Nafarian Serpine raised his red right hand and pointed it straight at Fletcher Renn.
"Serpine- stop- no!' Skulduggery Pleasant screamed, running forwards, but too late.
Fletcher's last conscious, fleeting thought was of pure terror. He was shaking, very much afraid of what was going to happen next.
And with good reason: the very next second pain, far, far worse than anything he had ever experienced or anticipated, burst from every pore of his body. It was agony beyond anything he thought possible and he swayed where he stood; the very air in his lungs seemed to freeze solid with every gasping breath he struggled to take. The pain attacked him like knives- white hot but piercingly cold at the same time, and he was screaming, loud and long and throat-searing. He broke out in an icy sweat and his eyelids fluttered with the effort to keep standing on his two shaking feet. Fletcher fell to his knees, his fists clenched, his fingernails digging into his pale flesh, drawing blood, and howling until his mouth was raw and dry and he tasted metal in the back of his throat. His eyed flew open and tears flooded his cheeks. His very bones were rattling in protest.
Where was death? He wanted to die. Where was death? Please... Let it stop, let him die... Where was it?
Oh.
There is was.
Fletcher's body fell to the floor, leaving a victorious Serpine, a shocked Skulduggery and a sobbing Valkyrie.
***
"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Fletcher Renn, the last teleporter. If only Nafarian Serpine wasn't such a meanie bombeanie..."
YOU ARE READING
1000 Ways To Die When You're A Teleporter
FanficHaha, 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...
