Read Playing with Fire (Skulduggery Pleasant, Book 2) Online
Authors: Derek Landy
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"Why are you doing this?" Valkyrie blurted out. "Why does he still want me? It's not like Skulduggery's going to back off just because I'm being held captive."
Sanguine stared. "Are you serious?" He laughed. "Li'l darlin', you ain't no
hostage;
you never were!"
"What?"
"This whole thing, everythin' that's happenin', it's
because
of you."
"What are you talking about?"
"You heard about the missin' ingredient, right? The one thing Vengeous couldn't get his hands on, eighty years ago. You heard about that?"
"Of course. What's that got to do with me?"
"Sweetie, it
is
you.
You're
the missin' ingredient."
She stared at him, and his smile grew wider.
"You're a direct descendant of the Ancients, ain't you? What, you thought that little bit of information wouldn't get around? When I heard about that, I knew the time had come to set the Baron free."
"You're lying. ..."
"Scout's honor. The one thing he was missin' was blood with a certain type of power in it. Seein' as how he wasn't likely to get the blood of another
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Faceless One anytime soon, the next best thing is the blood of one of the guys who managed to
kill
a Faceless One. That was the last ingredient to the end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it cocktail he was brewin'. Must make you feel pretty special, huh?"
She couldn't answer. She felt the color drain from her face.
"This is good," Sanguine said, clearly delighted, as he started the engine. "This is
good."
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Chapter
Twenty-one
DONNING DARKNESS
IT WAS TIME.
Vengeous felt its power, felt it pierce his skin and wrap itself around his insides. Even if he wanted to, even if he changed his mind about what he planned to do, it was too late now. It was pulling him forward. How could Vile ever have been beaten with power like this?
The Infected had laid out the armor on a table, in a small room at the rear of the church.
From such humble beginnings,
Vengeous thought to himself, and smiled.
He approached the table, reached out, but stopped, his hands hovering over the gauntlets. His fingers trailed in
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the air, moving over the chest plate, the boots. The first piece of armor he touched was the mask. He picked it up carefully, held it, felt it change and shift beneath his touch.
The garments he wore
--
black and simple to the eye
--
were specially woven to ensure a successful binding. He would be wearing Lord Vile's armor
--
his body would need insulating against the raw power contained within, power that could sear his flesh and boil his blood.
By now, Billy-Ray Sanguine would have located the Cain girl, and he would be bringing her to the church. The Baron himself, with help from the Infected, had subdued Dusk and injected him with the serum. By shedding his skin, Dusk had failed him, nearly cost him everything. But Vengeous would punish him later. For right now, all his dreams were about to come true.
As Baron Vengeous donned the armor, shadows rose from it like steam.
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Chapter Twenty-two
BLOOD AND SHADOWS
THEY DROVE deeper into the country, where the roads narrowed and twisted like snakes. Finally, they pulled up outside a dark old church and Sanguine got out, went around to her side and opened the door, then pulled her from the car.
He took her arm and led her up the cracked, overgrown path. Vines clung to the crumbling walls, and the small stained-glass windows were caked with grime and dust.
He pushed open the ancient double doors and guided her into the cold, dank church. There were
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still a few pews that hadn't rotted away, and there were hundreds of lit candles that sent the shadows dancing and pirouetting across the walls. The altar had been ransacked and cleared, replaced with a large slab, solid and proud, and upon that slab was the massive, bandaged body of the Grotesquery, covered in a sheet.
Baron Vengeous was waiting for them, clad in the black armor of Lord Vile. It was not what Valkyrie had expected. The armor did not clank, or rattle, and it cast no sheen. It seemed to be alive, subtly moving and reshaping itself even as she watched.
There were others in the church, Infected men and women, the vampire virus working through their bodies, changing them every moment that passed. They stayed in the shadows as best they could.
She could see Dusk now. His human form had grown back, but it had kept the scar across his face. It was deep, and ugly, and he was glaring at her with every ounce of hatred his blackened soul was capable of.
"Valkyrie Cain," Vengeous said, the mask distorting his voice into a rough whisper. "So nice of
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you to join us on this most auspicious of nights. The creature on this table will open the gateway for its brethren, and this world will be cleansed. The unworthy will be decimated, and we will usher in a new paradise, and it's all thanks to you."
Sanguine took Valkyrie by the elbow and led her to the front pew, where he made her sit beside him, and they watched Vengeous lower his head, his hands raised above the body on the slab.
Shadows started moving around Vengeous. The candles were flickering as though a strong wind was blowing, but the inside of the church was deathly calm.
"The Grotesquery's gonna feed on you," Sanguine whispered, almost casual. "That good ole boy's been down for the count-- he's gonna need your blood in his veins. Gonna have himself a slap-up meal. You mind if I take pictures? Brought my own camera and everythin'."
"Knock yourself out."
"Thanks."
"No, really, run headfirst into the wall and knock yourself out, because I'm telling you, you better be unconscious when Skulduggery gets here."
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Sanguine grinned and sat back. "I can handle Mr. Funnybones, don't you worry about that. Pay attention now, darlin'-- this is where it gets interestin'."
