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What I Need
By Morpheus
I was tired, sore, and soaked with sweat as I walked into the locker room,
proving that it had been a very productive football practice. We'd all
worked our tails off and showed that we were good. Even Coach Hastings was
happy which was an especially good thing considering how rare it was.
"Great job Friday night," one of the other players on my team
congratulated me with a heavy slap on my back.
"Yeah Glen," another one gave me a thumbs up. "We beat those losers by
three touchdowns thanks to you."
"It was nothing," I grinned back, "just doing my job."
My team continued to congratulate me, saying how glad they were that I was
on the team. I just nodded and smiled, saying, "Thanks," and reminding
them that everyone else had done a great job too and that it had been a
team effort. I'd gotten a lot of practice doing this lately, especially
since the last couple games. I was the school hero and just about everyone
looked up to me. It was a great feeling.
I took my shower and just tried to enjoy the hot water and relax. One of
the other boys looked to my nether region with a look of envy, but I
ignored it and didn't say anything since I didn't want to embarrass him.
This was the kind of thing you just had to deal with in these high school
group showers, especially when you were on one of the sports teams.
After I was done with my shower, I dried off and glanced into the mirror
above one of the sinks, seeing myself reflected back. I was tall, blonde,
and lean with a lot of solid muscle. Of course that wasn't surprising
since I worked out at the gym nearly every day. I knew that I was
considered pretty handsome because nearly every girl in school seemed to
have a crush on me. I certainly had my pick of possible girlfriends though
hadn't really found any to get serious with yet. But then again, I still
had plenty of time to play the field as it were.
Just then, Coach Hastings came into the locker room, calling out, "Great
job today boys. And here I was afraid that you were going to slack off
after that last game. But here we are, four straight victories and still
going strong."
"We'll do it again next week," I called out with a broad grin, earning a
lot of cheers from the other players.
"You damn well better," Coach Hastings growled though he was still
grinning. "Here's a little extra motivation for you too." He looked around
the locker room but his eyes locked on me. "Especially you Glen. I just
found out that there's going to be a college scout at the next game. Play
well and you just might get his attention."
"No problem Coach," I grinned, "I always do my best."
"And we always kick ass," one of the others added with a laugh.
Everyone was in a pretty good mood at that announcement and I laughed and
cheered along with them, though I wasn't really as excited. I left the
locker room a short while later, thinking about the college scout and
feeling nervous. I hadn't let any of them know I was nervous about this
since they'd give me hell about it, but I was.
I was a pretty damn good player, but what if I wasn't good enough? I liked
the attention, the way everyone loved me for being a football hero and
treated me with respect. Unfortunately, I knew that it would probably end.
If I couldn't get a football scholarship it would end when I graduated. If
I could, then that meant it would last a few more years. Then again, it
might not. In college football there was a lot more talent and a lot more
competition. I might not have what it takes to keep being the big star.
And of course, I could end up blowing a knee and ending it all at any
time. That was one of the risks I faced playing the game.
"They love me," I told myself, thinking of all the kids at school who
always congratulated me and cheered me on. However, I couldn't fool myself
and knew that they only loved me as long as I kept winning games.
Just then, a man interrupted my thoughts by asking, "Excuse me... May I
have a minute of your time?"
I turned to look at him, noticing that he was average height with dark
hair and a well groomed beard that was sprinkled with gray. He was wearing
a nice looking suit as well which made me relax a little. Someone who's
dressed like that isn't the type to mug you. In fact, I felt a surge of
hope as I realized that he might well be a college recruiter.
"Sure," I answered. "What's up?"
The man just smiled politely at that and introduced himself. "My name is
Mathias...and please don't laugh." He gave a faint bow with a self mocking
smile. "I am here to offer you a very special opportunity."
"Yeah?" I asked, wondering which college he represented.
"Glen," he started off carefully, looking as though he was trying to
decide exactly how to say it. "You have a great life. You are handsome,
athletic, and very popular... especially with the ladies. You are the star
player on your football team and might very well go on to one day play
professionally."
"Yeah?" I grinned, feeling rather pleased by his compliments.
Then he stated as though it were fact, "But it is not enough...is it?"
"What?" I blinked in surprise.
Mathias continued, "You feel as though there is something missing in your
life, something you need. You may or may not know what it is, but you know
that you need something more from life."
"Who are you?" I demanded, scared by just how close he hit with those
comments. Lately I had been feeling like that, like my life was hollow and
missing something important. I didn't know what it was and had been trying
not to think about it, but he was definitely right. "What do you want?"
