They were sprinting for their lives: Skulduggery, Valkyrie, Tanith, Fletcher, China, and Ghastly.
The shadowy figure which pursued them had no concern for losing speed.
It shot along like a bullet, never dropping pace or tiring. It held a spoon in each hand and had murder in it's eyes.
The group was struggling to keep up the pace; Skulduggery, Ghastly and Tanith were in the lead, with China and Valkyrie not far behind them, and Fletcher trying his very best,quite far behind.
"Come on, Fletcher, hurry up!" Valkyrie yelled.
Fletcher was trying, really he was, but he never needed to run anywhere usually: he could teleport. The only reason he wasn't teleporting him and the others to safety right now was because he had never been here before, and he could only teleport to places he had already been.
It was getting harder for Fletcher to breath quickly enough for his lungs. The poor boy was starting to see spots. He burst through his last bout of energy and all-together collapsed.
The spoon monster rained down upon him.
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"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Fletcher Renn, the last teleporter. If only he had, again, run a little more, he wouldn't have been killed by some spoons..."
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1000 Ways To Die When You're A Teleporter
FanfictionHaha, let's watch Fletcher die in a number of unusual and amusing accidents. Just some oneshots, some of which where Fletcher and Valkyrie are together, some where it's him and Stephanie, (massive spoiler alert!!), and in all of which our young Engl...
