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Neway, since you all reviewed I thought I'd make this chapter a bit longer.
I hope you enjoy it since I was up til half two in the morning to write this.
Remember, Suze is in bold.
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I jumped at her, knocking her to the ground.
What was he playing at?
"Paul, what-" However, I stopped when with another bang, a waterfall of rocks came crashing down.
Fuck! The rocks were falling freely now.
"Ssh," I tried to cover more of Suze's body with my own, in order to protect her of course.
…Okay. I was getting scared now. I mean, I didn't even know what was happening 'cause Paul was covering me.
"AHHH!" I screamed, as I saw something fall towards me.
I looked up to see why Suze was screaming and saw a rock pelting its way towards us.
My first instinct was to grab something strong to protect me. So I did.
I was still screaming as I hugged Paul so hard, I think I might've even broken a few ribs. If I could manage to get past all that muscle that is.
She was clinging on to me so I rolled us around, dodging the boulder.
But all too suddenly, it stopped.
My head was still buried in his neck.
What? It was a scary experience, alright?
So what if I'm a wimp. Wimps are cool.
…Well, okay maybe not, but shut up.
I looked down to Suze. "Are you okay?" I asked.
I nodded.
"Yeah," I croaked. "Uh yeah, sorry about…you know…"I nodded towards his chest, hoping he'd get the message.
"That's alright," I smirked. "I wasn't exactly complaining."
I felt myself redden. Okay ground, you can swallow me up now.
"So…uh, what stopped it? I asked, glancing at the rubble around us.
"I think it's more a question of who stopped it," said a strained but deep masculine voice behind us.
I turned around to see a lanky kinda man in brown bootleg trousers, white shirt and leather shoes.
He'd even topped the outfit off with a cowboy hat.
Oh yeah, he also had an orangey yellow glow around him. Meaning that, yes, he was dead.
He was practically the spitting image of Jesse. Minus the hat though.
I now saw why his voice was strained. He was holding two of the wooden sticks of the scaffolding and pushing them towards one of the walls, stopped the rocks falling and squashing us to death.
(a/n sorry if that's a bit unrealistic, I couldn't think of anything else)
"Get out of here," he shouted.
We just lay there.
H seemed a bit annoyed at our stunned and frozen bodies. I could see why though, I mean he was holding the weight of a whole wall just for us.
"Go on then. Run!" he yelled.
He didn't need to tell us twice-oh no, wait he did.
Erm ok, he didn't have to tell us the third time. I grabbed Suze's hand and got up, pulling her up with me.
I ran to the entrance-only to see it blocked with a wall of rocks.
Shit!
Fuck!
We needed to get out of there. By the look on the ghost guy's face it seemed as if he wouldn't be able to hold the weight any longer.
(Well, he also looked constipated but that is totally besides the point.)
"Paul…?" my voice was desperate.
She looked at me, as if waiting for me to come up with a solution.
Well sorry to burst anyone's bubble, but I didn't have one.
"I-can't-hold-any-longer!" the ghost managed to gasp out.
Even I could see that. The poor guy's arms were clearly wobbling under the weight of the wall.
He was already dead though. I wasn't. I wanted to at least reach my 21st birthday.
"Paul…?" I said nervously. "I think we should-"
SNAP. The sticks broke, and in the small time of a millisecond all the boulders same crashing down again.
"RUN!"I roared.
Duh! And then we started running.
I ran like my life depended on it (which I suppose it did). Dodging and jumping over rocks, I kept looking over my shoulder to see whether Suze was still behind me or not.
I could hear and feel the rocks chasing me. And shit, I was running like I never knew I could.
I was getting really tired by now, I'm telling you I had been running for quite a time, at a very quick speed nonetheless.
And out of nowhere, I fell. Hard.
Stupid rock! I cursed the cause of my fall.
I heard an unfamiliar thud behind me.
"SUZE!" I shouted, as I saw her lying on the floor.
…Great! My arch enemy gets to see me tripped over. He'll never let me forget that.
The boulders were coming fast now. If Suze didn't move in 2 seconds she'd be buzzard food.
"SUZE!" I yelled again. I ran back to her, yanked her up by the arm and started running again.
We ran and ran until…there was no where to run anymore. Seriously, there was just this big massive wall in front of us.
Oh God. I sighed. It was just my luck, wasn't it?
The rocks would be reaching us in about 5 seconds.
I scrunched up my shoulders, getting ready to die.
Looked down…and I saw…I saw a hatch!
I SAW A HATCH!
"Paul!" I said, nudging him in the side. He ignored me. "Paul!"
4 seconds.
"Not now Suze," I barked, irritated that she would interrupt me while I was trying to hatch a plan.
3 seconds.
"PAUL! LOOK DOWN!" I grabbed his head and pointed it towards the hatch.
A HATCH! A WAY OF ESCAPE!...2 seconds. I vent down and opened it
"No-Paul, do you really think we should-?"
Yes. I grabbed her and pushed her down….1 second.
I jumped.
-8-
For about 2 seconds I was falling. Then with a thud I was rolling. Rolling down a really bumpy slope.
And I didn't even know where I was going to end up.
"PAUL!"
We were rolling down the hill on our sides. And damn, it hurt.
I just about managed to hear Suze call my name, I saw her hand out of the corner of my eye and instinctively grabbed it.
The gesture stopped her rolling for a second as I rolled over her but then we were rolling again. This time with her in my arms.
We were nearing the bottom of the slope, where the ground levelled out. We'd be there in two seconds.