"I want to give you that missing thing," Mathias told me gently. "I want
to give you a life that satisfies you and fills your needs."
"What are you selling?" I asked suspiciously. I'd never heard of a college
recruiter acting like this.
Mathias smiled with amusement. "I am not a salesman if that is what you
are wondering. But I suppose, I do have something to sell. After all,
everything has a price...even something that is given for free. That is
the way the universe works."
I stared at Mathias for a moment, still not having any clue about what he
wanted. "What do you want?"
"It is not what I want," he told me calmly, "but what I can give. It is
difficult to explain properly and probably more difficult to believe.
After all, it does deal with existence of something you might not believe
in." He turned and grinned with a gleaming look in his eyes. "Magic."
"Magic?" I asked skeptically, sure that he was crazy.
"Magic," he repeated calmly. "You see, I have a certain gift. I can, for
lack of a better term, sense people like yourself. People who have great
gifts but need something else from life. I have a specific magic spell...a
powerful ceremony if you like, which requires people like yourself."
"Oh, I see," I sighed in relief. "This is some kind of joke. Did Brody put
you up to this? I bet it's retaliation for when I swiped his change of
underwear last month and left girls panties in his locker instead."
"No," Mathias chuckled, "Though that does sound like an amusing prank. I
fear that I am quite serious."
Mathias sighed and held out his hand so I could see his palm. There was a
strange symbol that I'd never seen before written on it and it was glowing
purple. He spit onto his palm and then tried wiping the mark off with his
other hand though it remained fixed. Then he put his hand against his
other arm. When he pulled his hand away, the glowing mark had left his
palm and was now fixed on the arm where he'd touched it.
"This is a magic mark," Mathias told me grimly. "Like a brand if you will.
I can move it from place to place on my body but I can not remove it from
my person. If I were to cut off the skin it is on, it would merely
reappear somewhere else on my body."
"Weird," I gasped, staring at the magical mark. It was one hell of a magic
trick and had earned my attention for a few minutes if not my belief.
"Where'd you get it?"
Mathias smiled, "That is not important. Let's just say that I have a geas
placed upon me and this mark is the signature of the one who placed the
geas."
"Geas?" I blinked in confusion.
"A magical obligation," Mathias explained. "Or a compulsion if you will.
My geas is that I am required to help people like you in a very specific
way."
"Help me?" I asked skeptically.
"To get what you need," Mathias told me. "I am required to help you and
others like you in order to help myself."
"Okay," I said slowly, getting more and more curious in spite of myself. I
don't know why but I couldn't help but feeling a stirring of hope. "How
exactly can you help me?"
Mathias smiled at that. "The being who marked me gave me a magic spell...
a powerful ritual. I gather twelve people such as yourself, people who
feel there is something missing from their lives. Once the ritual is
completed, the magic exchanges their lives and gives each the one that
most satisfies their needs."
"And what's the catch?" I asked.
"That you must give up your old life to gain the new," Mathias answered
simply. Then he smiled faintly, "There are of course certain requirements
as well. The ritual can only be completed once a month and then only at
midnight under the full moon. The ritual can never be completed in the
same location again, nor can it be used on one who has previously gone
through it."
I stared at Mathias, slowly absorbing everything that he said and feeling
stirrings of excitement in spite of myself. I knew better than to believe
this kind of garbage but I couldn't help being interested anyway. "And
what do you get from this?"
"My gease requires me to perform this ritual every month," Mathias
answered with a tired sigh. "If I do not do so, I suffer certain
unpleasant consequences that I won't go into."
"And you...you can give me what I need?" I asked hopefully.
Mathias nodded, looking quite serious as he said, "I have never yet seen
it fail."
I stared at him for a minute, my mind swirling with various thoughts and
doubts. I couldn't believe I was doing this but I nodded, "Okay... I'm
in."
Mathias smiled at that, looking quite pleased. "One less participant to
find..." Then he turned serious again. "Do you know where Garvis Park is
located?"
"Yeah," I nodded, remembering the park I used to play in as a kid. Of
course, that wasn't really all that long ago but that was beside the
point.
Mathias nodded, "Good. Meet me and the others there three nights from
tonight. The ritual must be completed at midnight so you must arrive at
least fifteen minutes early. Do NOT be late." Then he stared at me with an
intense look, "Do not tell anyone of this either. ANYONE. I neglected to
mention that the ritual also requires absolute secrecy."
