Wow. This is…Twilight length, I'm thinking.
I got Dark Days a few days ago. I haven't finished it, but I'm taking my time with it.
It makes me sad. It makes me unbelievably sad.
D:
Entry #9: Written June 11th
Dear Diary,
Stupid nature. I hate trees. I hate gargoyles. I hope they all die in fires. That would be nice. I hate sand. Today really sucked. SUCKED I TELL YOU.
Anyways, I don't think I need to tell you how that whole "search for Monsieur Snuggles" thing went. He, unlike humans, can fly, so no one was able to catch him. There were a few times when Skulduggery and I were together up in a tree, and we'd see him, but Skulduggery is too technologically retarded to work the cool walkie-talkie thing Aya gave us, so Monsieur Snuggles got away. He and I had been told to scout out the west parts, so we did just that. Before we departed, Monsieur Rhett gave us a little walkie-talkie thing that Aya had given him. I asked Monsieur Rhett why Aya wasn't with us, but he suddenly got uneasy and made an excuse about the rugged ground and her wheelchair. I don't really think that's what's wrong. You know, just sayin', Diary.
But, even though Aya wasn't there physically, she was there in an earpiece in my head. It got a little obnoxious after a while. Especially when we'd go from tree to tree and she'd start yammering on in my head.
"Be careful with my tech, Valkyrie," she grumbled in my ear. "Don't trip and fall on my beautiful work. I'd hate for that to happen; I'd have to run over your foot with my wheelchair."
"That would be hilarious," Skulduggery said, since he could also hear what Aya was saying. "I would enjoy seeing that."
"Yeah, I'm going to push you out of this tree in a second if you don't hold your tongue, Pleasant," I threatened.
Skulduggery opened his mouth and pointed to the empty space inside it. "I don't know what you're talking about, Cain. What tongue?"
I pursed my lips at him and prepared to jump to the next tree. I curled my shadows around my feet and took a huge leap, and I landed safely on the other branch with the darkness supporting me. Skulduggery took his "flying position," as he called it, and blasted the air behind him and floated over to me.
"I'm picking up Monsieur Snuggles's frequency. It's going hay-wire on me. Stupid monster. Hold on you guys," Aya grumbled, "I'm getting his signal. He's coming in your general direction from the south. He had just left Morocco an hour ago, but he's coming up here fast. Guys, climb as high as you can and see if you can get to him."
"But he's a giant beast!" I shouted. "How are we even supposed to get him? Wave a dog treat in the air, whistling and calling his name?"
"No," Aya answered tersely, "use my tech to call the main guys, and they'll know what to do. He's getting closer to you both, so I advise you to call."
I nodded at Skulduggery, and he pulled out the walkie-talkie thing. He pushed the ON button, but nothing happened. He pushed a few more buttons, and then it started shouting at us in Portuguese (I think). Aya sighed with frustration and tried to give us directions, but there was a terrible screeching sound and I heard, like, a helicopter. Both of us looked up and Monsieur Snuggles was there, staring down at us, his huge wings flapping every few seconds.
I don't think I've ever described what Monsieur Snuggles looks like, have I? Well, I shall do so now.
He was absolutely enormous. His body was at least eleven feet high, and he was probably five feet wide. He was a grayish-bluish color. His wings were double his body height, and his tail was around seven feet long. He had a long, ugly snout with sharp, intestine-shredding teeth. His tongue was huge and looked rough, like a cat's, only four times worse. Monsieur Snuggles had pointed ears, sort of like a combination of bunny ears and cat ears. They were tall, but pointed and could fold down. There were warts around his body, covering his enormous feet and hands. Both appendages had talons on each finger/toe, and I swear they could cut through the Arc de Triomphe in a second.
Anyway, back to the real world.
Monsieur Snuggles floated above us, screeching something occasionally. He growled once, and then flew off. When he had gotten far off enough that we could hear ourselves think I could also hear Aya in my head pretty much hyperventilating.
"He got away," she kept muttering. Then she started off in French.
Skulduggery sighed and poked the walkie-talkie. "I'm sorry, Mademoiselle," he said quietly.
Aya grumbled something, but calmed down a little. "It's alright; it's not your fault. I know where he is, and we'll find him again. Just get down from there and go back to the main set-up. Madame Gabs sent me a message, and she's waiting for you two. Bonne chance."
Skulduggery and I exchanged looks. We both shrugged and descended down from the tree and we started back to the camp thing.
