Skulduggery Pleasant fan-fic: The Cradle of Magic (UNDER EDIT)

License to kill.

-Solomon

I stroked back my hair, the whipping of the wind blasting cold air across it in a turret and provoking it to spit random strands into my face.
My midnight black jacket was zipped tight against my body, the weather was cold but my emotions matched that; wind gushing in waves across the sea below and swaying the bridge in force.
Mortals had far from left this bridge hours prior. It was dusk and twilight clouded the sky quickly, darkening the horizon and bringing a ceiling of spilled jewels above me.
When of course darkness struck the daylight draining into the horizon all havoc broke loose above, streaks of blood red spilling the sky with licks of orange flame.
A black Land Rover with darkened windows pulled up across the river and could be seen parking in the lot as I leaned forward from my space on the chilled railings. My heart pumped fiercely against my chest and a hard lump formed harshly in my trachea.
A finely dressed blonde man slammed the door of the Land Rover and proceeded in applying his leather gloves before walking the gravel path towards the bridge. He hadn't yet noticed the man on the bridge to the fore of him. The gentleman wore a long, black trench coat; his suit and tie shown from underneath a smirk plastered on his face as he sauntered across the concrete overpass. His face down.
Relieving from my space, I stepped central to the bridge, the man feet away.
I coughed ephemerally, the man looking up; his golden eyes focused on mine.
"Wreath. It was good of you to come."His voice was as soft as the wind, yet brimming with invisible malice. There was a long pause, the rise and fall of my chest increasing. I nodded briefly and looked to the distant horizon, a mere band of golden light; all that was left of the day.
"What of the girl?" My head flicked back as he spoke, his eyes still focused on my head intently, yet his thoughts seemed elsewhere; distracted.
"Back at the Temple. Safe."
He chuckled lightly, another turret of wind passing over us and howling down the passby. My brow furrowed, a sense of dread hitting me as his laughter intensified. He then stopped as my mouth opened.
"Sir, this prophecy... Are you sure...?" I was keenly broken off and the man walked past me and to the railings, looking over unto the cold water below.
"There is nothing to fear my good man. I trust you." His voice was once again soft, calm.
"You, you believe me? I mean... it's true Sir, I didn't believe it at first but... it's true. "
There was a long pause, my eyes wandering as he bent down and picked up three stones, weighing them in his hand and standing again; his other hand placed on the metal railing. "Sir, the other two mentioned. I believe we need to keep the other two safe... for now... locked up until this blows over... hopefully if we keep them from each-other then the prophecy can't possibly continue..." I could feel the pain in my throat and immediately stopped before my voice broke.
The man with the golden eyes chuckled heavily and shook his head, his body still faced away from me and towards the fast-flowing river below.
"I've... sorted that dilemma Mr Wreath." There was an ever so slight catch in his voice, a hoarse tone left on his last syllable.
"Sorted sir?" his threatening tone hit my nerves, making me shake slightly.
"Oh yes... the girls are far apart now." He hovered his hand over the edge and let the three pebbles fall into the fast flowing stream with a quiet 'clunk, clunk, clunk.'
He turned slowly from his position, his face down with a smile plastered to the edges. "Your Trinity, Mr Wreath..."
I swallowed hard unable to from words. The man to the fore of me was the most powerful being this side of the planet. He knew it. I nodded quickly as he continued.
"You say she's at the Temple?" he rubbed at his light stubble, a malicious grin forming.
I watched this man for a while longer, sussing up the situation. "Y, Yes sir... yes she..."
"And who did you leave her with?" His gaze flicked automatically to mine, licking his dried lips.
"I..."
at that very moment, in one swift movement Ravel took his gun from his inner coat pocket and aimed it at my chest.
The noise hit my ears. Pain hit my senses. And my eyes rained out all colour.
The world was black, fuzzy. A tall figure with Golden Eyes leered above me.
"I'm sorry it had to end this way my good man. But this is the uprising. And I've only just begun."
His shoe hit my side and I was rolled unto my back. Hands felt at my sides and I was thrown at the metal bars with great force.
"I'll give Trinity your love shall I?" He forced my broken body over the edge.
And with that: I was falling.

