Chapter 2--- Whatever It Takes
Utano Amaya
I left the museum's library as fast as I could, much to Clive Clemmings alarm. I pulled my gloves and space suit off my clothes and didn't give much explanation, just "I gotta go" as I ran off with Dr. Clemmings shouting, "What is it Miss Simon? Have you discovered something? Is this a breakthrough?" all giddy like.
I ran outside as fast as I could before realizing that my stupid stepbrother, Sleepy (everyone else calls him Jake), wouldn't be picking me up for another hour. I couldn't wait. I had to get home...I had to get...
But what would I do when I got there?
I stopped panicking for the moment. My first thought had been "Find Jesse. Tell him. Tell him he can be brought back." What would I say to him? What is it wasn't true? What if it was all some big scam? And even if it wasn't, I couldn't bring him back. I didn't have the capability...at least, not yet. And I didn't know how to get it. What was it the book had said? "Each person's path to capacity is different". But it had said something else, too. It had said "Finding the path takes work, but it is found the same way for everyone"
I thought about this for a moment. At first it didn't make sense. How could it be the same and different for everyone? But then I thought about it again, and I realized I had been thinking about it wrong. They meant that each person gets their abilities in different ways, but everyone (at least every mediator) would do the same thing to figure out what they, as individuals, need to do.
But how? What did I do? What did I do to learn how to acquire the power to help Jesse?
The answer came with such sudden force into my mind that I almost jumped, as if the thought hadn't been mine at all, 'Whatever it takes.'
The conviction scared me. Would I really go as far to say that? That I would go to any lengths? No. That wasn't true, I wouldn't murder anyone, nothing like that. I decided that doing whatever it took was a bit too far. I needed advice. I needed to know what I would have to.
If any of this was real at all.
I didn't even know if it was true. I couldn't tell Jesse, I couldn't get his hopes up, not if it wasn't true. But how would I know if it was true? I would have to test it; I would have to give it the chance. I couldn't not try, because I kept thinking of Jesse. I've known Jesse for eight months and he has become one of my best friends. More than that to me, actually. I love him. He even kissed me once, though afterward he was incredibly embarrassed and didn't even come into my room for two days, and when he did he apologized for invading my personal boundaries and wouldn't look my in the eye without blushing. Let me tell you something, Jesse is very attractive when he blushes. In fact, Jesse is very attractive anytime, especially when you get a glimpse of his abdomen. There isn't a single person I can recall caring for more, or being more open with. But there's this little problem that you've probably figured out by now.
Jesse is dead. He was murdered by his ex-fiancée when he canceled the wedding. He was murdered in what is now my bedroom, which is why he has been haunting it for the past century and a half. I would do anything to help him, anything.
But how would I? The book had said it wouldn't go into any more detail on what to do to find your hidden power.
I knew how I could find out what to do.
I had to ask somebody.
Somebody who had already done it.
I had seen him use his power before.
I had seen them use them when he was working to have me killed and Jesse exorcised.
He knew how to use the power.
He could tell me.
But he wouldn't, not unless I gave something in return.
It could be costing me a great price to find him again.
Paul could help me, and then I could help Jesse.
What would I do to help Jesse?
"Whatever it takes."
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I know, some of you were hoping for a longer chapter, but I thought that was a nice little suspenseful place to stop, so I did. (BWAHAHAHA! I am the queen of evil cliffhangers!) Also, I have this curse that no matter how many times I check something, I won't notice a typo until it's published, and then you can't change the last chapter of a story or all your reviews disappear, and I like my reviews. They give me false self-assurance, so that I think I'm actually good at something. (Like that'll ever happen).
Utano Amaya
I left the museum's library as fast as I could, much to Clive Clemmings alarm. I pulled my gloves and space suit off my clothes and didn't give much explanation, just "I gotta go" as I ran off with Dr. Clemmings shouting, "What is it Miss Simon? Have you discovered something? Is this a breakthrough?" all giddy like.
I ran outside as fast as I could before realizing that my stupid stepbrother, Sleepy (everyone else calls him Jake), wouldn't be picking me up for another hour. I couldn't wait. I had to get home...I had to get...
But what would I do when I got there?
I stopped panicking for the moment. My first thought had been "Find Jesse. Tell him. Tell him he can be brought back." What would I say to him? What is it wasn't true? What if it was all some big scam? And even if it wasn't, I couldn't bring him back. I didn't have the capability...at least, not yet. And I didn't know how to get it. What was it the book had said? "Each person's path to capacity is different". But it had said something else, too. It had said "Finding the path takes work, but it is found the same way for everyone"
I thought about this for a moment. At first it didn't make sense. How could it be the same and different for everyone? But then I thought about it again, and I realized I had been thinking about it wrong. They meant that each person gets their abilities in different ways, but everyone (at least every mediator) would do the same thing to figure out what they, as individuals, need to do.
But how? What did I do? What did I do to learn how to acquire the power to help Jesse?
The answer came with such sudden force into my mind that I almost jumped, as if the thought hadn't been mine at all, 'Whatever it takes.'
The conviction scared me. Would I really go as far to say that? That I would go to any lengths? No. That wasn't true, I wouldn't murder anyone, nothing like that. I decided that doing whatever it took was a bit too far. I needed advice. I needed to know what I would have to.
If any of this was real at all.
I didn't even know if it was true. I couldn't tell Jesse, I couldn't get his hopes up, not if it wasn't true. But how would I know if it was true? I would have to test it; I would have to give it the chance. I couldn't not try, because I kept thinking of Jesse. I've known Jesse for eight months and he has become one of my best friends. More than that to me, actually. I love him. He even kissed me once, though afterward he was incredibly embarrassed and didn't even come into my room for two days, and when he did he apologized for invading my personal boundaries and wouldn't look my in the eye without blushing. Let me tell you something, Jesse is very attractive when he blushes. In fact, Jesse is very attractive anytime, especially when you get a glimpse of his abdomen. There isn't a single person I can recall caring for more, or being more open with. But there's this little problem that you've probably figured out by now.
Jesse is dead. He was murdered by his ex-fiancée when he canceled the wedding. He was murdered in what is now my bedroom, which is why he has been haunting it for the past century and a half. I would do anything to help him, anything.
But how would I? The book had said it wouldn't go into any more detail on what to do to find your hidden power.
I knew how I could find out what to do.
I had to ask somebody.
Somebody who had already done it.
I had seen him use his power before.
I had seen them use them when he was working to have me killed and Jesse exorcised.
He knew how to use the power.
He could tell me.
But he wouldn't, not unless I gave something in return.
It could be costing me a great price to find him again.
Paul could help me, and then I could help Jesse.
What would I do to help Jesse?
"Whatever it takes."
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I know, some of you were hoping for a longer chapter, but I thought that was a nice little suspenseful place to stop, so I did. (BWAHAHAHA! I am the queen of evil cliffhangers!) Also, I have this curse that no matter how many times I check something, I won't notice a typo until it's published, and then you can't change the last chapter of a story or all your reviews disappear, and I like my reviews. They give me false self-assurance, so that I think I'm actually good at something. (Like that'll ever happen).