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The Great Shift: The Perfect Crime
by DC
I sometimes wonder how my life would have went if my wife had
not been cheating on me. I would have still had a drinking problem, but I
wouldn't have gone into the jealous rage that caused me to attack her
lover. I honestly went there to talk, well okay yell, at him but he set me
off and the next thing I knew, I snapped his neck and he died instantly.
That wimp didn't stand a chance. I have military training in hand-to-hand
combat and pounded him pretty bad. Once I settled down enough to
realize the severity of the situation, it occurred to me that I had no alibi. I
went home and tried to seem calm, but my wife and daughter knew that I
was uneasy. Luckily, some of the guys I bowl with helped pay the bail
once I was arrested. When I failed to show up at the trial, the community
and police department started their own man hunt. My life was destroyed.
I felt I had no choice but to run.
I set up a new identity in a Midwestern town and maintained a low
profile for about six months. Every time I saw a police car, it made my
heart jump. It took several weeks before I finally got up enough courage
to even walk past meter maids. That is, until that fateful day...
I had established a job in the shipping department of a small video
production company and it was time for my lunch break. As usual, I went
out for a cigarette to relax a little before lunch. Right after I lit up, I turned
around to see a towering police officer draw his gun and point it in my
direction.
"Freeze, Mr. Fauller," he commanded, "you're under arrest for the
murder of David Jensen." It sounded as though he had rehearsed his line
on the drive over here. He reached for his handcuffs as he began to recite,
"You have the right to remain..."
I immediately snapped the gun from his hand and pointed it back at
the officer. Without much thought, I had allowed my military training to
take over. "Back off!" I demanded. "I don't want to have to use this, but
I will if I need to." The officer held his hands up and backed towards the
wall. I saw another cop approaching from the side, so I spun towards
him and demanded he throw his gun across the street. He complied
without hesitation. I stepped over to my car, slid the gun into my belt and
took off. I knew I would have a team of squad cars behind me shortly, so
I only drove about two blocks and parked behind a dumpster by an old
warehouse. I hoped it would take a while to find it.
I ran through the woods until I got to an open field. There was a
Junior High School in the distance and a football field before me. I could
see no sign of police so I slowly crept into the area of the bleachers. I
must have been running for over a mile and really needed to sit down, but
had no place to go. Luck was finally in my favor when I noticed a
manhole cover beneath the back of the bleachers, so I decided to slip
down inside and figure things out. When I pulled the cover shut, I felt
such a relief with the cool damp air surrounding me. The only light I had
was from the tiny hole in the top which allowed a little bit of sunlight in
the small area. I figured this was an electrical box which had to do with
all the wiring for the football field's lights and scoreboard. I was very
hungry and tired. The only one that I could do something about was
sleep, so I pulled the gun from where I tucked it in my belt and I curled up
on the floor of the cramped little space and decided I might as well take a
nap.
I awoke an unknown amount of time later by the rattling of the
manhole cover. It sounded as though something had rolled over it. I
winced at the bright light as I struggled to look through the hole and I saw
an old man being wheeled along in his wheelchair. I though about how,
despite his age and disability, at least he doesn't have to worry about
preserving his freedom. Soon I saw another person walking by, then
another, then another. I could tell that there was a game starting soon.
Feeling trapped, I knew that I had no choice but to patiently wait it
out. Once the town was quietly sleeping I would be able to creep out of
town without being seen.
It seemed like the game was going on and on. The only thing I
was able to hear was the constant rumble of the crowd and the voices of
the young cheerleaders prompting the crowd to rumble more loudly. I felt
that this was a sort of torture that was punishing me for my crimes. I
laughed to myself at the thought of how prison may be a little nicer than
this cramped space with an obnoxious football game going on above me.
Suddenly, time stopped, the universe fell silent, and the world
shifted.
I was instantly in a seated position and I felt that I had been seated
for a while because my lower back was aching. I looked down and saw
that I was wearing an old plaid shirt. My hands were in my lap, but they
looked much different. They were terribly wrinkled. I picked up my
hand in awe as I noticed the wheelchair I was in! I had switched bodies
with the old man I caught a glimpse of earlier. I began to get up when I
flopped flat on my face. I pushed myself up from the pavement enough to
see the soft legs of one of the cheerleaders. She was eyeing her own body
in absolute amazement. A tall, nerdy boy came up to her and demanded,
"You stole my body, you jerk!" The girl smiled back and stepped away
declaring, "It's mine now Tina!"
I pulled myself back onto the chair and had a brilliant idea. People
all around me were beginning to panic, but I was able to assess the
situation. I could tell that people had mysteriously switched bodies with
each other in a random wave which put another person in my body.
Whoever it was really had to be baffled by their location!
I struggled to wheel myself away from the crowd and around
towards the manhole. I pushed myself to the ground again and felt the
sharp pain of this ancient body impacting with the ground. I could already
hear the screams from the small chamber below, even with my limited
hearing. I managed to slide the cover over to the side and looked in horror
at my own filthy face inside. The person inside must have panicked rather
severely since there were cuts on his face and hands that hadn't been there
before.
"What is going on?" he asked in a hysterical voice.
"Just calm down," I said, "tell me who you are and we'll get you
switched back before you know it."
"Jessica," he answered, "Jessica Morrow."
"You're a girl?" I asked in disbelief that my own body was
inhabited by a female.
"Yes! I was cheering for the first time tonight and..."
"You're a cheerleader? A teenage girl?"
"Yes, and I just want my body back. You have to help me!"
