Night Walker

Chapter 6

*Val POV*
"Was it Darquesse?" Skul asks, stopping me from leaving the room. We didn't even care that the dead men were in the room now. "No, it wasn't" I state, frustrated. "How do you know?" He asks, desperate for an answer. "How do YOU know if it's vile when he takes over!? Because you can see through there eyes! It wasn't Darquesse!" I yell, now upset. "wait... Darquesse and Vile!!?" Ghastly yells, worried. "Shush!" I yell, turning back to Skul. "Something else is going on, she even admitted it wasn't her!" I insisted, growing mad. This was so frustrating! "WHATS GOING ON?!" Anton snaps, pulling out his gun. Me and Skul turn to them, simontanoulsy . "SHUTUP!" We scream, in sync. If we weren't fighting, it would be hilarious. "I-" "Answer the fucking question Valkyrie!" Dexter growls, shoving a gun against my head. I sigh, shrugging. "Hey! Get your gun off her head dexter!" Skuls snaps, moving forward. But, ghastly steps up, pulling him back. "You BOTH have some explaining to do. I Ignore him. "She hasn't even talked to me for ages..." I yell, halting at Skul, not really mad anymore. Haha sorry. "Until now... I FUCKING JINXED IT !" I yelled, frustrated. Skul sniggers, despite the situation as re dead men shove us onto his bed. "EXPLAIN!" Dexter snaps, once again pushing a gun against my head. Suddenly, Saracen bursts out laughing, falling onto dexter. "What the hell?!" Dexter yells, pushing him off. Saracen gasps for breaths, as he points at us. "Its... It's just... so funny that... the worlds best detectives... are the ones who are basically going to ... Kill the world!!" He laughs, making us stare at him, bewildered. "How's that funny?" I ask, might open. "It's...it's not... But you know... " he giggles, wiping his eyes. We all just stare at him, incredulous looks on our faces, seriousness trying desperately to return to the room. Saracen sighs, stopping his fit of laughter. "Yeah. Skuls lord vile, and Vals Darquesse." He states, casually, making me cover my mouth out of surprise of the causality of the situation. Dexters hand starts shaking, as he drops his gun. "Uh....." He stammers, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. I sigh, using air to lock the door, as he tries to run. I roll my eyes, turning to Saracen. "Can you tell them? Me and Skul need to have a conversation" I state, glaring at Skul. Saracen shrugs, turning to the dead men.