A/N: Muahahah! I'm **sorry** to say that while darkcherry's little argument was convincing, and xoxolx3 is on the right track, people have yet to guess my evil plan (rubs hands together and laughs in that evil way). And yes, genies9, you really HAVE had too much sugar…but I have had too much too so it's all good! So another chapter begins………and just so you all know this story is going to get a little graphic….mehehehe. Hey, just wondering………is this story getting sucky? I kinda think it is, but maybe it's just me. Please tell me!
~*The Undoing of the Mediator*~
Chapter 9: Landslide
It was dark as I materialized in Paul's rooms. Right away my eyes were drawn to the medallion on his wall. It was hanging by a thick leather cord on a nail on his wall. The only problem was that it was right above his bed. The bed he was sleeping in. I was mentally kicking myself for not thinking of that. His grey carpeted floor muffled the footsteps that only he could hear as I sidled closer to his bed. He looked just as malicious sleeping as he did when he was awake. His chest was rising and falling under heavy blankets.
The medallion had an unearthly glow to it from the moonlight pouring through Paul's windows. I noticed a motorboat floating next to a dock outside through the massive glass panes. Funny, that's what Susannah saw in her dream, that's what she was drawn to. It didn't seem all that important, just floating there so I disregarded it and focused my attention on getting that medallion.
Paul turned over in his sleep and I got ready to dematerialize at a moment's notice. When he didn't stir again, I quietly tried making the medallion come to me, but it wouldn't budge. I should have thought of this, I told myself, and made a chair float over to where I was standing. I set it down noiselessly and stepped onto the hard wood. The glow of the medallion lit up my hand as I reached for it over Paul's sleeping body. I held me breath—even though I technically don't breathe, as I slipped my hand around the leather cord. It slid down my arm and I pulled back quickly, careful not to lose my balance. I got off the chair, put it back to where it belonged, pulled the leather cord around my neck and dematerialized.
~*Suze*~
When I woke up the next morning, I found that the shiny thing in my dream wasn't bothering me as much anymore. That was strange….maybe it had something to do with talking to Jesse about it. That's what's so great about Jesse; you can talk to him about anything and feel better right away. Of course, he is dead, and at the moment, I can't see him, but he helped anyway.
I got to school late, but I was completely overwhelmed with happiness. Tonight's the night I get to see Jesse again! I could barely contain myself the entire day and in history CeeCee passed me a note. It said, "Simon, what's up with you? Yesterday you were all depressed or like freaking out about something, and today you're like about to jump out of you're pants. There's something you're not telling me, I know." I should have expected something like this. I mean, I did tell her my life story the other day, so she naturally would want to hear everything else that goes on in my life now. How stupid would it look if I was all, "well, for awhile there I couldn't see or hear my boyfriend, and I'm going to see him for the first time again tonight"? That would be completely lame. I just took my pencil and scribbled back, "Nothing, really. Brad was just being a jerk." When in doubt, blame Brad. I handed it to CeeCee, and even though I could tell she wasn't buying my excuse, she kept her mouth shut. Inwardly, I sighed with relief.
History ended a little late (there are no bells in our school, the teachers just let us out, but sometimes they forget), and when I got into the hallway, Paul grabbed my arm roughly. "Where is it?" he whispered harshly, glaring daggers at me. His fingers were digging into my skin. It hurt like hell.
"Let go of me!" I said loudly, grabbing his hand with my other one. He had led me into the janitor's closet, and no one could hear me. What the heck was this all about?
"I'll ask you again, where is it?" he said calmly, his eyes boring into me. Yeah, this guy freaks me out. And the arm? Not so cool.
"If you don't let go of me right now………"
Paul interrupted, "you'll do what? Scream? Too bad poor Jesse can't touch you, or he'd be here right………" he took a step closer to me, his grip tightening. "Now." At that he forced his lips on mine roughly, and grabbed my other hand as it went up to slap him. He released me and whispered, "Now where is it?"
"Paul," I said, burning with rage, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
He crossed his arms, "the medallion, Suze, where's the medallion?"
"What medallion?" I questioned, the poison in my voice inevitably noticeable.
"You know what I'm talking about, Suze. Don't play dumb with me." He was getting impatient, and it was starting to scare me a little.
"Look, you can either tell me what this medallion thing is all about, or you can let me go, because I'm already late for English, and I really don't need to get in anymore trouble here," I demanded, pondering over whether I should knee him or not.
"The medallion over my bed, Suze! Get with it!" he said, his grip tightening even more. I didn't think it could get much tighter than it was, but it did. I winced under the pain. Just as my knee was getting in a good position between his legs, I remembered. The shiny thing in my dream. What was so important about it?
I flashed my best smile and stopped fighting. "Why do you want it so badly, Paul?" I asked innocently.
Paul looked at me for a second as though he couldn't believe his eyes. "It's……….It's………it's just a rather important piece of jewelry that my………mother passed on to me," he chose his words carefully.
There was no way that a guy would lock someone in a closet and squeeze their arms off because of a piece of his mother's jewelry. Especially not a guy like Paul. He never gave a damn. I gave him a very skeptical look, and he was looking flustered.
"You don't know what it's for, then?" he asked, his stare piercing my eyes. It seemed as though he was searching my brain, and I didn't like it. "You really don't!" he exclaimed.
"So, what's it for?" I asked, moving myself closer to him. I hated myself right now more than anyone in the world for doing this, but it was the only way, and he seemed to be falling for it.
He let go of one of my arms and slid a hand around my waist. Ugh! How gross! I ignored these sentiments, though, and acted as though I was enjoying it.
"Oh, let's just say that it could help out your little Jesse somewhat. I wouldn't want that, now would I?" he said, bringing his head into kiss me. And with that I brought my knee up hard, which was difficult given my new black mini I was wearing, and Paul doubled over in pain. I ruffled his hair and opened the door quickly, "Sorry Paul, but I really gotta run," I yelled as I hurried off to English.
As Kelly went on and on about something in Macbeth, I rolled the words Paul had said over and over in my head. Help Jesse? And I wouldn't want it? I hoped I would have some answers by tonight………when I saw Jesse again!
A/N: Hey y'all, I know it coulda been longer, but if I made it longer, it would have been at least a week before I got it up. =oP Stupid teachers………busy work………thanks for reading though! And please drop in a little review for little old me. =oD