"Okay," I agreed, surprised by his insistence.
"The ritual requires anonymity," Mathias explained. "None of the
participants may know the identity of any other until after it has been
completed. If your identity is known, you will be excluded from the
magics."
"But what about you?" I pointed out. "You know who I am."
"But I am not one of the twelve participants," Mathias told me with a
faint smile. Then he walked over to a cardboard box that was sitting on
the ground a short distance away. He handed it to me and said, "Wear this
when you arrive so that none may see your face and identify you."
I opened the cardboard box and was surprised to find a blank white face
mask sitting on a pile of purple fabric. The mask was just a cheap
Halloween type mask made of plastic. It was just a blank, featureless face
with a pair of holes for the eyes and an elastic band to hold it to your
head. I started to pull out the purple fabric and discovered that it was
some sort of hooded robe.
"I know it may seem overly dramatic," Mathias smiled, "but it will protect
your identity for the ritual. Also, do not speak while there since your
voice may give clues to your identity. Talking will not be necessary."
Mathias left after this, leaving me standing there with a cardboard box, a
Halloween costume, and a strong suspicion I'd just been had. I could just
imagine going to school and having someone laughing about the joke they'd
played on me. But unless that happened, I knew I was going to meet Mathias
at Garvis Park. This whole thing seemed foolish, but something inside me
insisted that I'd regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't.
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I sat behind the wheel of my truck, my hands tightly clenched around the
steering wheel. I'd just parked at Gavin Park but remained where I was,
breathing deeply and having second thoughts. Of course, I'd already stayed
up late and snuck out here so I knew I was going to go through with it.
Then I looked around at the parking lot which was lit only by the light
from the full moon. There was only one other car parked in this section
but I knew that didn't mean anything. Garvis Park had parking on three
sides and the main parking area was broken up into three sections by
clusters of trees. This meant that any of us who came were given as much
privacy as possible.
"I wonder if that's why Mathias chose this place," I mused aloud. No one
should come to the park at this time of night and it gave those of us who
did a chance to arrive without seeing much of each other. "It's the
perfect place for something like this..."
I was already wearing the purple robe, having put it on before I'd left my
house. I mentally reminded myself not to get caught because my dad would
kill me for sneaking out this late. I took a deep breath and put on the
plastic mask then put the robe's hood over my head in order to hide my
hair. Once I was fully costumed, I climbed out of my truck and began
walking into the park.
"I feel like I should be trick-or-treating," I muttered to myself, looking
around to see if there was anyone else dressed in a silly costume.
Garvis Park was largely open grassy area, but there were several spots
that were largely separated by trees in order to give people privacy for
picnics. I had a feeling that this was where Mathias would be holding his
ritual. As I got closer, I did notice several other people walking through
the park who were dressed the same as me. They were wearing the same
purple robes and white masks. None of us said a word but we all walked
towards the same part of the park.
Mathias was waiting in the area that I'd suspected, along with several
more people dressed like me. Mathias was recognizable because he was
dressed in the same purple robe as the rest of us but the hood was pulled
back and he wore no mask. Between the full moon and the 'yard light' a
distance away, there was enough light to see with yet it was still dark
and shadowed enough to help obscure our features. I wondered if this was
intentional, another way of protecting our true identities.
Then I noticed a strange stone pillar in the grass. It was about five feet
tall and seemed to be made of marble except that it seemed to have a
slight phosphorescent glow. I wanted to ask Mathias about it and what we
did next but remembered his warnings about keeping quiet. Another man
either hadn't been given that warning or forgot it because he started to
ask Mathias when we would start, but Mathias quickly told him to be quiet.
It didn't matter much to me though since I didn't recognize his voice.
Once all twelve people had arrived in robes and masks, Mathias grinned,
"It is good that you are all here." He looked at his watch and nodded, "It
is time to begin. There is a circle on the ground..."
Mathias pointed to the ground and I finally noticed a circle made of some
sort of white powder around the marble pillar. It might have been chalk
though I didn't know for sure. Mathias instructed us all to stand around
the circle, each of us taking the hands of the people beside us so that we
completely ringed the pillar. Mathias himself stood in the center, right
beside the pillar.
"You all need merely remain where you are," Mathias called out. "I will do
what is necessary."
Then just one minute before midnight, Mathias began to call out some
strange words in a language I didn't understand. It didn't sound like
anything I had ever heard before so I wasn't even sure it was a language.
