A/N: Ok, I lied. Maybe its not 1 more chapter. Look, I'm saying this now. I
know you are all going to hate me once you read the end, I just know it.
And I changed the rating to PG-13 because... well... one of the
characters.. um, suffers a misfortune. Let's just put it that way. But I
will say that this story has a HUGE twist at the end. Keep that in mind.
Please don't hate me! I'm not really happy with it, and I didn't even know
it was going to happen... and... and.... Im sorry in advance! :-( okay,
thats enough.
Susannah:
"Cade," I said, still gripping the sleeve of his shirt. "What are we doing here?"
"Look, Suze," he said to me. "I don't know, okay? One minute I'm at home with you, and the next we're here." Neither of us said anything for a while until Cade went, "What? Do you think that I'm the one who brought you here? That's it, isn't it? You think that I kidnapped you."
"No!" I cried. And it was true, even though Cade should have been the first person on my list of suspects. But he just doesn't strike me as the kidnapper type. Then again, Maria de Silva probably didn't seem like much of a murderer either, and we all know how that turned out.
"Look," I said. "I know it wasn't you, okay? The important thing now is that we find a way out of here."
I saw the faint outline of Cade's face as he nodded. You'd have thought that my eyes would have grown accustomed to the dark by now, but this place was pitch black. An unearthly, impenetrable black that sent chills down my spine.
Hand in hand, we began to search through the darkness for any sort of way out. I had just tripped over a box and would have fallen flat on my face, if Cade's strong hand hadn't helped me find my balance.
I groaned. "Cade, we've been looking forever. This is useless. We're never going to find a way out."
Just as I had said that, I saw the faintest shimmer of light, and spun around.
"Austin," I whispered. "I should have known it was you."
"Huh?" Cade asked, his face a pale green from the light of Austin's spectral glow. "What are you talking about, Suze?" But, of course, Cade had no clue that the ghost of his dead brother--who also happened to be our captor-- was standing right in front of us, smirking.
"Cade," I said, before I could change my mind. "It's Austin. He's the one who kidnapped us. Hate to break it to you, Cade, but your brother is a pyschotic freak." Okay, so it wouldn't have hurt to be a little more discreet. But he had really, really pissed me off.
"Am I?" Austin said, calmly. But before I could answer, he held his palm out toward me and then there was this blinding white light. It had sort of a hypnotizing affect to it that put me to sleep. But right before everything went black, I could have sworn that I heard a small voice saying, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I won't let you get hurt."
Jesse:
I ran frantically throught the streets. I had no clue how to get to the school, so I ran into the nearest store and asked the teen at the counter for directions.
"It's only about two blocks away from here. Make a right on Lilley and you should see it." Then she went back to reading her magazine.
I ran out of there and down the street until I came to Lilley, where I made a right. I arrived at the school, exhausted and desperate.
But what I saw when I got there made me stop in my tracks.
Susannah:
The thick black smoke was filling my lungs. Suffocating me. And there was nothing I could do about it. I woke up, disoriented, coughing, deep and heavy coughs. Where was all this smoke coming from? What happened? I couldn't think.
I tried to get up, still coughing uncontrollably, but I only managed to get on all fours.
"Cade," I said in a raspy voice, my throat clogged with the sour smoke. "Cade, where are you?" But my eyes were stinging, and the room was aglow with the amber flames.
Then it all became too much the handle, and I felt the rest of my body giving up along with me. I couldn't breathe.
It's strange; I never thought that I, Susannah Simon, big bad mediator from NewYork City, would die like this. But I guess I thought wrong.
While the flames engulfed me, I smiled to myself, as I slowly began to drift off into eternal sleep.
fallen angels at my feet
whispered voices at my ear
death before my eyes
lying next to me i fear
she beckons me shall i give in
upon my end shall i begin
forsaking all i've fallen for i rise to meet the end
Jesse:
There was smoke leaking out of the lower windows, and there was no doubt in my mind as to who could have set the fire. I ran into the school, without second thoughts.
What did it matter if I died. I had already died once, it meant nothing to me if it happened again.
I instinctively ran into the basement of the school where I was sure this had all started. The smoke was thick and dark. I could barely see.
Then, lying in a heap on the floor, was a body. I could barely make out who it was, but I picked him over my shoulder and looked around.
It was Cade. And I couldn't see Susannah anywhere. I was frantic, I couldn't possibly leave without Susannah. But I couldn't breathe.
So I left, promising myself that I would be back for Susannah. But I never got a chance to.
The people called fire-fighters grabbed Cade immediately and asked me if I was okay and whether there was anyone else in the building. I told them about Susannah and they rushed inside, while others began spraying the building with a hose.
I was paced in front of the giant red truck. Back and forth. Back and forth. I don't know how long that went on. But all I could think of was Susannah, and whether she was okay.
Suddenly someone's hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.
"Jesse," Father Dominic said, his bright blue eyes wide with worry. "I need to speak to you. Please stop moving. Sit down, Jesse."
I knew what he was going to tell me. I knew it all too well. And I couldn't handle it.
"Jesse," Father Dominic said, grabbing my shoulders. "It's Susannah... she... she didn't make it."
