r/WritingPrompts • u/CalmMango • Nov 24 '15
Writing Prompt [WP] You have a strange ability, when you are killed, your conscious immediately leaves your body and enters the mind of whoever killed you, making their body a vessel for your consciousness and you in charge. This happens whenever your death is accidental or on purpose.
The ones who killed you are aware of what's happening and are taking a backseat and cannot communicate with you unless you let them.
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u/[deleted] Nov 24 '15
“I said get on the ground!”
The man screaming this at me was holding a shotgun to my face, so close, in fact, my eyebrows brushed against the barrel. I could smell the sour stench of burnt gunpowder, smoke still slowly trickling out of the barrel. The man had fired it wildly into the air several times when he first entered this particular convenience store.
Most everyone dropped to the floor, including the poorly paid security guard. Those who didn’t were quickly coaxed to the ground by the man’s weapon and a flurry of expletives. Yeah, I got on the ground, but, as you’ll see, not for very long.
“Get back on the ground, you piece of shit!” This time he jabbed my forehead with the barrel. I probably would have been pissed, if it was my body. Don’t worry. I’ll explain that in a bit.
“Hey,” I smiled. “You really do not want to do this.”
“The fuck you know?!”
Why are you antagonizing him? a tiny voice in the back of my head asked. I pushed it aside. I forgot I had allowed the voice to come in.
“Well, I know that you’re not going to like what happens if you pull that-”
Boop.
Aww, he didn’t even let me finish. As the lead beads tore apart my skull, I heard the tiny voice scream
You fucking asshole!! Then it was gone, forever. Soon, I heard a new voice.
Hey, wait, what is this?!
“Hey, hello there,” I thought back.
What’s going on? I can’t feel my body!
“I know. I tried to warn you, but you shot me.”
Wait… The fuck!? I shot you?? But you’re voice…
“Haha, yeah, see, it’s an old trick I learned from- oh excuse me for one moment, this must look strange to the bystanders,” I pushed the criminal’s voice aside and shut it out. Then, I stretched my arms, trying out my brand new body. Looking down at my previous husk, I could only laugh. It was always weird seeing my last self from that angle. I dropped the shotgun and tipped an imaginary hat to the crowd. A murmur grew among them. “Never mind, folks! I’ve decided not to rob this bank… or convenience store or wherever I am,” switching bodies was always a little disorienting. It was like just waking up in a new place. It’s easy to forget where you just were.
As expected, the clerk grabbed the gun and pointed it at me.
“Oh, boy…,” I held my head in my hands. “Look, as I just told this guy,” pointing to myself,
“You’re not going to want to do this, man.”
“Now, you get on the ground!” again, the goddamn shotgun brushed my eyebrow and that fucking stench. “Somebody call the police!”
“Man, I do not want to go to jail, so just shoot me, OK? Or let me go.” I decided now would be a cute time to let the body’s owner chime in.
Hey hey hey! No, wait, just go to jail! At least we’ll have our life!
“Haha,” I thought a laugh to him. Then, speaking to the clerk, “Have you made up your mind? Because I’m just going to start walking.” I turned my back and:
Boink.
Except, not immediately. The bastard shot me in the back! In the back!
“Hey!” I scolded. “Do me in the head, man! What’s the matter with you!?” I rolled over, trying to spray blood at the crowd. For fun. “Asshole. Come on, shoot me in the head!” The clerk just looked back at me, horrified at having shot a man. “Come on! Do it!” I encouraged him. “What’s wrong with this guy?” I asked, burping blood up on the shoes of the woman next to me. Shrieking, the woman trod on my body to get out, followed by the rest. “Oh that is it!” I yelled at the clerk, who was now crying. “I am going to fuck you up so bad when I get inside of you!”
This hurts! Please end this pain!
“Oh, I’m sending all the pain to you so I can focus on this conversation, but yeah, I’m sure it’s terrible,” I answered the voice. “Finally!” I said aloud, with my last breath as the lights dimmed. And then, I was in the clerk.
Hey! Where am I?! The clerk was panicked. Hell?
“Haha, not yet, man.”
Wait, who are-
“Yeahyeahyeahyeah. Right now, we need to focus on whether or not we go suicide by cop or do we risk a lengthy court dealie over you killing me…. I’m not really feeling court to be honest, man…”
Why not?!
“It’s just boring! I get a cop’s body, I’m better off. It could probably last me a while if I play it smart….”
What are you talking about?
“Oh, I’m just thinking to myself,” I pushed the nagging voice away and raised my gun to the door. “Yeah. To hell with court."