Forgotten - A Skulduggery Pleasant Fanfic (COMPLETE)

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Sam Khalor sat at his desk, writing.
It was all he could do since his imprisonment. Since escape was next to impossible and the only interesting things around him were the tattered rug on the floor, faded now but once a brilliant mix of reds, oranges and yellows. And he couldn't very well just stare at that for hours on end.
So he wrote.
He wrote stories of fantastical adventures, of magic-wielding people hidden from society, saving the world. He wrote about his own experiences, a dramatic biography of sorts.
But as he wrote, memories resurfaced.
Memories which he had hidden, deep down in the recesses of his mind, locked in a box.

Memories of Allara's Mother.
A brown-haired, olive skinned woman with a beautiful smile and a wicked temper.
A woman who's chosen discipline allowed her to create fantastical displays as she fought the bad guys and saved the day.
That was where Sam had met her, actually.
She had been his knight in shining armour.

A young Sam Khalor flipped through the air and slammed into the brick wall, hard. He coughed, a little bit of blood coming out, and looked up at his enemy.
A bald, ridiculous looking man with clown makeup and a black and white pinstriped suit, complete with oversized shoulder pads.
"The Joker never loses to such a measly enemy!" The man boomed, an attempt at an evil laugh escaping his mouth.
The Joker needs to stop referring to himself in third person. It's getting annoying." Sam staggered to his feet and spat on the ground, holding his arm. Blood trickled through the gash, but he didn't feel the pain. His adrenaline was pumping too fast.
He let go of his injured arm and tilted his head, inviting The Joker to come at him. The man took the oppurtunity and bent down low, kicking his foot back behind him as if he were about to start a race. His belly fat jiggled as he laughed again. Sam waited for The Joker to begin running, arms outstretched, ready to tackle him, before he dodged out of the way and watched the man run into the wall face first. A moan of pain came from the man as he slid down the wall, clutching his nose.
"You've broken The Joker's nose!" He cried.
"Mate, you're fine," Sam lifted his arm, "what's coming next will definitely hurt, though." Crackling energy began to form in his hands, deep purple in colour. Without a second thought, Sam threw them at The Joker, and the man hit the floor as he tried to get up. He began to cry.
"You are so mean to The Joker. Do you get off on being mean to people?" He wailed.
"You were trying to kill me." Sam replied flatly, before he was hit on the back of the head and landed on the ground, hard, stars flashing. Through the stars, he saw a man with a long and thin face walk over to The Joker, helping him up. The man had a black cape and, as he turned around, Sam realised the guy was wearing a Batman costume.
And he was holding a frying pan.
Sam didn't know whether to feel exasperated or devastated.
"I," began the skinny-faced man, "am Batman." The attempt at a gruff voice failed.
"You sound like pre-pubescent Robin." Sam managed to get out, body shaking as laughs erupted. At least if he was going to go out, it would be with a funny story.
Would anyone ever forget the man who died at the hands of discount squeaky-voiced Batman? He liked to think not.
"Shut up!" Batman wannabe tried to boom. That only made Sam laugh harder. As he laughed, trying to distract the two, he focused on his hands, and energy began to form.
"You're such a rude person, did you know that?" The Joker asked.
"Why would you laugh at Batman? Who laughs at Batman?" Batman asked. Sam shot his hand out and a stream of energy shot out, but The Joker grabbed mini Batman and dodged out of the way.
However, the distraction allowed Sam to get up, and by the time he was on his feet he was shooting out another energy ball, this time hitting discount Batman. Discount Batman fell flat on his backside, stunned.
"Wow." The Joker said. He lifted his own arm and suddenly, Sam was being thrown through the air again, and he slammed into the opposite wall, sliding to the ground. He got up straight away, shot an energy ball blindly and completely missed Discount Batman, who was running straight for him, frying pan in hand. Sam tried to dodge out of the way, but the adrenaline was beginning to fade, and pain began to hit. He stumbled, fell to the side, and discount batman hit the wall where his face would have been with the frying pan, before spinning around, looking genuinely angry this time. Sam scooted backwards, rolled out of the way, but The Joker was right there, flames in his hand.
"You aren't a very interesting person to fight." He said, aiming for Sam's head. Sam tried to roll backwards, but Discount Batman was there, holding his frying pan in one hand and shadows in the other.
"Mate," A voice suddenly called from the other side of the old warehouse, "I know he's boring, but you don't have to gang up on him."
All three men looked over.
A young, brunette woman stood there, one manicured eyebrow arched, hair pulled into a loose plait, and holding a gun.
Grace Clout.
Sam's future wife.
"Where the hell did you get a gun from?" Sam immediately asked.
"Is that really the most important thing right now?" Grace replied. Sam looked at discount Batman and fat Joker.
"Probably not." He replied.
"Thought so. Now boys, do you want to explain why you're ganging up on this poor soul?" She asked, looking between The Joker and Discount Batman.
"The Joker kills all that are in his way!" The Joker proclaimed loudly.
"Yeah, I know. You aren't exactly subtle." She stepped forward casually, holding the gun at her side, and nonchalantly pushed a piece of hair behind her ear.
Discount Batman made a whining sound in the back of his throat. She shot him a sideways glare.
"No." She said. Discount Batman blushed.
"Just because you are a woman, doesn't mean The Joker won't fight!" The Joker clicked his fingers, summoning flame.
"Good. I'm all for equal treatment." She pressed on her wrist and a small sigil began to glow dark blue, and she threw out a wave of energy which sent The Joker tumbling into a corner. She looked at Discount Batman.
"You gonna try anything?" She asked. He shook his head vigorously, dropping the frying pan.
Sighing, she reached out a hand to Sam, who took it gratefully and stood.
"We got 'em!" She called behind her once Sam was fully up, and suddenly thundering footsteps sounded from outside, coming closer. Four Cleavers entered from both entrances to the warehouse, clad in grey and standing to attention.
"What are you waiting for?" She asked, staring at the Cleavers. Immediately, they went to arrest both idiots. She eyed him up as they walked out.
"How did you almost get killed by those two?" She asked.
"I'm..uh..new to magic," He said, holding out a hand, "Sam. Do you work for the Sanctuary?"
"Grace. Nice to meet you, Sam." She took his hand and shook it firmly. They walked in silence for a moment, heading towards two black vans.
"You know, Grace," Sam began, "I am actually in a world of pain right now." He fell over, smacked into the ground and passed out.

Sam put his pen down and shook his hand around a bit, looking at the manuscript he had gathered. It stood around as big as his head, but that was only one quarter of his life.
He still had a lot more to write.