READ: Guys, this will be the LAST chapter be in PG 13. I am thinking,
though . . . I seriously think that everything from this chapter on isn't
going to be vulgar or rude. I mean, I don't think it needs to go up, and
maybe if I can just rate those chapters in question R . . . Because I
really am scared that I'm going to loose everyone! (Cries hysterically.)
Anyway, after a long bout of writer's block, here's your chapter, and
another one'll be up soon!
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My mouth was hanging open, I realized, and I promptly jammed it shut.
'Oh, no you don't. Now you've really gone nuts, I am NOT going in there!' I said loudly, shaking my head at both Paul and Jesse, 'No way!'
Jesse took a dramatic step toward me and seized my arm. 'You'll do as you're told,' he growled in that low, Spanish accent. Okay, now that I was feeling a bit, I dunno, stronger, I pulled away from him, and was like, 'I'll do what I like. And what I like consists of nothing suicidal, despite the fact that I'm already dead because of you.'
Paul raised his eyebrows in alarm. 'Suze,' he warned quietly through gritted teeth, 'Shut up.'
I turned my head to him, my hair getting caught in my eyes. I brushed it away irritably. 'You think I'm going to listen to you? This is all your fault, Einstein. I hope you're proud that you have managed to successfully kill both yourself and I. Inspired, I really am.' Okay, I knew it wasn't a very intelligent idea to get crabby with a cursed guy, and the guy who was trying to help me, (even though he did get me killed,) but I was pissed off that they were being so bossy! Males for you, they think they're all that, don't they?
However, my indignation diminished when Jesse glared at me next time. It was scary: a fusion of deadly rage and frustration bombarded me so silently, yet with such a loud and lucid message, "You WILL do as you are told, Susannah, or else."
I gulped, as if I had actually heard him say this. Paul raised his eyebrows again.
'Ah, Jeez,' I complained, 'You don't have to be such a bum about it . . .'
Jesse's eye went thinner in malice, and he abruptly grabbed my arm. I shot him a dirty look, and Paul followed us to the fireplace. The fire wasn't hurting so much any more, but enough to still scorch my legs.
The fireplace loomed over us. It was really quite large; the black brick barriers on either side reached four meters high. The fire inside danced a deep, ugly red, not like the normal orange fire in which I was standing in. Beyond the leaping, twirling flames was a hole that was obviously the other way out of this extremely sweltering chamber, unfortunately. I began to shake slightly, that Serpent thing didn't sound to pleasant. Like, I SO didn't want to go anywhere near that thing!
'Hey Jesse? Yeah, uh, how exactly do you plan to get through there?' I asked, my voice laced with annoyance and sarcasm, and not revealing any of my trepidation. Well, at least, I hoped not . . .
Jesse looked at me. 'Why, it's going to be distracted while we get through, Susannah,' he answered, with the faintest suggestion of a smirk flickering across his Latin features. I nodded fairly. 'Okay, how are you going to distract it then?' I asked him.
He laughed. I immediately went cold. 'How else?' he said, 'I'm using you, of course.'
Paul stopped dead in front of us, and turned. 'Now, De Silva, really, that's a bit-'
'You say out of this, Slater,' hissed Jesse. I was staring blankly at Jesse.
'You're not serious,' I said flatly.
'Why, certainly, Querida,' he said, and with a terrifying push, I was sent careering into the flames before Paul could grab me. I know that he tried, I saw his hands fly for me furiously, but was held back by Jesse, who grabbed his shoulders, spun him around, and sent a punch at his face. Whether his aim was accurate, I didn't see, for the fire veiled me. This fire, I found, didn't scald me in the least; quite the reverse, felt like a gentle rousing tingle.
I heard Paul shout from somewhere behind me, 'De Silva, you CAN'T send her in there! It'll rip her to shreds! You can't-'
And Jesse's dangerous reply came, 'I can do as I wish, Slater. You are in no position to tell me what I can and can't do! I told you I had my reasons for bringing her, and this is certainly one of them.'
It was only then I realized the full capacity and peril of Jesse's curse. It had already killed me, and was now doing everything in its power to see that my existence . . . well, ceased to exist, for lack of better words. I had never really thought that the curse would completely take over Jesse, and there would always be a spot where he'd still care for me, even in he smallest measure, but with a sickening jolt in my stomach, I become conscious of the fact that to Jesse, I was no more than a good means of bait.
