Disclaimer- Of course the great and wonderful Meg Cabot owns everything, not me. The plot line is my friend's idea and mine.
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I would just like to say that on behalf of me and my friend....thanks for reviewing! That was way cool of everyone who reviewed.
And now on with the story....
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I woke up in a completely different attitude than I had when I went to bed. This however, was because I now had a hand covering my mouth and I could hardly breathe. I looked up into the darkness to see if I could connect a punch with someone's face, assuming it was some angry or peeved off
ghost. Suddenly, my bedside lamp turned on, revealing the scariest face I had ever seen in my life. Paul. I screamed against his hand and tried to punch him with my fists as hard as I could, but to no avail. He simply laughed and laughed. Confused, and in slightly a state of panic, I bit his hand as hard as I could. Now, I don't like having Paul's blood in my mouth, but at that point I was desperate and would have done practically anything to get him away from me.
"Oww!! What the heck did you do that for!" He tried to yell, but his pain was causing his voice to go hoarse.
I tried to get up but he tackled me to the floor. Suddenly, I saw him pull out a small white cloth and a bottle with some type of liquid in it. He dabbed the cloth into the liquid and put it to my face. I was getting sick from the smell of it and when I glanced down at it, I saw the initials and I panicked. MDS. I looked up at Paul with wide eyes and realized what was happening. Jesse!! I thought as I tried to fight against Paul. Unfortunately, he had the better advantage and before I knew it, I slipped into an oblivion, unconscious of what was happening to me.
Jesse's POV :
Jesse!! I heard Susannah yell as if from a far off distance.
"Jesse? What's wrong?" Father Dominic's voice broke through my thoughts and I looked up at him stunned, from where I had been sitting.
I stood up. "I'm sorry, father. I have to go."
"Go? Go where? We were just getting into an interesting conversation about World War II...." He paused and then looked at me worriedly. "What's wrong?"
"Susannah." I said. "She needs me. She's in trouble. I have to go." I said again. "Goodbye father." I said. I dematerialized and rematerialized in Susannah's room. "Susannah, what's going...." I looked around the room. Susannah was no where to be found. "Susannah?" I asked, frantically looking around for any sign. Then I noticed it. The clutter on the floor....the mess that was strewn all over my dear querida's room. Something had happened to Susannah. Someone....had taken her. Paul. I thought to myself. I sneered and looked around once more, dematerializing. I had to find her....and fast.
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Well, that's the third chapter! Thanks for reading and now you've just gotta click that little purple button at the bottom of the screen....and don't worry......the chapters will get longer....I promise. :)
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I would just like to say that on behalf of me and my friend....thanks for reviewing! That was way cool of everyone who reviewed.
And now on with the story....
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I woke up in a completely different attitude than I had when I went to bed. This however, was because I now had a hand covering my mouth and I could hardly breathe. I looked up into the darkness to see if I could connect a punch with someone's face, assuming it was some angry or peeved off
ghost. Suddenly, my bedside lamp turned on, revealing the scariest face I had ever seen in my life. Paul. I screamed against his hand and tried to punch him with my fists as hard as I could, but to no avail. He simply laughed and laughed. Confused, and in slightly a state of panic, I bit his hand as hard as I could. Now, I don't like having Paul's blood in my mouth, but at that point I was desperate and would have done practically anything to get him away from me.
"Oww!! What the heck did you do that for!" He tried to yell, but his pain was causing his voice to go hoarse.
I tried to get up but he tackled me to the floor. Suddenly, I saw him pull out a small white cloth and a bottle with some type of liquid in it. He dabbed the cloth into the liquid and put it to my face. I was getting sick from the smell of it and when I glanced down at it, I saw the initials and I panicked. MDS. I looked up at Paul with wide eyes and realized what was happening. Jesse!! I thought as I tried to fight against Paul. Unfortunately, he had the better advantage and before I knew it, I slipped into an oblivion, unconscious of what was happening to me.
Jesse's POV :
Jesse!! I heard Susannah yell as if from a far off distance.
"Jesse? What's wrong?" Father Dominic's voice broke through my thoughts and I looked up at him stunned, from where I had been sitting.
I stood up. "I'm sorry, father. I have to go."
"Go? Go where? We were just getting into an interesting conversation about World War II...." He paused and then looked at me worriedly. "What's wrong?"
"Susannah." I said. "She needs me. She's in trouble. I have to go." I said again. "Goodbye father." I said. I dematerialized and rematerialized in Susannah's room. "Susannah, what's going...." I looked around the room. Susannah was no where to be found. "Susannah?" I asked, frantically looking around for any sign. Then I noticed it. The clutter on the floor....the mess that was strewn all over my dear querida's room. Something had happened to Susannah. Someone....had taken her. Paul. I thought to myself. I sneered and looked around once more, dematerializing. I had to find her....and fast.
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Well, that's the third chapter! Thanks for reading and now you've just gotta click that little purple button at the bottom of the screen....and don't worry......the chapters will get longer....I promise. :)