Okay, this is going to jump around from person to person...more than likely only Suze and Jesse. I wrote this in Spanish today...so it will probably stink...oh well.

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"Mercedes, have you seen Susannah?" She looked up at me from her bed that she had all her homework spread out on.

"No. But I talked to her earlier. She said she was going to the mall with Kat and Slater." I still cringed whenever I heard that name. She laughed.

"What?" She smiled and shook her head. "What?" I said again. She sighed. "You're too clingy, Zorro."

"Am not."

"Are too. What do you think you are? Her Guardian Angel?"

"Not anymore." I said automatically, thinking of all those times that I had saved Susannah when I was a ghost. Mercedes looked up at me with a confused expression on her face. She didn't know the whole story. Not enough. And I wanted to keep it like that.

"Well, whatever you say, De Silva." She said as she looked back down at her French homework.

"I am not clingy." I muttered as I shut her door and walked back into the living room, and slumped down on the couch.. I looked over at the clock. 5:30. Wow. Almost a whole day, and I hadn't had to go get Susannah out of some dangerous situation that she always seemed to get herself into. Something had to be wrong.

Gosh, maybe Mercedes is right. I am too clingy.

I eventually went to sleep, but woke up when I heard footsteps. "Where are you going?" Mercedes looked at me. "Um, no where."

"You're lying."

"Am not."

"Yes you are."

"How do you know?"

"Because, being around someone like Susannah all the time, it very easy to tell when someone is lying." She sighed. "Fine. Tad called and he wanted me to meet him at the mall." I groaned. She rolled her eyes. "Jesse just because you don't like him, doesn't mean-"

"Well excuse me if I think it's weird that my little sister is going out with my girlfriend's ex boyfriend!" She laughed. "I'll be back later." I nodded and slupmed back down on the couch. 7:00. Still no Susannah calling me to come help her. Something had to be wrong.

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Okay, that was SO uncalled for. I tried to sit up, but was stuck under the nimerous things that Marcus had thrown at me.

"Suze!" I heard Paul scream, but it was too late. Marcus had thrown yet another thing at me. Gosh, I already had a broken arm! Now, I was really going to look bad for the dance!

"Like I've said, Miss Simon. You have cheated death for too long."

"Why are you doing this?" I managed to squeak. He laughed. "You ruin my life, I ruin yours." Man, that line gets old very fast. Actually, this whole trying to kill me for something I just happened to get in the middle of gets old fast too. I thought Jesse like, killed him or something. What did he do?

"In my day it was called a bedevilment...your intervention had a rallying effect on Mrs. Fiske and the other three lives Marcus Beaumont took. They have banded together and will not rest untill he has been punished for his crimes... he will be a broken man."

Okay. Whatever. Jesse's like Yoda. He's cute and all, but you don't understand a word he says.

I guess it was kinda stupid that I thought he was dead. I mean, he wasn't glowing and people could obviously see him since they were running.

And obvioulsy Mrs. Fiske didn't so a very good job. Omigosh! What did he do to her? Well, I guess it wasn't like he could kill her...again. That would suck.

Ow! What the?

"Miss Simon! Are you listening to me?" Oh, Marcus. I forgot he was here.

"Yeah...um no."

"Wrong answer!" Something else came crashing down on me. Oh my freakin GOSH! Would someone stop running and screaming and call the cops?

Nope. Guess not.

He smiled as he came closer to me. "I'm so sorry, Miss Simon."

"No you're not!"

"Yeah. You're right." He hit me.

And then, I was out.

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"And in other news..." The news reporter said. I wasn't really listening. I was petting Spike and trying to read a book I had to read for school.

"-at Carmel City Mall." Wait, what? I looked back up at the screen and saw hundreds of people trying to run out of the mall. Wasn't that where Mercedes and Susannah were? I turned the volume up.

"Witnesses's descriptions have led us to believe that he's Marcus Beaumont. Marcus was suspected in the murder of Abagail Fiske who was killed a few years ago. He disappeared about a year ago, but-"

My heart fell. I was almost too scared to listen to the rest, but I knew I had to.