It hurt me more than I can say, in ways I didn't think it was possible for Jesse to hurt me, and even though I was dimly aware that it was all Paul's fault, it didn't change the words that were spiling from my Jesse's lips. I stood there, in behind the red inferno, my mind blank. Let me tell you, I was brought back to my senses when, for the second time, I felt a sudden coil around my waist. I yelled in indignation as I was swiped off the sizzling ground.
I turned my head, and saw something that would remain in my memory forever. At the base of four twisting tentacles was the most horrible head of a snake that I'd ever been condemned enough to behold. A solid layer of black scales shielded its whole body, and flashed whenever they caught the radiance of the dancing fire. The burning red pupils of its eyes were vertical and pointy, narrowed in anger. I was spellbound in horror so unimaginable, I swear to God, if my throat had have been functioning properly, my scream would have brought me back to life! (. . . Maybe I should have tried that . . .)
The snake's freakish, terrifying head zigzagged closer to me, and opened its giant mouth to reveal the largest, sharpest fangs that I've ever seen.
'Holy caah-rrrap!' I bellowed, as it froze ready to strike, it's many tails flicking dangerously, and then- I- well, I don't really know how- how it happened, but as I raised my hands to defend myself, thing blinding light issued from them! It hit the snake right in the eyes, and that stupid worm just exploded into a mist of silver dust, right before my eyes! I dropped to the flaming floor, staring at my hands . . .
What had I just done?
A pair of shoes greeted my downcast eyes. I looked up, still in awe at what I had just executed, and saw Paul gaping at me in great bewilderment.
'Suze, what the hell just happened?' he asked in this weird, hushed voice, and pulled me to my feet. I had noticed that the fire around my ankles had stopped burning completely.
'I- I don't know,' I stuttered in slight disorientation, 'I was kind of hoping you could tell me that . . .'
Then, I felt as if my arm was being pulled out of its socket, as Jesse whirled me around. He glared into my eyes, as if trying to find a hidden answer to something. I was still really freaked, you know, I mean, that thing had been HUGE! And It had just gone ka-poof! Just like that! That kind of thing can jar you, you know.
'I don't know what just happened, Susannah,' said Jesse gruffly, staring at me with a weird, ambiguous look on his face, 'But it will not happen again. Understand me?'
I got annoyed then. 'Sure, Rico,' I muttered.
His lip curled. 'What?' he demanded.
'Oooh, nothing,' I said, grinning, and turning away, but shock, horror, he seized my arm and threw me down in a fit of rage, raised his fist to strike-
'Uh, guys? I really, really hate to interrupt, but seeing as our big reptilian friend has self-destructed, it might be a good time to go through that hole in the fireplace, if you know what I mean,' drawled Paul, but with a hint of urgency in his tones.
Jesse immobilized, and then lowered his fist, not looking me in the eye. I scrambled to my feet, casting Jesse a killer look, and pointlessly dusted off my top and my mini skirt, as if he'd polluted it somehow.
'Okay,' I said, and discretely moved well away from Jesse - that had been really close, that had - 'Are we going?'
'Yeah, come on, Suze,' said Paul.
'Susannah,' barked Jesse inspecting the hole in the fireplace, and seeing how far down it was, 'Call her Susannah.'
'Yeah, yeah,' Paul said carelessly, waving a hand, and conveniently grabbing mine. To me, he whispered, 'Stay close, Suze.'
As his hand squeezed mine, I felt a strange, curious yet pleasant tingle in the pit of my stomach. STOP PRESS! That wasn't right! Ew! Paul touched me! I jerked my hand away feeling real confused.
~*~
'It doesn't look like a far drop,' reported Jesse, still sounding murderous.
'Okay, so how do we check?' I asked. Jesse's eyes strayed to me, but Paul pulled me back.
'Come on, Da Silva, I think you proved your point,' said Paul with annoyance. 'I mean, just 'cause you haven't got the guts to check for yourself, you don't have to shove her down all the time.'
Jesse stiffened. Paul had obviously touched a nerve. Hey, maybe he'd jump first this time?
Not a hope.
Jesse turned, slowly but deliberately, and said to Paul, 'I have more guts than ten of you, Slater, but when I order something to be done, it will be done! If I say that we use Susannah to test how far this drop is, so it shall be done!'
Whoa, he was going WAY Hitler on us then. I mean, who did he think he was? God?!
Pissed off, I said, 'Fine, Jesse. Don't get your panties in a twist.' Paul smirked, but Jesse didn't really know what panties were, and a spasm of confusion flickered over his face as he looked down at his tights. I snorted, and while he was looking, I . . .
JJJUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMPPPPEEDDDD!!!!!
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Susannah's Secret (is that she is a mediator, which you all know . . .)
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My mouth was hanging open, I realized, and I promptly jammed it shut.
'Oh, no you don't. Now you've really gone nuts, I am NOT going in there!' I said loudly, shaking my head at both Paul and Jesse, 'No way!'
Jesse took a dramatic step toward me and seized my arm. 'You'll do as you're told,' he growled in that low, Spanish accent. Okay, now that I was feeling a bit, I dunno, stronger, I pulled away from him, and was like, 'I'll do what I like. And what I like consists of nothing suicidal, despite the fact that I'm already dead because of you.'
Paul raised his eyebrows in alarm. 'Suze,' he warned quietly through gritted teeth, 'Shut up.'
I turned my head to him, my hair getting caught in my eyes. I brushed it away irritably. 'You think I'm going to listen to you? This is all your fault, Einstein. I hope you're proud that you have managed to successfully kill both yourself and I. Inspired, I really am.' Okay, I knew it wasn't a very intelligent idea to get crabby with a cursed guy, and the guy who was trying to help me, (even though he did get me killed,) but I was pissed off that they were being so bossy! Males for you, they think they're all that, don't they?
However, my indignation diminished when Jesse glared at me next time. It was scary: a fusion of deadly rage and frustration bombarded me so silently, yet with such a loud and lucid message, "You WILL do as you are told, Susannah, or else."
I gulped, as if I had actually heard him say this. Paul raised his eyebrows again.
'Ah, Jeez,' I complained, 'You don't have to be such a bum about it . . .'
Jesse's eye went thinner in malice, and he abruptly grabbed my arm. I shot him a dirty look, and Paul followed us to the fireplace. The fire wasn't hurting so much any more, but enough to still scorch my legs.
The fireplace loomed over us. It was really quite large; the black brick barriers on either side reached four meters high. The fire inside danced a deep, ugly red, not like the normal orange fire in which I was standing in. Beyond the leaping, twirling flames was a hole that was obviously the other way out of this extremely sweltering chamber, unfortunately. I began to shake slightly, that Serpent thing didn't sound to pleasant. Like, I SO didn't want to go anywhere near that thing!
'Hey Jesse? Yeah, uh, how exactly do you plan to get through there?' I asked, my voice laced with annoyance and sarcasm, and not revealing any of my trepidation. Well, at least, I hoped not . . .
Jesse looked at me. 'Why, it's going to be distracted while we get through, Susannah,' he answered, with the faintest suggestion of a smirk flickering across his Latin features. I nodded fairly. 'Okay, how are you going to distract it then?' I asked him.
He laughed. I immediately went cold. 'How else?' he said, 'I'm using you, of course.'
Paul stopped dead in front of us, and turned. 'Now, De Silva, really, that's a bit-'
'You say out of this, Slater,' hissed Jesse. I was staring blankly at Jesse.
'You're not serious,' I said flatly.
'Why, certainly, Querida,' he said, and with a terrifying push, I was sent careering into the flames before Paul could grab me. I know that he tried, I saw his hands fly for me furiously, but was held back by Jesse, who grabbed his shoulders, spun him around, and sent a punch at his face. Whether his aim was accurate, I didn't see, for the fire veiled me. This fire, I found, didn't scald me in the least; quite the reverse, felt like a gentle rousing tingle.
I heard Paul shout from somewhere behind me, 'De Silva, you CAN'T send her in there! It'll rip her to shreds! You can't-'
And Jesse's dangerous reply came, 'I can do as I wish, Slater. You are in no position to tell me what I can and can't do! I told you I had my reasons for bringing her, and this is certainly one of them.'
It was only then I realized the full capacity and peril of Jesse's curse. It had already killed me, and was now doing everything in its power to see that my existence . . . well, ceased to exist, for lack of better words. I had never really thought that the curse would completely take over Jesse, and there would always be a spot where he'd still care for me, even in he smallest measure, but with a sickening jolt in my stomach, I become conscious of the fact that to Jesse, I was no more than a good means of bait.
It hurt me more than I can say, in ways I didn't think it was possible for Jesse to hurt me, and even though I was dimly aware that it was all Paul's fault, it didn't change the words that were spiling from my Jesse's lips. I stood there, in behind the red inferno, my mind blank. Let me tell you, I was brought back to my senses when, for the second time, I felt a sudden coil around my waist. I yelled in indignation as I was swiped off the sizzling ground.