We got there a bit later, and Monsieur Rhett was there waiting for us. "Bonjour," he said, "I hear you had a run in with Monsieur Snuggles; Aya told me about it."
"Skulduggery is technologically retarded," I grumbled.
He socked my arm. "It's not my fault. I hit the right buttons, but it just started yelling in Portuguese. I did nothing to it."
Monsieur Rhett shrugged. "Well, as I'm sure Aya said after she was down freaking, we still know his whereabouts, it's just the catching him thing that will be difficult. And Madame Gabs wants to see you."
"Aya wished us good luck," Skulduggery added. "Should we be afraid?"
He shrugged. "Depends on if you're afraid of teenagers and their huge bodyguards. They shouldn't yell too much, since they know that you are here to help us, and Madame Gabs is grateful for that, I believe. And plus, she really hates the Irish Grand Mage, so she doesn't want a confrontation between her and him about his detectives. She already gets yelled at by a lot of other people. Anyway, I'm ahead of myself. She's in the tent over there." He pointed to a green tent a few yards off. We thanked him and headed over there.
"Madame Gabs?" Skulduggery said lightly. "You wanted to see us."
"Who's us?" she replied.
"Valkyrie Cain and Skulduggery Pleasant."
"Yes, yes, come in," Madame Gabs said. Skulduggery held open the flap for me, so I stepped in first. He climbed in after me.
Madame Gabs was sitting in a fold-out chair in the darkness with only a candle. A huge, huge man was holding the candle. He looked like those giant Sand Men we had run into before.
"What happened with the creature?" she asked shortly. "Did Mademoiselle Robin's technology not work?"
"He couldn't get it to work, but Skulduggery can't work a TV, let alone this transceiver/walkie-talkie thing," I answered.
She nodded. "Fine. We'll have to try again soon. I need you, Valkyrie, and Tanith Low to go to the St-Étienne-du-Mont, which is a church in Paris. We need you there by three in the morning."
I stood dumbfounded. "Three? In the morning?"
"We're short on men," Madame Gabs answered. "And we're going in shifts, so you'll be there until nine in the morning, when we will force Skulduggery and Ghastly Bespoke to take over. Bring caffeine and anything you will need to stay awake – it's going to be a long night."
"Would I be allowed to come along too?" Skulduggery asked tentatively. The huge man beside Madame Gabs grunted and the candle flame flickered violently, threatening to snuff out.
"No, since you're required at nine," Madame Gabs said, still patiently, but it was obvious she thought it was a stupid question. I, for one, was completely for it, since that would open up opportunities for our ~relationship~
Skulduggery shrugged anyway. "I don't need sleep."
"I don't care!" Madame Gabs growled, sitting up in her chair. "You are required at nine, and you will stay until two in the afternoon. Understood?"
"Oui," he answered.
"Good, now get out." Madame Gabs waved her hand away, and I assumed that meant for us to leave. Skulduggery allowed me to pass him and we exited the tent and went straight back to Monsieur Rhett.
"What did she say?" he asked me quietly. Skulduggery was getting yelled at in French by one of Aya's techie people about working the walkie-talkie.
"She told me that Tanith and I would need to go to the…St…It's a church, I know that," I replied sheepishly.
Monsieur Rhett laughed loudly. "I assume you mean 'St-Étienne-du-Mont?'"
"That's it!"
He smiled. "Oui, we're setting up guards at every church that Monsieur Snuggles has come close to. We don't know what they want, but we're going to find out." He looked up at the sky and mumbled something in French, but then he turned back to me. "Anyway, I think it'd be best if at least you when home and got some rest. Be sure to tell Mademoiselle Low to rest up too. I have a feeling the two of you are very cranky when tired."
"Hey, we like our sleep!" I said and grinned at him. He turned away quickly when someone called his name, but he gave a wave to me and sauntered off to the techie who called him. I smiled as he was forced to crawl under the table because Aya from a laptop told him a wire needed to be plugged back in, and none of the techies could do it, since they were all required to watch the frequencies and make sure Monsieur Rhett got the right wire. He emerged, carrying a leaf and a few parts of a wire, with some dirt on his face. His lip jutted out as he saw me laughing at him.
"What's so funny?" Skulduggery asked suddenly, coming up to me after being yelled at.
"They made Monsieur Rhett crawl under the table and fix a wire," I replied.
He grunted once. "This is a strange Sanctuary," he said. I shrugged and grabbed his arm and yanked him back towards the car we took here. "Where are we going, dear Valkyrie?"