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His fists were sore, white and clenched upon the sword he held in his right hand, the other found itself to his hoodie; also clenched inside the pocket.
He had been here before, he remembered it from somewhere; the door ajar and a breeze licking the cemetery hungrily as he stepped inside the cold corridor lit with only a vague flicker of torchlight. How very appropriate he thought as he sauntered almost silently down the corridor; leaving a shadow of a finely muscled, well built, hoodie wearing sword wielder on the wall opposite.
This part was of course empty; the main hub brought upon the east wing. He would be unnoticed here.
He slid to the wall as he turned the corridor, a light escaping under a wood-framed door along from him. His hand shook violently as he swallowed back nerves and approached the feeble light; sword outstretched before him.
An almost silent hum of a voice could be heard from through the wood, her soft velvet like voice quietly singing along to what sounded like... what sounded like 'Everything is Awesome'... she stopped, her feet hindering on the floor and she froze.
"Solomon?"
He sharply intook his breath and pressed his force upon his leg, slamming down the door with ease. A scream enveloped the room the girl stumbling back, frozen in shock, her hand stretched forward, shadows flinging from her arms but she was weak as it was and cursed as her body drained, her hand stinging with intense pain. She screamed once more as the boy walked forward, sword in hand. Tears soaked the girl's face almost immediately, her body still and unable to fight back as a cold blade was placed to her throat.
"Who.. Who..?" The pretty girl stammered, her heart beating fast as if to know it only had but few pumps left.
"Jack Havoc. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry..." He timidly lifted his sword but a minor fraction, ready for the blow.
"Wh, Why?" she mumbled through tears. Havoc was quiet astonished at how she wasn't fighting his actions, she attempted to grip his arm but he shrugged it off harshly and pushed her against a wall, the blade cutting loosely into her fine skin.
"My... My aunty... They'll kill her if I don't... She's all I've got left." He pressed the blade in harder, eager to get it over and done with. He didn't want to hurt this girl, quite the opposite in fact and if he ever got the chance he vowed he would find a way to hurt the man that forced him to do this to her.
"I'm..." He started before the girl tilted her head, her tears illuminated by the torchlight, her face as pale as the ivory bed sheets.
"It's okay... I understand." she stifled, practically forcing words from her dried throat. "Wreath's the only family I have left too... If he was hurt..." she trailed off.
The boy paused, thinking. He too had sprung tears, something which he very rarely did.
"Your name." He stated quietly, looking at his shoes. "Your name is Trinity isn't it?"
She nodded slightly, the blade cutting deeper into her neck as her head moved.
"Such a beautiful name." he looked at her, sympathy in his eyes. "I'm sorry Trinity, but I have no choice." He raised the sword.
"Please." The girl muttered silently as she closed her eyes, pure terror ridden on her features.
The pause was bimestrial; his arm hung limply in the air as the girl braced herself for the blow. The two had their eyes screwed shut, joint tears illuminated by the torchlight.
The sword dropped with a clatter on the stone floor, the hard sheeted engraved metal bouncing from the old stone tiles several's times before falling flat with a final clatter.
The girl's water-ridden eyes opened slowly, her blue iris scared and shocked that her blood hadn't joined the weapon on the floor, puddles of the scarlet innards of her neck drenching the floor.
The two looked at each-other for a long time, the gap between them closing as Trinity lurched forward, hugging the boy almost automatically out of trauma.
"Th, thank.. thank you..." she gripped his shoulders and shook violently, her head buried in his torso.
The boy's head spun loudly, blood spilling into his ears and drumming in his skull rhythmically as he gripped the girl back, looking over to the discredited pile of splintered rubble which was once a door.
"Go..." he managed, his deep voice breaking, "Go..."
She nodded briefly and pulled away, her eyes reddened and puffy.
"Go... Go before he finds you..."He walked swiftly to where the door was and looked back at the beautiful girl standing there, carnage reeking around her. She looked fragile, broken her dark hair stranded loosely on her shoulder and the light catching her face.
"Before who finds me, Jack?" her feeble voice echoed a little, tears wetting her face. She was scared, lost, confused and alone... much like he once was.
He didn't answer but stepped forward towards her, taking her shaking hand in his.
"There are people that want you dead, Trinity. I was sent here as your Grim Reaper but I promise you..." He trailed a little, his kind smile lighting the room, "I promise no harm will come to you... alright?"
she nodded quickly, Havoc picking is sword from the floor and taking her into the corridor, the dark night and a future drenched with blood.
little did they know that yet.

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