Alexis De Silva: Thanks for reviewing!
PoeticKiss: Nopes. No one knows how to fight the big bad monster guy made completely out of electricity...It's ok though. All will be fine.
Muzacgurl: Thanks for reviewing! Regarding the scene in haunted: OF COURSE you throw your arm around his neck and kiss back! I mean, hot guy plus a bed=make out. DUH! lol.
Sweet-Angel-Star: Thanks for reviewing MiniMediator!
Pens in Potatoes: Yeah, the site was down, it wouldn't let me review. Now that it's working, I plan on reviewing though.
Alda Rethe: Yeah, Jesse was trying to "help" by waking Suze up with a nightmare. His heart's in the right, it's his head that needs some fixing, I think...Oh well. He'll be good this chapter.
Clavel: Thanks for reviewing MiniMediator!
Ahhhh: Yeah, I know. I lost my flow for MiniMediator, so while it's complete, it's not complete. When I get some inspiration, the ending's gonna change.
Paul's POV:
Oh shit.
Thank God Suze wasn't hooked up to any machines. It was easier to get her out of there after the explosion. I handed Suze her shoes and we ran out into the hallway, where chaos ensued. Doctors and nurses were running around, not knowing what to do. Patients were moving towards the elevaters, and De Silva came running down towards us.
"It's that thing." He said in a hushed tone. Well, no shit. "It followed us here, or something."
"What kills energy?" Suze voiced. "I mean, I know water and energy don't mix, but what else?"
I racked my brain for something, but couldn't come up with anything. But Suze gave me an idea...
"What about the ocean?" De Silva asked. I snapped up. He had this glint in his eye that said he'd gotten into my head and voiced my plan to lure the thing to the ocean before I could. Damn him! "We just get it to go to the ocean, and then that would kill it, right?"
I nodded, and Suze looked at him like he was a genius. Yeah, a genius thief! "Ok, so to the ocean we go!"
"I DON'T THINK THIS IS WORKING!" Suze yelled as we sped down the highway. She was right. The thing wasn't coming after us, even after we'd gotten it's attention. I sped up, weaving between a big rig truck and a minivan. De Silva was in the back seat, Suze was next to me, and I knew we had to do something to get that thing's attention. I had to do something, for Suze. I mean, let's face it, I wasn't winning any boyfriend-of-the-year awards lately. Instead of protect her from that monster, she ended up in the hospital with a hole in her arm. And, even though she's gonna be fine, I still feel guilty as hell.
Just drive, Paul. Please, just drive! I swore I heard Suze actually voice, sounding so desparate, pleading almost, but a glance at her worried face told me she'd just thought it really hard.
"I'm driving Suze." I sent this thought to her, and she snapped her head up at me. I sent another thought. "Don't worry. I've got you, I'll protect you."
She nodded and stared straight ahead.
Suze's POV:
Distracting monsters sucks. Seriously. Jesse, Paul, and I threw things at it to get it to follow us, and nothing worked! He followed us a little bit, but not to the ocean. There was too much to destroy! Like buildings and people and all that good stuff.
We raced down the highway, doing ninety at least. I begged Paul to drive, just drive, silently, and he send me a thought. "I'm driving Suze. Don't worry. I've got you, I'll protect you."
I totally believed that everything would be OK. I really did. Just goes to show how naive teenage girls can be.
Jesse was very little help, surprisingly. He seemed like a take-charge kind of guy. But with the exception of one idea, he's done diddly squat.
Oh well. We'll all die together. Paul slowed down, getting his BMW to the exit for the beach. We parked, and ran to a small cave set off towards the highway. We sat against the back wall, Paul on one side of me, Jesse on the other, all of us breathing hard.
"So, I guess we wait until it gets here?" I asked, drawing my knees up to my chest. I realized I was wearing a hospital gown, and shivered.
Paul noticed and handed me his jacket. I pulled it on gratefully. "I think I have a blanket in the truck of my car." He said. "Do you want that, too?" He pulled my hand into his and said, "Jesus, you're cold as ice. De Silva, stay here, make sure she doesn't pass out. I'm getting the blanket."
Before I could protest, Paul was out, getting the blanket. Jesse watched me like a hawk, refusing to let me shut my eyes. "Susannah, I don't think I've properly apologized for the Shadowland incident."
My teeth clattered as I said, "It's ok. Really." Jesus, for California, it's freaking COLD!
"I really didn't mean to, querida." Jesse said, sounding all apologetic and stuff.
"It's fine!" I snapped at him. "Seriously. Let's fight this thing, then you can apologize all you want for the Shadowland fiasco."
