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For anyone is worrying, don't worry, there will be more Jesse later.
Now, I present to you Chapter 3….
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Suze's POV:
I sat there for what seemed like hours. Well, at least I had time to actually realize what I was doing.
I was at Paul's house. By myself. At Paul's house. All alone.
Damn.
I think he forgot about me here. Wait, that wouldn't happen. He is after all Paul. So, in that case, were the hell was he!!??
I finally saw the doorknob turn, and Paul came into the room.
"Where the hell have you been?!" I snapped at him.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down. There were a few… complications… in my plans." He replied in a mellow tone. It was at this point that I realized that Paul was being very cryptic today. Why hadn't I noticed that before? Whenever he's this cryptic, he's up to something evil. Damn.
"So you just want me to try this controlling minds thing now. But, what if it doesn't work?" I just really didn't want to try. I had a feeling I was going to suck at it, just like everything else. And I didn't need Paul having another thing to bug me about.
"I already told you, it's not that hard. I have a… friend of mine waiting outside." There it was again. That evil crypticness of his. "When she comes in just ask her to go answer the phone."
"But why-"
"That's the point. A ghost would never answer the phone and it won't even be ringing. That's how we'll know you succeeded."
Oh.
"So, let's try it then." I said in a very bland tone.
"Okay." He said. And there it was, that evil smile again. Annoying freak.
As I stood up, he turned around and walked out the door. Then the ghost materialized in front of me. She looked about my age, and an inch or two shorter. She was skinny and didn't look strong at all. Her hair was cut short at her shoulders and was a very thin jet black Her eyes were the same ice blue that Paul's were, but they were definitely not related, since this girl looked somewhat Chinese.
"Hi." She said, "I'm Jade. Jade Ridell"
"Hi Jade," I said, "I'm Suze." I figured I'd get right to the point. "Hey, could you go answer the phone for me?"
I tried, I really tried. She stood there taking it in, and I thought it might be working.
She looked thoughtfully at me and the plainly stated, "No."
With that she raised her hands, and sent me flying across the room and into the wall. Damn, so that's Paul's game. The weird part was, though, that she didn't push me physically. No, she shoved me telekinetically.
I stood up and looked her in the eyes. She really didn't seem like the violent type. Or for that matter, the powerful type.
I gasped with realization, as she attacked again.