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Story is a 30-day project. Part Four.

I have to say our story is making a really good progress. So, let's keep it alive. Rules (if any) are still simple: just read the story and put your vision of what should happen next in your comment. Please, try to limit yourself to five to ten sentences. I will try to edit those comments in next part of the story every day and put the story behind the cut and provide the link of what was invented till that certain post. In less than a month from now... we'll have a true LJ joint-venture story.

So, today's story is behind the cut and Microsoft Word file can be found here.


The Day As It Was

I still don't know what the fuck was wrong with that lady on the bus. She was looking, no, not looking, bloody staring at me as if I were some kind of an alien. I tried to catch my reflection in the window to check if I left home snotty or unzipped or something, but as hard as I tried, nothing out of unusual met my eyes. Wherever I moved, there they were; annoying, empty, shallow eyes; stern gaze that already started flirting with downright rudeness. I just couldn't wait for my station to arrive.
As though a barn owl, her stare remained unwavering, nearly unblinking. There was coldness there, impassive and menacing. The closer we came to my stop, the more I felt like prey, exposed and vulnerable. I thought I was going to make it home-free. I could see through the window that the bus was approaching my stop, and I was getting ready to shuffle to the exit, when, in a deep and growly voice that sounded like it came from the depths of Hell itself, she addressed me.
"Do you remember me?" she said. "Do you remember seeing me two weeks ago, on this very bus, while you were talking to a tall man with brownish hair and a beard?" My mind took a few twists and turns, but nothing useful, nothing that would make any sense, nothing that might somehow connect me to this creature appeared. I just stood there, unable to utter a word.
"A curse!" she snarled, "A curse for what you've done. You caused it, now you must pay." I couldn’t stand that anymore. My stop was there and I bolted for the door. Looking back at the bus as it was leaving, I didn't see her.


I could not stop thinking about her; I even checked the news paper to see if there was any mention of escaped mental patients, anything. Something about her really shook me. That night I felt like a little kid again, needing to check under the bed for monsters.
Morning came and I woke with a jolt, heart beating an insane rhythm in my chest, yesterday’s event still vibrant in my thoughts. Was it all a dream? I padded to the bathroom and turned the hot water to the sink to splash away the remaining sleep. Face dripping I wipe the condensed steam from the mirror only to see the crone looking back at me.
My skin shrank, heart tried to escape and the air just left my body. I don't know, I might have fainted a little, I might have lost my mind, but I am completely sure the creature touched me, leaving a deep scar in my subconscious; my scream was silenced by my fear. I closed my eyes, yet my other senses remained alert, kept alive by the rush of adrenaline too wild to control.
"A curse for what you've done. You caused it, now you must pay." My mirror was clear again, reflecting my pale face, eyes full of fear. I was alone again. My body was at least. A cold chill that ran up my spine, then dissolved as a burning heat in my right palm refocused my eyes. A rivulet of blood trickled into the sink, snaking its way to the drain.

My blood.
My razor imbedded in my palm as I clutched the basin, bringing me back to reality. I was alone.
And bleeding.

I went to the kitchen to make some breakfast, hoping to shake the nightmares. However, everything seemed to evoke it. The kettle seemed to whistle, "Remembeeer" as the water boiled. I quickly unplugged it. As I was pouring the water for tea, the toaster snapped, "Curse" as it popped my toast up. It made me jump and I scalded my hand.
What did I do? What do I need to remember?
I dressed without knowing I was dressing. My chest tight with anxiety, my heart pounding at the tiniest noise. The taste of bile in my mouth, my breakfast tasted like ashes. As I walked to the bus my eyes darted trying to catch sight of the old. My mind was filled with thoughts. Was it a dream? Was it real?
When a voice shattered my confusion. "Excuse me," came a male voice, from behind me. I turned around, and there was that stranger approaching me, with a smile on his face. A tall man with brownish hair and a beard.
"Well, hello there. Remember me?" he said and his palm was just floating in the air waiting for me to grasp it, to grasp my senses, my mind, my totally out-of-focus mind. "Well, pardon me, but no. I really don't. Have we met before?" It really caught me off-guard, because his was the face I would definitely remember. It would probably be one of those "I was looking back to see if you were looking back at me to see me looking back at you" moment, alas... My memory was blank.


