'What?!' I gasped.
CeeCee and Adam had those weird looks on their faces again, the way they looked whenever something to do with mediation was happening, and I wasn't acting normally. And I sure as hell wasn't now, according to them.
CeeCee repeated herself. 'There's only the guy,' she said slowly. 'No girl.' That was when she made the connection. 'Suze! Is this another one of those-'
I coughed, glaring at her. She looked around, remembered that Adam was there, and shut her mouth.
'What?' asked Adam, sounding hurt, 'What did I do?'
'Nothing,' I said, frowning. It was finally making a bit of sense. Bessie had been dead when that photo was taken. She had been a ghost, and was sitting there in the photo. And I could see her because I was a mediator, and seeing as she had been present at that time when the photo was taken, I could still see her even if she was invisible to everyone else. Pretty cool. I never knew about this. Then again, it had probably happened heaps of times, and I'd just taken the ghosts to be alive.
'Uh, guys, can you go? I need to do something important,' I said hastily.
'But we just got-'
'Come on, Adam,' snapped CeeCee, dragging him from me, 'You heard the woman.'
'But-'
'Adam,' warned CeeCee in a tone that made Adam grin and shrug and go, 'Okay, okay.'
'Oh, and Suze, I got this for you, too.' She plopped a stack of papers on my desk. From what I saw, it was in minuscule writing, and was about Egypt. I gulped.
She lead Adam out. I wondered why they had come here in the first place. I mean, to drop off papers? Yeah, right . . .
I sighed and lay back on my bed, staring at the photograph. It's weird, how you can get so bored from some photographs, but from others, they keep you fascinated, as you look at them from every aspect possible. This photo kept snagging at my memory, as my eyes focused on that boy, smiling, frozen in time. His hair was light, his eyes pale, his face terribly familiar . . .
He must have been a mediator. It looked as though he was aware of Bessie's presence.
Very aware.
And what male mediator wouldn't be? She was a hot chic, it had to be admitted.
Purr.
Spike leapt up onto my tummy. He was being really weird tonight, being nice and all. I frowned, and scratched him behind the ears.
He purred in annoyance, and seemed to be indicating that he was itchy under his collar. I rolled my eyes and scratched the supposed spot-
-Huh? I felt around beneath his collar. It seemed to have these raised bumps on it. I took off the collar quickly, and turned it inside out.
And beneath the loose cat fur, I saw it . . .
Hieroglyphics.
So what if I didn't make the connection then?
Instantly, though, I seized the wad of Egypt related papers that CeeCee had delivered, and skimmed about thirteen pages in until I came across three pages of Egyptian hieroglyphic translations. Then I referred back to the collar. Spike, I failed to notice then, was watching me rather intently.
After about half an hour of decoding, scanning the paper multiple times to check I'd matched up the symbols correctly, endless scribbling and scrubbing out, I finally gasped in triumph, holding a pretty sad translation in front of me. I read it out for the first time, not thinking about what I was saying, really.
' "Incarcerated by Bastet, cursed by my kind Free me, shifter, aid me to find The ones who made me this way." '
I stared in disgust. That was seriously bad poetry, you know. No creativity, no point. I mean-
'Ah, crap!' I swore, as Spike's collar burst into flames, singing my hands, so that they instantly turned a nasty red colour. I sucked in harsh breath, and rushed rapidly to my bathroom, shoving my burnt fingers under a blast of icy water. Oh, that hurt.
Then, I looked at my fingers, and saw that they were perfectly all right. Huh? Just a second, they had been red and blistered.
'But they aren't now.'
What? Who was that? I whipped around suspiciously, my eyes darting around all over the place. But there was no one there.
'Obviously not,' answered that same voice. It sounded oddly familiar . . .
Shrugging, I - what? So I shrugged it off? I couldn't see any ghosts that needed mediation, so I didn't care, did I? - went to the door of the bathroom, still staring curiously at my hands. They felt fine. I mean, for a moment, I thought that I'd had another outbreak of poison oak, but no, they had been burnt, hadn't they? I walked into my room, and collapsed on my bed.
'I really need a holiday,' I groaned, pushing my hand over my eyes really hard.
Geez, something stank. I bet that Dopey had been using my loo again! I'm going to kill him! No . . . I'd been in there just a second ago, and there was no overwhelming pong, was there?
No, there wasn't.
That was when something brushed against my foot.
