into my condo, and he ransacked
the place. I chased him out, cornered him here. Hit him a good one with my bat.
I played some ball in college, and I've always had a pretty good swing. Didn't
realize I'd hit him so hard. I apparently don't know my own strength.
Something
to look out for in the future.
Two
more officers arrive, and they turn the body over in the water. They wince and
let out a few choice words at the face—caved-in flesh and shattered bones, like
a melon with its insides all mashed up.
"Crime
of passion" is the term for it, I suppose. But I don't feel anything. I
just know that everything will be better now.
There
couldn't be two of us. The universe isn't meant to function that way.
Who
am I? Where did I come from? How did the first-person narrator change from him
to me—or from me to him back to me—or whatever it did? Yes, I'm sure you have a
lot of questions.
So
will the cops. I will answer the ones I can.
You
people have it so good here, and you don't even know it. In my world, no matter
how ready you are for the end of your days, it never comes. We're trapped in a
living hell over there. Immortal, yes. But doomed to live forever in a decaying
reality that's coming apart at its seams.
How
did I get here? What do I want? How is any of this possible? More questions
that will go unanswered, I'm afraid. Because it's not my job to answer your questions.
I
don't give a damn about your stupid questions.
I'm
just relieved the crossover worked. They said it wasn't possible back home. But
I'm living proof, right?
I'm
here, after all.
And
I'm never going to return. That I'm sure of. Nobody from this world would know
how to send me back. Nobody here even knows my world exists. Not yet, anyway.
Except
for you.
So
how about you keep this sordid little tale to yourself? Otherwise, I just might
have to invite your very own doppelgänger across to pay you a visit sometime.
What's
that? You won't tell anybody? Well, that's fine then.
You
take care now. But be sure to keep an eye on that rearview mirror of yours.
You
never know what you might find back there.
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