"He's believed to have a hostage still inside with him." That did it. I ran out of my door and sped all the way to the mall.

I searched through the crown of people. And then I saw Mercedes.

'Mecedes!" She ran up and hugged me when she saw me. I looked up from her and saw Paul, Kat and Tad.

"Where's Susannah?" No one spoke. Then Paul said. "Jesse, she's-" He looked back over at the mall. I glanced back over at Tad. He couldn't meet my gaze. He knew. He had to. I continued walking with Mercedes closely at my heels. I saw Mrs Ackerman sitting in one of the ambulances. Mr Ackerman was talking to one of the police officers.

I looked nervously back at the mall. I couldn't help her this time.

"Get back!" I heard one of the officers scream. Someone pulled me back. I fell to the ground. I heard and explosion. I looked back up and saw that half of the mall on fire. The smae part of the mall Susannah was in.

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"Oh, my head." I felt heat as I sat back up. I looked up at Marcus. "You are one twisted fruitloop."

He smiled. "I try." He grabbed my arm. "Come on." I let him pull me along, I didn't even fight him off. I was just way to confused. "Wait. Why did you start a fire if you are not leaving me here to die but are actually, in a twisted kinda way, saving me?"

He laughed. "saving you? No. I started the fire as a distraction." Crud. But he had one little flaw.

"What are they going to think when they don'f find my body?" He stopped and nodded to something behind me. I gasped when I saw it.

"Who is that?"

"No one important. But by the time they get in here, that body will be all burnt up. They'll think it's you." Okay, he is seriously twisted. And then I thought of something else.

"What about Heather?"

"The ghost girl?" I nodded. "I needed help finding you and knowing your weaknesses. Know that I know, I don't need her."

"What did you do to her?" Not like I cared.

"Miss Simon. enough with the questions." He tugged me harder. That's when I realized. He was kidnapping me!

"No." I pulled away from him. "Miss Simon.Now."

"No."

"Look, I don't want to kill you now and have to drag you out, but believe me, I will. So move."

"I said no."

"That's it. I have had enough of you." He pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at me. He pulled the trigger. And then, I was being pulled to the ground.

"Susannah? Can you hear me?" I opened my eyes. I was lying in a hospital room. "Good you're awake. Thought we lost you again there, Suze."

"You know I'm hard to kill, Lucy." She smiled. It's kind of sad when you know the nurses and doctors so well.

"You sure do get get in to trouble alot, don't you?" I nodded and laid back on my pillow.

"You feel like having a visitor?"

"Depends on who it is." Thinking of Tad.

"I don't think you'll mind." When she said that, I knew who she was talking about.

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"You couldn't even keep out of trouble for a day." I said as I walked into her hospital room. She rolled her eyes. "Not my fault, Jesse." I leaned down and kissed her. "No. It's not, querida." She blushed like she always does when I call her that. I sat down beside her and put my arm around her.

"How did they get me out?" She asked as she rested her head against my chest.

"They figured it out when they went in and couldn't find you." She looked up at me when I said that. "but he put someone else's body in there so they would think it was me."

"It didn't have enough time to burn. So the ykept walking and heard your voice. Never thought I would actually say that I am so happy you never shut up." She smiled and laid her head back on my chest.

"I love you, Jess."

"I love you too, Susannah." I was about to kiss her, when the phone rang. She groaned and raised up from me to answer it.

"Don't you know that I was about to ki-" She trailed off. "Oh." She said quietly. She stared down at the floor. "Where are you?"

"Querida-" I started, but she raised up her hand to silence me.

"Why can't you?" Her emerald eyes were filling up with tears. She hated crying. I knew it had to be something very bad to make her cry. "Of course I will. Okay. Bye." She hung the phone up and continued to stare at the floor.

"Susannah?" She started crying harder. "Querida. Who was that?"

"Jesse." She said as she turned to face me. "That' was Father Dom."