'Hey, Jesse, is that you?' I asked, not bothering to open my eyes. If I sprayed him with some deodorant, would he get pissed at me because he smelt like lavender? But . . . since when did ghosts have BO this bad?
'Jesus, Jesse, have you been hanging around a rubbish dump all day, or-'
But, as I'm sure you can imagine, I was cut short by the fact that I wasn't talking to Jesse. In fact, I wasn't even talking to a ghost . . .
Oh, no. Just this rotting, decaying mummified corpse, that's all.
My heart clenching in utmost shock. I screamed. So sue me? I mean, it's not every day you see a MUMMY for crying out loud. I was just waiting for Brendan Frazer to come running in with a machine gun about now, but he was a no show. This was WAY too "The Mummy." Yeah, I freaked out. I grabbed the first thing I could grab, that being my bedside lamp. I hurled it at this disgusting, putrid bag of bandages, and it hit him right in the ribcage, shattering already eroded bones. The mummy glared at me. Well, I think he did, anyway, if the way he stopped and jerked his head at my intensely was any indication.
'Stop,' said that voice in my head again.
I froze. I mean, I could only assume that it was coming from this decomposing dude.
I carefully put down what I had been about to fling at him; a book that Jesse had been reading called "Astronomy for the Apt," and looked at him with a freaked out expression.
'What the hell is wrong with you?' I hissed at it. Jesus, it stank.
'I had no choice but to come in this form,' it said in my head. 'This is how I was when I was mummified.'
'Charming,' I said, wrinkling my nose against its stench. 'But, who are you?'
Ha, you'd think that I would know by now, hey?
'I'm Ramsis,' he said, taking a step closer to me.
'Whoa, back of buddy,' I sad, holding up my hands angrily. 'You seriously need a shower. Unless the water will kind of, kill you, that is.'
'I can't die,' he said.
'Uh huh? Sure, dude. We all like to think we are invincible sometimes-'
'No, I cannot die!' His voice was getting a little angry now. It's no picnic, being in the smelly presence of a mummy, let me tell you.
'Right. Hey, hang on. That would mean you're not a ghost!' I said in shock. So, that would also mean, that if anyone walked in right now, they would see a MUMMY!
That would be interesting.
'Well, how are you here, then?' I asked in freaked out wonder.
'Well,' he explained in my head, taking another step forward, 'Just because I my body was mummified, it didn't die. I didn't feel any pain, as I was actually transported to the body of that wretched cat. This thing you refer to as, Spike, he was transported into my body. I was mummified because of a crime I committed.'
'And what was-' I stopped dead. I suddenly realized what he was talking about! He was Ramsis, the shifter that tortured the Egyptian four, and didn't mediate them! And another thing, he spoke of being transported to another body. Wasn't that what Paul had been saying in his lesson today? I mean, yeah, before he went all psycho, that is. Physical Substitution, and neither can die? Yeah! Oh, I'm so smart, eh?
But still . . . He was Ramsis! An evil ancestor of Paul Slater!
I backed away.
'Why'd you come to me?' I asked in disgust, 'Why not your little great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great nephew, fifty thousand times removed?' A.k.a. Paul Slater.
He stared at me. Well, again, I think he did, crossing his shattered bones in front of a stinking, bandage clad chest. 'Well, you are the one who freed me.'
Hey! Rewind and - and FREEZE! (A/N: I know, totally Princess Diaries ^_^) I freed him?! You mean, it was MY fault that he was here?
Okay, I was getting past freaked out now. I was scared.
'Well, what do you want?' I asked, with a definite quaver in my voice that I struggled not to show.
'I obviously cannot walk around in this state,' he said, via thought speech. I guess he can do the Telepathy thing that Paul was going on about, seeing as he was also a shifter. He took another step closer to me. 'So I guess you'll have to do.'
'Like shit!' I said rebelliously, and aimed a kick at his ribcage, that was already a bit broken from the lamp, but yeah. Anyhow, he moved quick for a bandaged guy. He seized my arm - yes, can you believe it? He TOUCHED ME! Ewww! - and that was when I felt myself go cold all over . . .
I had been possessed.
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A/N: I know, that was a really gay chapter, but you'll live until I can get another better one. Hang in there, and KEEP THE REVIEWS COMING!!! Also, for the reference, Latin translations:
Felinus: Cat Secretus: Secret Possidere; Possess
CeeCee and Adam had those weird looks on their faces again, the way they looked whenever something to do with mediation was happening, and I wasn't acting normally. And I sure as hell wasn't now, according to them.
