The Mediator: Changes- (Based on the mediator series by Meg Cabot/Jenny Carroll)
YOU GUYZ SOOOOOO ROCK!!!!!!!!!!! Here's another chapter, specially made just for you! ~ Chels
Chapter 24: Blast from the Past
(*flashback*)
"She killed me, because he asked her to... but she was under a spell or something... then she woke up from the 'trance' and tried to kill him, but he ended up killing her instead." Paul explained, "When she died, her ghost went back into the trance and she's like his slave and.... evil..."
"DID NOT!" Susan protested, " Am not!"
"And you?" I asked Juan.
"Guilty" He said simply, a smirk spreading across his face, "And loving every second of it!"
(*End Flashback*)
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(JESSE'S P.O.V.)
I never thought I'd be helping Paul Slater... but I am... I guess he helped me too though, he gave me his life, willingly or not. So I guess I owe him anyways. "So, you want revenge?" I asked Paul. We had escaped the graveyard from the dance and managed not to have 'Evil Me' or 'Evil Suze' follow us to my house while still allowing 'Non Evil Paul' to keep up.
"Not exactly," Paul answered, "I want to save her, you know Susan, from that curse". He looked truly sad, "She's still after me..." he said after a moment, "Juan told her to kill me in life, now he's told her to kill me in death, and to make sure that my soul gets no rest for all eternity... All he wants is a good laugh, it would be alright if it was just at my expense, but at Susan's too? That's where I draw the line." Suze looked shocked and in my mind I heard her whisper 'He really did care?'.
"We'll help you." Announced Suze. It's the least we can do Jesse, he gave you his life, She said through the MC (*mind connection*) . I know, I answered back.
"So, how do we break this curse mumbo jumbo thing?" I asked. Paul gave a relieved smile.
"We need blood. His and hers, or someone like them..."He answered. I knew what that meant, he wanted our blood to do the 'un-doing' of the curse. I looked at Suze, she nodded her head slightly as a sign of approval. I found a knife and some small containers that we could throw away later. Me and Susannah each pricked a finger on the knife and let the blood run into the separate containers. "How much do we need?" Asked Suze, it was evident how effected she was by this whole situation, she looked on the verge of crying.
"Not much." Answered Paul, and after a moment he announced "that's enough."
"Now what?" I asked impatiently. He was taking a long time to say anything.
"Now we need candles... some red wine... some string... salt... and... what was it..." Paul said, trying to remember, "... Paper and a pen, of course... and... oh, yeah, some cinnamon and sugar..."
Weird ingredients, he must have made this up himself... "Okay, give me one second, while I get everything" I said, "Suze, there's some paper and a pen in my book-bag, could you get that?" She shook her head 'yes'. I felt so bad for her, I just wanted to take her in my arms and hold her, tell her that everything is going to be alright, that I will make sure of it, that I promise.
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Suze's P.O.V
While Jesse went to go get the random things that Paul listed, I talked to Paul, and tried to think why I felt so badly. It's not like we deprived him of life all together he still had a life, he still had some girl to chase after and some guy to hate for liking the same girl... the only difference was that he sounded so much- sweeter...
"So, you really love her don't you?" I asked quietly.
He pressed his lips together and closed his eyes before answering, "With all my heart, and soul and being... Every morning, noon and night... Every sunrise, every sunset, every time I look up into the sky and see the stars and the moon... Every blade of grass reminds me of her, every butterfly too, and...every everything... I...I do..." he said it quietly and with so much passion that it caused me to hold my breath unconsciously for a few seconds. I saw that at the end of his statement a small tear rolled down his cheek. Identical to the one that had rolled down my own in the middle of his statement .
"Wow." I said, "That was beautiful...but, I think we need to get working so we can get Susan back for you and you can tell her that yourself." He nodded. And with that, we began writing the counter-curse:
Candles burn in a circle round
Red Wine spilled for lost lives found
Salt purifies, loosens curses ties
Cinnamin spice, Sugar nice
With this we undo the curse
With this we offer the reverse
With this we plead for wrong made right
By chanting here upon this night.
In exchange for one so sweet
We offer the evil that performed this feat.
Juan go down, Susan rise
With this we chant unbind your unjust ties
Send your unmeant burden to the skies
When Jesse came back we were all ready to perform the 'ritual'. Paul removed two pictures from his pocket, one of Juan and one of Susan and began to set up for the 'de-cursing' of Susan.
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Sorry for all the 'cliffhangers' but I think it adds suspense... so yeah... more later... I think I like the more emotional, sweet side of Paul... Don't you? ~Chels