It could have been complete nonsense for all I knew. However, the marble
pillar began to glow a little more and I could feel a strange tingling in
the air. It was as though everything was charged with static electricity.
But it was more than that. I could feel a strange pressure building,
flowing through me and every other person in the circle.
"It is now midnight of the full moon," Mathias called aloud, holding up
his hand so we could each see the glowing mark on his palm. "I now invoke
the magic." And with that, he slammed his palm down onto the marble
pillar.
The strange pressure I was feeling suddenly exploded all at once in a
brilliant flash of light. I gasped in shock as did everyone else around
me. I let go of the hands I was holding, feeling a strange dizziness
rushing through my very being. In a strange way, I could vaguely sense
everyone else in the circle though it wasn't with my physical senses. Then
everything suddenly snapped back to normal, or at least nearly so. I still
felt a strange dizziness and a sense that something was off.
It took another minute for the glow to completely fade from the pillar
though Mathias stood beside it the entire time, slowly looking us all
over. "The ritual is complete," he finally exclaimed. "The effects of the
magic will soon make themselves known to you. Go now with my blessing and
enjoy your new lives."
"Is that it?" I blinked in disappointment. The light show had been
interesting and the strange tingling had been impressive, but I had
actually expected a bit more. With a shake of my head I turned and walked
back to my truck while everyone else did the same.
While I walked back to my truck, the strange sensation that something was
off grew stronger. It even turned into the sense that I was actually in
two places at once, though I couldn't quite explain it. All I knew was
that while I was sitting in my truck and taking off the stupid mask, a
part of me felt as though I was walking towards a green sedan that seemed
strangely familiar.
"Weird," I muttered, shaking my head to try clearing this strange dual
sense from it. "This whole ritual was just a waste of time."
I started my truck and drove home as fast as I legally could, hoping that
this feeling I was in two places would go away. It didn't. Instead, it
grew stronger. It was as though I was actually driving the green sedan at
the same time I was driving my truck and I was driving to another home
that somehow felt as though it were mine. It was confusing and I tried to
ignore it without success.
When I got home, I quietly snuck in through the back door, hoping that my
dad didn't find out that I'd been gone. Then I cursed as my other self had
to slam on the breaks to avoid being hit by some jerk who just ran a red
light. I felt my heart racing at that and I flipped off the other driver
though he was already long gone. Then I shook my head, feeling my long
hair brushing my shoulders and continued driving home.
"Damn," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. It wasn't all that
long, certainly not as long as it was for my other self. But at the same
time, long hair somehow felt perfectly fine and normal for my other self.
"I must have gotten hit too hard in practice..." However, I knew that
whatever was happening was due to the ritual.
I went to my bedroom and quickly undressed though I was becoming less and
less aware of those actions. It was beginning to feel vague, as though
someone else were performing them. The other me in the sedan was feeling
more and more real with every passing minute. I pulled into the driveway
of my house, letting out a sigh of relief at finally getting home. It
wasn't the same home that I'd already returned to, but I KNEW that this
was my home.
"I've been away for too long," I muttered, worried that I'd been missed.
Then I reached for the purse in the passenger side seat, not at all
surprised that I had one. It seemed perfectly natural for me to have a
purse. After all, I brought it with me everywhere didn't? At the same time
though, I knew that it was strange no matter how normal it felt. I fumbled
for my keys to get the one for the house, knowing exactly which one it was
the same way that I'd known the way home. Then I quietly went into the
house, hoping that I didn't wake anyone up. I was really worried about
that.
I set my purse on the counter and then went to the bathroom to get ready
for bed. I passed the mirror and saw a woman looking back. She was
somewhat pretty though certainly not beautiful and a little overweight.
The reflection didn't surprise me though as it felt perfectly familiar to
me. To a large part of me, it was the same reflection that I always had.
"It is me," I whispered, realizing that I could barely feel the old me at
all. I had to concentrate to feel myself in my old bed, sensing that the
other me was slowly looking over his body. I tried to control my movements
but it didn't quite work. It felt more like I was sensing someone else,
someone who was quickly slipping further and further away from me.
After a minute, I stopped trying to feel the old me and looked down at
myself. I saw exactly what I expected to see, a fairly average woman who
could stand to lose a few pounds. Intellectually, I knew that this was a
completely new body and it should feel completely wrong...but it didn't.
