Goodbye Fletcher

1 year later

Darquesse smiled, toying with the spiky-haired blonde boy. He grovelled at her beauty, muttering how he would never, ever leave her again. He promised her, praised her, flattered her, and still it made no difference. He WOULD die. And it would be at her hands.

Darquesse pulled him close and kissed him, pretending to enjoy it. He wrapped his hands around her waist, and she tangled hers in his hair. He whispered in her ear and she fake-giggled. Then her face turned serious, looking worried and troubled.

"But, what if you leave me again?" she asked, fake worry and innocence lacing her voice.

"I would never do that again, I swear it."

"I'm sorry, but I just can't take that risk," she replied, ejecting sorrow into her voice.

"Val, please..." he said as she was leaving. She looked over her shoulder and smiled sweetly. "I love you."

"I know," Darquesse replied, before punching his brain out f his head. Fletcher Renn was no more.

"Euch! I think I need to wash my mouth," Darquesse commented. Eliza Scorn stepped out from behind a tree. She hurried to catch up with Darquesse.

"The symbols really work well, Your Awesomeness," Scorn said casually.

"Yeah," Darquesse replied, "They did. Now, Call Melancholia. I need her to take notes."

"Of course, Oh Amazing One." Scorn whistled, a deafening, high-pitched whistle, and Melancholia appeared in a flash of red. She took one look at Darquesse, and instantly swept into a long, low bow, nose nearly touching the floor.

"Your Awesomeness," she said breathlessly, "You Called." (When some-one is Called, they are instantly under the command of the Caller for all eternity. Darquesse was the first person to Call Melancholia, and therefore Melancholia no longer has a will of her own and lives to serve Darquesse, while Darquesse is alive.)

"Yes," Darquesse replied, "I obviously did, dipstick." Melancholia bowed her head. "I need you to take notes. I need a nice, warm bath when I return, a bucket of ice-cold water to wash my tongue in, the finest wine we have, a nice book and my room is to be entirely redecorated before I retire to bed. It must have red walls; I want China's old bed and everything else from her room, even the clothes, a springy, cream carpet and a large window with low, red velvet curtains that brush the floor. Now, new page Melancholia, new page. This is how we're going to win the war. We need Vile, or maybe Skulduggery, I don't care which. Skulduggery's memories must be changed. He must think that he has always been fighting for us, and that we used to have a child called Sophie, but the other side killed her to get to us. Then he will never leave our side. And we WILL WIN THE WAR!"

A/N

Short chapter I know, but it's the best I can do as I don't have much time. Anyway, this is what I have to say: I am sorry for any offense my next statement might cause but...

Fletchyrie LOST and Valduggery SHALL PREVAIL!

Spiderman never fails, slush puppies with extra ice and stinging nettles ~ Lucilia Venom, the organic cooking sauce lover

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