Paul opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again.
'Well?' I asked with a definite bite in my tone.
He looked at me innocently, and then pushed my head onto his shoulder, stroking my hair softly. 'Suze, you have to understand, this wasn't supposed to happen. Jesse went too far . . . I went too far-'
'What are you saying, Paul?' I demanded, pulling away from him. 'What have did you do?'
Again, he just stared at me. I began to shiver again, despite the warmth of Paul, but due to what I was realizing. And it wasn't a pretty reality.
'Suze, I'm a shifter-'
'Yeah, I got that,' I snapped, but he held up his hand. I stayed silent. I wanted to hear what he had to say.
'-and as a shifter, I have certain powers, like you. Now, you know that I care for you, right?'
'Unfortunately,' I muttered bitterly, turning away from him, my arms crossed across my chest.
'Well, like it or not, I do. And you also know, that I hate losing. Especially to a stupid ghost. So, I sought out a special shifter curse-'
'A . . . a CURSE?!'
'-yes. It is called the Curse of Darkness. Shifters are entitled to take these curses as they please where I come from-'
'And that would be, oh, HELL?' I stabbed in, but he silenced me again.
'No. Well, I took this curse. The symptoms of the Curse of Darkness are that the victim's soul, which is split into two personalities, the conscience and the evil side, also known as the devil and the angel of a person . . .' He paused. 'Well, this curse causes the conscience to corrode, so that all is left is the dark side. That's all I did to Jesse.'
That's all? THAT'S ALL?!?!
He reckoned that THAT WAS ALL?!
Oh, I was BOILING MAD!
'Paul?' I asked, feeling as though I was going to explode. There was a terrible burning inside of me, and merely containing this rage was painful enough. I felt like I was a volcano, ready to erupt with molten lava. 'That was not all you freaking did, you freaking lunatic. You realize, that, because of you, I AM FREAKING DEAD?!'
Just imagine all those "freaking"s to be replaced with a dirtier word of the same initials.
Paul shook his head. 'Yeah, but he wasn't supposed to kill you!' he said, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. 'I did this because I wanted you to hate Jesse! He went too far though-'
'No Paul! You went too far, and I am now DEAD because of you!' I howled in his face, having what must have looked like an Epileptic fit.
'But Suze-' he began, going to hug me again.
'Oh no you don't!' I yelled, jumping back from him. 'You killed me! I don't care if Jesse was holding the knife, you did this! You - you BASTARD!' I ran further down the street, until I reached a dead end. There was a kind of wall that must have been the wall to someone's back yard, but it was too high to climb over, and I still couldn't walk through anything.
I was trapped.
Paul came running after me. I went to punch him, but missed feebly. I mean, seriously, I was really weak. I don't know why, but I was.
'Suze, please,' he said, cornering me. I went to run off, but he caught me around the waist, and slammed me against the brick wall. A wounded gasp escaped me.
'Suze, please! I love you,' he said desperately, and started kissing me against the wall. I kind of flailed powerlessly beneath him.
This dude had just ruined my life.
He had just gotten me killed.
And he still reckoned that he loved me?!
SCREW HIM!
He'd just framed Jesse.
Made me believe that Jesse wanted me dead.
Made me believe that Jesse didn't love me.
SCREW HIM AGAIN!
He was now kissing me.
He had me against a wall, in my powerless, ghostly state-
-That HE put me in!
KILL HIM!
That was when the rage erupted, exploded, spewed out, detonated within me, I don't know how to describe it. I threw back my head, and howled the howl of a thousand life times of pain.
- A howl which, very conveniently, caused the wall to collapse on him.
Also very conveniently, I had now managed to walk through walls. So when it collapsed on top of ME, I was unaffected.
Yeah, only Paul got crushed into a bloody pulp beneath those deadly bricks.
Oh joy, I'd just killed Paul Slater.
Oh, shit, I'd just killed Paul Slater!
It happened in slow motion, really. As I was screaming a scream that I'm sure even the living were chilled by, the wall kind of blasted apart, as if it had a bomb at the base, and crumpled on top of Paul. The chunks of rock crushed him easily.
I looked at the dusty rubble with absolutely no remorse. I mean, seriously, it hadn't been MY fault, right?
Right?
I mean . . .
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, I'M A MURDERER!
My hand clapped to my mouth in distress and astonishment. I'd murdered someone! I began backing away from the debris, shaking my head in denial.
'Nah, that wasn't me, it must have been someone else, I mean, I'm not a murderer, and so what if it was me, he asked for it, I mean, he made Jesse kill me, and almost rape me, and he . . .' I babbled continuously under my breath. If ghosts could faint, I SO would have fainted at the shock of it. But I wasn't alive, wasn't I?
AND I HAD JUST MADE SOMEONE ELSE THAT WAY.
And, how predictable, I burst into noisy tears.
That was, until a chilling voice interrupted me.
'I'm baa-aack . . .'
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A/N: Who is it? Oh, I wonder . . . stay tuned, people, we have a little adventure coming up. I'm just about to think up another chapter, (Lauren, not Katie this time,) so I won't be too long! Thanks for the reviews!
