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Ok so here is the newest chapter, sorry it took so long but I'm really in need of inspiration and I haven't gotten any playlist to keep it coming, please, someone, just cooperate. I'm really getting desperate here.

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So, now that that's done, I will proceed to give out the WARNINGS: I am not entirely satisfied with this chapter, in fact, it's the one I most dislike from the beginning of the story, it doesn't have much Paul and is mainly orientated in to give out a bit more details of Cory and her life, there are mentions of some illegal material and it's transportation, you are as always allowed to criticize this chapter as much as you like, I am at your side on this one but this is a vital chapter for the REAL drama and the existence of these artifacts is also indispensable for it. I'm open for any questions and insults you may have in mind.

Chapter 14: Shadow

I stomped off just about a quarter of the way towards home, of which, only half of that I did seeing absolute and furious red. Paul was such an…

-"Idiot". I sighed, stopping in a random corner and passing both my hands in my undone hair. I was so confused. One minute I would feel guilty for even staring at Paul the wrong way and the second, I was just about ready to consent man slaughter. But most importantly, I didn't know what to do with him.

God, can't you just make him go away? I covered my face with my hands, despair flowing inside me as I sat on the slightly wet bench there, right next to a bus stop sign. Which immediately reminded me of Paul

I will take that as a no.

I sighed again as a let my head hang miserably, only sheltered by the long mahogany curtain of hair from any by standers. What was I supposed to do now? I laughed one bittersweet laugh as a thought crossed my mind: and to think a week ago everything was so normal.

It was wake up, go to school, hang out with Amber and her friends, go back home, do chores, homework, shower, go to bed and repeat. And I liked it that way, at least I was in control of my life, at some level. I just, couldn't handle Paul.

I liked predictability, surprises and odds made my head hurt and my hair fall off, I never handled well the "maybe's" and I never bet when there is the slightest chance of losing. Everything is logic and I liked things that way. But Paul, he was the most unpredictable, erratic, illogical and bipolar thing I've ever come across with. He reminded me of a schizophrenic 5 year old on sugar high.

And the way he looked at me…

"I. Love. You… so deal"

Deal? I thought bitterly, the only way I could think of dealing with that involved a couple of muscled men in white uniforms, restraining jackets and a cushioned room. For Paul and all his creepy friends. But I couldn't do that. They weren't crazy, no matter how much they looked like it.

So I was left with what?... avoiding?

I couldn't do that either, there was no way he would just stand around with me running away. Besides, I didn't want to run anymore, Paul had proven that to be of no use, and I couldn't say if he wouldn't just barge in my house once he got too desperate. He'd promised he wouldn't but… I didn't know.

And I needed to know, I needed to understand him. It was so important now that I couldn't think of anything else, there was something wrong with Paul, more than that personality disorder and that sudden fixation towards me, it was something greater, darker…

I laughed at myself as my hands began to shake, I was scared of it. Or I was scared of the truth. I got up from the bench and looked up to the gray cloudy sky.

-"I need time"

I shoved my trembling hands in my jean pockets and started my walk back home again. I had time, Paul had said he would be busy the whole week after school, I wouldn't have to see him yet… I had time.

The moment I stepped foot on my front yard I felt as if I had returned from a trip in another dimension. Reality struck me as I walked inside my house and saw my family there. Mostly my sisters' staring that made me remember just how creepy this whole morning drama with Paul had been.

My mom was ok though, but I was still stuck with doing the lawn, since I'd 'Bailed' out of my other chores, that was the least I could do. Thankfully it wasn't raining yet.

When I was done with the back lawn I sighed and looked up at the sky for what must be the tenth time that day, it made me feel better I guess. Not so trapped.

As I lowered my eyes to the floor, I noticed something interesting.

The roof on my house was very low.

I walked towards the house, curiously cocking my head to a side as I wondered. I stopped just under the edge of the roof and extended my hand to touch it, and failed by far. It'd looked lower from a couple of feet away but…

It still wasn't too high.

So after I cleaned up after myself and put everything away in the garage. I pretended to go to my room and walked out thru the back door, peeking back in every couple of seconds to check if the coast was clear.

I walked to be just in the corner of the roof edge and started jumping a little, not really trying to reach it but flexing up, trying to loosen up my muscles first. I stopped jumping when my fingers brushed the tip of the ceiling.

