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'Have you found it?' asked Paul tentatively.
'Not yet,' replied Jesse, disgruntled, 'but I'd better hurry, or the floor will start to absorb us.'
'Find what?' I questioned, looking at Jesse. Everything was slowly getting darker and darker like before. I didn't want to be engulfed by the bleak nothingness again, but there seemed to be no fighting it. 'Find what? What's he talking about Paul?'
'Quiet!' ordered Jesse, and then, bent over, squinting at something that seemed to be on the ground. 'Found it.'
'What?' I stressed in exasperation.
'Have you ever heard of a Trick Brick, Suze- um, Susannah?' asked Paul.
'Nup,' I responded.
'Well, basically, you just have to find a small brick-like button on a chamber floor, which will revolutionize your milieu.'
'Revolutionize your milieu?' I repeated in mystification. 'Paul, speak God damn English!'
'He means that we'll be somewhere else in a second,' Jesse translated bluntly.
'Oh, all right then.' I looked as Jesse stepped on this so-called Trick Brick.
Wow!
I liked those things. One second, we were almost lost in complete emptiness, and then, in a split second, my whole surroundings had changed! Everything was an eerie, spooky green, which was, (to be admitted,) not all that much more comforting, but at least I could see now. Mind, what I was seeing wasn't all that comforting. Jesse looked more murderous than ever, and in front of us were these three really freaky statues of what looked like armored knights.
'Nice sculptures,' I said approvingly. 'Who's the interior decorator?' Paul snorted, but then looked back at the knights, and stopped smirking.
'What's going on?' I asked. I hated being this clueless. I just wish that every time I wanted to know something, they'd just tell me, instead of telling me to shut up, you know?
'Shut up,' said Paul softly. See?! SEE THAT?! Grrrrr!!!
Then, with a horrible lurch of my heart, I saw one of those stone knights blink! Yep, blink! And it was STONE!
I took a small, vague step back, my mouth hanging open slightly. Jesse was flexing his fingers, and Paul looked like he was mentally preparing himself for something.
'What's-' I started, but at that minute, one of the stone knights unfroze, and marched at Jesse, brandishing a long, rocky sword! Like, whoa! Shortly followed by that, another one sprang at Paul! Oh, and of course, there was one left for me, wasn't there? How generous of them. I looked at Jesse and his gravelly friend, and saw that they were in heavy combat already, Jesse using all these flash demon powers that I'd only seen on the really electrifying Charmed episodes. Paul was aiming what looked like a ball of purple FIRE at his knight in stony armour. So, I looked back at my opponent, with no paranormal powers to speak of, demonic or otherwise, and found myself hoping for the best.
'Yah!' I cried, and kicked what I considered to be a perfect high kick at its head. My foot collided with the rock helmet with considerate force, so I was highly offended when its head did a mere three-sixty rotation, and it kept coming at me. I mean, why couldn't it shatter to the ground and smash into tiny pebbles or something? And the worst thing? My foot throbbed like hell! I must have hopped around for a few seconds really stupidly. The knight just stared at me in this freaking, haunting way, as though its stillness was a lot more dangerous than its movement. Again, I chanced a glance over at Jesse, and saw that he was dealing with his enemy rather well; he'd succeeded to destroy one of the knight's arms. Paul wasn't doing so well. The knight had him in a weak spot. Paul was on the ground, and the knight was just about to stab him . . .
'No!' I yelled, and threw myself at the granite statue, knocking it over completely. My original knight then charged at me also, so while Paul's knight held me, the other slashed its sword at me. Now, even though the swords were rather blunt, it was still agony! I yelled as the rock cut my arm, flicking my hair out of my eyes furiously.
Then, Paul launched a pretty intense looking beam of light at the one doing the scything, and to my bliss, it blasted into millions of flinty fragments. The knight grasping me threw me against the wall and went at Paul. Not wanting to be out of the fight so early, I checked Jesse. He was in trouble! The knight had him pinned down to the floor! No!
I dashed over there, and with all my might, pulled back Jesse's assailant. We fell back together, him on top if me. Let me tell you, it was HEAVY! Like being crushed in a really bad car accident or something.
