Entry #14: Written July 8th

Dear Diary,

Alright. I left off saying that I was stuck in my own cell, and that Fletcher was pretty much half-dead. I was also chained to the wall. Ha, awesome.

I'm not exactly sure how long I was sitting there, since time seems to go by so incredibly slow when you're just sitting there with nothing to do. I could vaguely hear some opera music coming from above, but it kept starting up and then turning off over and over again. I thought I heard footsteps wander by a few times, but no one stopped to sneer or leer at me or anything. I know, however, that I heard a strangled sounding moan coming from a way off, and it really sounded like Fletcher when Tanith kicked him in the crotch by accident one time. (As I found out later, it really was Fletcher making that terrible noise.)

A whole lot more time elapsed during this part, but since nothing happened, I'm just going to skip ahead a bit. I estimate that I was sitting there for a good four hours before there were some footsteps coming my way. I frowned as someone snapped their fingers, and the torches were instantly lit. A man came into my view, and he was whistling happily as he reached for the keys to unlock my cell.

"Bonjour," he said cheerfully. At this he began blabbering on in French, and I had no clue what he was saying. (See, the way I know what's being said previously is that I always ask Skulduggery or China what whoever said.) I picked up a few familiar phrases, but nothing really stuck out, except for the phrase, "Vous vierge stupide." They pretty much spat it out in complete disgust.

It's, "You stupid (blank)," I know that. Yet I don't know the other word. It sounds vaguely familiar, but as this guy was yammering on and on, there were more footsteps. I looked up and watched as Neva dragged poor Fletcher in. His face was tired and pale and his body was really limp. Neva mumbled something to the guy and he cheerfully chained Fletcher up to the cuffs that were beside me. He groaned loudly and kicked his legs a little bit. The man left swiftly, while Neva closed the iron door and locked it up tight. She hung the keys on the hook on the wall just out of reach and gave a smile at us.

When she left, I craned my neck to see Fletcher, and I said, "Hey, buddy, are you alright?"

"They said that they accidentally gave me too much of that sedating stuff," he sputtered out. "My body keeps temporarily shutting down, which really hurts."

"How are you still alive then?"

"This whole place is a constant regenerator that takes pain away and keeps people alive for as long as the evil guys want."

"How did you come across all this information?" I asked softly.

"I was just curious, and plus they explained it to me, since I was shouting at them to tell me why I was half-dead."

"You're not going to stay half-dead, right? You'll be alright later!"

He shrugged as best as he could. "They said it'd wear off, but they're not sure when. If it doesn't wear off in time, my body could just completely reject me and hate me and kill me."

"But what if Neva and all them want you alive? Fletcher, you're not helping! You're scaring me to death!"

No response.

OH MY GOD I THOUGHT HE HAD DIED.

Now of course, he didn't, and he's alive now, but right when this was taking place I began just freaking out. I didn't want to believe that Fletcher was dead, and I tried my best to get closer to him, but I couldn't get close enough to hear any breathing. I kicked my leg out and poked his knee, which earned a grunt and a groan from him. I apologized quietly for bugging him, and said that I was sorry, but he didn't respond. Figures.

Anyway, at around this time, I began entering what I like to call "Finding The Main Motive So I Can Kick Butts Later Time." During this, I begin listing off all the reasonable explanations for why I would be captured.

Reason #1: The Nottinghams had heard about us before, and just want to kill us because we're good (sort of), and they're bad.

Reason #2: The Nottinghams just hate us.

Reason #3: Like Neva said, we've had contact with their gargoyles, so we have to be killed for fear of their secret getting out.

Reason #4: Typical Good VS. Evil fights.

Reason #5: Something entirely different that makes no sense and that no one would ever think of without other clues.

I'd put my money on #2 and #3. We tend to get into these situations a lot, and we're a rather mean group of people who gets yelled at a lot. These guys could just really have a strong and sudden dislike for us, and I wouldn't put that past happening. #5 also seems rather probable, but I'm not sure. There are those times when Skulduggery would just be sitting there and somehow work out what's happening and why it's happening. (I'd bet he'd figure out a way to divide by zero.)

Oh, crap.

As I'm writing this, I hear steps coming from the hallway, and I'm almost positive it's Skulduggery. I'll just end with the fact that after my reasoning ended, I fell asleep. And also that Skulduggery turns into Indiana Jones in the next installment of my kidnapping experience.

Ha, I see that look on your face, Diary. You can't wait to see what happens.

~Valkyrie


Sorry it's short, but I didn't really plan for a lot to happen. I don't want to overload the chapters. Next chapter should be fun…

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