Uilliam Kinsella - Dear death I made a blog to put my stories on I think you should to unless of course your using a family computer then don't or just erase that part of the history of the device or the computer Sent from my iPad
10 days ago
Yeah, I'm using a family computer. Do you want to put the story on your blog?
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-- Death Rose
10 days ago
sure death i could put your story on my blog if you want i'll tell everyone its yours of course
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9 days ago
Dannielle L - Koolies! Thanks!
9 days ago
I was really bored! Sorry you have to read through SO much! I just got really REALLY bored!
The young girl looked at the detective and away again. She couldn’t stand to look at a skeleton when she was guilty. She looked at his partner. Valkyrie Cain, she snarled in her head. She longed for the shackles to be off. If her hands were tied behind her back with rope or even ordinary shackles, they’d all be dead. Well maybe not the skeleton, he has a way of avoiding death. First with Serpine, then Vengeous, then the Faceless Ones. She doubted that she’d live long if the skeleton was around when she killed Cain.
Bide your time, the voice in her head thought.
“Well, Miss Rose,” Pleasant said in his velvety voice.
“Death,” She said then added, “please” after the stern look from Cain.
“Okay then, Death. I believe you know about the murders of Elizabeth Time and Magnet Cannon.” He asked and if he had a face, she would have bet he would have raised an eyebrow,
“Of course, who doesn’t?”
“Well, we have evidence to believe that you are responsible for their murders.”
She looked shocked but inside she cursed. Three hours ago I killed them! Three hours and they know it was me! “I’m sorry but. . .” She trailed off, conjuring tears into her eyes. She looked at Cain and continued in a very practiced, yet convincing voice. “They were like family to me and you think that I killed them?”
“Yes, and don’t do that voice with us. We found the recordings of your voice like this.” Cain pulled out a tape recorder and pressed play.
“Please, they were like family to me!” The voice said in a saddened tone. “Yeah, that’s good enough!” The voice sounded chipper.
She cursed again. “That wasn’t me,” she insisted in that tear swollen voice again. “I swear! You can bet my boyfriend’s life on it!”
“Well, we don’t believe you.” Cain said in a humorous tone. God was she annoying. “So we have someone who is going to watch you,” she continued and the door opened to reveal a fifteen year old kid with brownish-blondish hair. He had blue eyes and to her amusement, it looked like he had a cowlick.
“Hi, Death Rose. Should I call you Death, or Rose, or Rosie or. . .” He trailed off, looking uncomfortable.
“Death will be fine, thanks.” She said, smiling. Damn the teary voice, she thought.
“Well Death, you won’t notice me at all. I’ll be watching you closely at all times. And, just to be thorough, if you do see me – which is highly unlikely due to me being a teleporter and all, I’ll be erased from your memory with this,” He held up a metal cylinder, about the size and width of a pencil, and had a black symbol carved into it. There was a button on the top, “I’ll be erased from your memory and this conversation will be wiped.” He clicked the button and everything went black.
She woke up in her bed. Wow, was that a wired dream! She thought and went downstairs to make her breakfast.
The dream was about a fifteen year old kid with a cowlick and he was talking. She was somewhere in the Sanctuary – she guessed – and he had a . . . She couldn’t remember.
She grabbed the strawberry oats and put them in the microwave. BANG! She spun around and heard apop! The sound of air closing around a suddenly disappearing object. Teleporter, her mind informed her. She walked over to her bedroom where the sound originated from and found her pile of books knocked over. She raced over, making sure there were no dog-eared pages and the covers weren’t bent. The microwave beeped.
She walked over to the microwave and saw that her oats were already out. Hmm. . . . I think my house is possessed. She got on her old laptop, her breakfast forgotten and looked up the earliest flight to Australia. She had a friend there, and old guy friend called Demon Fire. Very cliché. He was an elemental, who focused on fire manipulation, and had a knack for reading minds. He could sense if a fire was lit a few kilometers away, he was also responsible for the Black Saturday bush fires a few years back. He also knew a lot about demons. The earliest flight to Australia was in a half hour. She could make that.
