Chapter 17 my story is invisible in the state of Michigan. Can you others see this?
Rachel paced around the room impatiently. "So, do you know when this is gonna happen?" Cassandra asked. "No. But it has to be soon." "How do you figure?" Tymmie asked. "It's been at least a few months since Jimena defeated him. And he can't stay much longer inside of me without having to move onto another body." "How do you know that?" Still pacing, she began speaking with her hands.
"That's just the way it works. He was near death when he found me, and his health is diminishing every day that he stays. And it probably wouldn't bother any other wizard because they could just find another body, but in Gerard's case, since he needs my body, he wont take chances. So my guess is that it's definitely gonna happen soon." Stanton drew back with a confused face.
She stopped for a second. How did she know all this? "Maybe it's because since he's inside my mind and he's so weak, he's unintentionally giving off his powers to me." She shrugged. Tymmie tilted his head. "Okay, so...this isn't gonna be that hard." Rachel spun on him, "What makes you think that?" Tymmie spread his arms. "Well, When he threatens to kill you, not only will Stanton already know what he has planned,
"You'll also know that since Gerard apparently does need Rachel's body, then why would he kill her?" Her jaw dropped. "Of course." Serena came away from the wall. "But wouldn't he realize that we'd figure it out?" "True. I think maybe he might put it on someone else too. Someone he doesn't need." Cassandra said, and tossed her head to get the hair out of her eyes.
"Well in that case, all odds point to..." Tymmie didn't finish, but he didn't need to. All heads turned to Serena. She bit her lip. "So...what are we gonna do about this?" "For one thing, I think you might be needing someone to watch you for a while." Cassandra suggested. "Oh! You mean like a body-guard? Never! Not for me!" "Rachel," Stanton said rationally. She turned to him.
"You need to have someone around to keep you safe. A week at the latest." She moaned, groaned, but no matter what she said, she couldn't make Stanton agree. Next thing she knew, she was sitting in her room, hands in her lap, angrily waiting for the first shift. The door knocked, and she replied politely, "Come in." The door opened, and her eyes widened at Collin.
"You're the first shift?" She asked incredulously. "Yep." He said, and put his hands in his pockets. "Why?" "I was free." He explained. "So, what do you want to do?" She shrugged. "I don't know, maybe I can count the carpet flowers." Collin sighed. "Look, I'm just supposed to watch you, not put you under house arrest." She sighed back. "Sorry. It's just that it's been a while since I needed someone like this."
Collin nodded, and sat beside her on the bed, and his shoulder brushed hers, making her tremble. "So, what can we talk about?" She thought a moment, then came up with her favorite subject. "Love," she said with a broad smile. He smiled back and nodded, "Okay. What kind of love?" Her smile broadened. "Any kind. How about how you fell in love with Jimena?"
He chuckled. "Okay. Well, I guess it pretty much started a few weeks after I first met her. I watched her, noticing how tough she was, and that she wasn't afraid of anything." She stopped him, "Except for losing her loved ones." He nodded. "Except that. Anyway, after I realized I liked her I started to follow her around. After a while, she told me about herself. The day after that, we kissed for the first time...and it goes from there."
She smiled. "That's so sweet." He blushed, then said, "What about you? Were you ever in love?" Her smile faded, and she played with her fingers. "I'm sorry." He said. She shook her head. "Ben was an initiate. I crossed him over. He got to like me after a little while and...I thought things were going great until..." She stopped to swallow. "One night, in the Dungeon..."
She was dancing wildly, the white dress riding up her legs. She laughed innocently at the guys staring at her, and kept on dancing. She flipped her hair, then got off the floor. She grinned at her brother's attentive face, and Cassandras blushing one. They were like brother and sister too, but the love on Cassandra's part was real. Stanton smiled, and put an arm around her. Her face turned from cherry, to scarlet.
Rachel glanced around, looking for Ben. Suddenly, he entered, holding another girls hand. Her chest tightened, but she assured herself it was just a friend. He kissed the stranger, then led her to the make-out corner. Rachel's eyes widened, and she looked worriedly at her brother. He put a hand on her shoulder, and she rushed to see what was happening.
She looked over, and there was Ben, his hands underneath the strangers halter. The girl licked her lips, and rubbed her lower body to Bens. She demanded an explanation, but instead, the girl took out a twenty from her top, and grinned. Then, Ben savaged her lips. Rachel's fists clenched, ready to punch, but she was too late. Stanton suddenly came up, and began punching the life out of Ben. It nearly killed him, and she never saw him again.
A tear ran down her cheek, but she wiped it away. "I'm sorry." Collin said again. "It's fine. It feels better now." She looked down, and sighed.
