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Chapter 14: Invisible terrors
The air was so chilling. Never had I thought it would be this cold in this part of California. It was almost absurd. The air was cut with the sound of screaming and objects being tossed into the air and hitting people. Why the hell did things have to happen right when I don't want them to?
I mean, seriously. I'm standing between two hot guys who are basically waging a silent war because of me, the only thing I am sporting is the stupid hospital dress, and as I was thinking about the retched half man half animal, the stupid thing decides to show up!
ON MY TURF!!!
WHAT THE HELL?!!
"SUZE!"
I looked up to see Paul looking at me like I was nuts or something. What nerve!
"I spaced out." I admitted.
"Well, we kind of don't need you to do that right now." Paul fixed a steely gaze on me. "Suze, you have dealt with this thing before. We need you for this."
"Well what am I going to do, Paulie poo?" I asked, putting on this adorable face. "As you can see, I am kind of stitched up and casted out." I held out my arm and poked out my bottom lip. Yeah, I also had to have stitches on my lip. That wolf is going down. It was hard enough kissing Jesse!
"Well then you will just have to watch."
"What?" I exclaimed to Jesse. "And let you two have all the fun? Hell no!"
"Susannah, you will watch." Jesse stated flatly.
"I will do no such thing!"
Jesse turned on me, his eyes so unreadable I couldn't even see a spark of anything. So dark and pooling…
"Susannah, you listen to me, you will NOT be helping with the disposal of the beast. Do you understand me?" His hands were now digging into my shoulders. "Do you understand me, Susannah? Because God help me, I will lock you in this room from harm."
WHAT?!
"WHAT?!" I yelled, stunned. "Wait, you can't just go and do that! That isn't right!" I wrenched out of Jesses grip and turned to Paul. "Paul, he cant do that, right? He cant!"
Something flashed in his eyes. It looked like it was discomfort and confusion. But as quickly as I had seen it, it had disappeared. He swallowed and moved in front of me, gently holding me aside.
Why I was asking Paul for help, I don't know. I was pleading. Yes, I was pleading with Paul Slater. And he seemed like he was going to do something about all of this. I know, I am a brat and I'm stubborn. But, come ON! Wouldn't you want to get in on the action of fighting a werewolf? I mean, my first experience wasn't the best in the world, but hey, it was fun. I have to admit that.
Paul sided up in front of Jesse. Jesse seemed to be about and inch or two taller than Paul. But when they stood close, their eyes never left each others, in suspicion the other would make a move. What the hell had I brought on?!
"Jesse, man," Paul laughed. "you need to let Suze go. I mean, you are not her sitter, nor should you need to be. Suze is a big girl. I am sure she can take care of herself."
Most times.
"Slater, you forget how Susannah comes across trouble and sometimes finds herself in said trouble." Jesses voice was at a loss for emotion. Still. Flat. Creepy. "And in that trouble she most times gets injured. As you can see, right in front of you, she has been seriously hurt. I will not further the damage than it already is."
Damn, Paul, you better come up with something witty to get Jesse to change his mind!
But Paul just nodded his head in agreement and stepped back to stand beside me.
"What?" I gasped. "Paul, you cant just give up like this!"
"Suze, your dead boyfriend has a point." I greatly dislike this mongrel. "I agree that you mustn't sustain anymore injury than you already have. Besides, you are hurt so bad now the werewolf could catch up to you quickly and rip you to shreds. I wouldn't like to see that happen."
Yeah. Me either.
Wow. Paul's concerned.
Wait a minute…
HOLY SHIT! PAULS CONCERNED! TODAY IS THE DAY I BUY THAT LOTTERY TICKET!!
"You do know I'm not going to do as you say, right?" I said more of a statement than a question. But the way it came out, it sounded like a sentence.
"Oh yeah, I know that." Paul said as he walked behind me.
"Ok, so why are we standing up here arguing when we should be downstairs-" I broke off when strong arms wrapped themselves gently but very firmly around my waist, picking me up off the floor. "PUT ME DOWN, PAUL!"
"Slater, put her down!"
"No, Rico." Paul said otherwise. "You and me both don't want her going. And I know you know as well as I that she isn't going to listen to us. So, we are just going to have to find a way to make her stay put."