'Stay out of it, Susannah!' roared Jesse with rage, and aimed a spurt of acid-like liquid at the knight. It hit it wish a hiss and began corroding the rock right before my eyes. A drop landed on my leather mini and burnt a hole straight through! Like, oh my God! A bit of my butt was visible! But the knight wasn't completely gone yet. It got right up and marched at Jesse, looking horribly disfigured, not smooth as it had been before.
Suddenly, to my horror, each of the knights kicked at the guys at the exact same moment in time. Both boys were propelled against the wall hard at the force of the kicks. I heard them both groan. Then, the knights' eyes latched onto me. They narrowed them at me, and advanced on me slowly, and the faster, and FASTER!
'Suze!' yelled Paul, forgetting to call me Susannah, 'Watch out!'
About a meter away from me, I had the sense and intelligence to leap out of the way. With a tremendous crash, they collided with each other, and broke down into smaller rocks.
After the dust had settled, I stared at the wreckage. Rocks were everywhere. I looked down at my legs and saw that I had a nasty little graze on my knee, where a bit of rock had shot into my skin, rather shallowly though. I squeezed the stone out gently, and then limped over to Paul.
'You okay?' I asked him.
'Great,' he said, and scrambled up, brushing himself. 'You got a hole in your skirt,' he observed.
'No shit, Sherlock,' I snapped. I mean, if he'd noticed, that meant he'd been staring at my ass. I shuddered.
I looked over at Jesse, who was shaking his head, looking like a war veteran.
'And you?' I said.
'I'm fine,' Jesse replied, but Paul and I both detected a definite danger in there. I gulped, preparing for anything. 'I told you to stay out of my fight, Susannah!'
'It was going to kill you!' I protested, forgetting the fact that we were all dead.
'No, it can't. Fights with those knights would not have resulted in death on my part, I would have kept fighting, like an immortal!' he yelled, striding closer to me. I'd intruded on his battle, thus, cramping his style. He wasn't taking it too well, was he?
'Well, sorry for trying to help, but you looked pretty pathetic there,' I retorted.
SLAP.
Well, I hadn't been expecting THAT. My hand flew to my turned face. It was searing. Jesse had just smacked me! Oh my God! I never knew it was THAT bad! My mouth was hanging open slightly in this vastly injured way. I couldn't believe it. This was way too much! He'd slapped me!
'Now, that's going to far,' Paul said angrily.
'Watch it, Slater, or you'll be next,' Jesse snarled.
'Hey, I'm not a little girl, De Silva, I can take you on any day,' Paul snapped. Now, whether that was implying that I was a little girl or whatever, I was jolted back to my senses, insulted in spite of myself.
'Well, FINE!' I said bitchily, 'Now, did I just whitewash those stoned losers for a reason, or are we going to stay here?'
Jesse and Paul, who were glaring daggers at each other, turned their heads to glare at me in outrage, seeing as I'd just accepted credit for defeating the knights all by myself. Well, it had been me, mostly. I'd got those last two to run into each other, and . . . yeah, well, Paul blew one of them up, but I did the rest. Jesse did nothing.
They both started arguing with each other again when I noticed that the door in which the knights had been guarding was down gaping.
'Uh, guys?' I asked, and pointed to the door. Jesse's dark Latin eyes extinguished from their fury, and settled down considerably. God, he was so HOT! Why did stupid Paul have to go and curse him, WHY?!
'Of course,' Jesse said, and pulled on his white top, tucking it in and brushing off the dust. Paul was smoothing down his hair hurriedly.
'Am I missing something?' I asked, 'you're acting like you're both going for job interviews, the pair of you.'
'No,' Paul said with an obvious nervousness in his voice, 'This is it.'
'We're going to see him,' Jesse said.
'See who?' I asked, 'Who are you talking about?'
They looked at each other.
'The Keeper of Souls,' they murmured together.
Whoa, that sounded heavy and official now, didn't it?
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'Have you found it?' asked Paul tentatively.