"I'd hardly call it a fiasco."
"Don't argue with me, De Silva!" I said, getting up carefully and moving to another wall. Paul came in a few minutes later, carrying a big thick blanket. He didn't question why I'd moved, just sat down and wrapped me up.
"So, you always have a blanket in your car?" I asked through still- chattering teeth. Paul grinned and said, "Never know when or why you'll need one." I laughed weakly.
We all sat in silence for a few minutes, each of us in our own little worlds. At least, I was. My thoughts kept drifting from "Why the hell is California so friggin' COLD?" to "I wish life were normal. I wish it was just Paul and me, hanging out somewhere." to "I wonder what those two are thinking?"
Jesse and Paul kept giving each other death stares. Unfortunately, with my "I wonder what those two are thinking?" thought, I heard their thougts. Well, arguement.
Over me.
"Stop thinking about her." Paul thought. "That's all I ask."
"Well, how am I supposed to do that?" Jesse thought, sounding exasperated.
"Alright, reasoning doesn't work. How about force?" Paul thought back. "Stop thinking about her, or I'll hurt you." To emphasize his point, Paul's hands- ones that had been around me, stroking my hair- suddenly balled up. I was now lying with my head in his lap, fighting to stay awake. See, it was hard now, because I was all warm and cozy finally.
Listening to them kept me up though. I wondered why Jesse would be thinking of me, and what context he was thinking about me in. That part was somewhat obvious, seeing as Paul was using a very jealous tone. "Just stop thinking about my girlfirend when you're around me or her. Got it?"
Jesse thought something in Spanish- I'm going to assume it was bad, from the weird tone he used- and then switched back to English. "You think I'm trying to think about her? I only met Susannah a few days ago! I've been doing everything in my power to not think of her!"
Power...power is weird...It can mean more than one thing...It can be good, it can be evil...It'll probably kill us...
My eyes drifted shut and I continued to listen to the guys. They kept up their arguing until a loud crash alerted us. Jesse ran out side, follwed by Paul, who told me to stay put since I was in no condition to fight.
Suze Simon does not lay around, people. You know it, I know it, the monsters know it. I may have been feeling like shit, but that was no excuse for me to lay around while the guys had fun beating people up.
So I tried to stand. It didn't really work, and I fell over, smacking my head on the ground...
Blackness...
PoeticKiss: Nopes. No one knows how to fight the big bad monster guy made completely out of electricity...It's ok though. All will be fine.
Muzacgurl: Thanks for reviewing! Regarding the scene in haunted: OF COURSE you throw your arm around his neck and kiss back! I mean, hot guy plus a bed=make out. DUH! lol.
Sweet-Angel-Star: Thanks for reviewing MiniMediator!
Pens in Potatoes: Yeah, the site was down, it wouldn't let me review. Now that it's working, I plan on reviewing though.
Alda Rethe: Yeah, Jesse was trying to "help" by waking Suze up with a nightmare. His heart's in the right, it's his head that needs some fixing, I think...Oh well. He'll be good this chapter.
Clavel: Thanks for reviewing MiniMediator!
Ahhhh: Yeah, I know. I lost my flow for MiniMediator, so while it's complete, it's not complete. When I get some inspiration, the ending's gonna change.
Paul's POV:
Oh shit.
Thank God Suze wasn't hooked up to any machines. It was easier to get her out of there after the explosion. I handed Suze her shoes and we ran out into the hallway, where chaos ensued. Doctors and nurses were running around, not knowing what to do. Patients were moving towards the elevaters, and De Silva came running down towards us.
"It's that thing." He said in a hushed tone. Well, no shit. "It followed us here, or something."
"What kills energy?" Suze voiced. "I mean, I know water and energy don't mix, but what else?"
I racked my brain for something, but couldn't come up with anything. But Suze gave me an idea...
"What about the ocean?" De Silva asked. I snapped up. He had this glint in his eye that said he'd gotten into my head and voiced my plan to lure the thing to the ocean before I could. Damn him! "We just get it to go to the ocean, and then that would kill it, right?"
I nodded, and Suze looked at him like he was a genius. Yeah, a genius thief! "Ok, so to the ocean we go!"
"I DON'T THINK THIS IS WORKING!" Suze yelled as we sped down the highway. She was right. The thing wasn't coming after us, even after we'd gotten it's attention. I sped up, weaving between a big rig truck and a minivan. De Silva was in the back seat, Suze was next to me, and I knew we had to do something to get that thing's attention. I had to do something, for Suze. I mean, let's face it, I wasn't winning any boyfriend-of-the-year awards lately. Instead of protect her from that monster, she ended up in the hospital with a hole in her arm. And, even though she's gonna be fine, I still feel guilty as hell.
