Sorry this should have come before the bit that came before this bit. Hope this helps.

Groggily Jack opened his eyes, his head was throbbing and he was pretty sure that his left arm was broken. He remembered just how many times he'd felt like this on his mission to kill Pleasant and how he had found himself imprisoned for the same cause. Then suddenly it hit him, why had he spent his whole life trying to kill Pleasant? Yes, he had killed his parents in front of Jack but, Jack saw now, it was still weird that he had wasted his whole life trying to kill one man. And now it was too late to do anything else because he would probably be imprisoned for his whole life and security in Ireland was the tightest in the world. Before he could ponder his life mistakes any longer, three Cleavers walked in grabbed him and dragged him out to the court. It was packed full of people who in some way or another, hated Jack. He looked up at the Judge and saw him open his mouth to speak. And then an ear-piercing moan sounded from out side of the door!

The vampires burst into the courtroom and tore the two Cleavers, who had been guarding the door, to shreds. The crowd began to scream as the vampires plunged into the mass of people who had gathered to see Jack’s trial. The four Cleavers who’d been containing Jack charged at the vampires. Cautiously Jack stepped out of the pew he was standing in and stooped down to pick up one of the fallen Cleavers scythes. Striding forward Jack started to slice through anyone who was in his way, vampires and sorcerers alike. Slowly he sliced his way towards the door, until eventually he managed to get out of the body filled hall. Entering the corridor outside of the hall Jack saw a mimic of the scene in the court room He began to sprint though the blood filled Sanctuary; he turned a corner and then bumped into a vampire.

He wasn’t in his vampire form, but the sharp features on his face, his high cheekbones, and his slightly pointed, claw-like fingernails identified him as a vampire. The vampire smashed him in the face, knocking him to the ground, breaking his nose. The vampire bent down and inserted his fangs into Jacks neck, ripping a gash into his neck. “My name is Dusk; you will come to find me in three days,”

And then he was gone, Jack staggered to his feet and stumbled to the entrance to the Sanctuary, which was hanging on its hinges. He stumbled into the graffiti filled alley that was outside the Sanctuary and curled up behind a dustbin clutching his neck.

The epic battle of peanut hill

Commander Bamboo stood at the top of peanut hill and surveyed his surroundings. His commando Koalas had torn the rear end of the hedgehog battalion to pieces, but the hedgehog artillery was disturbingly accurate and had forced the Koalas to withdraw. Now the hedgehogs where slowly advancing, firing there poisoned spines as they came. He saw many brave Koalas die screaming in agony as the poison slowly rotted their bodies. To his horror he saw that the hedge hogs had breached the outer defences, he ordered some more men to the outer wall and said a silent prayer to the Koala god Brambo. 

In Prison once again

Jack awoke to find himself surrounded by Cleavers; their sickles strapped to their backs and a dagger in each hand. He looked up into their colourless eyes and knew that if he tried to escape they wouldn’t hesitate in killing him on the spot. As he sat up the Cleavers parted and the Skeleton Detective walked towards him. “Personally, I have no idea why I should even bother interviewing you, I know exactly why you where following me, so just nod if I get it right.”

“You where trying to capture Valkyrie so you could hold her hostage, yes?”

Jack nodded.

“When I came to retrieve her you where going to kill her and me at the same time, yes?”

Again Jack nodded.

“And you want to kill me because I shot your parents?”

This time instead of nodding Jack swung a punch that connected with Skulduggery’s skull. Instantly the Cleavers pounced on Jack battering him with the ends of their sickles. Twisting his neck the Detective stood up and said, “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

Alone in a big, big flat

Jack couldn’t believe his luck; he hadn’t even had to make a diversion. The girl and the detective had split up to look for the murderer who they were after and now the girl was on her own. As he followed after her he thought of how he could capture he, the obvious way would be to knock her out by sending her flying with the magic of air, but that had never been Jacks style, it was too delicate, too easy to get wrong. No what he would do is incapacitate her with a swift punch to the head, that ought to do the trick. Silently stalking her through the dank corridors of the flat he watched as she entered another room; this is my chance he thought, as he followed her in quietly closing the door behind him. As soon as he entered he knew it was a trap, the obvious give away was the fact that Skulduggery Pleasant, The Skeleton Detective, was standing directly in front of him,

“Ah Jack long time no see, how are you.”