I smiled to myself, looking around one more time as I backed away from the house. To take a full run back. I jumped as I reached the house again, grabbing a firm hold of the rough edge I planted my feet on the wall, impelling me to do a back flip and land crouched on the roof, with just the softest thud.

I giggled as I carefully crawled higher, my heart thumping against my ribcage almost painfully. I sighed as I rolled to my back, sprawled on the wet ceiling. I felt so free…

-"Cory!"

I screamed as I heard Leo call my name, thus making me jump, thus making me slide down, roll and finally get a hold of the edge as half my torso hung in the air, coming face to face with both Leo and Vicky.

I griped the edge and slowly started to pull the rest of my body down, never taking my eyes off my baffled sisters. I hung from the roof a couple of seconds while they both recovered from the shock and then let go, landing neatly in front of them.

I bit my lower lip after a moment of awkward silence. Leo shook her head, as if clearing her thoughts and gasped: -"¿Estabas en el techo?" (Were you on the roof?)

I bit my lip a little more as a looked away innocently. I was expecting a lot of threats but, I only got silence. I turned to face them curiously to find them smiling wickedly at me.

-"¿Podemos subirnos tambien?" (Can we go up there too?) Vicky asked, just about the time Salvador came out running with a big remote control toy truck.

-"Cowy, can yu hewp me?" Salvador glanced up at me, eyes wide as he handed me the truck and a bunch of batteries. I took both and stared from the little dark headed boy to my two demented sisters.

I started pulling the used batteries out when Leo took the toy truck out of my hands and Vicky took hold of Salvador: -"¿Entonces? ¿Nos subimos o que?" (So? Are we going up there or not?)

I gaped at them, not knowing what to say until Salvador chipped: -"¿A wonde?"(Where?)

-"El techo" (The roof) Leo stated so matter-a-fact, not even sparing him a glance his way. Salvador, of course, was completely cool with the idea.

I gave my sisters a scolding look as I pointed at Salvador's smiling face. They both shrugged, waiting for my answer.

I glared at them, crossing my hands over my chest: -"No"

-"We'll tell dad"

I glared harder at Vicky, how could such an innocent looking creature be such a conniving and manipulating demon?

-"Fine" I hissed, starting to reach over the spot I'd jumped up on. The three cheered happily to be hushed by me, pointing towards the inside of the house where our mother must be. They shut up and then giggled silently, approaching me with excited faces.

-"Leo tu primero" (Leo you first)- I said, holding on to Vicky's hands together with mine to make a little step for Leo to climb on, Leo gave me a mortified look, I sighed:- "Necesito que tu subas primero para que me ayudes a jalar a Vicky y Salvador" ( I need you to go first so you can help me pull Vicky and Salvador up)

Leo thought this for a minute, then nodded and getting a good hold of both Vichy's and my shoulder, got on our intertwined hands and grabbed on to the ceiling as I started to lift her to stand higher and then plop both her feet on my shoulders. Leo yelped as she felt the sudden change but I couldn't let a 8 year old carry her, so now, she wobbled until she finally started to crawl on the roof. I exhaled with relief after her weight left me, rubbing my shoulders subtly. Damn she was heavy.

Leo looked around from up above with a thrilled smile. I made some hand movements to get her attention, she looked down at me as I tried to whisper yell the quietest possible:- "Agarrate bien, te voy a pasar a Vicky" (Grab on tight to something, I'm going to pass Vicky up to you)

She nodded and shifted a little, lying down on her stomach as she extended her arms down towards me. I kneeled down and signaled Vicky to climb on my shoulders. She sat on them, holding at my hair for stability. I shook with silent laughter, this making Vicky pull harder on the chunks of hair she'd imprisoned. I bit my lips together and slowly got to my feet, for both my and Vicky's sake.

Leo got a hold of Vicky's dainty little hands but she was still to stretched out to pull her up without risking coming down. I sighed:- "Wait"

I was completely against this, I mean, they were kids and if they fell off, it would be my fault. Sure, I was exaggerating, I wasn't one to say anything about reckless behavior, it seemed as if everything I'd been doing this whole week was stupid. Paul on top of that list. And we'd all climbed on higher and riskier places than our midget like house. But one glance down to Salvador's brilliant smile, and I wasn't so sure about anything anymore.

