Vile or Shelia… This couldn't be too good, could it?
Shelia spat blood, wiping the scarlet from her mouth. "What you didn't know, Valkyrie, is I have a secret weapon…"
Shelia stared at Vile. Seemingly right into his soul… Then he stopped. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. Something was crawling up inside of him, stopping him dead in his tracks…
"What are you doing to him?" Darquesse cried, running at Shelia. She tackled her to the floor, but she was too late…
Regaining some control of Darquesse and Darquesse alone, Valkyrie used her to get the answers.
"What did you do to him!"
"Why don't you take a look?"
Darquesse sat on Shelia's hips and gathered the sharpest of her shadows, forcing them into a weapon. "I'd rather not. Tell me…"
"Well, you know when Bespoke made himself a statue for… ages?"
"…"
"Yeah."
Dropping the spear, she ran over to his side. She was right… He was stone… You couldn't tell as the armour blocked away all his skin. Shelia placed her hands flat out on the cold floor and pushed herself off the ground. Resuming a standing position, she cackled an evil cackle. "Reverse it…" Whispered Darquesse.
"I'm sorry, little girl, I can't hear your plea…"
"Reverse it." She said, a little louder.
"Poor little girl… Is your daddy gone now?"
"Reverse it!" She screeched, running at Shelia. She shoulder barged her into the wall. Shelia screamed out, a sickening snap ringing out into the darkness. Sliding down the black, cold, stone wall, Shelia started to pant. She grasped her chest, holding the life inside of her. "First, Ash. Now Skulduggery!? How dare you! How DARE you! You don't have the right… You don't have the right to end these lives! Especially not Skulduggery's! How dare you!"
Shelia cackled, her head rising slightly. A smirk crept across her darkly tinted lips. "He's stone. There isn't a reverse button."
"What…"
"There is no reverse. He's a statue."
Valkyrie tried to snap out of her trance, pull away from whatever force was making her continue writing. Taking control was the only option.
The only option possible.