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The Porsche 911 rushed past me at break neck speed and smashed into the wall at the other side of the junction. I slammed on my brakes and ran back to the scene of the accident wondering whether I'd be brave enough to attempt a rescue from the mangled wreck. But the decision was taken for me as I witnessed the first lick of flame; I was not a hero. I did the only thing I could think of and rang 999, "Which service?" and then the moment that changed the rest of my life. I felt the force of the blast but lady luck was shining on me that day and nothing struck me, yet a few moments later my head throbbed violently and I collapsed on the pavement. It was a temporary pain which rapidly dissipated and I soon recovered enough to think of the phone call. I’d dropped the mobile and the call had finished. Whilst I composed myself I heard sirens. Of course, there was a fire station on the same road so they could deal with it now. As they dealt with the fire, one of the firemen came to interrogate me.
“Are you OK?”
“Bit shaken, otherwise OK. I was calling you but was slightly interrupted” I replied, glancing over at the flames. “Should I phone for the ambulance?” I added, rather stupidly.
“We’ll take care of that, but I don’t think it’ll do any good, unless you need any help?”
“My car’s round the corner but it might not be a bad idea to speak to a medic first”.
“Sensible chap. I’d stay sat on the pavement if I were you and I’ll point you out when they arrive. The police will want a statement as well.”
“Thanks, I’ll do that”
It didn’t take long for the police to arrive. 2 of them got out of the car: a man went to speak to the fire brigade, a woman came towards me.
“Are you OK?”
“Yeah. I saw the crash” I noticed enough to see she was probably in her mid twenties and quite pretty, easily young enough to be my daughter.
“What’s your name?”
“Ben Armstrong.”
“I’m WPC Dobbs. Ben, if you just hang on a second, I need to find out who these others are.”
A small group of onlookers had gathered, but I didn’t recognise any of them.
Finally the paramedics arrived. The fire was out and it was quite clear that whoever had been in the Porsche was only going to the morgue. I saw the fireman who I spoke to earlier indicate me to a paramedic, who sauntered over to me.
“I’ve heard you’re feeling a bit groggy”
“Just a bit shaken, I think”
“Well my name’s Dave. I’ll just check you for concussion.” He did the usual check with his fingers accompanied by some current affairs questions. “You do seem a bit dazed. I’ll come back in a minute to check on you as I can see this young woman wants to talk to you.”
I turned my head and WPC Dobbs had her notebook out. I recounted as much detail as I could. “Thanks for that, Ben. I or one of my colleagues will probably contact you in the next few days just in case you remember anything.”
Dave returned, “It’s up to you, but we can run you to A&E if you want”.
“Actually I did feel a violent pain in my head”
“Well even though you passed the concussion tests, I had a feeling you weren’t 100%. I’ll help you up and walk you to the ambulance and they’ll keep an eye on you in Casualty”
“My Jag’s around the corner. Can someone get it to my home?”
“Sure I’ll just ask the police.”
By now a few more police had arrived and were mainly on crowd control whilst the firemen worked on the aftermath. I was pleased when WPC Dobbs arrived to take my keys. I wondered what she looked lik2e in the light.
I was obviously worse than I thought and fell asleep in the ambulance. Dave accompanied me to A&E where they found me a trolley and asked me to undress and lie down. A doctor came, listened to Dave, took my heart rate and blood pressure, shone a torch in my eyes and told me someone would check on me later. “Wow” this is the first time I’ve been in Casualty and jumped the queue.
Despite all the noise around me I fell asleep again until I had another visitor. This time it was a pretty red haired Irish nurse who picked up my chart.
“My name’s Nurse Kevin … yes that’s my surname but you call me Siobhan. I heard you were in a car accident.”
“Hi I’m Ben”
“That’s good because it’s the name on the chart. If you’d forgotten your name, I’d have called the doctor straight away.”
“Ha. I was near a car when it blew up.”