A/N: I'm so sorry. I'll post the epilogue. But.. um.. oh yeah.. well I had already planned out the sequel: It's been two years since the accident and Jesse still can't get over Susannah. But what happens when Susannah suddenly shows up at Jesse's house? Will things ever be the same again? (It'll all work out, I promise :-) I've written the beginning and I will post it if you guys want me to. So please review and tell me if you want a sequel.
Susannah:
"Cade," I said, still gripping the sleeve of his shirt. "What are we doing here?"
"Look, Suze," he said to me. "I don't know, okay? One minute I'm at home with you, and the next we're here." Neither of us said anything for a while until Cade went, "What? Do you think that I'm the one who brought you here? That's it, isn't it? You think that I kidnapped you."
"No!" I cried. And it was true, even though Cade should have been the first person on my list of suspects. But he just doesn't strike me as the kidnapper type. Then again, Maria de Silva probably didn't seem like much of a murderer either, and we all know how that turned out.
"Look," I said. "I know it wasn't you, okay? The important thing now is that we find a way out of here."
I saw the faint outline of Cade's face as he nodded. You'd have thought that my eyes would have grown accustomed to the dark by now, but this place was pitch black. An unearthly, impenetrable black that sent chills down my spine.
Hand in hand, we began to search through the darkness for any sort of way out. I had just tripped over a box and would have fallen flat on my face, if Cade's strong hand hadn't helped me find my balance.
I groaned. "Cade, we've been looking forever. This is useless. We're never going to find a way out."
Just as I had said that, I saw the faintest shimmer of light, and spun around.
"Austin," I whispered. "I should have known it was you."
"Huh?" Cade asked, his face a pale green from the light of Austin's spectral glow. "What are you talking about, Suze?" But, of course, Cade had no clue that the ghost of his dead brother--who also happened to be our captor-- was standing right in front of us, smirking.
"Cade," I said, before I could change my mind. "It's Austin. He's the one who kidnapped us. Hate to break it to you, Cade, but your brother is a pyschotic freak." Okay, so it wouldn't have hurt to be a little more discreet. But he had really, really pissed me off.
"Am I?" Austin said, calmly. But before I could answer, he held his palm out toward me and then there was this blinding white light. It had sort of a hypnotizing affect to it that put me to sleep. But right before everything went black, I could have sworn that I heard a small voice saying, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I won't let you get hurt."
Jesse:
I ran frantically throught the streets. I had no clue how to get to the school, so I ran into the nearest store and asked the teen at the counter for directions.
"It's only about two blocks away from here. Make a right on Lilley and you should see it." Then she went back to reading her magazine.
I ran out of there and down the street until I came to Lilley, where I made a right. I arrived at the school, exhausted and desperate.
But what I saw when I got there made me stop in my tracks.
Susannah:
The thick black smoke was filling my lungs. Suffocating me. And there was nothing I could do about it. I woke up, disoriented, coughing, deep and heavy coughs. Where was all this smoke coming from? What happened? I couldn't think.
I tried to get up, still coughing uncontrollably, but I only managed to get on all fours.
"Cade," I said in a raspy voice, my throat clogged with the sour smoke. "Cade, where are you?" But my eyes were stinging, and the room was aglow with the amber flames.
Then it all became too much the handle, and I felt the rest of my body giving up along with me. I couldn't breathe.
It's strange; I never thought that I, Susannah Simon, big bad mediator from NewYork City, would die like this. But I guess I thought wrong.
While the flames engulfed me, I smiled to myself, as I slowly began to drift off into eternal sleep.
fallen angels at my feet
whispered voices at my ear
death before my eyes
lying next to me i fear
she beckons me shall i give in
upon my end shall i begin
forsaking all i've fallen for i rise to meet the end
Jesse:
There was smoke leaking out of the lower windows, and there was no doubt in my mind as to who could have set the fire. I ran into the school, without second thoughts.
What did it matter if I died. I had already died once, it meant nothing to me if it happened again.
I instinctively ran into the basement of the school where I was sure this had all started. The smoke was thick and dark. I could barely see.
Then, lying in a heap on the floor, was a body. I could barely make out who it was, but I picked him over my shoulder and looked around.
It was Cade. And I couldn't see Susannah anywhere. I was frantic, I couldn't possibly leave without Susannah. But I couldn't breathe.
So I left, promising myself that I would be back for Susannah. But I never got a chance to.
The people called fire-fighters grabbed Cade immediately and asked me if I was okay and whether there was anyone else in the building. I told them about Susannah and they rushed inside, while others began spraying the building with a hose.
I was paced in front of the giant red truck. Back and forth. Back and forth. I don't know how long that went on. But all I could think of was Susannah, and whether she was okay.
Suddenly someone's hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.
"Jesse," Father Dominic said, his bright blue eyes wide with worry. "I need to speak to you. Please stop moving. Sit down, Jesse."
I knew what he was going to tell me. I knew it all too well. And I couldn't handle it.
"Jesse," Father Dominic said, grabbing my shoulders. "It's Susannah... she... she didn't make it."
A/N: I'm so sorry. I'll post the epilogue. But.. um.. oh yeah.. well I had already planned out the sequel: It's been two years since the accident and Jesse still can't get over Susannah. But what happens when Susannah suddenly shows up at Jesse's house? Will things ever be the same again? (It'll all work out, I promise :-) I've written the beginning and I will post it if you guys want me to. So please review and tell me if you want a sequel.