I inhaled deeply as I grabbed on to Vicky's stick like thighs and pushed her up to stand on my shoulders, my arms screamed at the excessive stress I was putting them under and quivered shakily as Leo pulled Vicky on the roof and helped her climb to safety.

My heart was acting up again, a little layer of sweat appeared on my forehead to be instantly wiped off by my forearm. Leo and Vicky stretched her arms down, waiting for me to hand them little Salvador. I clenched my jaw as I felt tiny hands pull my own eagerly. One last deep breath and I picked the baby boy and held him up over my head; my arms protesting again as I used my technique, bucked my bones in place so that the only way that my arms would fail would be if the bones there snapped in half.

My sisters worked fast and in a second they had a giggling toddler in their arms.

-"Shhhh" I whispered up to them, while secretly giggling happily inside. There, I said to myself, seeing Salvador smartly crawl away from the edge to sit on a solid space, no need to freak.

I nodded:-" Ahora vayan mas arriba, voy a subir" (Now go up higher, I'm coming up)

They all nodded down to me, which was sort of funny because they did it at the same time and their hair looked kind of crazy from my angle but I kept my cool and took some steps back to take impulse. They all looked down at me with strange eyes. I closed mine for a second and then went to join them

I jumped; I kicked the wall, flipped over and landed gracefully crouched in front of them. Another shocked second of silence.

And then they burst into laughter.

I laughed along them as I felt adrenaline torch my veins; I rolled on my back again and breathed deep, admiring the immense gray sky. This felt so good.

-"Cowy is juz like Manuel"

My laughter died as well as Leo and Vicky's, Salvador smiled at me, holding on to his toy truck and remote tightly. I blinked as my eyes stung, feeling dry. Ignoring my sisters looks I smiled back at him as I breathed:-"Yeah, just like him"

More silence.

Then, as the air seemed to thicken. Leo came to the rescue. She shifted to sit next to me, smiling. I sat up as I recognized that smile she wore. Maybe silence was better.

-"Y… ¿quien era el hombre?" (Who was that man?)

Silence was definitely better.

I pulled my knees up to my chest as Vicky squealed and inched closer, I could almost see her gossip vein pop in her forehead. Salvador just stared between us, confused. Oh the innocence of that child.

-"Su nombre es Paul" (His name is Paul) I said simply, trying not to fidget as my nervousness kicked in. Damn it, I'd barely achieved to get that Neanderthal out of my head and they just had to put him back in there. I wasn't ready to think of him yet.

My sisters giggled, and not just any giggle, I miserably recognized it as 'boy' giggle. I squeezed my knees with panic. What had I gotten myself in to.

-"Y… ¿Que paso?" (And…what happened?) Leo urged, still smiling with mischief. I opened my mouth to speak and then a sudden memory hit me.

"… but until then, expect to see me around a lot more."

Then he smiled and moving inhumanly fast, planted a chaste, burning hot kiss on my cheek.

I shut my mouth, opened it again: -"A… fuimos al restaurant donde estaban los demas y el nos ayudo con el trabajo" (A… we went to that diner everyone else was at and he helped us with our project)

-"¿Solo eso?". (Just that?) Leo asked, both disbelieving and disappointed.

Another round of images hit me again:

Paul forced his gaze on mine, digging fiercely thru, searching for something in my eyes, debating over something crucial for what felt like an eternity.

Then suddenly, that well built barrier, held up for my sake, in his brown eyes crumbled down, his eyes darkened into a deep coal while a light grew in them, making him truly glow as he whispered:

-Because I love you…

I nodded:- "Si, solo eso" (Yeah, just that)

Leo and Vicky sighed with theatrical disappointment, both at the same time, shoulders sinking, face frowning and everything. I would have laughed if I wasn't having so much trouble swallowing down my lies.

-"Es que… Paul es tan… Hot" (It's just that… Paul is so… Hot)

My lungs went empty as I heard Vicky, my brain cells came to a sudden halt there.

-"Ewww" Salvador complained, scooting away from Vicky and Leo as she whispered her consent.

My brain cells were still on hiatus.

-" Yo almenos lo habria toqueteado un poco" (I would at least feel him up a little) Leo reprimanded at me, as if I had done something stupid and unforgivable.