CeeCee repeated herself. 'There's only the guy,' she said slowly. 'No girl.' That was when she made the connection. 'Suze! Is this another one of those-'
I coughed, glaring at her. She looked around, remembered that Adam was there, and shut her mouth.
'What?' asked Adam, sounding hurt, 'What did I do?'
'Nothing,' I said, frowning. It was finally making a bit of sense. Bessie had been dead when that photo was taken. She had been a ghost, and was sitting there in the photo. And I could see her because I was a mediator, and seeing as she had been present at that time when the photo was taken, I could still see her even if she was invisible to everyone else. Pretty cool. I never knew about this. Then again, it had probably happened heaps of times, and I'd just taken the ghosts to be alive.
'Uh, guys, can you go? I need to do something important,' I said hastily.
'But we just got-'
'Come on, Adam,' snapped CeeCee, dragging him from me, 'You heard the woman.'
'But-'
'Adam,' warned CeeCee in a tone that made Adam grin and shrug and go, 'Okay, okay.'
'Oh, and Suze, I got this for you, too.' She plopped a stack of papers on my desk. From what I saw, it was in minuscule writing, and was about Egypt. I gulped.
She lead Adam out. I wondered why they had come here in the first place. I mean, to drop off papers? Yeah, right . . .
I sighed and lay back on my bed, staring at the photograph. It's weird, how you can get so bored from some photographs, but from others, they keep you fascinated, as you look at them from every aspect possible. This photo kept snagging at my memory, as my eyes focused on that boy, smiling, frozen in time. His hair was light, his eyes pale, his face terribly familiar . . .
He must have been a mediator. It looked as though he was aware of Bessie's presence.
Very aware.
And what male mediator wouldn't be? She was a hot chic, it had to be admitted.
Purr.
Spike leapt up onto my tummy. He was being really weird tonight, being nice and all. I frowned, and scratched him behind the ears.
He purred in annoyance, and seemed to be indicating that he was itchy under his collar. I rolled my eyes and scratched the supposed spot-
-Huh? I felt around beneath his collar. It seemed to have these raised bumps on it. I took off the collar quickly, and turned it inside out.
And beneath the loose cat fur, I saw it . . .
Hieroglyphics.
So what if I didn't make the connection then?
Instantly, though, I seized the wad of Egypt related papers that CeeCee had delivered, and skimmed about thirteen pages in until I came across three pages of Egyptian hieroglyphic translations. Then I referred back to the collar. Spike, I failed to notice then, was watching me rather intently.
After about half an hour of decoding, scanning the paper multiple times to check I'd matched up the symbols correctly, endless scribbling and scrubbing out, I finally gasped in triumph, holding a pretty sad translation in front of me. I read it out for the first time, not thinking about what I was saying, really.
' "Incarcerated by Bastet, cursed by my kind Free me, shifter, aid me to find The ones who made me this way." '
I stared in disgust. That was seriously bad poetry, you know. No creativity, no point. I mean-
'Ah, crap!' I swore, as Spike's collar burst into flames, singing my hands, so that they instantly turned a nasty red colour. I sucked in harsh breath, and rushed rapidly to my bathroom, shoving my burnt fingers under a blast of icy water. Oh, that hurt.
Then, I looked at my fingers, and saw that they were perfectly all right. Huh? Just a second, they had been red and blistered.
'But they aren't now.'
What? Who was that? I whipped around suspiciously, my eyes darting around all over the place. But there was no one there.
'Obviously not,' answered that same voice. It sounded oddly familiar . . .
Shrugging, I - what? So I shrugged it off? I couldn't see any ghosts that needed mediation, so I didn't care, did I? - went to the door of the bathroom, still staring curiously at my hands. They felt fine. I mean, for a moment, I thought that I'd had another outbreak of poison oak, but no, they had been burnt, hadn't they? I walked into my room, and collapsed on my bed.
'I really need a holiday,' I groaned, pushing my hand over my eyes really hard.
Geez, something stank. I bet that Dopey had been using my loo again! I'm going to kill him! No . . . I'd been in there just a second ago, and there was no overwhelming pong, was there?
No, there wasn't.
That was when something brushed against my foot.