'Not yet,' replied Jesse, disgruntled, 'but I'd better hurry, or the floor will start to absorb us.'
'Find what?' I questioned, looking at Jesse. Everything was slowly getting darker and darker like before. I didn't want to be engulfed by the bleak nothingness again, but there seemed to be no fighting it. 'Find what? What's he talking about Paul?'
'Quiet!' ordered Jesse, and then, bent over, squinting at something that seemed to be on the ground. 'Found it.'
'What?' I stressed in exasperation.
'Have you ever heard of a Trick Brick, Suze- um, Susannah?' asked Paul.
'Nup,' I responded.
'Well, basically, you just have to find a small brick-like button on a chamber floor, which will revolutionize your milieu.'
'Revolutionize your milieu?' I repeated in mystification. 'Paul, speak God damn English!'
'He means that we'll be somewhere else in a second,' Jesse translated bluntly.
'Oh, all right then.' I looked as Jesse stepped on this so-called Trick Brick.
Wow!
I liked those things. One second, we were almost lost in complete emptiness, and then, in a split second, my whole surroundings had changed! Everything was an eerie, spooky green, which was, (to be admitted,) not all that much more comforting, but at least I could see now. Mind, what I was seeing wasn't all that comforting. Jesse looked more murderous than ever, and in front of us were these three really freaky statues of what looked like armored knights.
'Nice sculptures,' I said approvingly. 'Who's the interior decorator?' Paul snorted, but then looked back at the knights, and stopped smirking.
'What's going on?' I asked. I hated being this clueless. I just wish that every time I wanted to know something, they'd just tell me, instead of telling me to shut up, you know?
'Shut up,' said Paul softly. See?! SEE THAT?! Grrrrr!!!
Then, with a horrible lurch of my heart, I saw one of those stone knights blink! Yep, blink! And it was STONE!
I took a small, vague step back, my mouth hanging open slightly. Jesse was flexing his fingers, and Paul looked like he was mentally preparing himself for something.
'What's-' I started, but at that minute, one of the stone knights unfroze, and marched at Jesse, brandishing a long, rocky sword! Like, whoa! Shortly followed by that, another one sprang at Paul! Oh, and of course, there was one left for me, wasn't there? How generous of them. I looked at Jesse and his gravelly friend, and saw that they were in heavy combat already, Jesse using all these flash demon powers that I'd only seen on the really electrifying Charmed episodes. Paul was aiming what looked like a ball of purple FIRE at his knight in stony armour. So, I looked back at my opponent, with no paranormal powers to speak of, demonic or otherwise, and found myself hoping for the best.
'Yah!' I cried, and kicked what I considered to be a perfect high kick at its head. My foot collided with the rock helmet with considerate force, so I was highly offended when its head did a mere three-sixty rotation, and it kept coming at me. I mean, why couldn't it shatter to the ground and smash into tiny pebbles or something? And the worst thing? My foot throbbed like hell! I must have hopped around for a few seconds really stupidly. The knight just stared at me in this freaking, haunting way, as though its stillness was a lot more dangerous than its movement. Again, I chanced a glance over at Jesse, and saw that he was dealing with his enemy rather well; he'd succeeded to destroy one of the knight's arms. Paul wasn't doing so well. The knight had him in a weak spot. Paul was on the ground, and the knight was just about to stab him . . .
'No!' I yelled, and threw myself at the granite statue, knocking it over completely. My original knight then charged at me also, so while Paul's knight held me, the other slashed its sword at me. Now, even though the swords were rather blunt, it was still agony! I yelled as the rock cut my arm, flicking my hair out of my eyes furiously.
Then, Paul launched a pretty intense looking beam of light at the one doing the scything, and to my bliss, it blasted into millions of flinty fragments. The knight grasping me threw me against the wall and went at Paul. Not wanting to be out of the fight so early, I checked Jesse. He was in trouble! The knight had him pinned down to the floor! No!
I dashed over there, and with all my might, pulled back Jesse's assailant. We fell back together, him on top if me. Let me tell you, it was HEAVY! Like being crushed in a really bad car accident or something.
