Disclaimer: I still do not own the Mediator series or any of its wonderful characters. Also, I got the idea of controlling other people with though from a book by Stephen King, Firestarter (great book, you all should read it).
Someone mentioned in one of the reviews that I didn't accept anonymous reviews and I feel stupid for asking this…… but…. uh… how do I change that??
Now on with Chapter2…
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Suze's POV:
"I knew you would come to me eventually." Paul said, smiling evilly. Is that even a word?? Well… it is now. We were sitting on a couch somewhere in the depths of his house, and he kept moving closer to me.
There was this little voice inside of me that was screaming: You moron!!!! What were you thinking!!!!! Why did you go to him!!!!! You know he is an evil bastard!!!!!
Great, now even my voices hate me.
"You don't seem happy Suze. It's De Silva, isn't it??" Hit the nail on the head. I looked away from his eyes. Damn him. "I knew it. Why does that cowboy always have to ruin my moments with you?!!"
I was glad this was annoying him as much as it was. "For your information, we are no longer together." I said coldly. Paul's malignant smile returned to his face.
"Oh…" he said, "Now I get it. Mr. De Silva breaks up with you and in pure rage, you want to spite him. So, you come to me." That seemed about right, but I was so not telling him that. "I'm beginning to like this position a little more."
Uh oh. That was not what I meant.
"Let me comfort you." He said, as he began to move closer and closer to me. This was not good. I was so not in the mood for his crap today.
I pulled away from him and slapped him. Hard.
Paul stared at me shocked. "No," I lied, "I came here because you told me you could teach me more about being a shifter."
"Oh." Paul said, sounding disappointed. "So, were do you want to begin."
I actually thought about this for a moment. "Why don't you tell me about him?" I said pointing Biker Bob, who was standing at the door.
"Oh," Paul said, sounding pleased, "He is bound to serve me. Forever." And there was the malignant smile again.
"What do you mean…. forever?"
"It's one of our many powers. Ghosts are at our mercy. We can compel them to do anything." He looked at me as to say: Haha, I'm smarter than you. Haha.
He continued, "All you have to do is ask them. And add that to a little forceful thinking to it and there you have it."
I was still confused. "What do you mean by forceful thinking?"
He still had that, I'm better that you look, on his face. "You need to know that it is going to happen in every part of you. You need to concentrate on the ghost doing what it is you ask of them. You force the thought towards the ghost." I hated the way he made it sound easy. To me it sounded like a lot of work.
"Ya know what," He said, "You wait here. I have the perfect ghost you can try it on."
He started to get up and leave. Part of me was happy he was leaving. The other part was thinking, great now I'm going to have to do this "thinking" thing.
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