You reviewers are seriously the best encouragement anyone could have. I don't deserve to have you, but I'm glad I do. When is Jesse coming into the story, you say? Soon, my children, Soon. This is Chapter Two. (Acknowledgements are down the bottom of the page)

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Dark eyes swept across the landscape, taking everything in with a single glance. When he started to move his feet, they moved in slow shuffles and if he could go any faster, he knew he would. But the stinging in his leg muscles was not ignored, and thus, slow would have to do for now.

He knew he had to find her. His beautiful Sonya – the woman that had captured his heart and gave him her own. He would find her again, if it meant for him to search the whole world with his slow, sloth feet.

A smile spread upon thin, pink lips as he thought about the slowness of his arrival. They said that they revitalized him as soon as possible. But he knew with technology today, in 2015, that that was a bunch of lies. They were afraid of him, he knew, and what he could do to them if he was awakened too soon.

The awakening at this time – three years after he had been shot – had been bad enough. He had sat up after wheezing the first breaths of his new life and demanded for Sonya. When they did not comply by bringing her to him, he commanded them to energize his new body to full power. They did, but not without telling him the side effects of the power machine.

Like the sloth feet, he thought still chuckling at his stupid joke. The machete that was strapped onto his back glistened in the sunlight as he approached the new conurbation: Metrohell.

"Metrohell? That's the most lamest thing I have ever heard!" Paul said, with a slender eyebrow raised as he gazed at me from above the papers in his hands. I rolled my eyes and sighed, Paul was reading my newest creation – One Step From Death.

I guess I forgot to mention my writing career. Once I had finished working at the supermarket as a manager, I demoted myself and gave into becoming an author. Working at the Supermarket was my part-time job. Paul said that ever since I had bought a laptop and started to read more, I had real potential in becoming one.

An author, I mean. Not a laptop.

I could so imagine that hitting the headlines… no, television. Susannah Simon, the WALKING, TALKING new LAPTOP! That would be so funny. Not that it ever would happen because becoming a laptop is definitely not on my 'Achievement list.'

The top thing on my so-called imaginary 'Achievement list,' would have to be getting a new wardrobe – literally a wardrobe, not clothes as the saying suggests. The other top thing would be to finish 'One Step From Death.' Other than that, I could imagine nothing else.

I jolted back to reality. I seemed to be drifting off a lot lately, something to do with lack of sleep, maybe? I never really got much sleep, Paul and I always went to nightclubs, stayed the night, got drunk etc… Sometimes we went for a good old movie at the cinema, some through the drive-through one's. But other than that and our jobs, I spent most of my time inside.

"Shut up." I replied, after what seemed to be an eternity of Paul's exclamation.

Paul put his head down to read more. I had only added a small scrap onto the end of the writing he had already read. It went like this:

Metrohell; it seemed to be the new capital of the Devil base. Although he was not among their kind, the evil presence here let him through. They knew he was much more powerful than there forces combined. Only the ruler of their kind could match up to skills as great as his.

That was not to say that he was evil. No, the reawakening just forced his powers to adapt at a greater level. He knew where to find Sonya once he stepped into the place – she was held captive in the largest tower of the castle. Where he would soon find Oryon, as well.

With reassurance that the machete was still equipped onto his back, Zane spread his large, white angelic wings and flew up to the tallest tower, ready to fight for the angel he loved.

Paul had obviously finished reading the prologue. He looked a little dazzled. "Zane is back?" He asked, surprised. I grinned, Zane died of a gunshot wound in the last book – Angelic Demise, while saving Sonya's life from the evil forces that Oryon had set out to destroy them both. Oryon wanted Sonya to himself, you see, and he would stop at nothing to get her.

The triangle of Sonya-Zane-Oryon seemed to remind me of the Susannah-Jesse-Paul triangle. Although I doubted that Jesse suddenly had large, white wings or would someday come back to life, I had based Zane on the ghost I loved. Although Zane was a ruthless fighter, Sonya was a martial arts master with looming, purple wings and Oryon was Satan's spawn: like I once thought Paul to be. Although Paul could never really be evil.

"So," Paul stated after I had nodded to his previous question, "When is Oryon going to kick their arses?" Despite how much he adored Sonya in the books, Paul's favourite character was Oryon. I laughed at this.

"Eventually. You'll have to wait until I write him into the book first." Paul did a good job pouting, I just rolled the emerald eyes of mine – they are more like grass, I would say, but my friends call them emeralds. My eyes, I mean.

I glanced over at the clock. The large hand was pointing to 9 and the smaller one was pointing to 1. It was almost two o' clock in the afternoon and we both hadn't gotten out of our pyjamas yet! This was sort of usual; Paul and I hardly ever awoke earlier than 10:00 in the morning. I was happy that most of the time I worked late shifts at the market and being an author, you didn't have to wear any type of uniform: you could do your job in your pyjamas if you wished to.

Paul found the object that withheld my gaze and shook his head, grinning. He stood and walked over to the threshold where the lounge-room ended and the kitchen started. He picked up the white, cordless phone that we had added to the apartment and asked me before dialling: "Pizza or Maccas?"

"You can't order Maccas on the phone – Dufus. Get dressed and we'll go pick up some fish and chips." I stood myself, taking the Prologue to my story with me and turning on the stereo, which started to belt out 'Sum 41' one of my favourite bands. The Hell Song was the first on the play list so I sung along with it, dancing as I did – I knew every word to that song.

"Yes mom." Came the reply over Fat Lip, the next song that played, but Paul went off to get dressed despite his comment. I rolled my eyes for the third time that day; it seemed that I was Paul's only motivation. That, and the prospect of getting food.

I slipped into a pair of Capri pants, some sneakers that were left outside and a bottle green halter-neck top that CeeCee bought me; it 'matches my eyes' as she so eloquently put it. I had a little trouble finding Paul's car keys – yes, it was official; Susannah Simon could drive a car (after trying and failing to get her licence 14 times beforehand.) but still, she must use Paul's car – but Paul eventually found them on the kitchen table, conveniently exactly where I had left them before.

I hopped into the silver BMW; I shoved the keys in the ignition and started to reverse back out of the driveway slowly. Paul, who was not yet in the car, started to holler out curses at me, and other things like: 'Wait up' or 'Suze, don't do this again.'

Paul knew I was just playing around with him. Once I was on the road, I parked the car and waited for him to run up to it. It took him four minutes before he actually came down to meet me but once he did, it seemed to be his turn to roll his eyes. He did so before letting out a whole load of mocking words. Once he was over, however, I twisted the key again and started up the engine. Then we were off.

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Ahh… Another Stupid, Pointless chapter. It was a quick update. Jesse will be in the next chapter… assuming that this new person IS Jesse, that is.

Flonshoe –Thanks for being my first reviewer. I love your complements and I hope you like this next chapter.

Alda Rethe –Cool name, I don't know what it means though :D Medium just rocks and Paul is such a sweetie in this fic… I write him that way -O

Saphiregreen –Haha… Your story rocks. I beg your pardon… I have SO read Twilight. Lmao. I go for both P/S and J/S. I just have NO idea what this story is going to turn into though. Thanks again for your review. You shall not be dissapointed.

∞ Isa ∞