"We, dear Skulduggery, are going back home since Monsieur Rhett told me I should go and get some sleep and to tell Tanith."
"Good, I hate nature."
I laughed and continued to pull him to the car. Now here is when things get boring. To sum it up, Skulduggery and I get back to the villa, I tell Tanith about going to the church, she gets mad, we both go to bed, sleep until noon, wake up, do some stuff, go back to bed, eat, shower, sleep, eat, sleep, shower again, and by then: It's two in the morning! (Yeah, we can sleep like no one's business.)
Tanith and I were grabbing everything sugary we had, and I threw some coffee in a bag, and we were going to jump on her motorcycle before Skulduggery stopped me.
"Do you have everything?" he asked urgently.
"It's not a sleepover," I replied smartly.
"I mean do you have your bracelet, your gun, your handcuffs, your phone, etc?"
"I got it all. I haven't had a chance to shoot anyone lately, so my gun is still good. My bracelet is only taken off for necessary purposes, and I have that. My cuffs and phone are in my back pocket, if you want to check for them."
Skulduggery sighed quietly, but he suddenly pulled me into a hug. "Don't let any gargoyles eat you or kill you or anything, alright?"
I nodded slowly. "I won't, promise," I answered. "I'll haunt you if I die, so there's no getting rid of me." He pulled back and glared at me. "Alright, alright, I'll be fine. Tanith will be there, and she's got her sword, and I've got my necromancy, and we're going to kick anyone who threatens us, so don't worry."
"Vaaaaalkyrie," Tanith whispered from the front door, holding two of her motorcycle helmets. "Stop sharing a romantic moment and hurry up."
I laughed quietly, then turned back to Skulduggery. I bit my lip and making one of my famous do-something-stupid decisions, I kissed his cheek. Before I could break away, he had already grabbed my face gently, and he had kissed me on the lips.
"Just be careful," he whispered and let me go. I half-smiled, kind of embarrassed by how much I was blushing, and also since on the inside, my stomach was doing back-flips and my mind was reeling and having a party, since Skulduggery had just kissed me.
"Valkyrie!" Tanith hissed.
"Okay!" I grumbled back. Skulduggery handed me my bag and nodded curtly. I winked and bounded out the door. Tanith had the little "trunk space" popped open on her motorcycle and I threw my bag in there. I buttoned up my protective coat, wound my hair up, put the helmet on, hopped on the back and gripped Tanith's waist. She revved the engines wildly and we sped off to St-Étienne-du-Mont.
We got to the church quickly. Tanith parked her bike where Monsieur Rhett, Madame Gabs, and that giant guy Skulduggery and I saw were standing. I got off and grabbed our stuff.
"Glad you could make it," Madame Gabs said testily. "Alright, briefing time. Ready to listen?" She glared at both Tanith and I hard. The giant man opened a briefcase by his feet and handed us a few gadget things. I was afraid he would crush my hand if I touched him. I mean, seriously, this guy was so huge (that's what she said).
"Mademoiselle Robin has given you these to help you out," Madame Gabs began. "The round things are earpieces, so you can communicate with each other and to get through to us. The square black things are little "bombs" that can be placed on enemies to knock them out for a few hours. Side effects include memory loss, so don't go and put them on yourselves or each other. This red ball is full of a gas to make a quick get-away. It only lasts for a few minutes so have an escape route planned out.
"Anyway, you'll go off in shifts, sort of," she continued. "To start off, the two of you will be stationed in that tower over there–" she pointed to the one tower with, like, a gazebo thing on it, "– and just keep a lookout for any suspicious characters. Any huge men who look like those Sand People, anyone lurking about, but ignore drunk people. If they somehow get in here, just usher them out quickly, and forget about them. If you see Monsieur Snuggles or any gargoyles at all, call us immediately through your earpieces. We'll have a techie on at all times to monitor you."
"After a little while, we want you to split up," Monsieur Rhett said, joining in. "You'll have your earpieces, so you'll never be alone mentally, just physically. The church can get a little creepy at night. But anyway, one of you take the upstairs part, and the other downstairs. Just do some rounds and examine anything suspicious. Suspicious things include things that look like bombs, beeping things, or people."
Tanith and I giggled quietly at Monsieur Rhett. He winked at us, and then gestured to the church door. "You can't get to the tower from the inside, so just float up there now if you could, or climb or do whatever. Just make sure that you aren't seen by many people. If you see a few drunk people, don't make a fuss of hiding, since they'll think they imagined it."
