I stopped in my tracks. A panicked, out of breath woman stood several feet from me with a cast iron frying pan in her hand. "I'm sorry! I need to do this for my family!" She was crying. "I'm sorry!" She sprinted toward me, the iron pan held high in the air.
I closed my eyes. Some deep, primal instinct took over me. Suddenly, my soul ejected itself from my body and pierced the woman through her chest. The act ejected her soul out of her back, causing it to float in the air above her.
My eyes opened. The frying pan was now in my hands and I was looking down at my **** body. Behind me, I saw a translucent visage of the woman floating in the air, confused. There was no time to think. She wanted to kill me.
I fell to my knees and swung the pan down at my former head as hard as I could. It was like popping a crunchy balloon. Blood flew in every direction. My old heart caused little squirts of blood to fly out of the messy pulp that was once my skull. Behind me, the ghostly form of the woman made a gurgling sound then shriveled into nothing. She was gone.
Everything went silent. I looked around. I was kneeling in a forest clearing. My knees were covered by a cotton skirt. On my chest I wore a button up blouse that fit nicely against my new breasts. I was covered in so much blood, it was impossible to tell the original color of my clothes.
"Jessica! Thank god!" A man's voice yelled from somewhere in the distance. After a few seconds, I watched an attractive man in his thirties enter the clearing and run to my side. "Oh my god! Honey are you alright?"
I let ought a sigh and braced my mind for what had to happen next. Kill or be killed. I thought.
"Ohhh, honey!" I buried my face in his chest. "He was trying to **** me!" I started to cry as I clenched his navy blue polo shirt in my hands.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you!" He started crying as well. He embraced me. "Did he have a weapon? I woke up a few yards from here with this. He pulled a compact pistol out of his pocket and showed it to me. I could tell he had never held a firearm before.
"It looked like he had a knife." I sniffled. " I think it's in his hands but I can't bare to look at his body. I can't believe what I did! I promise, he left me know choice."
"Honey, honey. Don't worry. Of course I believe you! I think I saw a town just outside the clearing. We can go there and phone for help." He pat me on the head and then walked over to my former body.
Fool.
As he was patting my pockets, looking for a knife that didn't exist. I walked up behind him and raised the pan in the air.
Kill or be killed.
For the second time that day, I felt a geyser of blood smack me in my face. Two down. Seventeen to go.
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