"Just relax, now," I reassured him. "Describe your body to me
and I go find whoever is in it."
"I-I'm thirteen, I was wearing my cheerleading uniform. I have
blue eyes and light brown hair. You have to find this creep who stole my
body!" He gestured toward his own new body as he stressed the word
"creep."
Is this young girl calling me a "creep?" I thought. She thought I
stole her body and implanted her in mine. Hmm, stealing another
person's identity. I guess I had the motivation to do that, but this thirteen
year old girl would have no way of knowing that. I had an idea.
Gesturing to leave, I hesitated and leaned back toward the
manhole. "Jessica?" I called, "do you see that gun on the floor by your
feet?"
He felt around for it and finally replied with apprehension, "Y-
Yes?"
"Then hand it to me." He stood there with a blank expression. I
hadn't seemed trustworthy to his thirteen-year-old mind. "I need it in case
that 'creep' tries to run away with your body."
His eyebrows creased with anger and his lips pouted in a feminine
style of anger as he bent down and picked up the gun to hand it to me. I
pulled the gun to me and check it for bullets. It was fully loaded.
"Jessica? What's your middle name?"
"Linda. Why?"
I pressed the barrel to the temple which had formerly been my own
and pulled the trigger. Jessica, in my body, collapsed to the floor. I
looked around and saw that everyone had been so involved in the mix-up
that no one noticed the discharge of the gun. It was unusual to see my
own dead body lying in the small compartment. I slowly pulled the cover
back over the top and managed to return to my wheelchair. I hurried back
to the site of the confused cheerleaders and, to my dismay, found two
blue-eyed girls with light brown hair. One was having a conversation
with a fat girl. The fat girl stormed away when I got her attention.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I am Darlene!" she said as she angrily pointed at the body she had
been talking to, "But that is Jeff in my body and I'm in Michelle's fat
body! I can't find Michelle either! Who are you?"
I hesitated briefly and then pointed at the other blue-eyed, light
brown haired cheerleader answering, "I'm Jessica Morrow. I got put in
this old guy's body, how do you think I feel?" She looked me over and
shuddered in disgust. I wheeled over to Jessica's body.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I was wondering where you went with my body," the pretty girl
said. "I'm Glenn, Glenn Halsteen, it looks like you've got my body."
"Yeah, and you've got mine!" I said angrily. I had set the stage to
take Jessica's life over and had committed myself to assume her identity.
"I didn't ask for this, young lady," the girl reassured me. "I'll do
whatever I can to straighten this out."
We got to know each other pretty well over the next few hours,
even though most of the things I said were just made up. Glenn was a
very nice old man who had suffered from arthritis (which explained my
excruciating pain). He and I took care of each other and were pretty well
off for about two weeks when we got a phone call. She answered the
phone and then told me that 'our ship had come in." Apparently, the
government had always had a way to switch people's bodies and had
originally intended it for use by spies. Now that the Great Shift had
occurred, they were gradually straightening the situation out based on
priority. Because of the poor health of Glenn's old body, we were
scheduled early for the return to the original bodies. I happily agreed and
we rushed to the site where they had set up shop.
There was a three hour wait as we watched people go into the
room in sets of two. Usually, there was someone paired up with someone
who had a disability of some sort. When we reached the doorway, I was
handed a contract.
A government official stood at the doorway handing out sheets of
paper. "This is to assure your identity...," he glanced at Glenn, then at
me, "...Miss." I took the pen and began to write out J-e-s-s-i-c-a M-o-r-r-
o-w. He took the sheet and looked it over.
"Sorry," he said as he tossed it in the trash. My heart rate began to
rise. "You need to sign your middle name as well, Miss Morrow.
"Oh," I said and grabbed the next sheet. I nervously wrote out J-
e-s-s-i-c-a L-i-n-d-a M-o-r-r-o-w.
He took it and compared it to another sheet. "Sorry, miss," he
said again, "This is not your handwriting. By now I was beginning to
consider trying to wheel away.
Glenn leaned forward and said, "You'll have to excuse the poor
girl, my old hands have really bad arthritis."
The officer looked at Glenn, then at me. "Understood. You may
proceed."
We walked through the doors and there was a large room with two
specialized chairs and a room full of doctors and nurses. They helped me
slide into the seat as I saw the perky female body I was about to inherit
hop into the opposite seat. They attached wires onto our bodies and gave
Glenn a shot in the arm and I saw the adorable girl collapse into a deep
sleep. I felt a prick in my arm and everything immediately went black.
When I awoke, I felt an instant rush of energy and wanted to take
off and run. I waited impatiently as the doctors removed the wires from
my petite little arms so I could get up. I ran over to Glenn as they set him
in his wheelchair. I gave him a hug and said, "It's great to be back!"
How ironic, I thought, I'm really glad to get out of that old body and this
is a whole new body to me.
He became my pretend grandpa as I adjusted to the change.
Everyone thought of my memory loss as part of the shock. The best part
was going back to cheerleading. I love the feel of the uniform tightly
hugging my tiny body. Some of the other cheerleaders continued to cheer
even though one of them still had a nerdy male brain and she often got
teased. The girl whose brain was in the nerd's body also dressed in the
uniforms and cheered with us. It was his way of protesting the
government that was taking too long in correcting their switch.
I read a newspaper a couple of weeks ago that had an article stating
that they found the body of Richard Fauller, the escaped felon. He was
assumed to have luckily committed suicide right before the Great Shift.
The case was considered closed.
(the end)
Josephina
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