So, that was it. Two weeks ago it happened. That tall man with brownish hair and a beard (and a killer smile) laid it all open. It's a scientific experiment. It's called OneMind-ManyBodies. And I am in it. Right. Guess all of my bodies forgot about that.
It was a bit much to take it all in. He spoke so calmly, so "matter-of-factly", that it almost seemed plausible. They had covertly tested the blood I'd donated at last January's blood drive, for markers that showed I was a biological candidate. Only one in several thousand were capable of making the transfer, he said. Some sort of neural peptide I possess, one that is capable of crossing not only the blood-brain barrier, but the skin. It allowed access to my mind once I had been given the enhancement.
"The enhancement? But how?" I asked.
He smiled again. "In your coffee. Nearly flavourless, other than a subtle sweetness. It takes a bit of time to bind to your neural network. At first, it only allows others to enter, to take your body for a test drive, so to speak. After time, it does allow passage both ways."

Instant flashback. I should have never accepted that strange beverage. I'm sure I asked for ma usual macchiato, but the man poured something out of a bottle, pushed the glass towards me and, sensing my indecision, just grinned and nodded.
I have never been good at saying no.
"Oh well" - I asked myself - "what's the worst it can happen?" and downed it in one go.

Now I know.

"Both ways? But how?" So puzzled, I was reduced to echoing his words. With that he reached across the table and took my hand with both of his. I felt a gentle tingle, a warmth where his skin met mine, as my vision blurred. I blinked to clear my sight, once and then again, then found myself staring across that table, not at a tall bearded man with brownish hair, but rather, at my own face.
"See how that works?" he asked. Well, I was pretty sure aware of what was going on, yet totally clueless how I should achieve the same effect. I really don't like to be pushed around like a tiny, worthless object. Oh and this surely made me feel worthless. It was even worse. I felt like a total idiot, sitting there, allowing that man to swap my eyes for his, my mind for what I think is his, to just… swap me. No, it surely didn't feel right.
"So people with the know were allowed to take my body for a test drive, so to speak. And is there a chance of me knowing what I was up to while being on that joyride? Some not so subtle bits and pieces told me I've been up to awfully no good, not to mention visions, no not visions, hallucinations. No, you need to fix me and please fix me soon."
From what he kept on telling me I was in a way infected. And I should be terribly capable. The consciousness of my mind should jump to another's body, I should be able to share my mind with my host, while retaining control of the body and memories. That was theory.
And then came the sweet part. He told me something went wrong with me. Somewhere down the road, I got watered down. Spread thinly amongst numerous hosts. And not really capable of controlling my memories and from what I've experienced in the morning… not really capable of controlling my body either.
"So, you know how to deal with me being… watered down?"
"Well, yes… Theoretically."



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Sep. 30th, 2009 03:19 pm (UTC)
"Theoretically? THEORETCIALLY!?"

The voice in my head sounded like mine, the voice coming out of my mouth did not. It was very disturbing.

"Put me back in my own body!" is hissed at him.

He calmly replied, "I can't. We don't know where your body is."

"You're in it!"

"No, I'm not. This isn't your body"

He reached across and touched my arm. The tingle. The warmth. I was back staring at the tall man with brownish hair and a beard.

"That," he continued, "is the problem"

Edited at 2009-09-30 03:39 pm (UTC)
Oct. 1st, 2009 11:15 pm (UTC)
I have to say we are really in sync! :)
Sep. 30th, 2009 03:52 pm (UTC)
"Could it be?" I thought to myself. I looked into his eyes and saw the same unspoken certainty."I think..." and just before I finished what I was about to say. He grabbed my hand.. but this time nothing happened. I was still inside my..well, what I thought was my body.
Oct. 1st, 2009 11:15 pm (UTC)
Not much work for me today.