“That explains the grubbiness. Just let me wipe your face. Obviously you’ve only been looked after by men up till now.” As she rubbed my face I was fully aware of her ample breasts hovering above me.
“Yes” said a strange voice in my head.
“Whoa” I exclaimed
“Oh did I catch you somewhere” enquired Siobhan
“Just a little stranger … strangeness in my head.” I replied
“OK. You’re definitely getting back to normal. I’ll come and see you a bit later and if I think you’re OK I’ll get a doctor to discharge you.” She put my chart back and left.
“I bet you’d like her to discharge you?”
“What the fuck!” I was having a conversation in my head. Ok, that wasn’t unusual except this time it didn’t appear to be with myself.
“OK, OK, play it cool. This is going to come as a bit of a shock”
“What, who .. what are you? Am I going mad?”
“If you want to think that but better to accept the situation. It’ll be the best for both of us. Just think of me as an extra circuit in your brain, an independent circuit, an argumentative circuit I grant you, but still mainly under your control.”
“Mainly?”
“You’ll see.”
“Well clearly I won’t see. Anyway how could you see the nurse?”
“I’m very good with brains and not just yours”
“Well if I’m mad I might think you had something to do with the explosion.”
“I wasn’t the one driving but fortunately I could escape. I nearly didn’t make it though, you were quite far away and my leaping is quite limited.”
“So you’re telling me you were the driver’s consciousness?”
“No. Listen, I said I leapt from his brain. He’s dead. I’ve just found a new home.”
“What if I want you to leave?”
“Oh I don’t think you want that.”
“Yes I do!”
“Alright I’ll be off then. Homeless, roaming the ether forever without any company, or maybe” at this point I head a little sob “just cease to exist.” and then violins started.
“Fucking hell.”
“Or, you could take advantage of your new ability. The guy I was with was unemployed when I entered him a few weeks ago and now he owns … owned a 911. Want to know how he did it?”
“A few weeks ago and now he’s dead. How much time have I got?”
“He was young and got carried away by the power? You’re … well, a bit past your prime. Mature. You won’t get carried away with the power.”
“What power?”
“Ah, so now you are interested?”
“Interested? I’ve got nothing better to do, lying in this bed”
“Until that nurse with the big tits comes back.”
“What do you mean?”
“What if I said you could grope her and get away with it?”
“But that’s just wrong”
“Suit yourself”
After a long pause curiosity got the better of me, “How? I’m not going to do it, mind.”
“Self-control, I like it. I can leap from your head into anyone close by, and alter their brain.” I must have looked confused … no wait a minute he could see, using whatever sense he had, the confusion in my head. He must know exactly what I was thinking. Fuck, this is scary. OK let’s have this out.
“Can you read my mind?”
“Not exactly. I can receive sensory information and pick up your emotions, but unless you address me in your mind, I don’t know your exact thoughts. For instance you saw the nurse, I saw the nurse. You got a little excited by her, I can see and indeed feel that excitement – oh boy, do I feel that excitement! – but I don't know exactly what you were thinking unless you actually express it to me. So you can choose when to talk to me. I, however, can talk to you whenever you’re awake.”
“OK, so at least I can sleep in peace.”
“Oh yes. But let’s get to the power, the use or abuse thereof. For instance, when the nurse gets here you can tell me to leap into her mind and give her any thought, although it has to be said I’m better with the blunt instrument of compulsion rather than anything more subtle. You could, say, tell me to put the thought in her brain that she liked being groped by strangers to the extent that she might be disappointed if it didn’t happen. Then you could squeeze her wherever you liked and should probably smile or even give you some verbal encouragement. This next bit is important. She will go on feeling like that until you tell her to stop feeling that way. Therein lies the danger because she’ll remember you groped her after her euphoria passes. So you could just let her spend her life enjoying being groped and she’ll never say a word. In a while you’ll master all of this and getting away with things will become second nature.”
I keep telling myself I am not a bad person but I do like to take stupid risks, although this one would be the stupidest of my life but I’m also incredibly impatient so I wanted to know if this would actually work with some adjustments.