And again:

… I tried to push him away, both hands on his wide shoulders, only achieving to feel him up, his muscles tensing under his russet skin and black shirt everywhere my fingers touched, rather than moving him a single inch

I gawked, I felt as if I had lost all control over my tongue, the thing was just lying around in my mouth. I could feel the blood rush up to my cheeks which was a thriller because I still hadn't sucked any oxygen in since my lungs collapsed.

Thru the corner of my eye I caught Vicky nod approvingly at Leo, her childish, tan face adopting a dreamy expression as she breathed:- " ¿Le viste ese cuerpo? Puro musculo, imaginate ver eso sin camisa" (Did you see that body? Pure muscle, just imagine that without a shirt)

Oh, no…

… I gasped in horror making Amber turn to her back and freeze in place.

A copper skinned man with the height and mass of a mountain was approaching us with a slightly wobbling step, a face of pure amazement and completely and utterly NAKED.

I'd never really given that scene much thought after it happened, just dwelled on how morally wrong it had been, but now, seeing it under my sisters light I realized… Paul was actually hot.

Oh, god, and I'd already seen it… all of it.

I groaned as I finally achieved to suck some air in my body. I was not going there, I was not going to think of that. I started to crawl away from both crazy girls, shaking my head disapprovingly at them as I chorused with Salvador: -"Ewww"

Both girls giggled and started singing a tipical mariachi song: -"Que chulos ojos, los que tiene esa linda joven que estoy mirando, que miradita, esa que me esta matando, que chulada de mujer" (What pretty eyes, those of that young lady I'm seeing, what a gaze, that is killing me, what a fine woman)

I cracked up laughing, hard. The image of Paul's face with that song playing in background was just too ridiculous. They kept singing, this time louder and making all sort of exaggerated lust faces as they pretended to run their hands up and down Paul's hard stomach.

-"Que cuerpo, que cara, que ojitos bonitos, ojitos que provocan, el fuego del amor" (What a body, what a face, what beautiful eyes, eyes that provoke the fire of love)

I covered my torched face with my hands, laughing so hard it came out soundless, shacking so hard I thought I was having a seizure. My sisters' song began to fade as they started to laugh themselves.

-"Yo ya me voy" (I'm leaving)- I moaned, my stomach hurt with each ragged breath I sucked in as I went to get Salvador.

Vicky and Leo laughed even louder at me, poking my sides as I passed them. I hushed them, giving a pointed look underneath us. If my mom caught us I'd be screwed.

I took Salvador's toys and handed them to Leo while Salvador settled on my back, wrapping his little arms tightly around my neck. Leo laughed a little more before sighing deeply.

I rolled my eyes at her and started scooting down to stand on the very edge. I grabbed Salvador's baby legs and fixed them around my waist as I glanced nervously to the ground, I exhaled: -"Ready?"

I felt his tiny head nod on my shoulder blade, not even a second of hesitation. Strangely, this worried me more. I clutched his thin ankles as I crouched a bit to jump off the roof.

The landing hurt my ankles, making me lose my balance and nearly fall face first in the wet grass. I stuck my hands out, stopping myself from impacting on the dirt before taking a long breath.

A wide smile spread on my lips as I felt the little body pressed against my back shiver with delight. God, what a rush…

I would have to go back to certain pastimes of mine. Maybe I was ready now.

Salvador glided off me, laughing as my sisters hooted silently. I slowly stood up, rolling my shoulders and shifting my weight on my feet, something I used to do to let the adrenaline cruse freely inside me. I'd missed this so bad.

But I missed that one face more.

-"Cory, ayudanos a bajar"(Cory, help us down)- Vicky whispered our way before I could think much of anything. A knot formed in my chest as the giddy feel of the jump left me. No, I'm not ready yet.

I walked to stand under them as I stretched my arms up to catch them as one by one they sat scared on the edge and jumped off. I caught Vicky first, her little body knocking the air out of my lounges. I was in a very bad shape now.

Setting Vicky on the floor I turned to prepare myself to get Leo, and that was going to be quite a problem. Leo looked down to me with doubtful brown eyes, her cheeks blushing as her heart must have kicked in, afraid.

