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Entry #13: Written July 7th

Dear Diary,

Good morning, sunshine! I just woke up, and I don't feel like getting out of bed, so let's just get started on my kidnapping adventure, okay?

Right.

The last thing I said was that a gargoyle caught me, and that I had blacked out. Yeah, great way to start this. But, when I woke up, I thought that was I blind. As my eyes adjusted, I found I was in a cell with four other people.

"You do the waking?" a man asked with a thick Italian accent.

"Like, omg, I thought she'd, like, never wake up," a snotty sounding girl mumbled.

"Valkyrie!" a voice shouted, and this person I could actually identify. I felt a hand touch my shoulder gently, and I turned and faced Fletcher's relieved face.

"Fletcher, thank God!" I said joyfully, hugging him tightly. "How did you get here?"

"As you were falling," he explained, "everyone was screaming and yelling, and I had hung back to make sure that Gautier and Colette didn't wake up. However, they did and Gautier thrust his chains all around me and Colette punched my lights out."

I noticed a black eye forming on his right side of his face. There were black and blue bruises on his arms; I guessed he had them on his chest too. I moved, but I felt something click within me and I groaned.

"What? What happened?" an American male voice asked.

"Just a few ribs snapping around in place," I mumbled, poking at my stomach. I could barely see some bones protruding from my chest. "How come I'm not in excruciating pain?"

Fletcher shrugged. "Not sure," he answered. "You didn't even flinch when we yanked those arrows out of you, and now your ribs are popping out, and I don't really think someone would be happy-go-lucky about that."

"Right. Maybe this cage is bound with something…Did you say you yanked out the arrows in me?" Fletcher nodded. I smiled and threw my arms around him, hugging him close. "You're awesome, Fletcher!"

He laughed and hugged me back.

"So, who are we in a cell with?" I turned to the other people. A tan man was standing up against the cell bars, his arms crossed. His pants and shirt were bright white, and they were smudged with dirt. He had floppy blond hair. Another man was sitting close to me. His coat was green, as were his pants. He was tanner than the other man, but with dark brown hair. The snotty girl was leaned up against the cage, twirling her hair in one hand and examining her finger nails. She had tight jeans on, with a teal colored long sleeved shirt on. Her hair was blond, with black streaks woven in it.

"I'm, like, Amity Aiyanna," the girl said.

"I be Dante Carlo," the Italian man said.

"And I'm Ulysses Ace," the American man said.

(These guys aren't really important; they end up dying anyway.)

I waved. "Valkyrie Cain."

"How do you, like, think we should, like, get out of here?" Amity wondered, chewing gum I didn't even know she had incredibly loudly.

"Not really sure," Fletcher replied. "It'd probably be best to just sit around for a while until someone wanders around, taunting us. Then we'll launch some sort of attack."

I nodded. "Ah, Fletcher, you learn from the best."

He glared at me and stuck out his tongue but remained silent. He leaned against the wall next to me, and no one said anything for I suppose half and hour.

Aaaand that's when things kind of sucked.

We heard incessant clomping, like people walking down wooden steps in high heels. Huge torches that hung from the stone walls were lit up suddenly from a sudden snap of someone's fingers. The clomping continued, and it grew louder and louder. Suddenly, Neva rounded the corner and peered into our cell. She sneered at Fletcher and I, and then reached for the keys that are on the opposite wall from the cage. (Who puts the keys there?) She clicked the locked open and the door swung open.

"Don't go anywhere," she directed us. She reached her hands out and gestured to the three others. "Follow me if you want all evil in this world to rise up and kill everything you've ever loved and cherished."

She just said that like it was the most casual thing ever. Who talks like that? Seriously, these guys are freaks.

The three other people marched out of the cell. Neva pushed them in front of her and she hung the keys back up. They began walking forward and soon, they all disappeared. There was another snap of the fingers and the torches snuffed out, submerging Fletcher and I in darkness. I felt his arm creep around my shoulders and it dragged me closer into an embrace.

"I wonder what Skulduggery's thinking right now…" he whispered.

I shrugged. "Probably how handsome he is."

"That's what you say."

"I didn't mean it like that!"

Fletcher laughed once and hugged me closer. We stayed like that for a long time and didn't move. Only when we heard the terrible shrieks of our new acquaintances did Fletcher move around. He instantly jumped up and rattled the bars of the cell. He growled as a long and stretched hand traveled around the hallway. A body began following the hand, doing cartwheel after cartwheel down the small corridor. Colette landed perfectly and glared at us.

"Oui, we killed them," she simply said. "And if you don't do as we all say, then you'll be killed. Just letting you know."

"But why did you kill them?" Fletcher demanded. "Did you gain anything from it?"

"It was a sacrifice! Now stop asking questions!" she shouted, reaching her stretchy hand through the bars and slapping Fletcher across the face. "DAD!" she screamed to the ceiling. "We need two doses!"

"Doses of what?" Fletcher said, rubbing his slapped face.

"Shut. Up." Colette gave another slap to him on the other side, and I instantly stepped forward, yanking on her hand and pulling it forward. She winced and cried out in help, and before I knew it, something giant and metal slammed into my leg that was sticking out of the cell. Gautier had appeared here with his chain arms and had hit me as hard as he could. His hand suddenly grabbed my wrist and jammed a needle into it. I shouted in shock, and less in pain. Fletcher did the same, as Colette had stabbed the needle through his forearm. They pushed on the injections and whatever fluid was released into both of our blood streams. And again, for the second day in a row, I passed out.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I awoke again, my hands were suspended by heavy chains. I was bolted to the wall, and Fletcher was gone. I couldn't tell if he was in a cell near mine, but I knew he wasn't in this one. Naturally he's fine now but when all this was happening, Mr. Renn's health was failing quite badly.

I shall explain more tomorrow. For now, adieu.

~Valkyrie


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