jESSiNESS-Geez, ya think so? I don't know, I don't really like the plot line though. I think I might change it. I donno.

Angel From Fairyland-Hahaha, well, there probably will be lots of J/S fluffs, well, hopefully so...but not in this chappie. I think I'll do it next chappie. Sorry. And don't worry, we're all weird here, welcome to the club!

moovalous3-Well, you're not gonna find the answer in this chapter, probably the next one. Sorry. But this is gonna be another step claser to the mystery.

Smiley-Freak :D-Really? I guess I should, I'm not sure if I have enough time to write. But I'll make time.

jerseygrl-I luv getting review! Jump around.

Pens in potatoes-I don't know, I don't really like the idea, but it's interesting. I don't relaly even know what's gonna happen. I'm not one of those plan ahead people. I think as I'm writing. That's probably one of my biggest flaws in writing.

UnangelicHalo-Haha, perfectionist. I don't think I made any mistakes this time. Well, hopefully not.

flonshoe-Oh don't worry, I wouldn't do that. I just don't want to make Jesse soooooooooo perfect. I don't think I'll disapoint you. Hopefully not. But don't worry, I won't make Jesse bad or anything. I just don't really like those goody-goody stories.

GATORCHICK007-Ha ha, you say that in everyone of my reviews.

Alenor-Yeah, I did, but that only makes it more interesting, doesn't it.

Thank ya'll for reviewing! Anyway, on with our story. Oh yes, I had to finish it really fast during computer time at school, so I didn't SP check.

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"Father D!" I ran toward a body lying in the hall. It was bleeding, like it's just been shot. I hoped it wasn't too late. No, it can't be too late. It just can't.

I felt a pair of arms coil around my arm.

"Stop Suze. It's a trap. You can't go any further."

"What are you talking about, Paul!" I cried. "Can't you see Father D is in trouble! We need to help him!" I sobbed angrily at the body lying on the ground. Not moving at all. "Paul! He need help! He could be died." That's something I would never want to think about. But you have to, when death so close.

"But Suze, you might be putting your own life in danger." I felt Paul's grip tightening at I struggled a little more.

"Paul! We need to help him! Can't you see, he's hurt!"

"Yeah, I can see that. But you'd be putting your own life in danger to save him." I stopped for a minute and looked up at Paul. He looked serious. He wasn't joking at all.

Then, suddenly, I felt him letting go of me.

"It's your choice."

It's my choice. To live or die. For Father D.

I wanted to leave. To run, but somehow I couldn't. I can't just leave Father D here. He knew too much, he mattered too much.

I ran toward Father Dominic's bloody body, lying there, not moving. I ran, it felt like I ran for miles, but the hall just gets longer and longer.

I finally couldn't run anymore, and collapsed. Then, I noticed, Father D was right in front of me. He was covered with blood. Blood, the only thing that I hated so much. "Father D."

I saw him twitch. I sign of life. Maybe I wasn't too late. Just maybe, I could save him.

"S-s-s-" I looked down at Father D, his mouth trying to form something, to say something. "Susannah."

"Y-yes?"

"L-leave. Leave now, it's a t-t-trap. Leave and d-don't come b-b-back." I put my hand in his old wrinckled, wise hand.

"What?" I sqeaked.

"G-get out." He muttered.

"No! No! What are you talking about! I can't leave you here! I can't do that!" I concentrated my mind, and tried to dematerialize.

"H-he's too strong. You need to leave now."

I couldn't dematerialze, it's like the power source had been blocked out. "Don't worry Father D. I'll get us out."

"S-s-s-suze, listen to me. You need to g-go."

"What? Father D. Where's Jesse?"

But before Father D could answer, I felt a pair of hand tighening around me.

I gasped for breath.

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"Susannah Simon?" I slowly opened my eyes. Shuttering against the bright light, that penitrated my eyes.

"What happened?" I squirmed.

"Well, we still don't know yet. The police are still questioning Mr. Slater."

That's right. Paul. He told me not to go. Father D told me to leave. And then, a pair of hands grabbed me, and choked me. I couldn't breath.

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"Suze."

"Damnit! I knew it! It was a ghost! It tried to choke me to death. Stupid good for nothing ghosts." I hissed, but not loud enough for all the doctors and nurses to hear. "It tried to kill me. And Father D."

"No Suze."

"What! I was sure it was a ghost. Normal people just don't do that! It's just ot normal!"

"It's not a ghost."

"Who is it then? Only a ghost can do that? I'm telling you! Ghost just have some grudge against us mediator. They're out to get us!"

"No. It's not a ghost. It's one of us. It's a mediator. A shifter."

My blood froze in my vains.

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Ooo, isn't that sweet. A shifter out to kill mediators. Ha!

Anyway, here's a preview of the next chappie:

I froze. The mediator encircled us.

"Who-who are you?" I found these works slip out of my lips. I gasped. I was so dead.

"Who am I? Who am I? Hahahahaha!" The bitter laugh. "My name is Hector De Silva."

I squeaked. But that was impossible, because the real Jesse was standing next to me. . .

Haha! Don't you just love that? Please review!