A.N.- What is this? An update? *le gasp* I'm sorry you guys I am not keeping as steady a rhythm as I would like, but, ya know, school :/ anyways… VIOLENCE! FINALLY TO THE GOOD PART! And there is more to come in the next chapter, but for the meantime, let me know how you feel about this one with a review please ;)
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Bad Ass Blye
My jacket
Oh shit. Oh shit, shit shit.
Val, calm down.
Calm down? They have the scepter.
There was no answer and Valkyrie groaned.
That could kill you! It could kill us god damn it!
Darquesse ignored her and rolled her eyes, getting off of Fletcher and rolling around on the bed until she was on her back then raising a brow at the skeleton across the room. "What? No hi?"
Skulduggery remained perfectly still, but his thumb pulled back the hammer on his revolver, and the resulting click echoed through the room. Darquesse ignored the churn in Valkyrie's stomach at the action.
She tilted her head and stared at him for a second before shrugging. "Fair enough."
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she got up, her hand reaching back for her top. A smirk played on her lips as she her gaze shifted to Stephanie, who had the scepter aimed right at her head, then back to Skulduggery. "Can I at least put this on? You are kind of interrupting."
Stephanie was openly glaring at her now, and Fletcher looked extremely uncomfortable. Darquesse smiled.
Don't poke the bear! Valkyrie whisper yelled.
The bear tried to kill you, killed your cousin and is takingover your life, Val.
She sighed. Yeah, I don't like the bear either.
Darquesse glanced between the skeleton and the reflection then pulled the top on over her head, smoothing her hands down the edges and commenting nonchalantly. "Those are mine, copycat."
Stephanie blinked and tilted her head, but kept her aggressive stance, scepter in place and ready to fire.
Darquesse lifted her gaze, but it was aimed at Skulduggery instead, and her voice had a slight accusatory tone to it. "You let her have Val's clothes?"
When he didn't answer, Darquesse sighed and dropped her head back down, taking a deep breath as if to calm herself.
"Fletcher…" he whispered, and he snapped his head back up at her, looking almost ashamed.
"Val, I'm sorry…" he muttered softly, and she shook her head, but Stephanie let out a screech before she could speak.
"Fletcher, it's not her!"
Darquesse flinched slightly and set her with a glare. "Shut up. Fletch?"
The boy's gaze travelled between the two of them, who were in the middle of a heated glaring contest, before hesitantly calling out. "Yeah?"
Darquesse blinked, her gaze switching to him, and she smiled slightly. "It's fine. I understand why you did it. Do you remember that time you took Val ice-skating?"
Fletcher nodded slowly. "Yeah, in…"
She spoke over him, throwing a look at the skeleton across the room before fixing her gaze on the boy in front of her again. "Put on a shirt and go there. Tell no one where you are. I'll come get you soon."
Stephanie's eyes lit up in recognition and she snorted. Fletcher bit his lip and reached for his shirt, pulling it on over his head. Walking up to her the blonde slid a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to look into her eyes.
Val, speak.
Huh?
He wants to see you, idiot.
Oh, right. I'm here I guess… Stephanie also knows where that is, ya know that right?
Yes. We'll take care of that.
Darquesse raised a brow and Fletcher nodded, swallowing slowly before pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. He vanished the next second.
Stephanie was positively fuming. "Who the fuck gave you the right–"
Darquesse snarled and curled her hand, and a shadow tendril hooked itself between the reflection's hand and the scepter before she pulled harshly on the other end.
The golden piece slid across the apartment floor until it hit the wall under the bed. Stephanie narrowed her eyes, pulling her shock stick from behind her back.
"No, copycat. I have every fucking right." Darquesse hissed, taking a menacing step towards her. "You took her clothes, her family, her house, her partner, her guy and her life." Her gaze shifted to the detective, who had yet to utter a single word. "And you let her."
Since they both remained quiet, she pursed her lips tilting her head.
"How's Ravel?"
He tilted his skull upwards slightly and whispered quietly in that velvet voice of his. "In pain."
Good.
Darquesse nodded and let a small smile brush her lips for a moment before clearing her throat. "China?"
"Grand Mage Sorrows is fine. She'll be better once we're done with you.
Nice.
They are, aren't they? Valkyrie snorted.
Darquesse shook her head and raised a brow.
"Did you bury them?"
He stiffened, and she held up her hands.
"You can't."
"I didn't say anything–"
"I tried."
She blinked. "Oh. Well in that case…"
Valkyrie screamed as she dashed forward, driving a low kick at Stephanie's legs quickly, making the other girl fall to the ground with a scream. She immediately straddled her bacl, throwing the shock stick away and grabbing a fistful of her hair, slamming her head face first against the floor before flipping her around and repeating the motion with the back of her head.
She got up and off the unconscious girl, barely glancing at her more than likely broken nose before taking a bullet to her shoulder and another grazing her neck in the process.
She winced slightly and looked at Skullduggery; he said nothing, the only sound being the bullet shells hitting the ground.
"Sorry. She knew the place I sent Fletcher to. Needed to quiet her before she spilled. She'll be out cold for a while but she'll be fine. Well, maybe with a concussion."
Smiling, she reached for the other girl and pulled her jacket off, sliding it on and sighing happily. "Much better."
The skeleton tilted his head and she grinned.
"Don't give me that look, Skull. I know you missed me." She winked and rolled up her sleeves, summoning shadows in both her palms. "You ready to catch up?