Liam Richard
Liam yawned as he walked. It was dark, and he was working late. He wanted nothing more than to get home, post on that one roleplaying forum he was part of, and go to sleep. He stopped at a traffic light, and groaned impatiently as he waited for it to change. Once the walk signal came up, he began his crossing.
Then he got hit by a car.
The lights had not been on, and the thing had been nearly silent. In his tired state, he had not noticed it coming. His face smashed against the windshield, killing him instantly. The car served, far too late, and crashed into a streetlight, knocking the driver out.
Well... shit.
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He jolted awake, as if from a nightmare. He was naked. At first he thought he might have been in his own bed, but he felt cold pavement beneath him. He sat up, and consciously moved his hands to shield his lower body. What the hell had happened?
A car horn was honking nearby. He looked up to see an accident. A car had collided with the post of a traffic light. The post was bent slightly, with the hood of the car completely caved in. The driver was not moving.
Concern overtook his embarrassment. He leapt to his feet and rush over, then froze as he saw another figure in the front seat. The body was horribly mangled, with its feet sticking out the windshield. The face was unrecognizable. But the clothing...
That was his favourite jacket.
He looked down, and in his surprise he saw a completely different body. He was more muscular, and felt taller. The skin tone was a bit different, too. His jaw dropped, and suddenly he felt sick. Steadying himself, he approached the door and reached into the car. He had to know. He fished around with his hand, finding a pocket, and then pulled free a wallet. He opened it up and saw...
His ID.
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
08-Jun-2020 22:16:49
