He tells Lisa to go grab someone off the street.

“Go find someone! NOW!” Jonny commanded, and Lisa seemed taken aback by his firmness, but she obediently stood and ran out of the house in search of a different host for Jonny. As she did so, Lisa’s worry for her master was mixed with a certain degree of hurt—why hadn’t the master wanted to use her body? Did that mean he didn’t think she was good enough? She would have been honored to have him posses her, but none of that mattered now as long as she could find a way to make him safe.

Jonny lay bleeding in the loneliness of Lisa’s grand living room. “Been a fine ride, Jack,” Jonny said, addressing the absent personage of his borrowed body, “I don’t imagine Katie’s going to be all that pleased that I fucked up and let her old meat suit die, but what the hell?” he said with a slight chuckle. “I’ll bet Selina’s scared to hell,” Jonny mused, “didn’t even realize her date was a dead cop riding around inside this barely-college-aged kid who orchestrated the whole thing. I guess a little bit of mind control can fix that part,” Jonny said as he held his gut with the gaping hole in it.

Jonny heard the door close and two sets of footsteps approach hurriedly. Lisa entered the room as she wiped a tear from her face, and following her was a man Jonny had never seen before. “Jonny, this is Arthur Fineburg; I found him outside taking a walk, and he works in my office,” Lisa explained.

Mr. Fineburg was a man of fifty-two years, a pleasant but rather boring accountant with a bald head and thick glasses adorning his face complete with very thick and dark rims. Had the rims been metal, it is entirely possible one could use them to pick up satellite radio. Given the rest of Mr. Fineburg, it was a mystery to Jonny how he took walks at all. His sedentary job as an accountant had done his body no favors. At approximately five foot seven, he probably weighed 270 pounds. He today wore a dark suit that with a coat the hung wide open, either because he preferred not to close it or because he could not physically do so in any degree of comfort. See, this man’s body was—shall we say—rotund. This is to say his big jello-like belly protruded a good distance out from the rest of him and jiggled as he walked. His double chin gave his smile a pleasant appearance but was probably big enough for a whole extra face, and his rotund middle was so large that his suit pants were yanked half way up his stomach to contain his abdominal girth. He did not exactly run into the room as Lisa had, but he did waddle like a man with places to go.

“Jeepers!” the accountant said in a nasally and very high voice, “we’ve got to get this young fellow to a hospital!” exclaimed. He began to bend down and started to pick up Jonny’s scrawny and ailing body. “Thanks for the effort, Art, really,” Jonny coughed, “but I think I’m clocking out here.” Fineburg shook his head. “No no no you just hang on and we’re gonna fix you up just perfectly. Lisa, grab his feet!” the man commanded. “Art, buddy,” Jonny sad as he took the fat man by the collar, “you’re all I need!” And with that, Jonny’s eyes glowed red for the final time inside Jack’s body, and wisps of swirling black and red smoke emerged from Jonny’s mouth. It was as though the boy was throwing up, and the smoky spirit of Jonny Macks **** its way inside the mild-mannered Arthur Fineburg. Art tried to fight of Jonny with mad grabs at his ethereal form, but it was no use. Fineburg’s body was quickly on the ground as he grunted and rolled around, his giant belly shaking and jiggling as Jonny **** his way farther inside. The scene looked almost like little old fat man fighting an anaconda in the water—he had no chance, but her writhed and rolled about and gargled and struggled just the same. Lisa watched in horror, of course having never seen this part before.

Within a few seconds, Arthur’s body was still. He lay on his back—gut sticking up—on the floor of Lisa’s house. He soon stirred, and Lisa ran over to the body now before her. Jonny struggled to get to his feet while carrying so much more weight than Jack’s body had. Lisa helped him stand gingerly. “Well this is new,” Jonny said as he looked down through his thick glasses at his pudgy fingers and protruding gut. Arthur being a small man, Jonny didn’t stand much higher than he did before, and Lisa remained a few inches taller than he was. Jonny slowly and awkwardly turned to see the body of Jack, now empty of all life, strewn out on the floor. Jonny waived his hand and, in a couple seconds, a kind of demonic flame appeared from nowhere and consumed his prior form, leaving only a tiny ash residue where Jonny’s meat suit had been. Lisa watched this unfold with a certain measure of trepidation at the whole thing. “You’ll clean up the ash later,” Jonny said authoritatively, and he started to make his way toward the garage. Lisa stopped him, pulling on his arm.

“Is—“ she started, “Is that really you in there, Master?” she asked meekly, a small smile across her face as she beheld this 52-year-old fat man Jonny occupied. “It is for now,” Jonny said with a smile, “now get to the car. There’s a bunch of homeless people down by the docks. I think I can find a new meat suit there,” he declared as he waddled away. Lisa followed closely.

The two drove through the streets of the city as ambulances and police cars screamed by, all in the direction of the skyscraper at which Jonny had first let loose his chaotic plan. They all did so oblivious to the fact that the primary culprit was not Officer Brown at all and was in fact in a place they would never fine him. Lisa reached down and turned up the news on the radio. “Terror grips the city tonight, as there has been an attempt on the life of the Mayor,” the female reporter said, “Officer Jackson Brown, in a rage, fired into the audience, killing several people and wounding several more. Still others were trampled as they tried to escape. Before dying in a hale of bullets himself, Brown screamed that the attack was, in his final words, ‘for JM,’ leading authorities to wonder who JM is and what his connection is to the carnage. The mayor is now in a secured location, and first responders are out in **** tonight looking for evidence of who planned this. Police Chief Selina McCarthy was unharmed but could not be reached for comment. This is Ellen Chang, reporting for WTF News,” and the reporter signed off.

“We’re going to have to do something about her,” Jonny said flatly. “Who?” Lisa replied. “Selina,” Jonny answered, “but I’d imagine this gives the old man the mayhem he wanted. People will be on edge for months, and every unsolved crime with similar facts will send people into a frenzy, and trust me when I say there will be some,” Jonny said with a smile. “What do you plan to do?” Lisa asked. “I don’t know yet,” Jonny said, “but the first step has to be finding a more permanent meat suit.” The two of them rolled on silently as chaos filled the city. Eventually, skyscrapers and high-rise apartments gave way to old warehouses and fishing operations. The smell of salt hung in their air. “This looks like a place to start,” Jonny said, and Lisa pulled the car into a parking lot and the two got out.