She jumped in a taxi and went to the airport. She had her luggage already packed the night before and . . .Wait! I didn’t pack anything! I was out for dinner with Dexter Vex and then I went straight to bed! She frowned at her luggage. How did the demon do that? She thought of all her personal items she had in there and blushed a deep red.
The plane ride lasted longer than she had expected. She thought that she saw that fifteen year old boy from her dream, but when she looked again; he had vanished. Demon Fire was waiting at the Melbourne airport to pick her up. Whenever a mortal got too close, they’d slip into coded words. A girl walked up beside them. She was about fifteen and coppery coloured hair. She was quite pretty and she had a nice smile. “Hi! I’m Helena Ember Sky! But please, call me Hel.”
“I’m Rose and this is my friend,” she thought for a reasonable name. “Peter.”
“Yes, Peter.” He said dryly.
“Of course Peter, or should I call you Demon Fire or. . .”
“Okay, so you know about us, or at least our names! So what?” Fire asked irritably. Don’t get on his bad side, Death begged in her mind. She remembered an old friend, Crystal Darkflair who had once got on Fire’s dark side.
“Oh Demon!” Darkflair taunted, dancing around the trees in the park. “Come and get me if you can?” She smiled and bolted.
“I’ll get you alright.” Fire growled and raced after her.
Darkflair was all legs, her legs were so strong they could kick a hole in a brick wall. Death had seen it first hand; inches away from her head.
Darkflair raced past Death and wind whipped Darkflair’s legs out from under her.
She landed with a thud. “Ugh,” She groaned and rolled on to her back as a man in a dark brown suit came over to her. She flicked her black hair out of her blue eyes. “You win,” She said, defeated.
“I said ‘I’ll get you’.” Fire reminded her and clicked his fingers. The fire spread all over his body but he didn’t feel it. “Here, I’ve got you.” He reached down and touched Darkflair’s hair and she was suddenly enveloped in fire.
“Demon Fire!” Death screamed; he couldn’t do this. This was insane! “Stop!”
But Fire wouldn’t listen. Darkflair just kept screaming and tried to get rid of the wall of air pushing down on her. The flames were licking her skin away; literally.
Death shuddered and yelled again. “FIRE! STOP!” But he wasn’t listening.
Death looked at her hands then at Fire’s shoulders. This was going to hurt; bad!
She put her hands on Fire’s shoulders and – ignoring the fire dancing up her arms – she imagined the world upside down and willed the objects to twist and turn. She felt her hair falling forward and then it felt as if Death was hanging upside down. Fire still had his hands on Darkflair’s hair. Fire suddenly realized that he was upside down and pulled his hands off. Death kicked him away, turned gravity back to normal. She brushed the fire off her arm and raced over to Darkflair’s burnt body and looked for any signs of life. There was no skin or clothing. Her hair was burnt and all you could see was a dark red puddle and a skeleton.
She was pulled out of the memory by Hel saying, “I work with the Australian Sanctuary. I’ve heard reports of you coming in and I thought I’d make sure you arrived on time.” She smiled but Death thought she saw curiosity in her eyes.
“Thanks, Hel.” Death said and took her hand. “Demon, be a dear and wait for us. We’ll just be a moment.” Death and Hel walked over to the ladies bathroom.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Death hissed at Hel. Was she crazy? Obviously she was; she was trying to annoy Demon Fire for God’s sake! If she was working with the Australian Sanctuary, she’d have to know what he had done to Crystal Darkflair! Death couldn’t control he anger. She glared at the blue tiled floor and suddenly, a crack appeared and the longer she glared at it, the deeper the crack grew. By the time she looked back at Hel, the crack was a good two metres deep.
“Nice move,” Hel said, studying the crack. “The wonders it could do for the Sanctuary. We wouldn’t have to clean so many scythes that way.”