Valkyrie looked back at the altar, just as the shadows bunched up behind Vengeous and descended on him like a shroud. He stiffened and his body jerked, as if he was being shot through with electric currents. The shadows started flowing out through his fingertips and down, passing through the sheet.
"Mr. Sanguine," Vengeous whispered.
Sanguine pulled Valkyrie up and dragged her over to the slab. He grinned as he showed her his straight razor, then grabbed her wrist. She tried to struggle but he was far too strong, and she cried out as he ran the cold blade across the palm of her right hand.
But instead of running off her hand and dripping onto the sheet, her blood drifted to the shadow stream, mixing with it, twirling through it and around it, being fed into the body of the Grotesquery.
And that was when the double doors swung open and Skulduggery Pleasant strolled into the church.
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The Infected snarled and Valkyrie pulled her hand from Sanguine's grip. Vengeous looked up from his dark work and his armor grew angry spikes, as Skulduggery walked up to the end of the aisle and sat in the front pew. He crossed his legs, settled into a comfortable position, and waved his hand in the air.
"Don't let me interrupt," he said.
Valkyrie frowned.
Not quite the rescue she'd been counting on.
The Infected moved into the light, closing in on Skulduggery, who was acting like he'd just popped by for a chat. Vengeous sent the last of the shadow stream into the Grotesquery and then stepped back. Valkyrie saw him sag slightly.
Vengeous brought his hands up to his head and undid the latches on the mask, lifting it off. His face was pale and shiny with sweat. His eyes were narrow and cold.
"Abomination," he said. "You came here alone? No Cleavers with you? Mr. Bliss isn't by your side?"
"You know me, Baron; I like to take care of things myself. Also, when you beat me up, you broke my phone, so . . ."
A smile now, cracking across Vengeous's lips.
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"Did you come here to witness the beginning of your end?"
"No, not really. I just came here to do this."
Skulduggery reached into his jacket, pulled out a small black satchel, and lobbed it onto the slab. It landed on the sheet, over the bandaged chest of the Grotesquery. Vengeous gazed at it, reached out . . .
"Wouldn't do that if I were you," Skulduggery said, holding up a small device. "One push of this button, and this lovely little church is decorated with bits of your god."
"A bomb?" Vengeous said, anger rising in his voice. His armor swelled and thickened protectively. "You think explosives could harm a Faceless One?"
"But that's not a Faceless One, is it? At least not a
whole
one. I expect it's a tad fragile, actually, after spending all that time locked away in a wall. And I'm betting all this has taken a lot out of
you,
too. That one little bomb could take you both out at the same time. Well, I say
little,
but it's actually about fifteen times more powerful than the
last
one I threw at you, and you remember how sore
that
was."
Sanguine pushed Valkyrie closer to the slab.
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"You'll kill
her
right along with all of us."
"I don't have to," Skulduggery said patiently. "I either press this button and foil your insidious plot and kill my friend while I'm at it, or I don't, and we leave, and you just wait another three years for the next lunar eclipse. It's up to you, Baron."
Vengeous observed him. "Take her."
Dusk stepped forward. "The girl must die!"
"Silence!" Vengeous roared. He locked eyes with Dusk until the vampire backed down, the flickering candles playing with his scar.
Vengeous looked back at Skulduggery. "Take the girl," he sneered. "You won't get far."
"We'll get far enough. Valkyrie?"
Valkyrie held her hands out to Sanguine.
He glared at her, then put his straight razor on the slab and muttered. He undid the shackles and stepped back. Valkyrie joined Skulduggery as he stood and moved into the aisle, but not before she snatched up the straight razor.
"Hey!" Sanguine shouted.
"Be quiet," Vengeous snapped.
"She has my blade!"
"I said be quiet!"
Sanguine shut up. Valkyrie folded the blade
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into its handle and stuck it in her pocket. She moved backward, at Skulduggery's side, and the Infected moved with them.
"You're only delaying the inevitable," Vengeous said. "With this armor, I am the most powerful living being in this world."
"But are you
happy?"
Skulduggery mused, clicking the fingers of his free hand and summoning a flame. He cast the fireball behind them, at the ground near the doorway. The Infected hissed at the flames. Vengeous still hadn't moved any nearer to the satchel of explosives.
"I will take you apart, abomination."
"So at least I have that to look forward to," Skulduggery said. "You won't want to make any sudden moves until we reach the road-- I'll know if you crazy kids disturb the air around the nice bag of explosives."
"Blow it up," Valkyrie murmured out of the corner of her mouth.
"Can't do that," Skulduggery replied in a whisper. He moved his hand and the flames parted in the doorway and they backed through them, out into the night air.
"Why not?"
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"Not a bomb," he replied softly. "It's a bag with a collapsible jack, for changing tires."
"What about the remote?"
"It opens my garage door. Don't tell them, but it doesn't even have any batteries in it."
He waved his hand and the flames came together again to block off the exit. They kept walking backward to the Bentley, keeping eye contact with the Infected through the flames, making sure no one cheated and rushed out too early.
"Do we have a plan?" she asked as they backed away from the church.
"We need to get the Grotesquery away from the bad guys," he said, "so we'll have to split up. I'm going to leave; you're going to hide under the van, wait until they load the Grotesquery in there, and then you're going to drive off, right out from under their noses."