I was distracted again as a low, guttural moan emanated from deep in Jacob's chest and a deep shudder convulsed his body.
What's wrong?!
"I guess I know what it feels like to be run over by a semi now... It's not exactly painless," he muttered, too low for Scott Wilson to hear, "Nothing too bad though." But I knew him better. He was undoubtedly in horrific pain. I felt terrible for him. Any pain that hurt him, hurt me. My heart ached and I felt like crushing the semi that would ever think to venture anywhere near Jacob, let alone crush him!.
Just then Scott Wilson cleared his throat.
"He - he's healed? From paralyzation?! This is incredible..." Indeed, awe crossed his features and stayed there, "I want you to show me what you were talking about - and how did you - talk - in my head?" Indeed, Mr. Scott Wilson seemed rather flustered, but still awed. I was not sympathetic.
"I think you're crazy! Talk in your head?!" I laughed scornfully.
"You did. Don't pretend otherwise. I heard your voice - but you didn't talk."
"I repeat: I think you're crazy!"
He only smirked.
Apparently, this guy wasn't giving up easily.
How annoying.
I was in front him again; as reluctant as I was to leave Jacob's side, I needed to communicate without the cameras or any other human picking up on what I would say next.
Fine. You're right - but nobody would believe you. It sounds crazy. You'll be sent to the nut-house. Which, now that I think of it, might be perfect!
Now... the cameras. Get rid of them.
He snorted. "I'm not getting rid of the cameras! They're the insurance of my safety - We're not quite sure yet what you are able to do, but we are sure that, for whatever reason, you have striven to prevent exposure, and we're sure that, while in front of the cameras, you wouldn't do anything more... unusual than you already have."
I snorted. What makes you think we can do anything extraordinary?
"We don't. We don't know anything. In fact, the only reason we haven't rendered you unconscious and turned you over to the scientists in their labs yet is the whole 'human rights' and all, though I'm sure-"
I'd like to see you try.
"Yes. We are scientific here. We don't believe in mythical creatures or super heros or villains or people being altered by radiation or anything, but the fact remains that you two are alive while your body temperatures say you should be dead. That, and, of course, other small mysteries - for example, we knew that this man was paralyzed. Yet he's moving again..."
And his intensely curious stare smoldered me, and I was caught speechless. For a second, I really did want to show him. It was bizarre. I didn't know why.
But it passed.
Quickly.
So? I meant what I said before; the price of that knowledge is death. Death for not only you, and not only everyone else who finds out, but also for us. Are you sure that that's a price you're willing to pay?
His eyes blazed with the intensity of his stare.
"Death how? From whom?"
I transported the thought of the feeling of deep, horrific terror. Terror deep enough to make one's bones convulse with shudders.
You don't want to know.
And now finally, FINALLY, he was looking slightly perturbed.
"Is there any way to avoid that?"
No. None.
Silence rang.
"What are you talking about?" asked an annoyed Jacob.
"Only why he doesn't want to know anything about us," I answered, much too fast and low for Mr. Wilson to hear.
Jacob was staring at me with alarm through the cloud of pain he was now in - and my heart ached for him.
"What exactly are you telling that bastard, Renesme Cullen?"
"Relax Jacob. Only that he can't know anything, lest he die. He doesn't seem able to get the fact that 'Knowledge never did a man good, if the price of that knowledge was death!'"
Both me and Jacob glared at Scott Wilson, who met are glares with his own steady, unwavering stare.
No progress was being made for anyone.
And none of us knew what to do next.
Author's Note: OMG I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!! I could say it five thousand times more, and it wouldn't be enough to express exactly how sorry I am! For the longest time I've been suffering from a mixture of writer's block and a busy, busy, busy schedule! The busy schedule's still there, but I think I've gotten over the writer's block for now... And I know to top it off, this is a short chapter but I'm going to switch back to Bella and Edward's point of view now... Please review, and thanks for sticking with me!!!