“And you guarantee you can alter thoughts with 100% success rate.”
“Nothing is 100% but will 99.9% do you? It’s really like a computer program.”
“Well that’s good. I’m a programmer and I specialise in logic.”
“Better and better. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
“OK I’ll do it. However I just want you to give her the compulsion to grope patients and after she has done the nasty you take that compulsion away”.
“You are smart.”
“Well not really because this is a busy place and she’ll only be a curtain from the sack, but damn it if anything goes wrong I’ll do everything I can to fix it for her. Ah, any witness you can tell them they thought they imagined it.”
“Sure you’ve got a head injury? That’s some mighty clear thinking.”
“Why thank you.”
The conversation continued as I sought out more details, but the entity was very evasive about his past. He did not give a name, nor did I ask for one because, after all, who else was there to talk to inside my head? He did make it clear that whilst he could leap into other people that he would always come back until I wanted him to leave when he would leap into a nearby person and never return under my control.
The curtain pulled back and I felt suddenly aroused.
“OK do it” I told him and felt a tingle as he left.
Siobhan jerked her head slightly and then continued shutting the curtain. As she walked the bed she glanced down at the bulge in my gown. I felt the return tingle. She turned around double checking the curtain and then returned thrusting her hand under my gown grabbing my penis.
“Oh!” I exclaimed out loud. She gave me eye contact as she started to pump my shaft. The feeling was unbelievably intense, but I had to stop it. “Please stop” I said, firmly.
“I’m sorry” she said releasing me. Oh how I would have loved it to continue, but I stuck to the plan.
“Make her think she imagined wanking me” The entity had explained that making people forget something was difficult but making short actions seem like a dream was much easier. After that was complete I sent him on another mission to remove the compulsion and after a brief shake of her head, presumably having discovered her own thoughts, Siobhan started to behave normally again.
“You’ve erm” glancing down minus the compulsion “perked up a bit. Nothing wrong with you now.”
And with another shake of her head she quickly left to get the doctor. Soon after, I was discharged and the hospital ordered a taxi to take me home. I thought about how to avoid the fare but decided it was too much like hard work for so little gain. After checking my car was locked, I brushed my teeth and got into bed.
I usually remember my dreams but this night they were sexual, extraordinarily vivid and I did not seem to be the protagonist. I had my own ideas about them but decided not to press The Demon, as I had decided to call him, about it. Although he had come good so far, I didn’t trust him completely. What really caused the man in the car to drive in such a crazy fashion?
“Good morning. What’s eating you?”
OK, so that wasn’t a dream. “Just running scenarios through my head and imagining the worst.”
“You can do anything. Stitch up your boss if you want?”
“Between jobs is the usual phrase.”
“Another one? The good thing about you single, unemployed is that you have no distractions.”
“Until now.”
“Oh hang on a second. There’s a message on my phone.”
I pressed the button.
“Hi, Mr Armstrong, it’s WPC Dobbs from last night. In all the excitement I left your car keys in my pocket. Either you can come down to the station … which I realise might be tricky … or I can come around this evening. Either way we’ll need a full witness statement from you.” She then gave me a contact number at the station.
Although this seemed like a no-brainer I decided to shower and have breakfast before making a decision. You probably know what I was already imagining and, if you had not guessed, I did have a thing for women in uniform.
“Come on, get on with it. What are you waiting for? I noticed some feeling when you heard her voice. Get her here. We have all day to plan this.”
“Just leave it for now. It’s not as though everyone won’t know where she is and I bet she has very suspicious friends. Messing with her might be more dangerous than our time with the nurse.”
“You said ‘our’. That’s encouraging.”
Just then I spotted a couple of lads from down the road. Their mother had apparently gone off somewhere recently leaving the 2 live at home students to party at will. I peered out as I saw crates of alcohol carried into their house. “Party tonight obviously” I thought. It looked like I had 2 options.
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