It was just me. It was the same body that I'd had my entire life. In fact,
it felt more real to me than my old one. This was who I was, not that
teenage boy.
"My name is Jessica," I stated, knowing my own identity for a fact. I knew
that I had been Glen, but that name didn't feel right to me. I didn't feel
like Glen. I felt like Jessica. "I am Jessica." I stared at my reflection
in the mirror, not seeing anything to be surprised by. I was a 27 year old
housewife with two kids. I even remembered giving birth to them. "So
strange that it's so normal," I whispered.
I stood there for a minute, knowing that I was a grown woman and mother,
not a teenage football player. In fact, when I tried thinking about the
game I was so skilled at playing, it all seemed sort of vague. I couldn't
even remember the different roles between the team members much less all
the rules. I remembered playing, but those memories were a little vague as
well.
"This is what Mathias meant," I whispered. He'd told me that the price of
getting a new life was losing the old. I had indeed lost my old life and
just about everything that made me Glen. In exchange, I had become Jessica
and knew the things that she knew...that I knew.
I closed my eyes and remembered my first meeting with Mathias from
Jessica's point of view instead of Glen's. He'd approached while I was
coming out of the grocery store, knowing that there was something missing
>from my life. I had accepted his offer of a new life that filled my needs
and gone to the ritual. At the same time, I could still remember my
meeting with him as Glen, though that memory was a little more distant.
After a minute, I attempted to feel the old me, the Glen me but I could no
longer even sense him and what was happening with him. We were completely
cut off. That strange sense of being in two places at once had finally
faded away entirely, leaving me with one life and one self. The Jessica
self.
I quickly finished up in the bathroom, removing my makeup and relieving
myself before going to bed. My husband Rich was already in bed, which was
no surprise since he had to get up early for work. I stared down at him in
the darkness for a moment, admiring his body and thinking about how much I
loved him. This didn't seem at all unusual since we'd been married for
five years. Intellectually, I knew otherwise, that I was only here as
Jessica because of Mathias' magic ritual. However, I didn't really care.
Just minutes after climbing into bed beside Rich, I heard the sounds of a
baby crying. I winced, knowing that my daughter Kaitlen must be hungry.
Either that or I'd have to change her diaper. In fact, it might very well
be both. I quickly climbed out of bed but Rich stirred as well.
"Jess?" he asked with a dazed expression.
"It's okay," I told him, bending over to give him a kiss. It seemed the
most natural thing in the world. "I'm on my way."
I hurried to the baby's room and picked her up. "It's all right honey," I
cooed, feeling all sweet and maternal. I smiled at the memory of her birth
and just how much pain it had been. But it had been well worth it for this
joy. "Mommy's here."
After I checked her diaper, I realized that she was hungry and brought her
little mouth to my nipple. She quickly latched on and began sucking while
I moaned slightly at the sensations. It felt good. The Glen part of me was
amazed at what I was doing, never having imagined what it was like to
breast feed a baby. For the Jessica side of me, it was nothing new though
still quite enjoyable. I liked the whole mother daughter bonding thing.
While I was feeding Kaitlen, I sat down and began to think of my four year
old Lucas. He was a bit rambunctious and reminded me a bit of Glen. I had
a feeling that he'd be quite a handful when he got older, as if he wasn't
already.
I just smiled dreamily, feeling strangely content. It was something that
I'd never truly felt before as Glen and I don't think the old Jennifer had
felt that way either. Then I began to realize what it was that I'd been
missing from my old life, what it was that I'd been craving so much.
"I was a football star," I sighed, looking down at my daughter. I didn't
miss being a football star though, not in the least. I'd gotten lots of
attention and everyone had loved me...but it wasn't real. They only
cheered me on as long as I kept winning. But now...
For several minutes I just stared at Kaitlen, enjoying the sensations of
her feeding and smiling in joy. Things were so much different now. I had a
husband whom I loved and who loved me back. I had Kaitlen and Lucas who
didn't care if I occasionally messed up. They would love me and look up to
me anyway. They would love me unconditionally, just for being their
mother.
"So this is what I was missing," I whispered, keeping my voice quiet so as
not to startle my daughter.
I couldn't help but wondering what the old Jessica had been missing, what
she had needed. I couldn't think of what it could possibly be, nor could I
imagine giving up this wonderful life for anything. Whatever it was, I
hope that she had found what she was looking for just as I had. And with
that, I just leaned back and smiled in complete contentment.
THE END
Mikayla
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