-"No te voy a dejar caer" (I won't let you fall)- I promised up to her, reaching out more as I bucked my legs in place to receive her full weight. Leo took a long second, but finally nodded down and surely, scooted off the roof.

If Vicky's 8 year old, pick like persona had left me breathless, Leo just about punched my lunges out my back. My knees bent, nearly snapping in two, a jolt of electric pain hitting me as I caught Leo by the waist, stopping her feet from touching the ground, but my pride kept them steady as I held her just a second longer, to reassure her that she was safe while she gasped for air.

I released her, faking an easy breathing as Leo stared amazed at me. A look to familiar to me. The knot in my chest grew as a face creped inside my head again.

My sisters laughed and ran inside the house when Mom came out looking for us. Salvador chasing after them, yelling for them to help him with his toy truck. My Mom stopped in the door of my room, glancing at me curiously: -"¿Estas bien Corinna?" (Are you ok Corinna?)

I nodded and started to walk in, ignoring my numb knees as they cried in agony with each step I took. My mother smiled and turned to leave, buying my act right away.

Sometimes you just had to be more than just human for those you care…

No matter how much it hurts

My mom made dinner for us and we ate peacefully, even though my dad wasn't home yet. He probably got a chance of taking another load and took it. We had a lot of debts in our hands.

After we ate and cleaned up we went to see the T.V. for a little while, finding a good Jackie Chan movie that kept us entertained and laughing until Dad came home. The bright lights of his truck lit up the front of the house, nearly as bright as sun light as he parked it and a minute later the door opened to a soft sound of rain and the heavy breathing of my Father.

He was smiling from ear to ear, but he looked exhausted.

As soon as the movie ended I left to my room, biding my family good night.

I walked out thru the kitchen to the garage and then my room, as soon as I was in I peeked inside the house, searching thru the shadowy garage, in the alien van and all the stuff piled around that room. It was empty.

I slowly closed the door shut and locked it. I really didn't need my parents walking in on what I was about to do.

I tip toed to my chest, opening it and pulling out the false bottom with everything on it, gently placing it on my bed as I turned back to the real contains of it and sighed.

I started to pull out the cases of the weapons with extreme care. The Carbine, 5.56 mm, M4, the smallest one there. The Sig 556 Swat Patrol Rifle 16" Barrel and the sniper rifle .338 Lapua Magnum.

I stared at the three open cases to the guns, not feeling a thing other tan disgust. I hated these so much. But, it was all I had left of my brother.

I got to business and dissembled one by one. Pieces like these needed to be cleaned and used periodically, I usually did it every two weeks, cleaning them at least, I never tried them. They weren't worth it.

I thought again, such as every time I did this ritual of how much I was risking by having them here. How much I risked in getting them here, but no matter how much I kicked myself for it, I couldn't bring myself to regret it. These were my brother's favorites.

He always had a thing for big guns.

I polished the smooth metal surface of the Sig, hating myself just as much as I finished. I remembered those first nights when I used to spy on my brother while he cleaned these, the look of pride and bliss I'd never seen on his face before. So when it all went down, I couldn't even phantom the idea of leaving them behind. That or the 50 grand he'd stacked under his couch and the quarter pound of H.

How had I made it past the entire country with these, was beyond me.

As soon as I was done cleaning the bottom of the chest free of dust I restacked everything in. My stomach turning with nausea.

How I despised them, all of it.

The weapons where in, the couple of boxes with ammo, then came the H and then the pack of cash wrapped in transparent plastic. I looked at the green paper, instead of seeing the face of a distinguished American president; I saw a one way ticket to hell.

All of the pain just for this.

I held my breath and called over that blessed numbness I'd come to master to keep myself together. I've done my fair share of crying over this.

Putting the false bottom back in, shielding the god forsaken things from my sight I finally allowed myself to breathe again. Standing up from the floor I went to take a shower and an hour later I was far asleep.

The next day was in no way worth mentioning, my life almost seemed normal again, chores, homework, family, I was almost bored. That until I found a certain white little cloth in my laundry basket while I was washing my clothes. The cloth Paul had wrapped my knife in.

I sat on the jumping washing machine, passing my fingers over the soft material. I should give this back to him. I imagined his face if I were to go looking for him to La Push. I rolled my eyes. I was looking for excuses to get away from him, not the opposite.