“Not too bad, and I’ll feel a lot better when you’re lying dead at my feet!” said Jack.

“Yes, well I’d love to help you out, my old friend, but you see, me dying would be very inconvenient today because tomorrow I’ve a very important meeting with my friend Ghastly.”

“Well I’m sorry to be of inconvenience.” said Jack as he lunged at Skulduggery. And just as he wrapped his hands around he skeletons skull a metal pole connected with his head.

Fanfic

Cannibal Jack

Cannibal Jack strode through the busy main streets of London, his dirty, red hair, sticky with sweat. Looking over his shoulder Jack saw the middle aged man who’d been following him for three streets. Suddenly Jack turned into an empty backstreet and continued walking. The man following him also entered the alley about twenty seconds afterwards. As his pursuer turned another corner he saw Jack with his arms folded, tapping his foot. 

“Didn’t your mother tell you it’s not nice to spy on people?”  And with that Jack sprang at the man. He tried to summon some protective wards but it was too late, a long, curved, black blade shot out from each of Jacks wrists and he stabbed the man through the chest. As the man let out his dying breath, Jack tossed his lifeless corpse to one side and continued on his way.

Jack had been only six when he’d been introduced to the magic world, his mother and father; who where both sorcerers where killed by a man who went by the name of Skulduggery Pleasant, he had accused Jacks parents of supporting a man named Serpine and when his parents had tried to escape he shot them through the back. The bullet passed through both of there bodies killing them instantly. Then Pleasant took his coat and walked off. Jack had never forgotten that night; and had made it his ambition to find and kill Pleasant. Now aged twenty-four Jack had encountered Skulduggery Pleasant seven times, and every time jack had come so close to killing him. In the process of finding Pleasant, Jack had killed a total of eighty-nine magicians and was wanted in seventeen different countries. Recently Jack had discovered that Skulduggery had a sidekick named Valkyrie Cane, she was still learning magic and she was, it seemed, Pleasant only weakness. So now Jack was after her, he had found out where she lived but wards protected her house, so he couldn’t get her there. However Jack had another idea, and that was to separate them on one of there assignments, so that is what he set about doing.

A short piece that I whipped up

Alexander Song or Alex to his friends, rolled over in his bed as his alarm started ringing; wearily he sat up and switched the clock off. Even though he was only thirteen he rarely got more than six hours sleep. Painfully slowly he shuffled over to his cupboard and pulled out his clothes, a blue long sleeved shirt, a pair of blue trousers and a black jumper. Sleepily he looked around his room, there where clothes scattered everywhere but he didn’t really care. After all his room was used for one purpose only, sleeping in. As he walked down the stairs Alex thought about the days to come, he realised that they would be dangerous but with the money he would receive maybe he could get his father realest from prison. Alex lived one his own because when he was young his mother had been kidnapped and recently his father Daniel Song had been arrested while trying to find his mother. From what he had heard his arrest had involved twelve police vehicles, a double-barrelled shotgun and a lot of blood. As he made his way down the main hallway his bodyguard and closest friend Jack Shiver walked up to him, “Good morning Master Song did you sleep well?”

“Hmm, well if four and a half hours of sleep is counted as sleeping well then yes I did,”

“Nice to know you’re in a good mood today Master Song,”

“Ha, ha very funny Jack, next thing you know you’ll be squirting me with your plastic flower and doing cartwheels through the halls,”

“I do apologise Master Song, please forgive me.”

“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit Jack, the lowest form.” Said Alex bluntly as he walked off down the hallway.

As he entered the kitchen a breeze ruffled Alex’s sleek, black hair.