Skulduggery Pleasant One Shots

Death By... (Part 2)

Ghastlys body reached the top of the stairs and lent against the door frame with an evil grin, gazing out at the party. Ghastly felt a pang of guilt upon seeing the celebration but the guilt was quickly replaced with terror when he heard Vile think his next words. 

"Let's have some fun."

"No!" Ghastly argued back, his voice echoing in his own skull, "Stay away from my friends, you monster!" Ghastly had to stop Lord Vile from joining the party, and yet through his panic, he could still hear Vile's amusement ringing out clear in his, no, Ghastly's head. Ghastly could almost feel the smirk punch him in the face, he knew he was powerless but he had to somehow convince Vile to go away... Maybe Vile was hungry after all those years as a skeleton? No. That sounded even stupider in thought than it would out loud.

"Why, may I ask, can't I enter the celebration? They're my friends too. You seem to have forgotten that. Sure, I'm not a very good friend but that doesn't change the fact that we have some deranged form of friendship. I also know everything about you all, that has to count for something on the friend-O-meter. I mean, it's certainly useful on the I'm-going-to-kill-you-O-meter. Can't you just feel the love every time we try to brutally murder each other?" Ghastly remained silent. The resemblance to Skulduggery was just painful. That brought on a whole new torrent of guilt and unwanted memories. If Ghastly was physically able to cry, he would currently be classified as a waterfall but he was unable to mourn for his best friend because a certain someone had usurped power over his tear ducts. This distressing fact only fuelled Ghastly's rage, but his emotions didn't seem to get the message because his anger doused and wallowed as depression. 

Lord Vile seemed to take his silence as a no. "No? Good, because there is none and if you felt some form of friendship while I murdered your mother then you seriously need to see a psychiatrist. Well, I'll be off now." And with that absurd speech ringing in Ghastlys head, Lord Vile, true to his word for once, began stepping forward. Ghastly was only left a moment to lament on the fact that Vile was creepily happy and lot more talkative of late. That was to be expected now Skulduggery was dead. First Larrikin, then Hopeless, Shudder died last week, then Skulduggery and Valkyrie and now what remained of his friends were about to be killed at his own hand. It was all to much.

"Don't! Your only going to murder them! That's all you ever do! Murder! Now step away before I... Before I-" Ghastly raged.

"Chill. I'm not going to go in and steal their life forces. OK?" Interrupted a very relaxed sounding Vile.

"Somehow, I can't bring myself to believe you." Ghastly retorted, trying and failing to keep his voice from splintering with unrivalled emotions. He needed to be strong. For Skulduggery. 

"Pssssh," Thought back Vile," I'm not going to kill them all immeadiately. I'm going to make them think I'm you first, so I can savour their look of utter betrayl when I stab them in the back." Ghastly curled up in the darkest corner of his mind while Lord Vile proceeded forward unchallenged.

Lord Vile smirked. His final comment had shut that emotional twit up. He could finally drop the cheery, talkative act. He was still fabulous at impersonating Skulduggery from those few years he had to pretend to be Skulduggery until he found a decent blacksmith. He put his best sad face on and dragged Ghastlys body over to where Dexter was sitting, making surre he put just the right amount of slouch and feet-dragging in for it to look beliable but not slapstick. He plodded down on a stool and quickly made sure his face was suitably tear stained, before he began pathetically sobbing and he pressed Ghastlys hideous face into Dexters shoulder. Dexter stopped laughing at Erskine from a distance and looked down at Ghastly concerned. Dexter gently pulled Ghastlys face up from his shoulder and simply looked at him worriedly.

"What's wrong?" Dexter questioned, "This isn'ta bout Skulduggery is it?" Questioned Dexter. Lord Vile shook Ghastlys head and pretended to stifle his sobbs long enough to speak.

"It's...It's Valkyrie-" Stuttered Vile and pretended to burst into tears again. Dexter now looked genuinely anxious.

"What? What about Valkyrie?" Dexter probed, not bothering to smother his panic. 

"She...She's...d-dead-" Blurted out Vile. Dexter looked plain afraid now. Excellent. Dexter went to stand up but Vile pushed down his shoulder, cutting off his sobs and drying his face using water manipulation. 

"Not so fast." Vile said his voice now even and cold but not as cold as his heart. Vile watched in delight as he saw the confusion leap onto his face and become friends with all the other feelings fighting for room on his face. "Your not going anywhere. Ever."

"But Ghas-" Dexters plea was cut short at the same time as his life. Vile smirked. Dexter really should have listened to Ghastlys desperate pleas to run away from him. 

"Oh wait. He can't hear you. Whoops." Thought Vile back to an extremely distressed Ghastly. There were enough people and noise that nobody saw Dexters lifeless body hit the ground. No body cared.

"I never really liked you anyway." Lord Vile said to the shell of man Dexter used to be before putting his depressed facade back up and slouching back into the crowd. Dexter died thinking Ghastly had betrayed them all. That Ghastly killed Valkyrie. Perfect. As Ghastlys body neared Ravel and Tanith he silently swore that Dexter would have the most peaceful death out of everyone in the room. 

"One by one they will all fall." Thought Vile, Ghastlys pathetic little yelps of distress music to his ears in much the same fashion as his familys was to Serpines and Ghastlys mothers was to his.

Just so you all know your comments motivated me to write this through my writers block. Thankyou for motivating me and sorry if this was bad. Also, I have yet to edit and am writing this secretly at like, twelve-thirty so just ignore any mistakes. Also the picture at the top is Lord Viles arm. I drew it. If you look closely you can see all sorts of patterns and engravings over the armour. Let me know if you like the arm. Sorry for the inconvenient timing of this update and the death of Dexter and Valkyrie and Skulduggery... But don't worry! Next time the perspective will not be Lord Viles, just everyone elses as I try and fail to make you temporarily die. Bye and goodnight! Or good morning?