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Bryga sat in the park watching the couples walking arm-in-arm and thought about Erskine. About how they should have been among all those couples. Someone came and sat beside her. “He’ll be back soon enough you know. The Dead Men are good. Even better since your father joined twenty-three years ago,” China said.
“Are you seriously commending my father? You are enemies.”
“That does not mean I cannot acknowledge that your father is good at what he does. Mind you, you have not seen his anger. Terrifying to say the least, I’d even go as far as to say he is more terrifying than Mevolent, and that is saying something.” A couple walked passed them not noticing their presence. Bryga looked at the cloaking sphere beside her, there was only a few minutes left before it ran out.
“You better make this quick, I need to leave soon,” Bryga said, looking at China at last. It still haunted her how beautiful her aunt was. The pale blue eyes, the raven black hair, those delicate features that she feared might shatter if she smiled a bit too much. She averted her eyes, it was hard to make eye contact with China and maintain it.
“I need you to tell me where your family’s house is-”
“You know where it is.”
“Not that one, Bryga. I mean the other house, the safe house. I also need a list of all the protection sigils surrounding it and where they are.” She said, a small smile on her lips, it was unbelievably beautiful. It would be enough to make anyone’s heart melt, including Bryga’s.
“When do you need them for?” Bryga asked.
“As soon as possible, preferably,” she said.
Bryga nodded. Standing up she went to leave. “Don’t you want the cloaking sphere, dear?” China called after her.
“Keep it. I have three more at home.” She called back and left.
When she arrived back at her house, it wasn’t surprising that her mother wasn’t there. She was probably away out with her other man. Bryga really hated her mother for cheating on her father. She really just hated her mother. She just wasn’t a nice person and people said that China Sorrows was bad. Well, they really didn’t know her all that well then. Which wasn’t entirely surprising, she could be in one of Shakespeare’s plays- if they allowed women to act, that is- she was that good. She made her way to her father’s study. In there was a large desk in front of a large fireplace. Above the mantel piece there was a large painting, with Skulduggery holding Bryga as a baby and her mother. Bryga hated the painting. It was portraying a lie, that they were a happy, normal, functional family. They were anything put.
She walked over to the desk and started searching the drawers. A plan out of the hiding house had to be there somewhere. Nothing. Next she searched the bookcases that lined the left wall of the study. On the bottom shelves were scrolls of paper. She searched through them and found the plan of the house grounds; it was incredibly detailed and showed exactly where all the protection sigils were. She rolled up the scroll and left the study. In her room she grabbed a piece of parchment and quickly scribbled a note and attached it to the scroll. Then, she opened the window and set it out on the windowsill and closed the window again. She turned to leave her bedroom and when she glanced back, the map and parchment were gone. How that was done still baffled her, even after six years of passing messages that way.
China glanced at the note quickly before unrolling the scroll and laying it on the table, placing a weight on each corner. She looked over the map of the hide out house and smiled. All the sigils were easy to take down, a few minutes at most on each one and they would be down. She smiled. Finally, she was going to get revenge on her sister for what she had done all those years ago to her.
The door opened and Murder Rose walked in, her long dark hair clipped back off her face, her lips rosy. She was pretty enough, but she also had a demented look in her eye. “So, do you have it? Do you have the map of the house grounds?”
“It’s right here. It is very detailed, which is most helpful.” China said, not looking up from the map, circling all the places where the sigils were marked on it with a pencil. Rose walked over and looked at it; a giggle escaped her lips as she did.
“Oh China, this is fantastic. Only a couple of weeks left and the great Skulduggery Pleasant shall be dead!” Rose said as she erupted into a crazy laughter. China said nothing at this, just smiled slightly. It wasn’t a happy smile either, just a smile, nothing else.
Rose went on for a while, not once being interrupted by China. She talked about many things, how it was only a matter of time before Meritorious and his men would fall at the hand of Mevolent, how the Diablerie were going to be by his side when that happened. After a while, China stopped listening. She focused on the sigils, how to deactivate them. She thought about the plan, Rose was to take Bryga and she was to take down her sister. She wasn’t going to lie, the thought of Rose being there was worrying, and Rose would possibly get ahead of herself and just kill Bryga. Nefarian would be the one to kill Skulduggery. All the Diablerie wanted to be there to witness his death. China, on the other hand, didn’t. She didn’t care to see his death; it wasn’t an entirely pleasing thought. All she wanted was for him to feel the pain and hurt she had once endured, that was it.
It was late before Rose finally left. The final details were finally falling into place. It was only a few more weeks.
She walked over to the corner of the room where there was something hidden under a large cloth. She pulled on the cloth and it fell to the ground to reveal a mirror. She looked into it and the glass was begun to ripple. Then, an older China stood before her wearing a tight, black pencil skirt and a cream silken blouse. Her raven black hair was tied up. Her nails were manicured and her make-up was simple. The pale blue eyes were as intense as ever.
“Why won’t you tell me what happens?” She asked her older self in the mirror.
“Why should I when you find out what happens anyway?” Her older self in the mirror asked, a smile playing on her lips. “All you need to know is that you need to save Bryga.”
“Why should I save her? She has already accepted her death.”
“You must save her, because she isn’t meant to die.”
“Okay, I save Bryga, how?”
“When she is in the holding cells, you switch her- for a reflection,” her older self said. “Then Nefarian will play his part and while everyone is distracted, you get her out and bring her here, to the mirror.”
“Umm… Alright,” China said, hide the fact she was baffled.
“There is no point hiding the fact you are baffled. I am you, remember? I was in that exact same position 350 odd years ago, I have lived through all this,” said the older China.
“Right, so what will happen when I bring her here?”
“She’ll perform a disappearing act,” older China said with a wink. The glass began to ripple and the older China disappeared. Leaving China on her own, she sighed. It was late and she was tired.
This is actually the first story I have written on my new laptop that I got. I have Microsoft word again!! I kno that may seem strange but, for MONTHS I had no Microsoft word. I was writing everything up on my iPod. Seriously.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, please leave feedback in the comments below. Even you randomers out there that never comment. I know you are there. Stop hiding!! Please.