"And so," Madame Gabs said grandly, "bonne chance and have fun!" She gave a salute and turned to the giant man beside her. He nodded once and placed a beefy hand on her back and directed her to a waiting car in the shadows.
Monsieur Rhett smiled weakly. "Be careful up there," he said and also gave a wave. He trotted to the car and hopped into the shotgun seat. The car sped off, and it left Tanith and I standing by a massive church at three in the morning.
I won't tell about most of what happened, but I will say that Tanith and I got to talk about just about everything we wanted to. The church was deserted and we were free to roam about it. We talked about coffee, jelly beans, Monsieur Rhett, why I have giant ink stains on my hands, Ghastly, Skulduggery, guns, swords, blood, Scapegrace, and vampires. So, pretty much all things girly to us. Ha, we're so weird, but I love it.
But probably around 5:45 in the morning things finally get interesting.
I had been lurking around downstairs, stepping on my shadows so I didn't make any noise. I could hear Tanith humming the James Bond theme song in my earpiece, and I had to laugh at that. But right when I laughed, a hand came out from the darkness and clamped my mouth shut. I was able to shout out a muffled "Tanith!" but it probably sounded like, "Fanerth!" really. But still, Tanith looked over at me from her perch on the stairs, and since I couldn't speak, I couldn't warn her about the person who had shut her mouth.
"You seem to be in some trouble," I heard a very quiet voice mutter in my head. It sounded like Aya. "Don't worry, you can only hear me. I've sent out my brother and some of our guys to go and get you. Fight off whoever is there as best you can, got it?"
I could see that Tanith had gotten the message too, since her eyes were wide and she seemed to be thinking of a battle plan.
"You aren't struggling," said a voice in my ear. His French accent was incredibly thick. "I was told you were supposed to be some super-duper fighter. Obviously not."
I frowned and ran through all my tactical advantages:
1. My legs were free, which meant crotch-kicking was going to happen eventually.
2. My arms were free, which meant a punch in the gut was coming this guy's way.
3. I could lick his hand.
I have decided this guy wasn't exactly prepared to fight, since he didn't take precautions and incapacitate me. I mentally geared myself up, then stuck my tongue out and slobbered on the guys hand.
"OH GROSS!" he shouted and instantly released me. "You fight like a four year old!" I smiled and gave a kick to the shin, a punch to the gut, and slapped his ears and popped his ear-drums. I thank Ghastly's Mom for teaching him awesome fighting skills so he could teach me.
My guy groaned and staggered over. I shouted in triumph and reached down to poke him, but he suddenly erupted and sand flew everywhere.
HECK NO. I JUST GOT RID OF THE LAST BITS TWO DAYS AGO.
I growled and dusted myself as best as I could, but I couldn't get it off of me! Freaking sand.
But anyway, back to the fighting. I turned slowly at the sound of a quiet, deep laugh. If that wasn't cliché, I don't know what's right and left. I gasped as a hand reached out and grabbed my torso and hoisted me up. I couldn't see the person's face.
"It's dark in here," I said casually, "and I would like to see who is holding me in the air like I weigh two pounds."
The person grunted (I'm pretty sure it was a guy). "Alright, fine," he growled and stalked off. I caught Tanith's eye, who had gotten rid of her guy quickly and was know standing on the ceiling. The man walked over to a stained glass window, where the moon shown. For added effect, I guess, he reached into his pocket and produced a lighter. He lit it and held it to his face.
He was really ugly.
"Well, aren't we just the ugliest person ever!" I said gleefully. The man growled and tightened his grip on my chest, and I gasped lightly. My ribs were taking too much.
"Okay," I gasped, and he released a little bit of force. I inhaled and exhaled, and nothing seemed broken, though there would be a billion bruises; I could tell.
"See?" the guy growled (I think that's the only thing he knew how to do). "Insult me, and I crush you."
"That's a lovely motto," I grinned. "Mind if I borrow it sometimes? I'm sure my friend will love it."
"You smell delicious," he suddenly blurted out.
…
Um.
"Gee…Th-Thanks," I stuttered. People can smell good. Like Skulduggery always smells like…a musky scented thing…Okay, whatever. He smells like an antique, if that makes sense. He smells like time, but also like fabric softener, which completely destroys his tough-guy image half the time. Yet no one has ever told me I smelled delicious. Except for those cannibals I met once, but they were nice and didn't eat me. Only threatened. Anyway.
