An Ending Of A Bad Begining.

[HI! so I'm just gonna state some stuff. If you don't like it, DON'T READ IT! if you do like it, please comment bellow. this will be posted on my fan fiction account as well, at Skulduggery Bathilda Spark. when i have a few more chapters. This is a Skulduggery Pleasant, Walking Dead, Doctor Who, Sherlock crossover.  It is going to be gory, and violence is involved. coarse language may be apparent in future chapters. All rights belong to owners. the storyline is mine, I hope you enjoy. feedback is appreciated. i will try update at leaat once a week. Go read:)]

A large jail, like building jutted out from the earth. It was dank and grey, the volume however was large.  Wired fence was doubled around the whole building, topped with barbs, and then surrounded by another lot of the stuff. Four large gun towers surrounded the prison, people were positioned on each, but it was hard to see their features, let alone identify who they were. However the smell of death and decaying bodies was intense. Twenty odd people seemed to be walking along the outside of the Jail, but they were more than people by the looks of it. Blood smeared their shirts; they were bone skinny and when they turned to face you it was as if their eyes had retreated into the back of their head. Some had hands and arms torn off. Others half dangling legs. One of them had a jaw that seemed to be missing. Their skin was grey-ish and their clothes too baggy.  It was like a living hell, or a necromancer heaven.  Dead bodies and half eaten corpses lay further away from the jail, and everyone acted as if this was an everyday occurrence. A blue box appeared on the top of the prison. It didn’t appear silently, but it didn’t make a noise. It faded into the picture, not in a rush to be anywhere, or do anything. It was, as you could clearly see, a 1960’s Police Box. A man in a suit stepped out and looked around, followed by a girl in a nice yellow dress. Neither of them seemed to expect what they saw.

And then the vision faded back to reality.

Delta Mallet ran sat up and took out her mobile calmly; she dialled the Irish Sanctuary and hopped for a response.

“Hello?” The Elders rough voice was slightly muffled through the sound of the phone.

“Good day Elder Bespoke.” Delta paused politely, but she sat on the edge of her seat nether the less.

“Ahh, Miss Mallet, and news I suppose?”

“Yes, not the good kind, and… well, not the bad kind either.”

“Well you better tell me what going on, come down here and-“A ringing came from the other end of the line and the Elder paused.  “Can you hold a second?” It obviously wasn’t an option, but she waited patiently as she heard the calling form the other side of the line.

“GHASTLY!”  She could make out the voice of the Grand Mage and listened intently. “I have over eighty PHONECALLS from all the Seers around IRELAND!”

“Umm, Erskine, I’m talking to one know so-“

“Can you find out what they bloody want?” He sounded enraged, and Delta couldn’t help but snicker.

“That is what I intend on doing Grande Mage.” He spoke calmly with a certain soothing edge to his tone.

“Ahh, right… good. I’ll just” He slipped out of the room and Ghastly sighed. “Sorry about that.” He said as he picked up the phone.

“No problem.” Delta let out a grin; it wasn’t every day you got to hear that, well not every day for her anyway.

“So what is it?”

Delta explained the vision quickly and tried not to leave out any information.  He was a good listener and waited until she was finished before asking any questions.

“So you think you saw the apocalypse or something?”

“I believe it may be an extension on it, yes.”

“But the future can be changed.”

“Yes, but by the sounds of it, this is almost set in stone.”

“The sounds of it?”

“Well, the Grande Mage did say he had a phone call from almost every seer in Ireland. At the same time, does that seem like a coincidence to you?”

“No, no it doesn’t. Would you be able to come to the Sanctuary, now? I’ll need you to talk to some people, do some stuff like that.”

“Of course.” She gritted her teeth slightly.

“Oh, and try to be quick.” Ghastly smiled and hung up. He took out his mobile and pressed speed dial.

“Skulduggery get down here, NOW.” The Elder hung up without waiting for a response and walked outside. Of his office. Erskine Ravel sat on the bench outside and stood as he came out. “Am I royalty now?” Erskine winked and Ghastly shook his head.

“What is the fuss then?”

“I’ll tell you when Skulduggery gets here.”

“But I’m the Grande Mage!”

“And I’m waiting.”

“Fine, can you give me a summary?”

“Probably.”

“Are you going to?”

“Not a chance.”

Erskine scowled and they stood around awkwardly for a moment. He let a smile escape his lips, “Come on, let’s get some coffee.”

“We don’t have time to get coffee.” Ghastly was laughing even if the situation was dire.

“I can do anything.” Ghastly gave him a look and his smile turned into a grin. “Just watch. Oh yes you, can you please get us some coffee.” The man he was asking looked at him and nodded before running off, returning moments later with two hot coffees. “Thank you,” he handed the man some money before turning to Ghastly.

Ghastly laughed and went back into his office, Erskine trailing him.

“Where are they, they should be hear by know.”

“Who us?” Skulduggery opened the door and walked in, Valkyrie trailed him. Twigs stuck out of her hair, leaves and mud were all over her pants and face.  Skulduggery walked in smoothly and Valkyrie groaned and went straight the bathroom. Running her clothes under the water, and then manipulating the air to dry them off.

“Yes you, know Ghastly tell me what the hell is going on.”

“Well, I can’t…”

“You can’t?” Skulduggery sighed. “You drag me all the way from a very important mission to tell me you can’t tell me anything.”

