No way out

You recoil in horror as the figure swipes the pen across your face, and recoil even further as you feel a cool air hit your chin. Not Elena's chin - your actual chin. Somehow his swipe with the pen has cut through the skin, slit it across your neck. You feel Elena's flesh go loose and sag atop your own head, what were her eyes fading to yours, their shape distorting and pulling down. It feels like you're wearing a cheap horror mask, like you'd buy in a costume shop. You're so stunned you don't even try to move as your opponent grips Elena's hair, and rips the head off you.

Fucking hell, you think. He's just murdered Elena. He's just ripped her head off her body. A look of sheer terror crosses your face. The 'boss' looks at you with contempt.

"Anderson." He states.

You're still stunned. From the neck down, you are Elena. You have her breasts, her hands, her private parts. Nobody could mistake you for anything other than a woman. But from the neck up, you're David Anderson, your pale skin directly contrasting to Elena's.

"What happened to Ryan?" The 'boss' demands, pointing the pen at you. "You know I don't have to ask, right? I can just shoot you and fucking find out."

"The pen doesn't give memories," you say, defiantly. Your opponent chuckles, waving the pen at you, his hands clenched tight around Elena's head. "This one does," he states. "Now what's it going to be? The easy way, or the hard way?"

You're in no mood to take the easy way. You dash for the door. You're surprised you don't crumble after a few steps. Already Elena's skin feels loose on you, her dress awkward, her movements inexact. The more you move, the more it feels like you're wearing a costume. You panic, and burst down the stairs, stumbling.

Back inside the room, the 'boss' simply picks up his cell.

"It's Anderson," he says, almost bored. "Coming your way. Bring him back."

Inside the green truck's cab, the agent ends the call, opening the door and slipping out. He walks toward the building with a slow, metronomic gait. As he does so, he pulls out a gun.

*****

You hear the door open downstairs. You hear the noise in the apartment above. You hear footsteps, slow and methodical, on the stairs below.

You glance around, wondering where you're going to go. There's a door, but you can hear grunting sounds coming from within... it sounds like two people. Even if you did zap them and change, there's no way you'd be able to convince your pursuers that you're not an impostor.

Alternatively, there's the window. You can see a rooftop opposite, across a small alleyway. All you'd need to do is crawl through, muster enough courage, and jump...

(Author: Collider)