Author's note: I only got 2 reviews for the last chapter, did you readers think it wasn't that good? Anywhere, here is the new chapter, hope it would be better then the last one, but I really need to know what you guys (and girls) think of the action sequence in chapter six because there is going to be more of them coming.

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Chapter 7: A Deal's a Deal

"So, I can conclude that somebody doesn't want me looking for you, or that Jared is still very mad at me because I put ice down the back of his shirt (1)" I told Satine. We were back at my house and was currently sitting on my bed, with her facing me.

I had just came out of the bathroom, where I had bathed and checked how many bruises I have (2), I wore long sleeve shirt and jeans to cover my cuts and bruises so she wouldn't then and be upset.

She just continued to stare at me, looking at me with a very…weird (3) expression on her face.

I waved my hand in front of her face to get her attention.

"Earth to Satine, earth to Satine. Hello, hello…" I didn't get to finish my sentence (4) because she did something totally unexpected.

She hugged me (5).

"Erm, can I ask why?" I stammered, I am glad that nobody could see me now (6).

"Because I am sorry?" she let go of me (7).

"About what?" I asked, puzzled.

"Everything" she said.

"Oh? Actually just a thanks would do, because I don't usually, erm, hug people, not that I don't like you, but, I..I just…(8)," I mumbled, "You get the point (9)." I said, absent-mindedly playing with a ring on my finger (10).

That attracted her attention.

"That's a nice ring (11). Can I see it?" she asked.

"Sure." I removed it and held it in front of her (12).

"It's beautiful. There is an inscription on it," I moved the ring closer so she could see the words, "'Advienne que pourra'. What does it mean?"

"It's French (13), it means…" I hesitated, and she looked at me, with one eyebrow raised, "okay, tell you what, when we get you back into your body, I'll tell you what it means. How about that?"

"Okay, but that might never happen." She said softly.

"Of course it will. Trust me. So it is a deal?" I asked her.

"Okay." She answered.

"Pinky swear (14)?" I said.

"What?" she asked, confused.

I took her little finger and interlocked it in mine.

"This is called a pinky swear." I explained to her.

"Oh, so a deal's a deal." She said.

"A deal's a deal" I agreed.

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"But how are you going to find out about me? You can't go back there, you would be killed. Who knows, that guy could already be dead." Satine said.

It was night, I had spent the evening taking care of my pets (15) while she watched on, she seemed to like them, especially Midnight, my German Shepherd.

"But I found something on one of the quads." I said, holding a cellphone.

"What are we going to do with it?" she asked.

"We go through his contacts, and see who he knows (16)." I told her.

"So, first, 'Master'," I read out "that was easy."

"Try calling that number." She said, unable to contain her excitement.

"Okay."

I dialed the number, after three rings somebody picked the phone.

"Saylus Daruice." a voice answered (17).

I didn't answer. The person hung up.

"Well," I told Satine, "looks like we have a new lead."

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(1) Jared was the class biggest and meanest kid. He looked a boxer, I mean the dog, not the person.

(2) Other than a big bruise on my arm from when I fell from my bike and another bruise on my back from when I slammed into the quad, there are just a few minor cuts. Considering what I had been through, I am very lucky, at least I am in one piece.

(3) To be honest her expression was scaring me, she looked like she about to cry, or throw up, or both.

(4) I don't seem to get to finish my sentences nowadays, I got cut off today twice, first by quad bikes, second by her, I think I enjoyed the latter way more.

(5) I have only be hugged by two women, other than my mother, in my short life. Once, my aunt Muriel hugged me when she was drunk let almost vomited all over me. The other time my cousin hugged me and tried to kiss me, I ended out knocking her into the pool. So my experiences with hugging haven't been so good.

(6) That person would probably remember for the rest of his, or her, life and laugh everytime he, or her, thought about me. I looked like such an idiot at that second, because whoever saw me won't see Satine and I would look like I was frozen.

(7) I am so grateful for that because she is very, very strong, freakishly strong, in fact, she was starting to hurt my back because her hand were right on the bruise.

(8) I stammer when I am nervous, and I often lose track of what I am talking about, so the things I say don't really make sense.

(9) I wasn't sure if she got the ides of what I was talking about, even I wasn't exactly sure what I was talking about.

(10) In addition to not being able to think, stammering and mumbling when I get nervous, I also fiddle with my ring, so I don't look my best when I am nervous.

(11) It was a gift I bought for myself when I was twelve, it's made of platinum and had two black- colored samurai swords down the side of it, and a phrase, which Satine had spotted, carved on the inside.

(12) Everything passes right through her, except me. I found out after an unfortunate accident involving one of my shirts, her and a lighter, I won't go into the details, but I have since thrown away the shirt and would not used a lighter for a long time.

(13) French is one of the languages I speak, other than English, Italian, German and Chinese, but I can curse in almost any language, try me.

(14) It's something I learnt when I was 8. I also learnt the spit swear, but I don't think she would go along with that one.

(15) I have two horses, two cats and three dogs and a cage of rats. I don't think she liked the rats very much, she screamed, her eyes bugled, her mouth hung open and she didn't move for the next three minutes. In short, she was doing a very good imitation of me when I am nervous.

(16) That what they do in detective novels all the time, but I could just turn to the last page and find out what happened.

(17) The voice sounded cold metallic, with no accent whatsoever, it sound fake, robotic, even a little scary.