Rachel paced around the room impatiently. "So, do you know when this is gonna happen?" Cassandra asked. "No. But it has to be soon." "How do you figure?" Tymmie asked. "It's been at least a few months since Jimena defeated him. And he can't stay much longer inside of me without having to move onto another body." "How do you know that?" Still pacing, she began speaking with her hands.
"That's just the way it works. He was near death when he found me, and his health is diminishing every day that he stays. And it probably wouldn't bother any other wizard because they could just find another body, but in Gerard's case, since he needs my body, he wont take chances. So my guess is that it's definitely gonna happen soon." Stanton drew back with a confused face.
She stopped for a second. How did she know all this? "Maybe it's because since he's inside my mind and he's so weak, he's unintentionally giving off his powers to me." She shrugged. Tymmie tilted his head. "Okay, so...this isn't gonna be that hard." Rachel spun on him, "What makes you think that?" Tymmie spread his arms. "Well, When he threatens to kill you, not only will Stanton already know what he has planned,
"You'll also know that since Gerard apparently does need Rachel's body, then why would he kill her?" Her jaw dropped. "Of course." Serena came away from the wall. "But wouldn't he realize that we'd figure it out?" "True. I think maybe he might put it on someone else too. Someone he doesn't need." Cassandra said, and tossed her head to get the hair out of her eyes.
"Well in that case, all odds point to..." Tymmie didn't finish, but he didn't need to. All heads turned to Serena. She bit her lip. "So...what are we gonna do about this?" "For one thing, I think you might be needing someone to watch you for a while." Cassandra suggested. "Oh! You mean like a body-guard? Never! Not for me!" "Rachel," Stanton said rationally. She turned to him.
"You need to have someone around to keep you safe. A week at the latest." She moaned, groaned, but no matter what she said, she couldn't make Stanton agree. Next thing she knew, she was sitting in her room, hands in her lap, angrily waiting for the first shift. The door knocked, and she replied politely, "Come in." The door opened, and her eyes widened at Collin.
"You're the first shift?" She asked incredulously. "Yep." He said, and put his hands in his pockets. "Why?" "I was free." He explained. "So, what do you want to do?" She shrugged. "I don't know, maybe I can count the carpet flowers." Collin sighed. "Look, I'm just supposed to watch you, not put you under house arrest." She sighed back. "Sorry. It's just that it's been a while since I needed someone like this."
Collin nodded, and sat beside her on the bed, and his shoulder brushed hers, making her tremble. "So, what can we talk about?" She thought a moment, then came up with her favorite subject. "Love," she said with a broad smile. He smiled back and nodded, "Okay. What kind of love?" Her smile broadened. "Any kind. How about how you fell in love with Jimena?"
He chuckled. "Okay. Well, I guess it pretty much started a few weeks after I first met her. I watched her, noticing how tough she was, and that she wasn't afraid of anything." She stopped him, "Except for losing her loved ones." He nodded. "Except that. Anyway, after I realized I liked her I started to follow her around. After a while, she told me about herself. The day after that, we kissed for the first time...and it goes from there."
She smiled. "That's so sweet." He blushed, then said, "What about you? Were you ever in love?" Her smile faded, and she played with her fingers. "I'm sorry." He said. She shook her head. "Ben was an initiate. I crossed him over. He got to like me after a little while and...I thought things were going great until..." She stopped to swallow. "One night, in the Dungeon..."
She was dancing wildly, the white dress riding up her legs. She laughed innocently at the guys staring at her, and kept on dancing. She flipped her hair, then got off the floor. She grinned at her brother's attentive face, and Cassandras blushing one. They were like brother and sister too, but the love on Cassandra's part was real. Stanton smiled, and put an arm around her. Her face turned from cherry, to scarlet.
Rachel glanced around, looking for Ben. Suddenly, he entered, holding another girls hand. Her chest tightened, but she assured herself it was just a friend. He kissed the stranger, then led her to the make-out corner. Rachel's eyes widened, and she looked worriedly at her brother. He put a hand on her shoulder, and she rushed to see what was happening.
She looked over, and there was Ben, his hands underneath the strangers halter. The girl licked her lips, and rubbed her lower body to Bens. She demanded an explanation, but instead, the girl took out a twenty from her top, and grinned. Then, Ben savaged her lips. Rachel's fists clenched, ready to punch, but she was too late. Stanton suddenly came up, and began punching the life out of Ben. It nearly killed him, and she never saw him again.
A tear ran down her cheek, but she wiped it away. "I'm sorry." Collin said again. "It's fine. It feels better now." She looked down, and sighed.