I'd successfully achieved to keep him out of my mind for that whole morning but fate was just set in keeping him in my head by all costs. I didn't want to think of him yet, I wanted peace and quiet.

But apparently, I wasn't going to have any of it. Might as well get this over with right now.

Paul…

The reason for which I could no longer stand being in the same room with my brain. What should I do with that?

He wasn't going to leave me alone, that I was completely sure of. I sighed as the washing machine stopped; I left the little square of white fabric on the side as I proceeded to empty the washing machine, put the soaking clothes in the drier and loaded up the washing machine again. I jumped on it as soon as it started to bounce around; taking the piece of fabric in my hands and stare at it, hoping it would help me concentrate.

Paul. How could such a simple word be so annoying and intriguing at the same time? I wanted to get him out of my life, that I was positive about, but I also wanted to know what the hell was wrong with him.

I wasn't a sci-fi fan, I didn't really believe in ghosts but there were things about Paul that were just not normal.

For starters, he was in love with me, I rolled my eyes, if he weren't so obvious I would think he was lying but he wasn't, and it was real, too real. That was my main dilemma, but there were other things that just weren't right about him, a lot more insignificant in comparison with the first but still important. Like I never hear him coming, ever, it goes to the point I forget he's right beside me. Then there was his body temperature, I never pointed it out to him but he seemed to be running on fever all the time. And not just any fever, coffin worth fever. But he always looked fine, healthy. That took me to another point; he was too healthy, too strong, too fast, too skillful. Almost animal like.

And that wasn't the only thing animal about him, there were times, like yesterday in that diner, where he just seemed to disappear from his own body and something else took his place, that dark aura that he got every time he got mad, it was terrifying.

Then there was that shaking of his, each time he got really, really mad, he would have this epileptic seizure stuff, the shaking so hard that he managed to bring along a bolted booth with him, making it tremble to the point I thought it was an earthquake, and I was positive I hadn't made that up.

Also, Paul did not look seventeen…

I sighed and rested my chin in my hands, was I being paranoid or was I really on to something? There had to be some logical explanation for all of this… like steroids for one, that would explain the growth spurt, but it didn't explain much else.

I sighed again, closing my eyes when a smell caught my attention, I breathed in again without opening my eyes. it smelled like pine trees, a musky smell, a bit of a hard edge, kind of like burning wood smoke and a touch of spice. It was nice, relaxing even.

I opened my eyes and noticed I had my nose buried in Paul's little cloth, my head shot up so fast I felt dizzy for a second. Oh great, now I'm sniffing Paul.

I threw the cloth into the empty basket and started folding the hot load of my clean laundry, I did my part, I thought of Paul, now I deserve a couple of minutes to myself. I plugged my earphones in and listened to my IPod for the rest of the day, it helped a lot, but I would still get glimpses of him every now and then.

By the end of the day I had finally decided to let life to take its course, this was bound to figure itself out on its own and me worrying about it wouldn't make it happen any sooner. And I'd always been better at observing than interrogating, I would figure it out in time and a couple of hours more with Paul wouldn't kill me, it would only make me want to do it myself.

That night after leaving everything ready for school I went to bed, hoping to have a rest from thinking. I nested myself in my pillow and closed my eyes for a long moment. I must have fallen asleep some time in between because I woke up to a chilly breeze a while later. I opened my eyes groggily, still half sleeping when I noticed something on the wall.

There was a long, slim rectangle of moonlight from my door lightly cracked open and a shadow of a person seemingly staring inside.

My heart jumped to be stuck in my throat, scared into shock i stayed still as I stared wide eyed at the lurking shadow on my wall. I couldn't move, I couldn't think, I couldn't do anything as I panicked silently under my covers. The shadow never moved, never even itched, as if it weren't even breathing. Not a single sound between us but the now staggering beating of my heart.

The shadow appeared to hear my heart beat fasten and barely a blink later, it was gone.

I jumped up to sitting position, unconsciously pulling my covers up to my chin as I stared terrified at the half open door, rocking with the midnight wind.

There was no one there.

Well, I might be posting pictures of said weaponry in my profile but in case I can't I invite you to google them so you can have an image of them to back up the story, my personal favorite is the sniper rifle, it's really cool… and illegal. Thank you for reading and please review about this, I really need your opinion.