"Valkyrie," I heard a voice whisper in my head. "Keep stalling. We'll be there in a few minutes."
"Be brave?" I asked.
"Yes," the voice answered. Ha, Diary, Skulduggery and I have a secret language. I was asking if that was Skulduggery, because why in the world would he have one of those things?
"What you are you talking about?" the man roared.
"Calm down, buddy," I replied. "I was just preparing myself. It's obvious you're probably going to crush me in a second, so I was gearing up. I hereby give you permission to crush me."
The man looked at me curiously. But his frown turned into a sadistic smile. Oh crap. That was sort of a bluff…
I screamed when his hand applied as much force and pressure as it could on my torso. I counted – and felt – at least three cracked and/or broken ribs. The guy threw me on the ground and I shouted in pain. In the next moment, three things happened.
The first thing was that Tanith dropped from the ceiling and stomped on the guy's head. He groaned, but reached up and threw her on the ground, hitting her head hard on the tile.
The second thing was Madame Gabs and her giant bodyguard man thing bursting through the doors. Monsieur Rhett followed after them, flanked by at least ten normally built guys. They all conjured up whatever magical power they had. Monsieur Rhett scanned the room and he saw me trying to sit up. He suddenly disappeared, but a few seconds later I felt warm hands grip me and carefully lift me up. Monsieur Rhett turned visible again and he commanded everyone to move. Skulduggery was waiting right by a dark car, and he instantly shouted something in French when he saw Monsieur Rhett and I.
I was switched to Skulduggery's arms, and Monsieur Rhett said something in French, then he dashed away.
The third thing to happen was that hundreds of huge Sand Men appeared out of virtually nowhere. I groaned something and weakly pointed to something, and Skulduggery shouted something in French, and then there were screams of pain.
"You suck at being careful," Skulduggery murmured in my ear. I opened my mouth to say something, but Skulduggery shushed me. I heard a very deep voice, and then Tanith's weak voice.
"Thanks," she whispered. Skulduggery opened the car door and placed me inside. He shut the door and led Tanith to the other side and helped her in. He climbed into the driver side and revved the engine, and we sped off.
"Hey Tanith," I muttered quietly.
"Shush," Skulduggery said from the front. "Talk, and I kick you in the shins."
I stared at him, and then looked down at my chest. Is it natural for something to be poking out of there? I poked it gently but immediately shouted, since that was kind of my rib. And so, as I was told, this is the part where I fainted. I don't remember anything that happened after this (no duh) but I woke up at Doctor Jacques' place. My cell phone was ringing; so I guess that's what woke me up.
I shook my head and sat up gently in the bed I had been placed in. My phone was sitting on the table next to me. I quick grabbed it and saw it was my parent's house number on the screen.
I pressed the TALK button and put it to my ear. "Hey there," I said sleepily.
"Did we wake you up?" asked my mom's worried voice.
"No, not really," I answered.
"Good," my dad said. "We just wanted to call and see how you were doing. We haven't heard from you in a while, and your mom wants to know how Paris is."
"Oh it's nice," I said. "The churches are beautiful. We haven't had much time to go around and see everything, but we've seen the Catacombs, and those are creepy as heck. The Arc de Triomphe looks pretty, but we haven't seen it up close yet."
"And how's the villa working for everyone?" Mom asked.
"Just fine. It's got enough room for us all, and we love the lake and the woods and stuff. We played tag in the field."
Mom and Dad laughed. "How sweet," Dad mused. "We should have come on this trip with you."
Well, that would have ended up terribly if you had.
I laughed uncomfortably. "Well…It probably wouldn't work out, since we're always all off with our…business."
They both gave sighs of understanding. "I suppose," Mom said. "But how goes all of it? Are the French nice to you?"
"Yeah, they're all nice. A little crazy, but that's fine. As for how all of this is going…well…Not too well, I suppose you could say. The people causing the ruckus here are mysterious, and we haven't had anytime to research them, since no one knows who is behind it."
"Valkyrie!" Skulduggery said, suddenly coming through the doors. He glared as he noticed I was sitting up, but I pointed to my phone and mouthed "parents" to him. He nodded and sat at the foot of the bed.
"Who's there?" Mom asked suspiciously.
"My friend. It's no one important," I replied. Skulduggery scoffed loudly and hit my leg lightly.
