Forgotten - A Skulduggery Pleasant Fanfic (COMPLETE)

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Allara touched her shoulder where the wound had been but felt no pain.
She couldn't say that the sorcerer's remedies for injury were terrible.
She rolled her shoulders and stepped out of the medical wing, smiling at the kind-eyed nurse who had helped her.
"Thanks."  She said, waving at the man as she left the wing.  She stepped into a wide, tall hallway, which was bustling with people, and made followed the crowd to the main entrance.  She was just about to leave when her arm was grabbed and she was pulled away.  Confused and angry, she looked up to see Tanith, pulling her along and to an almost empty hallway.
"The girl from yesterday, you didn't tell her anything, did you?"  She asked immediately, getting straight to the point.
"N-no, why?"  Allara asked.
"She showed up this afternoon blabbing about wanting to see you.  She called you her friend."  Tanith whispered as a group of young sorcerers walked past.
"She's not my friend.  I only just met her and she spent the entire time babbling in my ear."  Allara sighed.
"So she doesn't know." Tanith stated.
"Of course not. Ye of little faith." Allara tried to make light of the situation, but Tanith just rolled her eyes and stepped away.
Allara scowled in her direction and followed after, out of the door and into warm sunlight.
As they made their way home Allara tried to sort out her thoughts.  So much had happened in the past few months that she found it difficult to believe.  To think that her Father had never told her about magic until their home was ransacked and he was sent to jail.
Speaking of, she still had no idea who the perpetrators were that ransacked her old home.  What had they been doing?  What were they searching for?
And Erin.  Allara shivered at the name, remembering the traumatic experience from last night.  She quickly shook her head at it, and sent it into the dark recesses of her mind.  If she thought about it now, there was no doubt she would end up an anxiety-ridden, terrified ball curled up on the ground.
Which was something she'd had quite enough of being.
She wanted to be strong and independent, like Tanith.  But right now, she was more like Fearless.  Screaming at her own shadow and hiding behind any person she could.
Letting others save the day because she was always the damsel in distress. 
Getting herself injured every two minutes.
Allara clenched her fists and grunted angrily, glaring at the pavement like it was her worst enemy.
"Dammit!"  She stomped her foot into the ground angrily, and before she knew it, her foot had gone through the pavement and into the dirt beneath.
She stared at it for a second, the scene not registering.
What?
"Hey, Allara-"  Tanith's voice paused, and a few seconds later her boots came into view, "what did you do?"
"I got angry, and I stomped my foot, and bam, hole."  Allara replied half-heartedly.  She slowly pulled her foot out of the hole and shook off the dirt and debris.
"You haven't been practising any Adept magic, have you?"  Tanith asked.
"I don't think so..."  Allara frowned.  What was Adept again?
"Because that sure looks like super strength."  Tanith said.  Allara heard the smile in her voice, and as she looked up from the hole she had created, she saw..pride?..in Tanith's eyes.
"Super strength is a stupid power.  What am I supposed to do with that?"  Allara groaned, "I want to have elemental powers."  The pride in Tanith's eyes vanished.
"Well, I mean, super strength means you can easily punch out all your enemies..."  She said.
"Why would I do that when I can set them on fire?"  Allara replied.  Tanith stared at the hole, then up at her, and sighed.
"Maybe you just..kinda..pushed the air out of your foot..?"  She shrugged.  Allara stared at her for a moment.
Then they both burst out laughing.

Fearless heard a knock on the door and sighed, slamming his book shut.  Of course, whoever was at the door couldn't have heard that, but he felt good in knowing he did it anyway.
He unlocked the door and opened it, leaving the screen door locked.
That didn't work out well.
"Heeey!"  Shadows accumulated around the screen door like fingers, and pulled it off its hinges easily.  Behind the shadows was a red-haired, horribly disfigured girl and a younger, baby-faced, boy.  He grinned at Fearless as they both walked in nonchalantly, the red-haired girl even going so far as to yawn.
Fearless just watched in shock as they started going through the house.
"Yo, chubs,"  The boy turned to Fearless, "where's Allara?"
"The Sanctuary."  Fearless's eyes widened and he clapped his hands over his mouth. 
"The wimp's hiding from us!"  The red-haired girl laughed, and some of the skin on her face fell off.
"Well, this was a waste of time,"  The boy, clearly not seeing the fun side, crossed his arms and pouted.
"Pl-Please ge-gg-get out,"  Fearless stammered, pointing at the door.
"Aw, he's so afraid!"  The girl giggled and walked up to Fearless, squishing his cheeks, "what's your name, mate?"  She asked.
"F-F-Fearless."  Fearless responded, feeling a bright red blush of shame come to his cheeks.  The girl raised an eyebrow and stepped back, sighing.
"Generic."  She stated simply, before signalling to her friend, "let's get outta here.  She might be walking home."  The boy followed obediently, and they both left the house.  The girl used a tendril of shadow to grab the front door handle and slam the door shut behind her, laughing as she left.
Fearless stared at the door, eyes wide, and slid to the ground.
So these were the bad guys.
These were the antagonists of Allara's story.
And his stupid terrified self didn't do anything to stop them from finding her home address and coming inside.
He was done for.