I know it's short but you'll be updated on the story anyway. heheh, tnx.

Previously...

."How come it had to be Suze? She's young, she's only 16 and you tell her this!" Suze's mother, Derbora Simon Ackerman erupted at the shaking doctor Wilcox.

"It pretty much shocked us all at first. It's something new. A breakthrough in diseases." The blonde doctor Wilcox announced.

Deborah Simon rolled her eyes in a heated manner and tempted to lunge the doctor even if she was now bound in a wheel chair but Andy's grip on her was firm.

"Look, doctor…. Whatever, Just shut the hell up already okay?" Andy said viciously at the insensitive doctor.

"Good Morning, I am Doctor De Silva..." He introduced as he came in the conference room.

Dr. Wilcox gave him a thankful look.

"I have a proposal on how to help the situation of Susannah..."

"Yes, we must make the most of her condition and grant her a new beginning, what do you say?" Wilcox cut in, in a desperate attempt to look good.

"What are the risks?" Andy asked curiously.

"Yes, and what do you want in return?" Deborah asked suspiciously

"Watch it punk." The unsightly bald man bellowed at me.

"What are you going to do about it?" I demanded.

"This." He threw a punch aimed at my nose but I immediately caught his flying fist with my palms.

"You're going to regret that." I warned lightly.

"Oh, Yeah?... owwwww..." He squirmed as I twisted his fist around. I smiled cruelly at his screwed up face then proceeded to do a round house kick targeting his face. My foot drove him to the ground and I stepped on his back as if I just concquered new America.

"Listen up, you don't just let a girl like me do frickin push-ups for a hundred times! That's frickin sadistic! You masochistic ego balloon!"

"It wasn't me, I swear it was..." He trailed of.

"Him" He croaked out as if he just saw this "Him" walk in and yes, cliche me this, there he was.

His precious Jessienes...

He chuckled darkly at me which made me release the man under me who crawled to HIM's foot as if begging. However, his Jessieness just ignored his stupid whimpering pet.

"What are you going to do about it?" He challenged me. I admitI was scared. Trembling. Peeing on my pants. Teeth chattering and yet... I feel so so seduced... his pretty dark eyes glistened with something so secretive and inviting that it scares the hell out of me but makes me want to find out... to jump at him and... ahem... kill him. Grrr. yeah, meow.

He walked towards me, holding something that makes me scream: Yeah boy!... naughty.

His staff... he was holding his staff which he constantly twirls.

I was stuck. I couldn't run. I felt like my feet was glued to the ground.

See Suzanne isn't really a tough girl, at least not obviously. Especially when it comes to HIM...

"SIMON" He called out sternly in his stiff military voice which if used on you, could make you jump of a cliff. I swear he is that commanding. Even after a few years he still has that affect on me.

Then there was a loud slap. A sound I truly hate.

I awoke immediately with the usual drill.

I stood ubruptly, saluted and boomed out. "Sir yes sir" with that far away look that makes me concentrate more.

"Simon! You, tell me the 12 top American Poets who were exiled in Europe." Commodore Dewery commanded in a tone that makes you wonder if he's a masochist or a sadist. I swear to God if I ever dream about anything with this guy in it, I swear, I'd loose hope.

I recited the twelve poets unblingkingly at his ugly face that was looming over me.When I was finished, he didn't seem satisfied. He didn't see me squirm. He fired off a lot of questions and I shot them back, the venom in my voice couldn't be less disguised.

"Who wrote the screen play for Voltaire'sCandide in the early90's?" I racked my brain... This wasn't in the lesson. I glared at him, wishing he'd just drop dead. "I don't know sir." My voice cracked as I admitted this. "What was that, Simon?" He asked. His features looked lighter, almost happy. Damn him. "I don't know, sir... God!" I sreamed at his face but the last part was a low whisper. "What did you say?" It was so obvious that he was enjoying this, watching me squirm...

I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes and scoffed unattractively at his face. "Goddammit, Dewery! Can't you be anyless of a Dick head? God!" I called out exhasperately. "Be mature about it! Take it like a man!" Life would be simple wouldn't it? But no, I had to rely on my imagination to put him off instead I just answered frankly. "I said I don't know, Dewry, enlighten me" With that he threw a pocket knife to the wall behind me, but not before it scraped a part of my neck, The knofe was planted tp the wall with a joicy "thump"

"That's it. You're getting it now. Out!"

That's where I found myself infront of Him.

This chapter's just a teaser heheh just to say, I'm still alive. heheh.

This Chappies dedicated to Starlight reader, she supported this story when I thought it was useless. Just tell me what you think, you can suggest, you can flame me (not brutally though. It's against my emo)

Hei, I'll be having a new account. Watch for it. I'll be posting "Pre ordained Seraph" remake under it and maybe the other ones too. Who knows?

Luv,

L.J