Death frowned and remembered not to glare. If she did, Hel would die. Hel quickly checked under the stalls and gave the all clear. Death locked the door. “You haven’t answered my question. What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m the welcoming party to the land of Oz! Just so we get our facts straight, you’re and adept. Trained in various martial arts and can glare at thing and make them die, or in this case, crack.” She looked at Death for approval.
“Yes, and I can also rearrange gravity,” Death imagined every thing turning upside down and she felt like she was hanging upside down on a tree again. She loved the sensation of her hair weighing down on her.
“Neat!” Hel said, grinning.
“Okay, what about you. I need to know about you due to you knowing about me. An eye for an eye.”
Hel stared and Death thought that she made no sense. After a moment, Hel said, “I’m an elemental, necromancer and an Adept. I’m in on all the secrets about Australia and magic. Did you know that Kevin Rudd is a necromancer? He studies in an underground temple under the Parliament house.” Death must have looked confused because Hel explained. “Kevin Rudd is Australia’s last Prime Minister. It’s like America’s President but,” she looked at the water from the toilets coming towards her. “Can you please set me back normally?”
“Sure,” Death said and Hel fell on her knees while Death stayed on her feet. She crossed he arms over her chest.
“Julia Gillard, Australia’s newest Prime Minister is a mortal. One of our psychics said if we told her, she’d turn Australia into a war zone. So when you need to find Kevin Rudd; go to the basement. Look for the iron grate and slide it open. Then you’ll be in tunnels. Go left, left, forwards through the fork, right then down the next grate at the end of the dead end. Then, at the intersection with the seven passages, go to your fifth left. That’s all through trial and error. And guess what, you know-”
There was a rap in the bathroom door. Death and Hel looked at each other.
“Who is it?” Hel called out. She kept looking towards the back of the room.
“It’s Airport Security. We have reports of yelling from other passengers. And this door should never be locked.”
“The sparrow flies south for winter. Leave me alone.” Hel said and she put her fore-finger to her lips, meaning Death should be quiet.
She nodded and the Airport Guard said, “Yes, of course.”
It was silent for ten seconds then Hel cursed. “Skulduggery Pleasant uses that code when he’s about to hit someone in front of Valkyrie. Us mages here use it as a way of saying, ‘Hi, we are mages; let us do what we want.’ That Airport Security was employed by us, the Melbourne Sanctuary.”
“Interesting, I’ve heard the background story to ‘The sparrow flies south for winter’.” Death said, smiling. She remembered when the news spread that Skulduggery Pleasant and Valkyrie Cain said it to Bison, the necromancer and hit him then. It was like wild fire, spreading like Myron Stray’s true name. It is a code word now for everything magical. Death knew of a person with power, a man with golden eyes, whose true identity lies under those six words. ErskineRavel. Death would have bet her life on it that Hel didn’t know the true identity of the Grand Mage.
“Okay, I have a friend to get back to,” Death said, hinting at the knowledge of Demon Fire waiting just outside.
“Oh, OK.” She sounded sad. “Wait! I have to give you something!” She dug around in her pockets for a moment and came out with a pen. It had a koala with its eyes about to pop out of it’s head on the top.
Death frowned; confused. “Thanks?”
“No problem! It is a gift for coming to our beautiful country!” It was as if Hel had missed Death’s sarcasm completely.
“Okay, bye.” Death said and hurried from the bathroom.
Demon Fire wasn’t happy. He had already gone through the checkout and was waiting inside a taxi for Death. The cold air hit her like a blast. She cursed for not having her jumper with her. She scurried over to the taxi, nearly getting run over by a short term parking bus.
“God!” Death said when she jumped in the cab. The warm air was comforting. She shivered in pleasure.
“Took your sweet time,” Fire growled.
“Where to?” The cab driver asked.
“Just get us to short term parking, I can’t stand those buses.” Fire said and glared at Death.
Sorry, Death thought, she wouldn’t let me out!
Yeah, yeah, Fire’s face seemed to say.
When they were in Fire’s black Tahoe, Fire turned up the heating until the car was warm to be comfortable. Stupid immune to fire people! Death thought and slyly turned down the heating until it was decent. Fire just glared at her for it.
