Ghost, Timothy Carstensen [e books free to read .txt] 📗

with other cops. The man he stopped earlier was a cop! He tried to suppress the memories. He needed to know what was going on, but first he had to get away. He slowed down as he and three of the other cops approached the culvert, and breathed deep. Cocking the gun, he pointed it at one of the other guards, and shot him, He shot the other, and then shot himself in the chest, knowing none of the guards would die, but they would be down for a moment.
He blacked himself, returned to his body, and kept running. Were these dirty cops? Or just the one at the gas station? He ran round the corner, and seeing a police car round the curve, he ran into a motel lobby. He heard the sirens grow louder, and ran through the lobby to the back, and hopped the fence. He ran down the sidewalk on the other side, and heard a click behind him.
He whirled and saw the man behind him, his eyes narrowing, his fingers tightening on the rifle trigger. He concentrated hard, as fast as possible, but he heard the gunshot before he blacked out.

He woke, frozen, still holding the gun, and stepped back in horror. In front of him stood himself, his own long sandy hair flying, his bloodshot eyes twitching in panic, and his hands holding his chest, where a blackened hole now fountained dark red. He saw himself stumble, saw himself fall limply, his shirttail billowing up, his eyes blinking in confusion, and he stepped back, knowing in shock that the guards consciousness that had entered him at that last second had no idea why he was being shot.
He dropped the gun, looking at his own fallen body. He'd died... He'd not blacked fast enough, and he was dead. He could still see, as the shirt had lifted, a part of the scar tissue that had crudely formed the word HOME.
But he wasn't gone! He was still here... but he'd died. He dropped the guards gun and stumbled to his body, and held it. He tried to do CPR but the blood just kept flowing until he knew it was too late. He held the body in tearless shock. What next?

He eventually heard voices, and left his body behind, running as the guard away. Pausing just before he turned a corner, he looked back at himself, fallen, cold and alone. He should have stayed in the body. There was no reason why he should still exist. It was all over, and he was alone.
He briefly wondered if Dr. O'Brian had ever felt this despair... and paused. Dr. O'Brian might have survived death too... He could still be alive, and if anyone could find him, he could! He picked up his pace, having new purpose.


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Publication Date: 07-26-2011

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