Skulduggery Pleasant: Books 4 - 6. Derek Landy

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       32 THINGS GET WORSE

      kulduggery took a long splinter of wood from the ruined table and impaled the last zombie’s head with it. He looked across the room at Valkyrie. Between them was a sea of body parts. Some of it moaned and some of it writhed, but most of it lay still and didn’t make much of a fuss.

      Miss Nuncio was dead. She had been holding four of them back and had slipped in the gore. The zombies had descended on her, biting off chunks as she struggled and screamed, cursing them in twenty different languages before falling silent. The only good thing about her death was that there wasn’t enough left of her to come back to life.

      Valkyrie was covered in blood. Her arms were so tired she couldn’t lift them, and her legs were so tired it was all she could do to stand without falling over.

      “I’m going to check on Anton,” Skulduggery said and left the room.

      Every chair or sofa or seat in the place was in pieces. There was nowhere to sit down. Dragging her heavy feet, Valkyrie crossed the common room, heading for the chair behind the reception desk. All she wanted in this world was a shower and a lie-down. That, she reasoned, wasn’t too much to ask.

      She got to the reception area and two more zombies barged in. Valkyrie dropped back and clicked her fingers, summoning a flame into her hand. She was about to call for help, but stopped when she saw who it was.

      Vaurien Scapegrace glared at her, and the middle-aged zombie beside him did his best to look annoyed.

      “My arch-enemy,” Scapegrace snarled.

      Valkyrie frowned. “Me?”

      “You may have killed my savage brethren,” he continued, “but you’re facing the Killer Supreme now, and I’m new and improved.”

      “Scapegrace, I’m really tired.”

      “I don’t feel pain,” Scapegrace said, ignoring her, “I don’t feel pity and I don’t feel…” He hesitated. “Bad. I won’t feel bad, I mean, about killing you, which is what’s going to happen very, very soon indeed.”

      “Do you want to, like, go away and rehearse that a little more?”

      “How dare you speak to the Killer Supreme in such a manner!” the middle-aged zombie screeched in a sudden and dramatic fury.

      “Listen to me,” she said to them, “you don’t want to be involved in this. Scapegrace, look at what they’ve done to you, for God’s sake. They’ve turned you into a monster.”

      “I’ve always been a monster,” Scapegrace told her, “but now, finally, my physical form reflects my inner darkness.”

      “You smell terrible.”

      “That’s the smell of evil.”

      “It’s like rancid meat and bad eggs.”

      “Evil,” Scapegrace insisted.

      “Where are they holding Tanith and the Professor?” she asked. “You have a chance to help us end this. Maybe we can help you – maybe there’s a cure for…being a zombie.”

      “We don’t need a cure,” the other zombie said.

      “That’s right,” Scapegrace nodded.

      “We’re happy the way we are.”

      “Happy with the power,” Scapegrace clarified.

      “Very happy, just the two of us, and there’s nothing wrong with us either. It’s very natural in fact. Nothing to be ashamed of—”

      “Thrasher,” said Scapegrace, “shut up.”

      “Okey-dokey.”

      “We are not going to betray our Master,” Scapegrace said. “I joined the Vengeance Brigade for one reason and one—”

      “I’m sorry?”

      “You’re sorry what?”

      “The Vengeance Brigade? That’s what you’re calling it?”

      “What’s wrong with that?”

      “It’s…Nothing. It’s grand. Sanguine called it the Revengers’ Club, that’s all.”

      “Club sounds stupid,” Scapegrace said defensively. “Brigade sounds better.”

      “Actually,” said Thrasher, “a brigade usually consists of two to five army regiments, so maybe it isn’t really that accurate.”

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