“Too hot; hot head.” She said and Fire growled.
“How many times have I told you not to call me ‘hot head’?”
Death put a finger to her lips, thinking. “Oh, well I guess I just always forget. What with you being trained specifically in fire. . .” She trailed off, fighting a smile.
“This is the price I paid to become immune to fire?” He asked himself, shaking his head. “Well at least if I had focused on water, I’d be called a mermaid. That’s got to be an improvement.” He kept muttering to himself and Death tuned him out.
The Melbourne traffic was heavy for a Tuesday morning; but with Fire’s insane driving skills, we were out in beautiful country side in no time. After an hour of driving, we arrived at Demon Fire’s beautiful farm. There was a horse named Tornado and was completely black. He named it after Zorro’s horse. Death was the one who actually broke him in seven years ago. She loved his strength, his power, his determination. Tornado’s father, Spirit was all white and he and Death had a close bond. Spirit had died a few months after Tornado was born, due to colic. She shuddered. She remembered the rainy that took Spirit away with it.
Death was dressed in her red blouse and brown jodhpurs. She couldn’t sleep; her best friend was calling to her. She snuck out of bed to see what was bothering Spirit. He was lying down. Mud caked her gum boots and the rain plastered her hair to her face. Fire couldn’t be out here. Any amount of water would put him out. She saw the distressed look on Spirit’s handsome face and she ran, not caring how many times she slipped. She forgot all about the electric fences and ran toward her beautiful horse in the dead of night. His white fur was covered in brown by now. Neighing, all around; she couldn’t pinpoint it. “SPIRIT!” She yelled, but the neighing still came from everywhere. She felt hopeless; her horse wanted her and she couldn't find it. “SPIRIT!” She called again and there was a movement to her left; then a whinny. “SPIRIT! WHAT’S WRONG?” He was sick; Death knew that much. It seemed ironic now that she had chosen the name Death. Death had come for her horse and there was nothing she could do about it but put Spirit out of his misery. She couldn’t bear to do that, so she sat down and stoked Spirit’s face, murmuring soothing words. By first light, Spirit was gone.
Death felt tears well up in her eyes as she thought of Spirit. She loved that horse more than anything! She got out of the black Tahoe and was greeted by a loud neighing. “Tornado?” Death asked, looking at a beautiful black stallion at the fence.
“Yes, that’s your boy.” Fire said grinning a little.
“He’s so beautiful.”
Fire came around and passed Death an iPod. “Welcome back!” He said and gave her a hug.
“Thanks,” Death said, smiling.
“Oh! Hey, I thought you’d like to know, I have two new farm hands. One is called Fletcher Renn, the other is his friend; Eden Threatening. They are both teleporters, Fletcher was Valkyrie’s boyfriend for some time.”
Death looked shocked. Then enemy’s ex was working on my friend’s farm? She thought. What was he thinking? She shook her head to clear it. “Um. . . Okay,” She said slowly. “Where are they?”
Fire took out his fire red mobile phone and dialed. Suddenly, two figures stepped out of thin air. One was an older man, about the age of sixteen, had blonde hair and looked like he would belong in Australian model magazine. God was he cute! The younger man was just over fifteen. He had blondish-brownish hair and blue eyes. He had a familiar face; like the kid on the plane and in her dream.
She narrowed her eyes in suspicion, making sure she wasn’t glaring and asked, “Do I know you?”
He looked at Death, shocked. “No! Of course not!” He answered too quickly.
Liar, Death thought.
“Hello, enemy of my ex.” Fletcher said, smiling.
“Oh, well I wouldn’t say that. . .” Death trailed off uncomfortable under the three pairs of human eyes and Tornado’s piercing stare.
“Oh, any enemy of my ex is a friend of mine.” Fletcher laughed, a cheerful sound and Death thought he actually meant it. “Hey! Don’t look at me like that!” Fletcher laughed at Death’s expression. She glared at a fence pole and it cracked. Fletcher’s laughed died out quickly and he gulped. “I. . . I think I’m gonna go back to work now. Hey Eden; go show Death where all Tornado’s stuff is.” And with that, he disappeared into thin air.