"Alright then," Mom said. "Well, what are you up to right now?"
"I'm just resting." I had to choose my wording carefully, since they'd freak out if they found out someone had crushed half of my torso. "I had a pretty crap night, you know, looking out for the…evil people."
"Oh that's too bad," Dad sighed. "What time did you say we should leave?" he suddenly asked. I realized he was talking to Mom when she answered him.
"Right, well Stephanie, sorry, but we have to go. It's something…Some function…" Dad trailed off, and I heard footsteps wander away.
"It's a lunch with some of the work guys," Mom clarified for me. "Why he agreed to it, I don't know. But we'll call you sometime soon again, okay?"
I nodded. "Right, I'll…talk to you later." My mom said goodbye and I hit the END button and put the phone back on the side table.
"What was with the hesitation?" Skulduggery asked me softly.
I stared at him. Then I stared at my chest where a few bones had been poking out earlier. "Oh, no real reason. Just…every time they say they'll talk to me or see me soon I always get a pang in my chest, like I'm worried that they actually won't see me soon. I'm worried something will happen to me, or them. But this whole event can't be different from our others, right? Find bad guys, kick their butts, bicker, and then go home. Simple."
Skulduggery held up a finger quickly. He paused a moment, but sighed and nodded his head once. "This actually, is completely different from our other cases," he said quietly.
"And how so?" I questioned, kicking the blankets away. I was still wearing my pants, but I had a white t-shirt on. My black clothes were on the chair beside me. One of those little changing/hiding/neat screens was by the bed. I eased out of it, despite Skulduggery's small protests to stay still. I grabbed my clothes and slipped behind the divider.
"So are you going to tell me," I prompted him, "or just sit there staring at the bed?"
Skulduggery cleared his throat and I heard the bed creak as he moved. "Well, the fight went on when we left, so I don't know exactly how it happened, but Madame Gabs and that giant guy who follows her around managed to capture the big guy who crushed you like a doll."
"Wow, thanks for that."
"Anytime." He chuckled quietly. "But anyway, they cuffed him with the ones that fell out of your pocket-"
"So that's where they went!" I shouted.
"-and they brought him back to the Sanctuary. Madame Gabs and Monsieur Rhett have been questioning him, and Mademoiselle Robin has been recording it. We've found out that these giant Sand People have been altered to explode on command. They're under the employment of the Nottingham Family, but no one knows who they are. That's all the information they got out of him. He won't speak anymore, but Madame Gabs said they got what was crucial. She and her giant bodyguard guy disappeared into her office."
"So it's a family of evil people?" I pondered. "But what about the gargoyles?" I had finished getting dressed and stepped back around the screen. I sat down on the bed next to Skulduggery.
"They asked, but he wouldn't say anything," Skulduggery said. "I was hanging around the Sanctuary for a while, but I came back to here to see how everyone was doing?"
"How's Tanith?"
"It was a concussion, but she's fine now. Asleep I think."
I nodded. "Sorry about the whole getting almost crushed like a bug thing."
He shrugged. "You're alright now, and that's good enough for me."
"Yeah, where's Doctor Jacques? Or Lythia for that matter?"
"Not sure," he replied. "I think Doctor Jacques disappeared into his office, and Lythia was here all night, so she might have gone home. Speaking of home, I was told to take you back."
"What about Tanith?"
"Ghastly volunteered to take her. He's hanging around in her room." Skulduggery shook his head and laughed quietly. He got up and held his arm out for me. I grabbed my phone and bracelet and linked with his arm. We walked out of the building and miraculously, the Bentley was waiting for us.
"How'd it get here?" I shouted.
Skulduggery laughed and patted the hood. "The French were nice enough to…somehow bring it over. I don't know how they did it, but it still works fine and it's my precious, so I'm not complaining. Now we can stop using Gordon's ugly, new cars." I laughed and pushed him lightly.
Okay, so, I won't tell you what else happened today. I mostly sat around, not doing much. Gordon came outside a few times and he sat – well stood – with me as I sat by the lake. It was a nice day, and it would have been nicer if that stupid guy hadn't crushed me like a potato chip. But, as Skulduggery said, I'm alright now, so it works for me. I just hope that I'll remain alright.
~Valkyrie
Oh boy, this is so incredibly long (that's what she said). I'm pleased with this, I suppose, and I got it done just fine. I can tell I'll be having some fun with what happens in the neeeext chapter :D
Thanks for reading and sorry for mistakes!
