Guys? I'm a little disappointed in this chapter, okay? Don't flame me, I
know it's short and I know it sucks. I'll come up with a BETTER one really
quick, I'm sorry for not replying, I've been busy with "Get out, Jesse, and
never come back." I think it's great doing two stories at once, because
when I get bored with one, I can go to the other, and when I get back to
the boring one, I'm fresh with new ideas! But . . . I think this chapter
was a dead end. Am I wrong? Tell me in a review what you think!
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It was the most horrible feeling that I've ever experienced. It was like a ridiculous amount of liquid had been injected into me through a needle, and was swimming around my body, sending all my muscles into horrible aches, and making my blood chill. But the worst thing was knowing that I had no control over myself, and knowing that I was just a spectator to myself. This dude could kill me, and I couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.
'Susannah?'
I wanted to turn around, and glare at Jesse. I mean, I was pretty worked up, but he'd snubbed me before, and NOBODY SNUBS SUZE SIMON!
Well, obviously Jesse does, as he proved he could do. Yeah, but of course, Ramsis wasn't at all interested in Jesse. No, he was ferreting around my room, which I found highly rude.
'Uh, Susannah, are you . . . are you okay?' Jesse wanted to know in a concerned voice.
"Why aren't you talking?" I asked Ramsis in my head.
"Well, I won't sound like you, will I?" he said angrily. Okay, right . . .
'Susannah? Susannah? Querida, are you-'
That was when Ramsis got pissed off. 'God, shut up!' he said, and turned around. Of course, it wasn't me talking.
I saw Jesse's face. There was a strange expression on them, as if he merely thought I had a sore throat and was looking for some cough lollies.
'Susannah . . . Your voice-'
'This isn't your Susannah, my friend. You're Susannah's going to be quiet for a while. And NO YOU DON'T!' Ramsis yelled, as Jesse tried to dematerialize, but my possessor lifted MY hand and shot a jet of red light at MY Jesse! In my head, I screamed, as Jesse went still.
Very still.
"What did you do to him?!" I screamed in my head, "What did you do?!"
He made me shrug. 'I stopped him. That is all. He isn't the one that I'm worried about, Susannah, is it? What a pretty name. Well, I was wondering if you knew a boy by the name of Paul-'
"Slater?" I asked.
'No, Slaski,' he said.
"Yeah, same difference. He changed his name. Why do you want to know?"
'Well, I need him to help me track down the four that are keeping me here. I trust you are familiar with exorcisms?'
"Duh, Freddie."
'No, you forget, I am Ramsis-'
"Yeah, I gotcha. Figure of speech. But I'm not taking you to Paul unless you free my Jesse."
'Who's your Jesse?' he asked, making me frown.
"The one you just froze, you numb nut!" I screeched in my head. He chuckled, a chuckle that I realized was coming from me.
'You don't have a choice,' he said, 'Not if you want your body to stay in one piece.'
"Oh, yeah?" I snapped in my mind. Then, something occurred to me. "How can you understand English?"
He was still looking around my room. 'I can do anything that you can do, except use your voice. I cannot explore your mind either, only hear what you're thinking.'
MAN, this was confusing!
"Jeez, man, what are you looking for?" I was getting, not only annoyed, but scared. Jesse was looking at me with frozen alarm, the shimmering light of his dematerialization also motionless. His eyes seemed to be calling me.
'I am looking for that letter you and your Jesse friend wrote to those four, that you didn't deliver,' he said quietly.
"Oh, that's in the d- Wait, why do you want that?" I asked, bewildered.
'Well, that's obviously what you call convincing, and I need to get them here somehow,' he answered simply. 'Now, where is it?'
Okay, this wasn't right. I'm possessed by an evil dude who has just frozen Jesse, he wants to find a letter to lure some ghosts here, is asking for Paul so he can exorcise said ghosts, and I still can't do a damned thing to stop him!
"And what makes you think that I'm going to help you with all of this?" I asked coldly in my head.
'Well, let's just say that your frozen friend will find me less than friendly if you don't cooperate with me,' he retorted.
Ouch. What a bad ass . . .
'And if that isn't enough,' he continued wickedly, 'You may find yourself in a less than healthy situation.'
"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded.
He chuckled, but again, used my hands to continue hunting around my room. 'So, are you going to tell me where this letter thing is?'
"Only if you let Jesse g-"
'No!' he shouted, and my head began to spin wildly. I mean, where's a Panadol when you need one, eh? Everything began to swim.
'No you don't,' said Ramsis suddenly, 'I need you conscious . . .'
"Free Jesse, or I'm going to sleep," I said dizzily.
That was when he got nasty. There was a moment of complete stillness, then a pain so terrifyingly intense swept through me. In my mind I was shrieking, and it seemed criminal that I couldn't share this pain with the world. No body could hear my cries of agony but stupid fuzz-butt Ramsis.
When it all stopped, I was panting in my mind.
"You . . . bastard . . ."
He chuckled again, and went to sit on my bed. 'Okay, so are we going to be cooperative now, Susannah?'
What could I do? I mean, this guy was MEAN.
Defeatedly, I said, "Yes . . ."
It was awful, the feeling that was inside of me. Like I'd just let something precious slip through my fingers. I felt so low.
I could feel my lips smiling. But I wasn't making them do it.
'Now, that's a good girl,' he said with amusement.
"Shut up," I said, "trying to drown in misery here, don't disturb me."
'No, no,' he said, 'you're going to help me. Tell me where Paul Slaski-'
"Slater."
'-Slater is.'
I told him, and with a shimmer, I was back in that room of imprisoning blueness. What a bastard this guy was. I mean, I couldn't materialize for the life of me, and here he is, doing it in my body! It's an outrage! I'll sue!