Just drive, Paul. Please, just drive! I swore I heard Suze actually voice, sounding so desparate, pleading almost, but a glance at her worried face told me she'd just thought it really hard.
"I'm driving Suze." I sent this thought to her, and she snapped her head up at me. I sent another thought. "Don't worry. I've got you, I'll protect you."
She nodded and stared straight ahead.
Suze's POV:
Distracting monsters sucks. Seriously. Jesse, Paul, and I threw things at it to get it to follow us, and nothing worked! He followed us a little bit, but not to the ocean. There was too much to destroy! Like buildings and people and all that good stuff.
We raced down the highway, doing ninety at least. I begged Paul to drive, just drive, silently, and he send me a thought. "I'm driving Suze. Don't worry. I've got you, I'll protect you."
I totally believed that everything would be OK. I really did. Just goes to show how naive teenage girls can be.
Jesse was very little help, surprisingly. He seemed like a take-charge kind of guy. But with the exception of one idea, he's done diddly squat.
Oh well. We'll all die together. Paul slowed down, getting his BMW to the exit for the beach. We parked, and ran to a small cave set off towards the highway. We sat against the back wall, Paul on one side of me, Jesse on the other, all of us breathing hard.
"So, I guess we wait until it gets here?" I asked, drawing my knees up to my chest. I realized I was wearing a hospital gown, and shivered.
Paul noticed and handed me his jacket. I pulled it on gratefully. "I think I have a blanket in the truck of my car." He said. "Do you want that, too?" He pulled my hand into his and said, "Jesus, you're cold as ice. De Silva, stay here, make sure she doesn't pass out. I'm getting the blanket."
Before I could protest, Paul was out, getting the blanket. Jesse watched me like a hawk, refusing to let me shut my eyes. "Susannah, I don't think I've properly apologized for the Shadowland incident."
My teeth clattered as I said, "It's ok. Really." Jesus, for California, it's freaking COLD!
"I really didn't mean to, querida." Jesse said, sounding all apologetic and stuff.
"It's fine!" I snapped at him. "Seriously. Let's fight this thing, then you can apologize all you want for the Shadowland fiasco."
"I'd hardly call it a fiasco."
"Don't argue with me, De Silva!" I said, getting up carefully and moving to another wall. Paul came in a few minutes later, carrying a big thick blanket. He didn't question why I'd moved, just sat down and wrapped me up.
"So, you always have a blanket in your car?" I asked through still- chattering teeth. Paul grinned and said, "Never know when or why you'll need one." I laughed weakly.
We all sat in silence for a few minutes, each of us in our own little worlds. At least, I was. My thoughts kept drifting from "Why the hell is California so friggin' COLD?" to "I wish life were normal. I wish it was just Paul and me, hanging out somewhere." to "I wonder what those two are thinking?"
Jesse and Paul kept giving each other death stares. Unfortunately, with my "I wonder what those two are thinking?" thought, I heard their thougts. Well, arguement.
Over me.
"Stop thinking about her." Paul thought. "That's all I ask."
"Well, how am I supposed to do that?" Jesse thought, sounding exasperated.
"Alright, reasoning doesn't work. How about force?" Paul thought back. "Stop thinking about her, or I'll hurt you." To emphasize his point, Paul's hands- ones that had been around me, stroking my hair- suddenly balled up. I was now lying with my head in his lap, fighting to stay awake. See, it was hard now, because I was all warm and cozy finally.
Listening to them kept me up though. I wondered why Jesse would be thinking of me, and what context he was thinking about me in. That part was somewhat obvious, seeing as Paul was using a very jealous tone. "Just stop thinking about my girlfirend when you're around me or her. Got it?"
Jesse thought something in Spanish- I'm going to assume it was bad, from the weird tone he used- and then switched back to English. "You think I'm trying to think about her? I only met Susannah a few days ago! I've been doing everything in my power to not think of her!"
Power...power is weird...It can mean more than one thing...It can be good, it can be evil...It'll probably kill us...
My eyes drifted shut and I continued to listen to the guys. They kept up their arguing until a loud crash alerted us. Jesse ran out side, follwed by Paul, who told me to stay put since I was in no condition to fight.
Suze Simon does not lay around, people. You know it, I know it, the monsters know it. I may have been feeling like shit, but that was no excuse for me to lay around while the guys had fun beating people up.
So I tried to stand. It didn't really work, and I fell over, smacking my head on the ground...
Blackness...