If you promise not to kill me, I'll continue this story. So, basically what I'm saying is… I'M SO SORRY! Please forgive me. I know it's been about two moths, but as soon as summer was over, school started and I became so busy! I even made the volleyball team and I don't get home until late. So I'm going to try to get back in line with this story.
Drum roll please…
Finally, Chapter seven…
I did a full 360 and saw nothing.
"Are you scared? Are you scared of a little girl like me is going to kick your ass?" I tempted the ghost.
"I wouldn't be saying that if I were you. You really don't know how strong I am," The killer said.
I laughed. "Come on out and prove yourself then."
I felt something hit my back and the next thing I knew, the ground came up to meet my face. The side of my head hit the ground and I tried not to scream in agony. I used my arms to push myself up and I moved parts of my face around, nothing was broken. Good. I may have a nice bruise later, but I could deal.
I stood up all the way and turned around. I saw a tall dark haired man. He was a few inches taller than I was and his eyes looked like the color of death, if that is a color. I saw his arms were built with muscles, big muscles. He wore dark jeans and a white shirt.
He smirked at me. "This will be interesting."
"So… you're the killer. Interesting. I was expecting something a little different."
"What were you expecting?" He stepped towards me.
"Someone a whole lot smarter," Immediately I raised my foot and kicked him in the place where the sun doesn't shine.
He swore very colorfully then and doubled over. I then kneed him in the face and tried to punch him in his stomach, but he grabbed my hand. The ghost killer stood up and laughed. His hand slowly started to turn my hand.
I yanked my hand away as my wrist started to hurt. I took a couple steps away. He disappeared and appeared right behind me. His hands grabbed my arms and he lifted me off the ground. I kicked at him and tried to scratch him, but he threw me 10 feet away, into the benches.
I screamed as I hit the bench. My entire side hit the hard cement. I tried to stand up, but I couldn't. I saw him walking over towards me. Come on, Suze. Get up. Get up. You know you can beat his ass. He's a dirty fighter, he just cheated! But the pain was too fierce to even move.
I knew then that I was in trouble. The ghost came and bent down at my side. "I see you were just as easy as the rest of them were to kill. Goodbye Suze, I hope you enjoy the afterlife."
He raised his arm back getting ready for the kill…
I closed my eyes and heard, "SUZE!" It was Paul's voice.
My eyes snapped open and I saw the fist. It hit my cheek. I screamed in pain and rolled on to my stomach as if to try and shield myself from him. Then the ghost killer was yanked by some force, away from me. Then Jesse came into my view, along with Father D. Jesse tried to lift me up, but I screamed again. My arm was broken maybe some ribs too.
Jesse touched the side of my face and said, "I'm so sorry Susannah. I'm so sorry…"
I blacked out.
Ok, I officially hate that ghost. I mean, anyone who blacks out is considered a wimp… right?