I know I know, this book hasn't had much action, but, this chapter will have a lot of action!  I promise!

So, without further ado, here's chapter 17!

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~Jessie's P.O.V.~

        Running.  That was what I was doing; running away.  A very young version of me kept running.  Why?  Because fire was everywhere, burning everything I could see through my teary eyes.  "Run Eliza run!" a male voice scream at me.  Eliza?  Who was that?  My little self stopped running.

        "But Papa!" little me, er, me sniffled.  Words were coming through my mouth but I wasn't the one saying it.  It was like someone possessed me.  But wait, Papa?  "I don't want to leave you!" I sobbed, looking up at a man.  Who was this person?  This wasn't Father...  Sure, he had messy black hair but it was a bit messier than Father's.  Also, he had on more casual clothing: a black coat over a white long sleeve shirt with black pants.The man scowled and let out a frustrated sigh.  

        "I don't care if you don't want to you have to go!" the man yelled, making me flinch and cry harder.  He then started pushing me.  "I said RUN ELIZA!!" he yelled, and I start running, not wanting to hear the man screaming at me anymore.  As I ran, I looked back, only to see the man running into the roaring flames.  I wanted to scream and follow him, but I forced myself to keep on running.  As I did, flames licked my arms and legs, leaving blackened burns on them.  I tried to keep on running, but soon the pain from the burns got to me and I collapsed.  I could feel my heart beating in fear and I clutched my head with my hands and started to scream. 

        "KYAA!!" I screamed, bolting up from my sleep.  I was sweating like crazy and shivered in fear.   What was that?  Was it just a nightmare?  It seemed so real...   I then realized that I was on a bed.  Had Sting brought me here?  Lexi immediately woke up at the sound of my scream.

        "What's wrong Jessie?" she asked immediately when she saw me.  She snuggled against my arm, trying to stop me from shaking.  It kind of worked, but not really.

        "N-nothing," I whispered.  "Just a nightmare.."  Lexi frowned.

        "You sure?" she asked, not that convinced.  I shakily nod.

        "Yeah, I-I just need a minute," I reassure her, standing up and walking to the bathroom.  There, I shut the door behind me and wash my face with water.  Calm down Jessie, it was just a dream, nothing else... I reassure myself, but in the back of my mind I can't help but feel like it was real, like it actually happened...  I look up at my reflection in the mirror.  I gently ran my hand through my long black hair.  The younger version of me had really short hair, which was weird because I don't remember having having short hair, just long.  I pushed away the hair covering my eye.  For what seemed like a couple minutes, I stared at how I looked with no hair covering my crystal blue eyes.  I can't help but feel like I had my hair like this before, but, I can't remember anytime I did that...  All of a sudden I saw something slightly move.  My eyes shifted from me to see, not just any man, but the man from the dream.  He looked at me with sad eyes.  "Kya!" I yelp, turning around and facing him.  "Who the hell are you?!  No, better question, how did you get in here?!"  The man's eyes widened.

        "Y-...you see me?" he asked in shock.

        "Yes!" I yelled, quite irritated.  "Now who are you?!"  The man's shocked expression turned into one of pure joy.

        "You see me...you see me!" he cried, running up to me and trying to hug me, but the weirdest thing happened.  He went right through me!  "Oh, right.." he sighed, looking at the palms of his hands.  I for one stood there in shock.

        "What....what are you?" I whispered, looking at him with shock.  He rubbed the back of his neck.

        "Well, you see....I'm dead," he said slowly.  My eyes widened ever bigger.  Dead?  As in, dead dead??  Did he die in that fire?  No, Jessie, you told yourself that that was just a dream!  But still, he looks exactly like that man that was screaming at me, er, younger me?  Ugh you know what you mean!

        "So then...why can I see you?" I asked, not really believing this.

        "Details don't matter right now," he urged.  "Right now I need to warn you about something.."

        "First who are you?" I asked again.  A flash of sadness passed through his eyes but he answered.

        "All I can say is my name is Caesar, that's all you need to know for now," he muttered.

        "Why're you here?"  He sighed and facepalmed.

        "That's not important, was is is that--"

        "Hey Jessie, who you talking to?"  We both turned our heads to see Lexi opening the door.  I looked at her weirdly then looked at Caesar.  

        "I told you, only you can see me, apparently," Caesar said.

        "Hey uh, Lexi?" I said.

        "Yeah Jess?"

        "You don't see...anything unusual in here right?" I asked slowly.  Lexi looked at me with a confused look.

        "N-no...?" she said, unsure of what I was asking.  I shook my head.

        "Nevermind, I'll go back to sleep soon, I promise," I assured her.

        "Alright, just making sure you haven't gone nutso yet," Lexi smirked and closed the door.  I sighed.  She might be wrong on that...

        "Alright, fine, what's your warning?" I asked, now believing him.  He sighed in relief.

        "Okay, I can't give away too much, but tomorrow, just know that that will not be Sting doing it," Caesar said.  I looked at him quizzically.

        "What do you mean?" I asked, wanting to know more, but he shook his head.

        "I can't give away too much, just remember what I said," he replied.  He then dissapeared.

        "Wait, I have more questions!" I yelled, but there was no answer.  He was gone.

        "Damnit.." I muttered under my breath.  I really wanted to ask him if he knew about that dream.  Ah well, I guess it doesn't matter.  I turn off the lights and lay onto my bed, Lexi already sleeping soundfully on it.  As I tuck myself in, I couldn't help but wonder.  Was that just a hallucination, or did I really just see a dead man? I asked myself.  I mentally shake my head.  Probably just an illusion.  I mean, what does that mean, 'that will not be Sting doing it'?  Nonsense made up from my drowsy mind, that's what...