My eyes got really wide. Like buggy. Very unattractive. "Paul! What are you doing?" He didn't answer, but he didn't really have to. We were heading out of the door to the room across the hall.
Inside the room, he set me down on the nearest couch and went to a cabinet. Pulling out bags of what looked like chips and other snacks, he brought them back over to me and sat them on the couch close enough for me to reach.
"What are you doing, Paul?" I asked picking up a bag of Baked lays.
He turned and looked back to me. He didn't have to say anything. I didn't need to see his lips moving, and the words coming out.
I'm sorry, Suze. For everything. I never meant to hurt you, scare you or even attempt to wrong you in any way. Ok, maybe that isn't fully true. I did and still do want you. I want you in every way, and yes I am admitting that. Because it's the truth. And you deserve nothing but the complete truth, Suze.
I don't know what we're up against. And I don't want you to go through what you already have with this thing. Or worse. Even though I cant have you, I will not see you hurt or dead. Please, Suze. Please stay in this room. I don't want to have to mediate your ghost.
Oh, Paul, you don't mediate ghosts, remember? You send them packing, to me, or you exorcize them. As simple as that.
Not for you. Suze, I would never put you through that. I would never exorcize your soul, just because I didn't feel like putting up with you. You are more of a friend to me, even though you hate my guts and everything.
You, Father Dom, and Rico are the only ones who know of my powers. Powers of which you share, Suze. Rico hates me. Father Dom is a good priest, but come on, Suze, he doesn't exactly approve of my ways of going about mediating. And you. You despise everything about me. You hate me for what I've done to you and yours. You hate me for what I've threatened to do to your precious Jesse if you don't come to shifting lessons.
Suze, our shifting lessons aren't just lessons where you're learning. I enjoy being in your company. You are always interesting-never boring. You keep me hopping. I love watching you reading the old newspapers and books I hand you, when you learn something you thought could never be done. It's overwhelming.
I cant think of a more beautiful person. Inside…and out…
I stared after him. Dumbfounded, not knowing what to say or what to do. His eyes were pleading, almost sad. Maybe they were. Sad, I mean. I couldn't bare to look at him. But I did. As a matter of fact, I couldn't tear my eyes away.
"If something happens…" Paul paused. A certain sadness passed between us. I could feel it all the way down to my toes. "…know that I do love you. Even though I know you will never feel the same for me."
And then he left. Walked out the door, never looking back to me.
I looked down at my hands. They looked so old and worn. I was sixteen, and yet I was a hundred. I was strong. Physically. And mentally pretty much. But not always.
As I was thinking this, I heard something being put in front of the door to the little room I was in. Slowly, I rose from the couch and hobbled slowly over to the noise. Raising the blinds to the small window on the door, I saw Paul and Jesse straining to pull a soda machine in front of the door. Paul's muscles flexed and strained as Jesses bulged under his thin flowing shirt.
Placing a hand to the door, I watched the movement outside the door. I looked, with two pleading eyes at Jesse. He noticed me looking at him and his face softened from the rough and stern expression he wore before. I could see all of the love and passion he held, on his face.
"I love you," I whispered as a single tear fell from my eye.
"I love you too," He mouthed back, looking pained.
We were broken out of our staring trance by the sound of something shattering.
"It's outside! It's outside!" I heard someone yell.
"What was it?" A man asked running down the hall with another man dressed in doctors clothes.
"I have no idea. But whatever it is, its big and dangerous."
DUH. CANT YALL SEE THE DAMN THING?
Paul's POV
(P&P: I know, I haven't done any other POV's but Suze's. I'm trying something new. Plus, I cant have Suze where everyone else is. Don't worry. I'll come back to her.)
I looked over to De Silva from Suze's crying face. I couldn't stand to see her hurt. It was ripping me apart inside. But I had to push that away. Because if I didn't pay attention and concentrate on the problem at hand, someone or myself could get killed.
"What do you suggest we do now?" I asked.
Jesses brows furrowed as he thought. "We need to find the good Padre. He may have a solution."
I nodded. "Sounds good to me."
Outside of the hospital was a mess. Everyone was running around, wild and screaming. Trees aligning the sidewalks were carved from claw marks up and down their slim trunks.
"Looks like our boy had some fun, didn't he." I murmured to myself.
Jesse was looking around suspicious of every movement around. His eyes roamed around everything every where.