It looked like Demon Fire had built a few new stables and barns. There was a red barn with white trim that had all Tornado’s equipment in it. Death ran her hand over his saddle lovingly. She sighed and couldn’t hold this question in any longer. “How do I know you?”
He stared back; unsure. “You. . . You don’t know me.” He said and Death was certain that he said something like; she’s not supposed to remember! How can she?
Death tilted her head to the side, listening to his quick heart beat thudding loudly in the quiet barn.
“I know you from somewhere. You were in my dream last night and I think I saw you on the plane here.” Death stated, feeling foolish.
“It’s okay,” Eden said, fumbling for something in the pockets of his denim overalls. He found it and pulled it out. It was a metal cylinder that looked like a pencil but had a black symbol on the side.
Death stared, the pencil impersonator looked familiar but she could swear that she had never seen it before.
Suddenly it was all clear to her. The man, the pencil with the symbol and why Eden had been following her! The Sanctuary dream wasn’t a dream at all! It was real!
“Okay, so I’m assuming by the look on your face, you remember everything,” Eden said, frowning.
“Yes!” Death shouted angry but not glaring yet.
“Well, that wasn’t a dream, the Sanctuary ‘dream’,” He made the quotation marks with his fingers. “Was real, you wont remember anything after this though. The pen I used before was just a prototype. I have the new and improved version. All I need to do is-” He paused, thinking. “No, I won’t tell you. If you do somehow remember, you’ll use it against me. China Sorrows herself carved this symbol. We made another one for her and now Skulduggery forgot that she lured his family into that trap that Nefarian Serpine set up.”
“Well, I’ll tell Demon Fire and he won’t be happy. He knows when I’m telling the truth; he reads minds.”
“But that’s a moot point when he already knows, right?”
Death froze, her perception on Demon Fire changed dramatically. He was playing along with the enemy?Death couldn’t believe her ears. What Eden was saying was insane! “Take me to Fletcher; I need to talk to him.” Death put out her hand and Eden took it.
Suddenly; they were out in the open air. Death felt her stomach acid build in her throat and bent over. Oh, did Death hate throwing up! It made her feel weak and childish.
Eden just stood there, unsure. Finally, he decided to make himself useful and held Death’s brown hair away from her face.
Death straightened up and wiped her mouth. Eden disappeared and then reappeared with a tissue. Death took it grudgingly and wiped her face better. Then Eden reappeared with a glass of water. She took it and rinsed her mouth.
“Hey there!” Someone called out and Death spun to face a handsome Fletcher Renn. Death suddenly felt red. She looked away, embarrassed to be caught throwing up in front of this handsome man who had once been Valkyrie Cain’s boyfriend.
“Hey Fletch,” Eden said, covering. “She’s a newbie to teleportation. You remember how it was for Valkyrie?”
“Oh yes!” Fletcher said, grinning. Wow! He had a smile that made the sun seem like a shadow! “First time I teleported her, it was onto the roof of Ghastly’s workshop. She punched me and almost threw up.” Fletcher laughed then looked at Death. “You okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Been through worse.” Death managed with a croaky voice.
“Really?” Eden asked.
“Yes, haven’t you heard the ‘Great Running of Death Rose from the Nightclub’?” Death asked sarcastically. They both shook their heads. Eden and Fletcher disappeared for a moment and returned with three chairs.
“I was at a nightclub in Ireland, Fletcher, I think you took Val there when the remnants escaped, and I was partying with a few friends. It was a twenty first birthday party. Getting in was hard but one of my friends could manipulate people’s minds, so I got in. The room was dark and I quickly lost sight of my friends. There was flashing lights everywhere. I looked towards the metal door at the end and I saw a strong – boxer like – man and a very thin man beside me. I knew who they where; the skeleton and Elder Bespoke.
