Over the next few weeks, we went back to that room, each day starting with hope and ending in failure.
“Carol, what if I told you the crazy woman’s eyes were yours.”
‘I’d say you’re as crazy as she is. Now unstrap me from this chair.”
“Look at me; you’re Kate, not Carol. You’re stuck in a body that looks like Carol, that’s all. You’re a shapeshifter, Kate. You’re trapped in a body that’s not yours, and you need to take control of it so you can shift back.”
“You’re bat shit crazy, you know that, Doc.”
“Am I,” he said, shifting into Kate’s body.
Jerking side to side, she screamed, “Let me go, you demon! Somebody help me get out of here!”
“Look in the mirror, your NOT Carol—Christian, hold her head so she can’t turn away.”
As tears streamed down her face, Keith shifted to his original. “You’ve seen me transition twice, Kate. You know it’s true. Please shift back!”
Her eyes switched back and forth as she railed violently in the chair. Then it stopped. “Keith, is that you?”
“It’s me, Kate. You got lost in Carol’s body. You need to take control right now and shift back.”
I’m trying, but it’s not working; please help me, Keith. I don’t know how.”
“Focus, Kate, It’s your mind, not hers.”
“I’m fading, Keith, please do something,” she said desperately.
“I don’t know what else to do,” he said, sobbing as their eyes locked.
“You know what to do, Keith; please don’t let me down. I can’t live in this hell any longer. Please,” she said again as green eyes turned blue.
The needle dropped to the floor as he exited the room, leaving me to stare at a lost shifter’s body. For a moment, I thought she might shift back, like werewolves do when they die.
This is the first draft of my mauscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.
The story centers around shapeshifting.
I’m currently working on chapter seven.