'Stay out of it, Susannah!' roared Jesse with rage, and aimed a spurt of acid-like liquid at the knight. It hit it wish a hiss and began corroding the rock right before my eyes. A drop landed on my leather mini and burnt a hole straight through! Like, oh my God! A bit of my butt was visible! But the knight wasn't completely gone yet. It got right up and marched at Jesse, looking horribly disfigured, not smooth as it had been before.
Suddenly, to my horror, each of the knights kicked at the guys at the exact same moment in time. Both boys were propelled against the wall hard at the force of the kicks. I heard them both groan. Then, the knights' eyes latched onto me. They narrowed them at me, and advanced on me slowly, and the faster, and FASTER!
'Suze!' yelled Paul, forgetting to call me Susannah, 'Watch out!'
About a meter away from me, I had the sense and intelligence to leap out of the way. With a tremendous crash, they collided with each other, and broke down into smaller rocks.
After the dust had settled, I stared at the wreckage. Rocks were everywhere. I looked down at my legs and saw that I had a nasty little graze on my knee, where a bit of rock had shot into my skin, rather shallowly though. I squeezed the stone out gently, and then limped over to Paul.
'You okay?' I asked him.
'Great,' he said, and scrambled up, brushing himself. 'You got a hole in your skirt,' he observed.
'No shit, Sherlock,' I snapped. I mean, if he'd noticed, that meant he'd been staring at my ass. I shuddered.
I looked over at Jesse, who was shaking his head, looking like a war veteran.
'And you?' I said.
'I'm fine,' Jesse replied, but Paul and I both detected a definite danger in there. I gulped, preparing for anything. 'I told you to stay out of my fight, Susannah!'
'It was going to kill you!' I protested, forgetting the fact that we were all dead.
'No, it can't. Fights with those knights would not have resulted in death on my part, I would have kept fighting, like an immortal!' he yelled, striding closer to me. I'd intruded on his battle, thus, cramping his style. He wasn't taking it too well, was he?
'Well, sorry for trying to help, but you looked pretty pathetic there,' I retorted.
SLAP.
Well, I hadn't been expecting THAT. My hand flew to my turned face. It was searing. Jesse had just smacked me! Oh my God! I never knew it was THAT bad! My mouth was hanging open slightly in this vastly injured way. I couldn't believe it. This was way too much! He'd slapped me!
'Now, that's going to far,' Paul said angrily.
'Watch it, Slater, or you'll be next,' Jesse snarled.
'Hey, I'm not a little girl, De Silva, I can take you on any day,' Paul snapped. Now, whether that was implying that I was a little girl or whatever, I was jolted back to my senses, insulted in spite of myself.
'Well, FINE!' I said bitchily, 'Now, did I just whitewash those stoned losers for a reason, or are we going to stay here?'
Jesse and Paul, who were glaring daggers at each other, turned their heads to glare at me in outrage, seeing as I'd just accepted credit for defeating the knights all by myself. Well, it had been me, mostly. I'd got those last two to run into each other, and . . . yeah, well, Paul blew one of them up, but I did the rest. Jesse did nothing.
They both started arguing with each other again when I noticed that the door in which the knights had been guarding was down gaping.
'Uh, guys?' I asked, and pointed to the door. Jesse's dark Latin eyes extinguished from their fury, and settled down considerably. God, he was so HOT! Why did stupid Paul have to go and curse him, WHY?!
'Of course,' Jesse said, and pulled on his white top, tucking it in and brushing off the dust. Paul was smoothing down his hair hurriedly.
'Am I missing something?' I asked, 'you're acting like you're both going for job interviews, the pair of you.'
'No,' Paul said with an obvious nervousness in his voice, 'This is it.'
'We're going to see him,' Jesse said.
'See who?' I asked, 'Who are you talking about?'
They looked at each other.
'The Keeper of Souls,' they murmured together.
Whoa, that sounded heavy and official now, didn't it?
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Now REVIEW!!! Love you all to bits! (In a total non-gay way, *coughs!*)
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a.k.a. Lauren & Katie.