I just need to put pieces together. You guys rock!
Sep. 30th, 2009 09:25 pm (UTC)
It seems you happened upon someone who was a candidate, but unenhanced and during a rather intimate moment, you inadvertantly made a partial transfer. Actually, I'm fairly certain you've done that twice. Possibly even more, though the statistically, that would be unlikely.

His brow furrowed, as he tried to find the proper words.

"We didn't know your proclivities when we gave you the enhancement."

"What are you talking about?" I growled, half under my breath. I struggled not to reach for his throat, except that would have been my throat. Or was it?

"Oh we knew of your preference for other men. We hadn't realized you would be active with more than one at a time."

At first my anger grew, feeling as though he was blaming me for this, but that ebbed as I searched my memory, It began to crystalize within the ether that was now my brain. I had gone to the baths.

I searched through the fog of memory. I remembered walking down a darkened hall, a thin white towel about my waist, a fine gold ring adorning my left nipple, half hidden in the forrest of hair across my chest. I reached now for my chest. Through my shirt all remained, no trace of the ring. I lifted the collar of my tee; below my chest, smooth as a child's and my nipples prominent, yet no sign of either ever having been pierced.

Was the towel wrapped man in the mist me, or was this hairless chest mine? Who am I?

And even more importantly, where?
Sep. 30th, 2009 09:37 pm (UTC)
*blush* Wow, we are getting erotic here! :)
Oct. 1st, 2009 02:04 am (UTC)
Um, yeah. I debated whether to take it that way or not. However, given how the story is evolving, it felt to me that this twist actually fits.

I'm a bit peeved with myself for not proof reading my entry well enough though. The sentence should have read:
Through my shirt I chould feel no trace of the ring.

and the very last line should have been:
And even more importantly, where? And within whom?
Oct. 1st, 2009 11:16 pm (UTC)
I am happy you did. I was already toying with the idea. I had some doubts. Not anymore. :)
Oct. 2nd, 2009 12:30 am (UTC)
Tomaz, I am having a blast with this! Thank you so much. I find I'm really looking forward to each day.
Oct. 2nd, 2009 10:47 am (UTC)
So let's do more..... :)
Oct. 1st, 2009 11:16 pm (UTC)
oh, yes... more of that to come....
Oct. 1st, 2009 11:16 pm (UTC)
I am in awe...... :) LOVE IT! :)
Sep. 30th, 2009 09:32 pm (UTC)
Then the thought came to me: that woman on the bus. She knew something. Something that I, or somebody else in this body that I was currently inhabiting, had done.

I described the woman to him as best I could, but he said he didn't know her, and had no memory of having ever seen her.

I had to find that woman!

Oct. 1st, 2009 11:16 pm (UTC)
That woman!:)
Oct. 1st, 2009 11:37 pm (UTC)
Oh yes, that bitch from hell. LOL
Oct. 2nd, 2009 10:47 am (UTC)
Straight. :)
Oct. 2nd, 2009 01:09 pm (UTC)
No pun intended, I suppose? LOL
Oct. 2nd, 2009 01:10 pm (UTC)
That's for you to guess. :)
Oct. 2nd, 2009 01:27 pm (UTC)
Tease! :)
Oct. 2nd, 2009 01:36 pm (UTC)
Oct. 2nd, 2009 02:46 pm (UTC)
Are you pretending innocence now? :)
Oct. 2nd, 2009 06:46 pm (UTC)
Would. I. Ever.

Oct. 2nd, 2009 08:13 pm (UTC)
Oh, would you? :)
Oct. 3rd, 2009 12:05 pm (UTC)
Oct. 3rd, 2009 03:07 pm (UTC)
Clueless. ;)
Oct. 1st, 2009 09:27 pm (UTC)
It dawned on me that the crazy woman knew me very intimately, because I was part of her.

She knew.

I had to stop her before she could talk but then would have anyone really believed her?
Oct. 1st, 2009 11:17 pm (UTC)
as I had said before. no work for me. just putting stuff together. you guys rule! :=)
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