"What are you going to do? Kill me?" Fletcher Renn spat at Mevolent.
He and Skulduggery Pleasant were tied up, surrounded and outnumbered.
"Just give me a reason and I swear I will," the evil sorcerer snarled.
Fletcher took a moment. Then he said,
"You smell like an expired bag of milk and your spicy bean stew recipe is not as good as you think it is. Also I don't like your hair. It's distressing for me because my hair is so much better."
"That'll do it," Mevolent said, and gave the order.
Skulduggery yelled, watching helplessly as Fletcher was lifted off his feet and shoved onto a large metal spike.
It drove through the boy's stomach, spilling blood and spreading guts and splintering bones and puncturing lungs. Fletcher's scream was lost in Skulduggery's as his life dripped down the spike and ebbed out of him into the floor.
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"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Fletcher Renn, the last teleporter. If only he knew when to hold his tongue; especially when he had fallen into the hands of Mevolent and his men... Never the less, those were pretty awesome last words!..."
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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...