I turned my head, and saw something that would remain in my memory forever. At the base of four twisting tentacles was the most horrible head of a snake that I'd ever been condemned enough to behold. A solid layer of black scales shielded its whole body, and flashed whenever they caught the radiance of the dancing fire. The burning red pupils of its eyes were vertical and pointy, narrowed in anger. I was spellbound in horror so unimaginable, I swear to God, if my throat had have been functioning properly, my scream would have brought me back to life! (. . . Maybe I should have tried that . . .)
The snake's freakish, terrifying head zigzagged closer to me, and opened its giant mouth to reveal the largest, sharpest fangs that I've ever seen.
'Holy caah-rrrap!' I bellowed, as it froze ready to strike, it's many tails flicking dangerously, and then- I- well, I don't really know how- how it happened, but as I raised my hands to defend myself, thing blinding light issued from them! It hit the snake right in the eyes, and that stupid worm just exploded into a mist of silver dust, right before my eyes! I dropped to the flaming floor, staring at my hands . . .
What had I just done?
A pair of shoes greeted my downcast eyes. I looked up, still in awe at what I had just executed, and saw Paul gaping at me in great bewilderment.
'Suze, what the hell just happened?' he asked in this weird, hushed voice, and pulled me to my feet. I had noticed that the fire around my ankles had stopped burning completely.
'I- I don't know,' I stuttered in slight disorientation, 'I was kind of hoping you could tell me that . . .'
Then, I felt as if my arm was being pulled out of its socket, as Jesse whirled me around. He glared into my eyes, as if trying to find a hidden answer to something. I was still really freaked, you know, I mean, that thing had been HUGE! And It had just gone ka-poof! Just like that! That kind of thing can jar you, you know.
'I don't know what just happened, Susannah,' said Jesse gruffly, staring at me with a weird, ambiguous look on his face, 'But it will not happen again. Understand me?'
I got annoyed then. 'Sure, Rico,' I muttered.
His lip curled. 'What?' he demanded.
'Oooh, nothing,' I said, grinning, and turning away, but shock, horror, he seized my arm and threw me down in a fit of rage, raised his fist to strike-
'Uh, guys? I really, really hate to interrupt, but seeing as our big reptilian friend has self-destructed, it might be a good time to go through that hole in the fireplace, if you know what I mean,' drawled Paul, but with a hint of urgency in his tones.
Jesse immobilized, and then lowered his fist, not looking me in the eye. I scrambled to my feet, casting Jesse a killer look, and pointlessly dusted off my top and my mini skirt, as if he'd polluted it somehow.
'Okay,' I said, and discretely moved well away from Jesse - that had been really close, that had - 'Are we going?'
'Yeah, come on, Suze,' said Paul.
'Susannah,' barked Jesse inspecting the hole in the fireplace, and seeing how far down it was, 'Call her Susannah.'
'Yeah, yeah,' Paul said carelessly, waving a hand, and conveniently grabbing mine. To me, he whispered, 'Stay close, Suze.'
As his hand squeezed mine, I felt a strange, curious yet pleasant tingle in the pit of my stomach. STOP PRESS! That wasn't right! Ew! Paul touched me! I jerked my hand away feeling real confused.
~*~
'It doesn't look like a far drop,' reported Jesse, still sounding murderous.
'Okay, so how do we check?' I asked. Jesse's eyes strayed to me, but Paul pulled me back.
'Come on, Da Silva, I think you proved your point,' said Paul with annoyance. 'I mean, just 'cause you haven't got the guts to check for yourself, you don't have to shove her down all the time.'
Jesse stiffened. Paul had obviously touched a nerve. Hey, maybe he'd jump first this time?
Not a hope.
Jesse turned, slowly but deliberately, and said to Paul, 'I have more guts than ten of you, Slater, but when I order something to be done, it will be done! If I say that we use Susannah to test how far this drop is, so it shall be done!'
Whoa, he was going WAY Hitler on us then. I mean, who did he think he was? God?!
Pissed off, I said, 'Fine, Jesse. Don't get your panties in a twist.' Paul smirked, but Jesse didn't really know what panties were, and a spasm of confusion flickered over his face as he looked down at his tights. I snorted, and while he was looking, I . . .
JJJUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMPPPPEEDDDD!!!!!
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Now, review! Love ya all!
Susannah's Secret (is that she is a mediator, which you all know . . .)