“What ‘important mission’ was this one then?” The Grande Mage looked at Skulduggery, eyebrows raised. “I see Valkyrie got quite tossed around.” At this she stepped out of the bathroom, her clothes dry, and no way near as dirty.

“You said my name?” she asked and her eyebrows rose.

“Nothing dearie,” Skulduggery said. “You have a twig in your hair though.” With a scowl she went back to the bathroom and went to fixing her hair. “I was trying to teach her how to climb a tree; she isn’t the expert on it, as I learnt again today. She fell out five times.”

Erskine started to giggle rapidly and Skulduggery sighed. “She WHAT?”

“Yes yes, she fell out of a tree. Five times.”

“And this has never happened before?”

“Not five times it hasn’t.”

The pair started chuckling and Ghastly sat there frustrated with the pair of them.

“Can we actually remember why where here?”

Valkyrie came and sat on the floor, back against the wall, a scowl sat on her face. “Nope, because no whenever told me.” She sent Skulduggery a glance and he tilted his head. “Enlighten me.”

“Well we are waiting for a Seer by the name of Delta Mallet. She has seen the future-“

“That’s always handy.”

“-And apparently so have 80 others.”

“Wait, at the same time?” Skulduggery questioned.

Erskine pipped up. “Seems like it.”

A soft knocking sounded on the door. Skulduggery walked over and opened it to reveal the most unattractive women you would have ever laid eyes on. Her hair was neon purple and her eyes were yellow, green and red. She wore a dress of pink snakeskin and a blue leopard fur hand bag. Her teeth were almost all falling out, even though she was only in her forties, her face was rounded and she seemed to have no neck. Her nose was overly large, and her eyebrows didn’t exist. She wore too much make-up, but none of it helped at all. The whole room was quite for a few seconds.

“Hello, I’m Delta Mallet.” Her voice was high pitched and wheezy.

“Ahh, hello Delta. Would you be able to tell us the vision you had.”

Delta sat down on one of the chairs and started to tell everyone the vision she had had. When she started to talk about necromancers Skulduggery and Valkyrie gave each other a look, that everyone seemed to catch, but no one understood. When she finished Ghastly led her out of the room and looked at the detectives.

“Thoughts?”

“Well,” Skulduggery looked at Valkyrie; she looked revolted about the whole experience. “I’m not actually too sure about this one.”

Valkyrie glanced at Skulduggery quickly. “Rain check?”

Erskine looked at them, “Not even going to guess?”

“I’ve got an idea; well that’s a lie, many ideas. As for the people in the police box…”His velvet voice broke off. He seemed as stumped as anyone.

“How can something, just appear like that?”

“Fletcher?”

“Yes, but he doesn’t slowly appear and come in and out of focus.”

Skulduggery paused. “We will get back to you on this one.”

Erskine and Ghastly looked at them, puzzled. “Ok,” Erskine said slowly.

“But we want to know as soon as you find anything.” Ghastly stated.

“Of course.” Skulduggery straightened up, and Valkyrie followed, they walked out the door and left the Elder and Grande Mage to their business.  Valkyrie jumped in the Bentley, followed by Skulduggery.

“You don’t think its Darquess do you?”

“Honestly Valkyrie, I really don’t know what to think.”

“But I mean, a ‘Necromancers Paradise’ isn’t that exactly what she will want. Everything ‘reeking of death’?”

“It’s possible, and not unlikely.”

“What about the man in the box?”

“Valkyrie we don’t even know how far away this future is, let alone when it is. We can’t jump to conclusions.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right, I’m always right.” Valkyrie laughed as they drove out of the run down streets of Roarhaven.  But however hard she hopped, she couldn’t see a way around the end of the world. She felt a rubbery hand on her leg and looked up.

“Don’t worry,” He turned to face her. “We will-“

“What the HELL is that?” Valkyrie screamed as she saw the blood lining the street. Skulduggery’s head swivelled to the road and swerved out of the way. The thing was human like but looked half decayed. It wasn’t like any zombie she had seen. She thought of Scapergrace and she realised how terrifying this thing was. This wasn’t a zombie, not even one that had touched human flesh. This was something form a living hell. Its eyes were pooping out of its head; it wore clothes, a suit in fact. It didn’t wear shoes, and as skulduggery shot the thing square in the chest, it didn’t die. The thing came for the Bentley. And Skulduggery sped up, handing Valkyrie the gun as he drove.

“Wind down your window.” Skulduggery turned.

“What?!”

“Do it.”

With a deep breath Valkyrie unclipped her seat belt, and pushed the window down. She took the gun in both hands and shot at it.

“Try not to waste bullets.” He said with a smirk

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

Valkyrie lined up the gun and tried to hit at the creature. She closed one eye and the creature snarled. It stumbled after the car, and it wasn’t slow about it. Valkyrie shot out with the gun, hitting it in the stomach, it pushed backwards again. Valkyrie relined as Skulduggery swerved the car. And again she shot, the bullet pushed right through the head, and the creature fell to the ground. She wound up the window as the car stopped.  They jumped out of the car and walked over to the dead creature.

“What is it?” Valkyrie asked. Her voice quivered on the last word.

“I’m not sure. But we better get it into the Bentley.”

“I am not touching that.”

“I never asked.” Skulduggery lifted his hand and Valkyrie got the boot. The thing hovered over to the car and one of the legs fell off in its suspension. Valkyrie raised her hand and used the air to flick it towards the boot.

“What do you think of it?” Valkyrie mused.

“I can tell you one thing; Darquess is not the one responsible.”