“There was a younger girl, whom I am assuming now was Valkyrie had started weaving her way through to me. I bolted for the back exit. There where a few smokers out there and the majority of them were drunk. I didn’t think to bring my phone with me so I couldn’t call anyone to pick me up.
“I slowly made my way down the dark alley and there was a commotion behind me. I risked a glance and I saw that Ghastly had one of the smokers against the wall; his hand curled around the smoker’s neck. Ghastly was growling something and the smoker gestured towards my position; it was about one hundred yards until I hit the street.
“I raced for it and a shadow reached out and snagged my foot. I tripped and cursed. Only one sorcerer here could do that and there was no Stilskin Brave around,” Death looked at their confused expression in the bright sunlight. “Stilskin Brave is a friend of mine. He is a powerful necromancer that I met over at London fighting off Spring-Heeled Jack.” They nodded their approval. “Where was I?” Death trailed off.
“You were up to the part where the shadow tripped you over.” Eden said, absorbed in the story.
“Yeah that’s right,” Death agreed nodding. “So I tripped over and fell head long into a Dumpster. It was quite gross yes, but knowing me, I had many secret passageways around the country. Luckily, that was one of them.
“I found the secret passageway and used it. The skeleton, the tailor and the girl didn’t know about it. I was in the sewers now and it smelled really bad.” Death paused to shudder at the memory. “There was a grate above letting in the moon light. The skeleton guessed I’d probably go down there and he was standing there like Slender Man, and I turned and ran; straight into the tailor’s arms. I kicked and thrashed but nothing could loosen his grip. Man is he strong.” Death pushed up her sleeves to reveal two bruises on her arms. “These are from his hands that night.” She explained and the two teleporters nodded. “So, I was stuck in Ghastly’s arms and then Cain came up to me and said, ‘Oh, hi sewer rat!’ and punched me in the jaw. I was still conscious when they put me in Ghastly’s van and I bided my time well. Ghastly and Skulduggery got in the front of the van and Valkyrie complained that she didn’t want to sit in the back with me because I smelt bad so she sat in the front with all three of them. They hadn’t put handcuffs on me and I leaped up and opened the backdoors of the van before anyone could move.
“I ran, faster and faster and turned down a dark alley. It was wide and long. Down the end of that alley, something flashed. I thought it was the skeleton’s gun and I ducked for cover. There were footsteps on the wall beside me and a girl dressed in tight brown leather and had a sword in her hand. I knew that must have been Tanith Low. I looked back and saw Ghastly had stopped. There were two cleavers behind him and he held his hand back in a gesture saying stop. They obeyed.
“Tanith on the other hand didn’t stop. She ran at the nearest cleaver and swung her blade into his midsection. There was only the sound of skin and bone slicing and that was all. A hand touched my arm and I pulled back, expecting it to be the skeleton or the Cain girl; but it was a man in a dark brown suit. He had scuffed cowboy boots and dark sunglasses on. Why? I thought, it was night time and the sun wasn’t out.
“I’m Billy Ray Sanguine, Tanith’s boyfriend. Hold on tight.” He said with a rich Texan accent; the hit mandeluxe. I thought and the floor ruptured at our feet.
“He took me underground for a few seconds and his hand dipped up. Tanith joined us under the street and Billy Ray grunted. We all held hands as we dug – sorta, it was more like floated – through the dirt. It sounded like a rockslide above us.
“We arrived at my house, which was strange because I had never told them where I lived. ‘We’ll be keeping an eye on you, or at least Tanith will, I have no eyes ya see,’ and then he took off his sunglasses to reveal to black orbs where his eyes should be.
“I backed away, confused. ‘How come you don’t have any eyes?’ I asked and Billy Ray just shook his head. ‘My li’l secret,’ he grinned and with that he disappeared.