'Well?' I asked with a definite bite in my tone.
He looked at me innocently, and then pushed my head onto his shoulder, stroking my hair softly. 'Suze, you have to understand, this wasn't supposed to happen. Jesse went too far . . . I went too far-'
'What are you saying, Paul?' I demanded, pulling away from him. 'What have did you do?'
Again, he just stared at me. I began to shiver again, despite the warmth of Paul, but due to what I was realizing. And it wasn't a pretty reality.
'Suze, I'm a shifter-'
'Yeah, I got that,' I snapped, but he held up his hand. I stayed silent. I wanted to hear what he had to say.
'-and as a shifter, I have certain powers, like you. Now, you know that I care for you, right?'
'Unfortunately,' I muttered bitterly, turning away from him, my arms crossed across my chest.
'Well, like it or not, I do. And you also know, that I hate losing. Especially to a stupid ghost. So, I sought out a special shifter curse-'
'A . . . a CURSE?!'
'-yes. It is called the Curse of Darkness. Shifters are entitled to take these curses as they please where I come from-'
'And that would be, oh, HELL?' I stabbed in, but he silenced me again.
'No. Well, I took this curse. The symptoms of the Curse of Darkness are that the victim's soul, which is split into two personalities, the conscience and the evil side, also known as the devil and the angel of a person . . .' He paused. 'Well, this curse causes the conscience to corrode, so that all is left is the dark side. That's all I did to Jesse.'
That's all? THAT'S ALL?!?!
He reckoned that THAT WAS ALL?!
Oh, I was BOILING MAD!
'Paul?' I asked, feeling as though I was going to explode. There was a terrible burning inside of me, and merely containing this rage was painful enough. I felt like I was a volcano, ready to erupt with molten lava. 'That was not all you freaking did, you freaking lunatic. You realize, that, because of you, I AM FREAKING DEAD?!'
Just imagine all those "freaking"s to be replaced with a dirtier word of the same initials.
Paul shook his head. 'Yeah, but he wasn't supposed to kill you!' he said, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. 'I did this because I wanted you to hate Jesse! He went too far though-'
'No Paul! You went too far, and I am now DEAD because of you!' I howled in his face, having what must have looked like an Epileptic fit.
'But Suze-' he began, going to hug me again.
'Oh no you don't!' I yelled, jumping back from him. 'You killed me! I don't care if Jesse was holding the knife, you did this! You - you BASTARD!' I ran further down the street, until I reached a dead end. There was a kind of wall that must have been the wall to someone's back yard, but it was too high to climb over, and I still couldn't walk through anything.
I was trapped.
Paul came running after me. I went to punch him, but missed feebly. I mean, seriously, I was really weak. I don't know why, but I was.
'Suze, please,' he said, cornering me. I went to run off, but he caught me around the waist, and slammed me against the brick wall. A wounded gasp escaped me.
'Suze, please! I love you,' he said desperately, and started kissing me against the wall. I kind of flailed powerlessly beneath him.
This dude had just ruined my life.
He had just gotten me killed.
And he still reckoned that he loved me?!
SCREW HIM!
He'd just framed Jesse.
Made me believe that Jesse wanted me dead.
Made me believe that Jesse didn't love me.
SCREW HIM AGAIN!
He was now kissing me.
He had me against a wall, in my powerless, ghostly state-
-That HE put me in!
KILL HIM!
That was when the rage erupted, exploded, spewed out, detonated within me, I don't know how to describe it. I threw back my head, and howled the howl of a thousand life times of pain.
- A howl which, very conveniently, caused the wall to collapse on him.
Also very conveniently, I had now managed to walk through walls. So when it collapsed on top of ME, I was unaffected.
Yeah, only Paul got crushed into a bloody pulp beneath those deadly bricks.
Oh joy, I'd just killed Paul Slater.
Oh, shit, I'd just killed Paul Slater!
It happened in slow motion, really. As I was screaming a scream that I'm sure even the living were chilled by, the wall kind of blasted apart, as if it had a bomb at the base, and crumpled on top of Paul. The chunks of rock crushed him easily.
I looked at the dusty rubble with absolutely no remorse. I mean, seriously, it hadn't been MY fault, right?
Right?
I mean . . .
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, I'M A MURDERER!
My hand clapped to my mouth in distress and astonishment. I'd murdered someone! I began backing away from the debris, shaking my head in denial.
'Nah, that wasn't me, it must have been someone else, I mean, I'm not a murderer, and so what if it was me, he asked for it, I mean, he made Jesse kill me, and almost rape me, and he . . .' I babbled continuously under my breath. If ghosts could faint, I SO would have fainted at the shock of it. But I wasn't alive, wasn't I?
AND I HAD JUST MADE SOMEONE ELSE THAT WAY.
And, how predictable, I burst into noisy tears.
That was, until a chilling voice interrupted me.
'I'm baa-aack . . .'
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A/N: Who is it? Oh, I wonder . . . stay tuned, people, we have a little adventure coming up. I'm just about to think up another chapter, (Lauren, not Katie this time,) so I won't be too long! Thanks for the reviews!