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Chapter 6: The Dream

Suze POV

Right or left door, which one should I to choose? They were both so beautiful; one was made of ivory and the other gold, both endowed with symbols and random pictures. In reality, no word could describe the invaluable beauty.

Choose with your heart. One is bound to lead back to Jesse. The little voice in the back of my head said.

But the question was where was Jesse? Even more, where am I? Here it looks so much like the Shadow Land… but it wasn't. I mean, there was the fog that danced around my feet and the starless sky above but no rows of doors, just these two. And any memory I had of the past day or so was just another misty fog.

Nothing can help me now, only thing I could do now was choose and pray for the best.

Just pick a door, any place is better than here. And the voice was right… any place was better than here, it gave me even worse feelings than the Shadowland.

Think, Suze, think. Deep breath…

Ivory.

I pushed the ancient door with all my might, exerting all of the little energy I possessed. The door creaked open, revealing a gleaming white light on the other side.

Taking another deep breath, I braced myself for the worst. Technically, I wasn't suppose to open and enter any door if I didn't want to die, but there weren't any gladiators here to tell me that, and two, I probably shouldn't have gone into the light like the old woman wanted Carol-Anne to do in Poltergeist.

But I did. Despite what instinct told me, I did, for each step I got closer, I could hear Jesse…

I landed on my butt in a room full of sand. The sand rose, forcing me to cough the particles that entered my lungs. The room seemed so familiar, but I couldn't place my finger on where or when I saw it before. The walls looked to be made of some sort of yellowish stone and faded drawing covered every square inch of the place. Movement stirred from nearby.

"Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, what am I going to do with you? Seth and I tried to be reasonable but you wouldn't talk…you brought this upon yourself, you know". Suddenly, a secret door slid opened, and a vague figure threw in a tattered and torn man into the sand floor. The man coughed up blood and sand, and his black hair fell into his eyes. I soon recognized the man to be none other than my love, Jesse.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Slater," Jesse stuttered. Rewind and stop. Did he just say, "Slater"? He was suppose to be in Florida with Kelly (as if she needed more sun frying her brain)!

"I know you don't know, but Horus does," Paul continued mockingly. He strutted over to Jesse and knelt down beside him.

"What does Horus have to do with anything?" Jesse spat back. Paul stood back up and smiled at Jesse's lack of knowledge.

"I wouldn't be worrying about Horus… for now…I'm pretty sure you would want to be worrying about your precious Querida," Jesse tried to stand up, but the extent of his unknown injuries got the better of him.

"Also, there's a certain Father that will be in danger… sooner or later." Paul laughed wickedly.

"What are you talking about?" Jesse whispered in a harsh tone. Paul, clearly affronted by the lack of fear from Jesse, kicked him in the ribs to show who was the superior one in this twisted relationship.

"Never mind that," Paul said urgently, "Well, have a pleasant stay!" he chirped, while giving the final blow to Jesse in the stomach.

I desperately wanted to go to Jesse; to comfort him like he always has done for me so many times. But I couldn't. I was prettified by fear, the very fear Paul wanted from Jesse.

Jesse Pov Strange Room

After Slater left the room, I finally allowed myself to cry and release the fear that Seth wished to incur. Though the fear wasn't for my life but for Susannah's. I know she would stop at nothing to get me back, even if it cost her her life. And that was what I worried about most.

I know I would never be in mí Querida's arms again because I would be here, forever, being tortured to no end without the aid of any instruments. Odd words combined with their evilness did all the work for them.

How could I have been so reckless in putting her life in danger? What could I do to get out of here?

As if to respond to my cries, my body gathered the last of the dwindling strength to pull itself up against a wall. My arms pulled my aching body to a line of ­­hieroglyphic writing. My lips moved on its own, pronouncing words it has never spoken before. Then I slept.