…If only there wasn't a big rock blocking our way.
It was as if everything registered to me in slow motion. I wanted to warn Paul but I couldn't.
I just watched as our heads crashed into the big boulder that lay in our way.
-8-
Ugh. So uncomfortable.
And my head was hurting.
I moved and opened my eyes. When had I closed them?
I could only look around since I was in too much pain to move. I was looking at grey walls and I could hear a slight dripping sound somewhere.
I racked my brains, or what I had of them, trying to remember.
Remember Suze, c'mon remember.
Trip…lead mine…Paul...crash.
Bits and pieces were coming back to me now. After the crash-what happened?
There was definitely rocks falling. And…a ghost? Yes, a ghost here. He tried to help.
So...so we ran. But we couldn't find way out coz some really stupid rocks were blocking our bloody way. Running…dead end …hatch…fall…roll…rock…crash… Paul? PAUL?
Where was Paul? I sat up, trying to ignore the stabbing blinding pain in my head. My eyes fell on Paul who was lying just a few feet away from me.
"P-p-p-paul? We're stuck Paul," but he didn't move or make any indication to let me know that he acknowledged my presence.
The Silent Treatment then, is it? God, was there ever a time when this guy wasn't annoying?
"Paul, get up." Still no movement.
I crawled over to him.
"You're being a right bastard, you know," I thwacked his chest, but when his eyes remained closed and he didn't even flinch, I got slightly worried.
"Paul?" I shook him. "Paul?" Harder yet. "C'mon Paul, get up."
I grabbed hid face and-ohmigod!
Ohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigod!
There was this huge trickle of bright red blood running down the side of his face.
Okay, so what was I supposed to do? Of course I screamed.
I mean, what if he was dead? Just my luck if the two hottest guys on the planet are dead.
You know, not that Paul's hot or anything-well he is but-I don't fancy him-I just think he's hott-butidon'tfancyhim!
Okay, you know what people, there could be a dead guy lying in my arms right now. Could we focus on that, rather than my love life?
I heard a shrill scream. It sounded distant yet still hurt my ears.
I grunted. It seemed as if that was the only thing I was capable of doing.
"Paul…?" I asked disbelievingly. Seemed as if his name was the only thing I could say these days.
I ignored whatever or whoever was disturbing me. I figured I'd sort them out later.
Oh man, it was hurting my head to even speak.
Ohmygod!
He just ignored me! How rude!
"PAUL!"
Urghhh! I wanted to go to sleep. Who was it that kept disturbing me?
Ignoring them didn't work, maybe if I tell the stupid person gently (since I didn't have any strength to shout) that I wanted to go to sleep, they'd listen.
"I…."
Why was it so hard for me to talk? Oh yeah, I was in total agony, that may be it?
Why was I in total agony, though? ……….
………
…….nah, still can't think of anything. Maybe if I went to sleep it would help?
Yeah, I think it would.
"I want…I want to go…." I licked my lips, and tried once more to get the words out.
"I want to go…"
Where did he want to go?
He looked like in that film, where this guy got shot and he was almost dead and he goes "I want to go…I want to go to heaven."
And then he died.
My eyes widened. What if that's what Paul was trying to say?
He groaned. I must say that would've turned me on if this wasn't a life or death situation. But it was. So it didn't. Turn me on, I mean.
I looked down at him. He looked disturbed, and his breathing was going slower.
ARGH! HE WAS GOING TO DIE!
I panicked! What was I supposed to do!
I racked my brains. Again.
Yep, lots of brain wracking going on today.
And then I remembered the sound of trickling water I had heard when I first got up.
I strained my ears, trying to find that sound again. I got up and tried to follow it.
When I finally got there, I realised I had nothing to carry the water with. So I had to run back to where Paul was , and get my bag, the one which had been breaking my back, throughout the trip.
I searched inside for something that could carry the water.
Purse? No, too small. Make-up bag? No way! We could be here for hours. God forbid. Pencil case? Yes. No way was I going to miss that. I opened it and chucked the contents inside the bag.
Then I ran back to the water thingy. The 'water thingy' was actually just a hole I the wall with some water coming out. After I'd successfully gathered the water I ran back to Paul (again) and tripped over a stone and (accidentally) spilt all the water on Paul's face.
I sat up abruptly, coughing and spluttering water.
Whoops?
What? Don't look at me like that. So what if I'm a little clumsy.
I looked down at Paul again, who having gotten the water out of his lungs, was almost unconscious again.
I cleaned a gash on his arm and then got a handkerchief from his front pocket and wrapped it around the injury.
Funny how Paul's never without a handkerchief or the smell of expensive aftershave.
I yawned. Great. Now I was worn out.
I really wanted to go to sleep… My eyes were slowly closing… I was drifting off… I slouched down.
But no! I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I had to find a way out of here. I couldn't let myself fall asleep. I couldn't give in to temptation.
"Paul."
"Hmm," he 'hmmed' in his sleep.
"Paul, get up, we've got to get out of here."
He rolled over on his side and wrapped his warm around my waist.
"Later," he murmured, still in his sleep. I found myself lying back. Hmm, maybe we could figure it out later. After all, it was really hurting me to keep my eyes open for so long. The last thing I could remember doing was closing my eyes.
Hmm, yeh, we'd get out of here when we woke up.
Little did I know how wrong I was.
I kinda rushed this chapter, cos I'd been putting it off for a long time and I knew I wouldn't be able to do it this week.
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