'Hey, Jesse, is that you?' I asked, not bothering to open my eyes. If I sprayed him with some deodorant, would he get pissed at me because he smelt like lavender? But . . . since when did ghosts have BO this bad?
'Jesus, Jesse, have you been hanging around a rubbish dump all day, or-'
But, as I'm sure you can imagine, I was cut short by the fact that I wasn't talking to Jesse. In fact, I wasn't even talking to a ghost . . .
Oh, no. Just this rotting, decaying mummified corpse, that's all.
My heart clenching in utmost shock. I screamed. So sue me? I mean, it's not every day you see a MUMMY for crying out loud. I was just waiting for Brendan Frazer to come running in with a machine gun about now, but he was a no show. This was WAY too "The Mummy." Yeah, I freaked out. I grabbed the first thing I could grab, that being my bedside lamp. I hurled it at this disgusting, putrid bag of bandages, and it hit him right in the ribcage, shattering already eroded bones. The mummy glared at me. Well, I think he did, anyway, if the way he stopped and jerked his head at my intensely was any indication.
'Stop,' said that voice in my head again.
I froze. I mean, I could only assume that it was coming from this decomposing dude.
I carefully put down what I had been about to fling at him; a book that Jesse had been reading called "Astronomy for the Apt," and looked at him with a freaked out expression.
'What the hell is wrong with you?' I hissed at it. Jesus, it stank.
'I had no choice but to come in this form,' it said in my head. 'This is how I was when I was mummified.'
'Charming,' I said, wrinkling my nose against its stench. 'But, who are you?'
Ha, you'd think that I would know by now, hey?
'I'm Ramsis,' he said, taking a step closer to me.
'Whoa, back of buddy,' I sad, holding up my hands angrily. 'You seriously need a shower. Unless the water will kind of, kill you, that is.'
'I can't die,' he said.
'Uh huh? Sure, dude. We all like to think we are invincible sometimes-'
'No, I cannot die!' His voice was getting a little angry now. It's no picnic, being in the smelly presence of a mummy, let me tell you.
'Right. Hey, hang on. That would mean you're not a ghost!' I said in shock. So, that would also mean, that if anyone walked in right now, they would see a MUMMY!
That would be interesting.
'Well, how are you here, then?' I asked in freaked out wonder.
'Well,' he explained in my head, taking another step forward, 'Just because I my body was mummified, it didn't die. I didn't feel any pain, as I was actually transported to the body of that wretched cat. This thing you refer to as, Spike, he was transported into my body. I was mummified because of a crime I committed.'
'And what was-' I stopped dead. I suddenly realized what he was talking about! He was Ramsis, the shifter that tortured the Egyptian four, and didn't mediate them! And another thing, he spoke of being transported to another body. Wasn't that what Paul had been saying in his lesson today? I mean, yeah, before he went all psycho, that is. Physical Substitution, and neither can die? Yeah! Oh, I'm so smart, eh?
But still . . . He was Ramsis! An evil ancestor of Paul Slater!
I backed away.
'Why'd you come to me?' I asked in disgust, 'Why not your little great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great nephew, fifty thousand times removed?' A.k.a. Paul Slater.
He stared at me. Well, again, I think he did, crossing his shattered bones in front of a stinking, bandage clad chest. 'Well, you are the one who freed me.'
Hey! Rewind and - and FREEZE! (A/N: I know, totally Princess Diaries ^_^) I freed him?! You mean, it was MY fault that he was here?
Okay, I was getting past freaked out now. I was scared.
'Well, what do you want?' I asked, with a definite quaver in my voice that I struggled not to show.
'I obviously cannot walk around in this state,' he said, via thought speech. I guess he can do the Telepathy thing that Paul was going on about, seeing as he was also a shifter. He took another step closer to me. 'So I guess you'll have to do.'
'Like shit!' I said rebelliously, and aimed a kick at his ribcage, that was already a bit broken from the lamp, but yeah. Anyhow, he moved quick for a bandaged guy. He seized my arm - yes, can you believe it? He TOUCHED ME! Ewww! - and that was when I felt myself go cold all over . . .
I had been possessed.
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A/N: I know, that was a really gay chapter, but you'll live until I can get another better one. Hang in there, and KEEP THE REVIEWS COMING!!! Also, for the reference, Latin translations:
Felinus: Cat Secretus: Secret Possidere; Possess