skull on fire: A skulduggery pleasant/ hunger games crossover fanfic

Chapter Eight: Thinking is Unhealthy

Chapter Eight: Thinking is unhealthy

This morning, when I wake up, I remember last night. Skulduggery's confession of fear and my worries about the presidents plans.. I remember looking up at the stars and talking softly with Skulduggery. I remember feeling drowsy, but being too lazy to walk back. I think I must have fell asleep and I have a hazy recollection of being carried to my room by Skulduggery.
I hear a sharp knock on my door and Clarabelle's voice calls out,

"Rise and shine sleepy head! Things to do! People to meet and then wonder how to kill!"

"Ugh," I groan. I had forgotten all about training. I suppose I'd better get ready..

Half an hour later, I wait outside the training room for Skulduggery. I swear that guy takes longer to dress himself than me, though that's not saying much really. I can dress in mere seconds if I like.

Skulduggery's POV

I hear a light knock on my door and Clarabell's voice calls for me to wake up. I was never asleep. I did try meditating for a while, but eventually I just went for a wander around the building. I saw some interesting things, a library filled with old books from before whatever happened to this place, a whole room filled with stuffed animals and what looked like a room filled with weapon plans.

Eventually my wandering brought me to the one place I didn't want to be, but of course, at the time I had no idea that the room I was about to enter was in fact the head Gamekeeper's office. Or that I was about to find out the one fact I really did not want to know...

Valkyrie's POV

"Ugh, what's taking him so long?" I groan. Honestly, that man.. wait, skeleton. I worry about him a lot. Especially after last night. After both of us breaking down a little, we didn't talk anymore about being scared. We just joked around and watched the stars. But I know that Skulduggery is still scared. Everything I thought last night.. he must have thought the same. If the gamekeepers have no way to kill him, the only reason for him to be in the Arena is to watch me die. That means that either they do have a way to kill him (perhaps fire) or they just want me dead and him heartbroken.. or both. Ugh, this is so complicated. I wish we could just go home.

The thought of home reminds me of Fletcher. How terrible he must be feeling. How terrible I feel. I try not to think about him too much. The choice between him and Skulduggery is one I will never have to make. Either me or Skulduggery will be dead by the end of the Games, maybe both. I miss Fletcher, but right now, Skulduggery needs me most.

Skulduggery's POV

"Move your lazy ass, Skul. I am beginning to lose patience here!"
Clarabelle yells at me through the door.
"Okay, okay!" I yell in reply as I swing my lazy bones out of bed. I need to dress, fast. Then I remember...

My hand reached towards the doorknob, turned it, and pushed. The door opened easily and without a noise. My eyes flickered across the room to see... Nothing.
The room was practically empty. The only furniture it held was a single Hologram-Screen™ and a small office chair. I turned on the Hologram-Screen, carefully turning the three cameras away from my face so as not to be recognised, then began to search the data.
I soon realised that the Hologram-Screen must belong to the head Gamekeeper, as it contained detailed information about the tributes of this year. Their strengths, their weaknesses, and, just in case, the quickest ways to kill, divert of completely terrify them.
I knew this information could be either my saviour, or my downfall. On one hand, I could learn ways to kill people, on the other.. If they have a way to 'kill' me.. I don't want to know that. And I really don't want to see plans for Valkyries death..

I hear footsteps and urgently search for somewhere to hide. If I am found here.. the consequences would be terrible. As this is such a small, empty room, the only place to hide is behind the door. I stand there, hoping and praying that I will not be caught.

Thankfully, as I don't breathe, there were no telltale signs to give me away to whoever was passing.. I breathe an imaginary sigh if relief until I remember.. the security cameras! But surely, if I had been noticed, the president would have sent people to fetch me by now? I run back to my room anyway, deciding not to mention the room to anyone. It is too dangerous to go back there a second time, and the information isn't much we couldn't figure out by ourselves by watching reaping tapes and keeping an eye on how people do in training.

I never managed to meditate last night. I hope it doesn't put me in a bad mood but...

"MOVE. YOUR. LAZY. ASS!" yells Clarabelle, and I open the door as I finish tying my tie. I quickly shrug my jacket on, then followed a fuming Clarabelle down to the training rooms.
When we get there, Valkyrie stands up from where she was sitting, leaning against the wall and laughs saying,

"You are such a slow dresser, Skulduggery. Clarabelle must have had a hard time getting you up and out!"

"Ugh..." I reply, "ready to make some new allies/enemies/friends/dinosaurs?"

"Hell yeah!! I'm always ready to meet a good 'ol dinosaur!!"

I pushed the door open and we walked into the busy training centre..

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