"Jesse, what is it?"
"Something seems a little…strange."
"Well, yeah." I laughed. "There is a werewolf on the loose. Werewolves are in stories and movies. They aren't supposed to be real."
"Well then how do you explain what's going on, then?" He bent down and picked something up.
Cooly I planted my hands in my pockets. "I don't know. Maybe some quack who messed up on a science experiment." Leaning down, I got a closer look at what he was studying in his hands. "What are you looking at?"
Lifting up the snow white hair in his hands he looked at me questioningly. "Who do we know with this color hair?"
A scream was heard from around the corner. I looked up and shouted, "Cee Cee!"
Running around the corner, with De Silva hot on my feet, I saw Cee Cee and Adam huddled together in a corner. Adam was holding onto Cee Cee protectively, putting himself in front of her.
I looked to Jesse. "Distract the wolf. I'm going to go help them." He nodded and ran off.
The next I knew, the bench nearest to the wall, hurled itself across the air and into the creature, knocking it to the ground and out of the way. I took this opportunity to run to the pair, huddled scared together.
"Adam, Cee Cee," I said out of breath. I didn't know exactly what it was we were going to do next. "We need to get out of here."
"What is it?" Cee Cees voice shook with undeniable fear. "I don't see anything. There's nothing there!"
"What are you talking about?" I was highly confused.
"There is nothing there! The only thing I see are things moving!" She was in hysterics. Possibly it was just her mind going crazy.
I turned to Adam. He looked more into the world than out like Cee Cee. "Adam, you can see the werewolf right?"
"Werewolf? Like in the movies?"
"No, I mean yes, but werewolf as in the one behind us."
"Werewolf? There is no werewolf." He looked at me like I was crazy or something.
"How in the hell can you not see-"
I snapped its neck, Paul. When Susannah was in trouble.
"Then it's a ghost." I breathed. I swore under my breath. No wonder Adam and Cee Cee couldn't see it. The wolf was dead and since they are neither mediator nor shifter they cant see it.
I looked at the pair. "Ok, you guys are going to have to trust me on this. There is a werewolf. You cant see it because it is dead. Now, I know this sounds crazy, but ghosts are real, and apparently so are werewolves. Suze and I can see ghosts, that's why I can see it and you cant."
What did I just do?
Cee Cee perked up a bit and stood up to me. "You're just like Suze?"
"Yes." I nodded.
"I believe you."
I smiled. She was so scared, and yet she could come out of it a little to inform me of her cooperation.
"Thank you."
From behind me I heard a growl. The snarling signifying the animals consciousness raised hairs on the back of my neck and a shiver down my spine. Slowly, I turned around. I heard Cee Cee behind me explaining everything to Adam.
Before me, the wolf stood, on his hind back legs, overpowering me and the small trees in height. When Adam exclaimed that he understood everything, the wolfs attention turned to the two behind me.
"Shh…" I hissed.
"What does it look like?" Adam asked.
"Suze, when you piss her off." I answered, my eyes never leaving the beasts. It was as if we were battling. But with our eyes. Waiting for the other to strike out.
"Well, that's not good." Adam breathed.
"Adam! Shut up!" Cee Cee fought back defensively.
"Sorry," He defended himself. "But you should see Suze. It's like she's going to bite your head off!"
"I am going to bite your head off if you don't shut the hell up!"
There was a pause. Thank God. Cee Cee shut him up for once. Maybe they were good for each other.
"Oh my God…" Adam gasped.
I couldn't turn to see what was the matter, but I heard the reason of his sound.
"What?" Cee Cee asked worried.
"You cursed…Oh my God! Cee Cee! You cursed! I'm so proud of you!"
The wolf snarled again and started moving forwards. Grabbing the shirt front of Adam and Cee Cees hand, I ran around the building, to find that my efforts were wasted. The wolf had rushed in front of us.
"What is it?" Adam whispered.
I dared not answer. The beast was pissed off enough. One wrong move, and we would all be mediated by Suze.
"Paul, I really hate how you despise being mediated by me."
(P&P: Sorry, but I must end this chapter here. So, how is it? Good? Bad? I want to hear your thoughts. I kind of don't know where to go with this at this point. I have an idea, but I need an idea from you of what you would like to read. So send in your ideas. I will consider all of them, and give credit where credit is due. Thanks. )