Just a prologue on an idea i'm tossing around in my head. its rough
I could still feel everything Jack felt. Fear, terror, rage, confusion... and desperation. These things crashed across my mind like a wave breaking upon the rocks, echoing again and again. His body had just stood there for a moment before he collapsed, his ghost, his spirit, his soul, his life or whatever reached out like a drowning man blindly grabbing at safety, like it was gasping for air. And then it faded and scattered apart like steam, and Jack's body died. He just stopped breathing and lay on the kitchen floor staring blankly at nothing.
Nicole was screaming in horror, Brian had called the cops. I think I'd still be there trying to process these feelings, Jack's feelings, if the sirens hadn't broken me out of my trance.
It happened fast, too fast, I... there were so many things I couldn't remember. How did I get out of the house, when did I leave, when did I get out on the street? How far had I ran before I found myself being chased by a cop on foot. The sirens kept getting closer just before a car would cut off my path, and the red and blue lights, the yells telling me to stop, to freeze.
I was scared, I didn't know what was happening, I didn't know how this all happened. I didn't mean to hurt anybody, I was just trying to make it stop.
The cop, the one that knocked me down. I tore the ghost out of his leg too. He was enraged, he hated me. I felt it. I left him laying on the ground in the alley way screaming in agony holding his leg. I ran.
I didn't mean to hurt anybody! I really didn't... and they were after me, trying to stop me, trying to kill me...
The sirens were getting close again. Alot of them.
I ran down the stairs toward the subway platform. It was mostly deserted this time of night, other than a few late night workers a few vagrants maybe. And me. My hands were shaking, I was shaking. My legs felt like jello, like I was going to fall at any moment. My heart was pounding like drum, probably so loud it sounded like a cannon. My breathing was quick and shallow, panicked. Anybody that looked at me would not mistake it for anything other than panic. They would know the sirens were probably for me.
A few people looked my way, and quickly walked away, casting a few glances over their shoulders as they went. I was like a rabid dog pacing back and forth, waiting for the train. I wished it would have hurried the fuck up!
Where was I going to go? What was I going to do? I was wanted, I was hunted. I was the bad guy. I had killed a man. I hurt a cop. That alone ensured that every bullet in the cops' guns had my name written on them.
FUCK FUCK FUCK!
I screamed out in frustration and fear. It did not help...
I turned again to continue pacing, everybody had left. I turned and there was somebody standing directly in front of me. He was tall, white guy, he looked down on me with a blank expression, but I could see it in his eyes. He knew. He didn't have a uniform, maybe he was a plain clothed cop?
I turned back around to get away from him, and another man stood there, he was Asian, well built and had his hands balled up in a fist. His tattoo wrapped around his arm and probably across his chest. An eastern dragon. Gang tats. Definitely not a cop. The look of knowing was also in his eyes. I was the prey.
The white guy said from behind me, "It's over. Stop running."
The Asian just nodded, "Yeah."
Fear gripped me, an icy chill of dread, of knowing it was all about to end. My life was about over. Fear, and a sliver of defiance. A sliver of fuck it, I'll go down in a blaze of glory. It was a strange feeling. Once I decided it was time to go, when I knew I was going to die right then and there, everything became calm.
I turned to look at the white guy, then simply walked straight toward him. I was so enraged. It was so unfair. I never meant for any of this to happen. Everything was a giant fucking mistake, and I was the victim. And I was going to pay for it with my life. The white guy looked at my hand and his eyes widened. That was fear. Seeing that in his eyes was empowering, like for once I was actually in control, I was in charge, I would dictate terms.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop!" He shouted and held his hands up trying to keep his distance from me. I lunged forward and he stumbled back, I felt my hand hit his chest... and then pass through it. The man convulsed while standing there, and I kept walking forward, passing through him, my hand passing completely through his body, dragging that blurred image of him with it. His soul.
Panic, fear, a deep and profound hurt. He felt all of those things then. And understanding...
His soul fought against my grip in total futility, reaching and screaming soundlessly to return to his body, which had fallen to it's knees.
And understanding?
I let the soul go and it lunged away, bolting toward the body on the ground. And my world exploded in agony as I flew across the platform and landed like a rag doll on the concrete, rolling to a stop. My muscles screamed in pain, they wouldn't obey, I couldn't control them and I spasmed on the ground, jerking back and forth. From the corner of my eye I was vaguely aware of the white guy's soul going down to it's knees and entering the body. For a moment, his body seemed to have blurred after images, and then he sucked in a massive gasp of air. It was like he had been drowning. Then he fell to his side, breathing heavily, pulling in huge gasps of air.
The Asian man stepped into view. Electricity danced across his fingers and hands, and up his arms. He looked back at the white guy, then at me, "Stupid move, kid." He approached me quickly, and again my world exploded in pain, and everything went black...