“I had just gotten back to my house and there was a knock on the door. I opened it up and was suddenly lying on my back. I looked up, even more confused then before to see a strong bald man with pale blue eyes; only two people in the world had eyes like that, a brother and sister who used to worship the Faceless Ones: China Sorrows and her brother; Mr. Bliss. Hadn’t he died fighting the Faceless Ones? Or defending his sister’s honor? Mr. Bliss had his arms around me and was frowning. He was scary alright, all muscle and . . . well . . . muscle.
“The detective walked into the room and explained how that was Mr. Bliss’s reflection that died that day on Aranmore Farm. He said they were all using reflections, every one but Valkyrie and himself. He said that the only one who needed to use their magic was those themselves. They got China’s reflection and carved symbols onto it.
“Then, I was taken to the Sanctuary and that is where I met you,” Death gestured to Eden.
“Oh, about that. Why did they want me to keep an eye on you? They never did tell me.”
“That night, three hours before the party, I had murdered two people. They were Sanctuary spies who always followed me; Elizabeth Time and Magnet Cannon.” From the shocked look on Eden’s face, he knew who she was talking about.
“They. . .” He trailed off.
“I know, they worked for the Sanctuary, they had families and lives, they had pets, they had friends they had the whole lot!” Death started yelling. “Okay! They had it! I never did! I never knew what it was like to have a family, a mother to look after you, a father to argue with, brothers or sisters to mess about with! You’re lucky! You have families and pets! You don’t have to convince your friends to give you money for rent and the simplest necessities! You have friends, families, PARENTS EVEN! AND WHAT DO I HAVE? NOTHING! YOUR ONLY FRIEND NOW DIDN’T KILL YOUR BEST FRIEND TWO YEARS AGO! DID THEY?” And with that, Death turned her back and ran back to the farm house with her head in her hands, crying loudly.
Death dressed into her new black jodhpurs and her black blouse. She left her horse riding helmet on her bed and put her boots on. She needed a ride. An emotional outburst like the one she had just minutes ago could only be cured by riding a horse.
She made it over to the barn without running into anyone, thank the Golden God, but stopped in the doorway. There were voices inside. Death darted behind the door and listened.
“Why did she just go on and confess all that?” That was Eden.
“Well, I’m no psychiatrist, but I’ve got a feeling that she had that bottled up inside her.” That must have been Fletcher.
“Why are we in here?”
“Because you need to tell her.” Death thought it was a good time to make herself known.
“Tell me what?” She asked with her hands fisted on her hips.
They both looked nervous.
“Well?” She insisted.
“Okay, you know those two-”
Death interrupted, angry. “YES! I DO! OF COURSE! WHAT ABOUT IT?!”
“They were . . .” Eden trailed off, looking at Fletcher for help.
“What he is trying to say is that those two weren’t actually who they said they were.”
“What?” Death’s face went from cherry red to pale as a sheet in just seconds.
“They were traitors. They were the ones behind the attack on the Sanctuary a few years back. They thought that they could blame it on Davinia Marr, and obviously, it worked. Eden and I were the only ones who knew about it; we used what Skulduggery taught me and together, we’ve figured it out.”
Death was beyond confused, beyond angry. “Eden!” She screeched storming over to him. She poked him in the chest. “You were inches away from him yesterday and you didn’t tell him? INCHES! He’s a detective, for Golden God’s sake! And you didn’t tell him?” She shook her head in bewilderment. “Okay, OUT!” Death pushed the men out the barn doors and grabbed Tornado. Stuff the saddle, Death thought and went to retrieve Tornado.
Tornado was in good spirits; he was galloping faster than before and he was neighing appreciatively. Riding bareback and without a bridle was something Death did often; well whenever she was back in Australia with Tornado that is. She loved to lose control and let the horse take over. She remembered doing this the day before Spirit passed. She shook herself out of the memory. She didn’t want to put a damper on this feeling of flying on a horse’s back. She let the wind carry away her thoughts and just concentrated on the sensation of the wind on her face. The wind suddenly cut off and Death opened her eyes. Her horse was behind her and Death was falling, into an abyss. Not some strange metaphorical term, but literally falling into a giant gaping black hole in the ground. She screamed. . .