And then Paul, who was sitting on the bed, looked up and into my eyes. With a wide grin, he said, 'Well, well, well, come back for more, did you?'
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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It was the most horrible feeling that I've ever experienced. It was like a ridiculous amount of liquid had been injected into me through a needle, and was swimming around my body, sending all my muscles into horrible aches, and making my blood chill. But the worst thing was knowing that I had no control over myself, and knowing that I was just a spectator to myself. This dude could kill me, and I couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.
'Susannah?'
I wanted to turn around, and glare at Jesse. I mean, I was pretty worked up, but he'd snubbed me before, and NOBODY SNUBS SUZE SIMON!
Well, obviously Jesse does, as he proved he could do. Yeah, but of course, Ramsis wasn't at all interested in Jesse. No, he was ferreting around my room, which I found highly rude.
'Uh, Susannah, are you . . . are you okay?' Jesse wanted to know in a concerned voice.
"Why aren't you talking?" I asked Ramsis in my head.
"Well, I won't sound like you, will I?" he said angrily. Okay, right . . .
'Susannah? Susannah? Querida, are you-'
That was when Ramsis got pissed off. 'God, shut up!' he said, and turned around. Of course, it wasn't me talking.
I saw Jesse's face. There was a strange expression on them, as if he merely thought I had a sore throat and was looking for some cough lollies.
'Susannah . . . Your voice-'
'This isn't your Susannah, my friend. You're Susannah's going to be quiet for a while. And NO YOU DON'T!' Ramsis yelled, as Jesse tried to dematerialize, but my possessor lifted MY hand and shot a jet of red light at MY Jesse! In my head, I screamed, as Jesse went still.
Very still.
"What did you do to him?!" I screamed in my head, "What did you do?!"
He made me shrug. 'I stopped him. That is all. He isn't the one that I'm worried about, Susannah, is it? What a pretty name. Well, I was wondering if you knew a boy by the name of Paul-'
"Slater?" I asked.
'No, Slaski,' he said.
"Yeah, same difference. He changed his name. Why do you want to know?"
'Well, I need him to help me track down the four that are keeping me here. I trust you are familiar with exorcisms?'
"Duh, Freddie."
'No, you forget, I am Ramsis-'
"Yeah, I gotcha. Figure of speech. But I'm not taking you to Paul unless you free my Jesse."
'Who's your Jesse?' he asked, making me frown.
"The one you just froze, you numb nut!" I screeched in my head. He chuckled, a chuckle that I realized was coming from me.
'You don't have a choice,' he said, 'Not if you want your body to stay in one piece.'
"Oh, yeah?" I snapped in my mind. Then, something occurred to me. "How can you understand English?"
He was still looking around my room. 'I can do anything that you can do, except use your voice. I cannot explore your mind either, only hear what you're thinking.'
MAN, this was confusing!
"Jeez, man, what are you looking for?" I was getting, not only annoyed, but scared. Jesse was looking at me with frozen alarm, the shimmering light of his dematerialization also motionless. His eyes seemed to be calling me.
'I am looking for that letter you and your Jesse friend wrote to those four, that you didn't deliver,' he said quietly.
"Oh, that's in the d- Wait, why do you want that?" I asked, bewildered.
'Well, that's obviously what you call convincing, and I need to get them here somehow,' he answered simply. 'Now, where is it?'
Okay, this wasn't right. I'm possessed by an evil dude who has just frozen Jesse, he wants to find a letter to lure some ghosts here, is asking for Paul so he can exorcise said ghosts, and I still can't do a damned thing to stop him!
"And what makes you think that I'm going to help you with all of this?" I asked coldly in my head.
'Well, let's just say that your frozen friend will find me less than friendly if you don't cooperate with me,' he retorted.
Ouch. What a bad ass . . .
'And if that isn't enough,' he continued wickedly, 'You may find yourself in a less than healthy situation.'
"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded.
He chuckled, but again, used my hands to continue hunting around my room. 'So, are you going to tell me where this letter thing is?'
"Only if you let Jesse g-"
'No!' he shouted, and my head began to spin wildly. I mean, where's a Panadol when you need one, eh? Everything began to swim.
'No you don't,' said Ramsis suddenly, 'I need you conscious . . .'
"Free Jesse, or I'm going to sleep," I said dizzily.
That was when he got nasty. There was a moment of complete stillness, then a pain so terrifyingly intense swept through me. In my mind I was shrieking, and it seemed criminal that I couldn't share this pain with the world. No body could hear my cries of agony but stupid fuzz-butt Ramsis.
When it all stopped, I was panting in my mind.
"You . . . bastard . . ."
He chuckled again, and went to sit on my bed. 'Okay, so are we going to be cooperative now, Susannah?'
What could I do? I mean, this guy was MEAN.
Defeatedly, I said, "Yes . . ."
It was awful, the feeling that was inside of me. Like I'd just let something precious slip through my fingers. I felt so low.
I could feel my lips smiling. But I wasn't making them do it.
'Now, that's a good girl,' he said with amusement.
"Shut up," I said, "trying to drown in misery here, don't disturb me."
'No, no,' he said, 'you're going to help me. Tell me where Paul Slaski-'
"Slater."
'-Slater is.'
I told him, and with a shimmer, I was back in that room of imprisoning blueness. What a bastard this guy was. I mean, I couldn't materialize for the life of me, and here he is, doing it in my body! It's an outrage! I'll sue!
And then Paul, who was sitting on the bed, looked up and into my eyes. With a wide grin, he said, 'Well, well, well, come back for more, did you?'
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!