Shift – LARP

Continued from scene sixty-two


Chapter Ten

“Robert, are all Elysians accounted for?”

“Yes, Chief. They’re all home.”

“What about Maggie Reid?”

“She’s taken possession of the Walker Road property, But her house is still in the planning stages.”

“Where’s she living?”

“Mick Turner offered up a room in his house.”

“He did, did he,” she replied with a smile and gentle touch to my leg.

Robert smiled back. “He did.”

“Maybe we should hold off on that house for a while.

“Jeff, have we reached capacity?”

“Yes, Mame. Food, medical, weapons, comms, you name it; we’ve got it.”

“Linda, how are things on your end?”

“Weddings covered.”

“Thank you. But I was referring to The Gathering of Chiefs.”

“Every tribe agreed. The meeting will take place five weeks from today, on the 18th, under the guise of our yearly invitation-only LARP.”

“And this year’s name?”

“You’re not going to like it, but Ghost said they would not attend otherwise.”

“Did they agree to the location?”

“Yes.”

“And the name is?”

“Dark Night.”

You could have heard a pin drop as we waited for her response.

“Not all chiefs agreed.”

“Who are you referring to?”

“I’m referring to me.”

“Chief, we’ll leave the room so you and Linda can discuss this privately?”

“Sit down, Robert.

“Let me make this clear to all. If discretion is given in the future, I hope you will use that discretion to inform me of anything out of the norm.”

“They would have not come otherwise, Chief.”

“Thank you all for coming this morning. Nicky, if you will, please put together a list of all those attending this year’s Dark Night event. Along with character details.

“Linda, come with me. The rest of you are free to stay. Breakfast should be here, shortly.”

“Jeff, what the hell is a LARP?”

Karen looked back sharply as she left the room.

“Live Action Role Play. You know, foam swords and magic spells.”

I raised palm to forehead.

“Larp is bigger than you think, Christian. It’s played worldwide and the perfect cover for a large gathering of shifters.”

Sliding my hand down, I looked through fingers and replied, “I’m sure it is, Jeff, I’m sure it is.”

“One thing you should remember, though.”

“What’s that?”

“The weapons at our LARP will not be made of foam.”

To be continued…

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The story centers around shapeshifting.

I’m currently working on chapter nine.

Shift – Melancholy

Continued from scene sixty


They’re all comedians, I thought. Horace, Karen, Jeff, Olivia, Baby Jenkins, the whole lot of them. But the innocents of laughter had been lost by me. The lights would go out soon; I saw no way around it. And the melancholy of it all was beginning to take its toll.

Continue to scene sixty-two

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The story centers around shapeshifting.

I’m currently working on chapter nine.

Shift – Focus

Continued from scene fifty-eight


“Oh, she’s a funny one, that girl of mine. The Jenkins’s baby just turned two,” I said to myself on the way over to Olivia’s.

“Good morning, Christian. How are we feeling today?”

“I’m not in the mood. Can we just get started?”

“I suppose. Today’s lesson will be on thoughts and memories. So follow me into the kitchen.”

“You wouldn’t happen to have any orange juice, would you?”

“Have a seat, she said, brushing me on her way to the refrigerator. “You know, when we touch, our brains are bombarded with a wealth of information which can be overwhelming if not processed correctly.

“You’re experiencing this as we speak, but somehow, you already know I’m out of orange juice. Even though I walked toward the refrigerator as if I did. Why do you think that is?”

“I was focused on orange juice, I guess.”

“Why guess? You could have scanned me for the right answer. But you are correct. Sometimes, we overlook another person’s thoughts because we are so consumed with our own. In this case, you were focused on juice instead of today’s lesson. In Borya’s case, he was focused on a way out of the situation. And that, along with being startled, is why you’re alive today. If he had remained calm, you would be dead, not him.

“For some reason, he took you at your word. And this is why I can not stress enough how important it is to stay focused on your goal when reading someone. Understand?”

I nodded with a dry mouth.

“Alright, then let’s move on to memories. Carol will be here around noon, and I want you ready to go head to head with her baby.”

“Oh, we got two comedians in the tribe.”

“Now, don’t be like that; little Billy needs some practice too.”

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Shift – Brain Games

Continued from scene fifty-seven


By morning I was feeling a little pissed. Jeff thinks he has a trusting wife, but she’s not. And Karen scanned my memories without a second thought. Was privacy a thing of the past?

Don’t trust me. I don’t trust you, was my conclusion.

“Good morning Babe,” said Karen as she walked past, with a glancing kiss.

“Good Morning,” I replied, my brain quickly scanning hers.

Don’t trust me. I don’t trust you, my words flowing right back at me. She knows.

“Sweetie, I’ve been playing this game my entire life.

“Dammit, Karen, we have to trust one another.”

“I trust you.”

“I’ve heard that before. But you scanned my memories as soon as I walked through the door last night.”

“And you had your friends lie for you.”

“You wouldn’t have known without a scan.”

“Doc’s a terrible liar. Remember?” I had probable cause.

“Coffee?”

“Sure, my head is beginning to hurt.”

“Don’t drink so much next time.”

“It’s not the booze?”

“Christian, I’m a complicated woman. Maybe you should tackle someone else’s thoughts for a while. The Jenkins baby just turned two.”

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Shift – Secrets

Continued from scene fifty-six


I must admit I felt a little nervous walking through the front door alone. Olivia left when Doc called, and Jeff refused to come in and run cover for me. So my plan was to play the drunk card hard in the hopes I could just go to bed. But It didn’t work. Karen grabbed my arm as soon as I walked across the threshold.

“So let me be clear, Olivia has known about Jeff’s little bar for quite some time. She pretends not to so he can have his space, and I will not tell him otherwise. The same for Doc, who’s a terrible liar.

“I’m a gullible female who’s easily fooled for all they know. But you know that’s not true. Don’t you?”

Before I could answer, she retreated to the bedroom, pointing to the couch along the way.

But you will, I thought. Jeff’s words were coming true, and my buzz was wearing off. Sleep was not going to come as quickly as I had hoped.

Continue to scene fifty-eight

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The story centers around shapeshifting.

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Shift – Open Book

Continued from scene fifty-five


“How’s it a secret? Olivia can scan your memories.”

“True, but she doesn’t. Do you scan Karen’s every time you touch?”

“No, but I could.”

“True again, but you don’t. Why?”

“Never felt the need to.”

“Exactly.

“Secrets are hard to come by in our world, so finding a soulmate who trusts you is something special. And it would be a damn shame to lose it over a hidden bar.”

“So why hide it from her in the first place?”

“Being an open book leaves me feeling––let’s just say somewhat controlled. So tearing out a few pages evens things out for me mentally.”

“I get it.”

“I don’t think you do, but you will. Now let’s head back over to your house. Doc should have already called Karen to apologize for getting you drunk.

“Said you and him were even now.”

“How did he know I was drunk?”

“Sent him a text when I heard the beat to Stayin Alive. The walls are not soundproof you know.”

“We should probably look into that, don’t you think?”

Continued to scene fifty-seven

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The story centers around shapeshifting.

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Shift – Hours Later

Continued from scene fifty-four


Hours later, I was shifting from body to body, dancing to the jukebox, and getting pretty good at it too. Having Olivia mentor me was paying off.

Without hesitation, I could do it in any position without collapsing to the floor. Although I’ll have to admit, I did miss the exhilaration of my first shift.

But whatever, I was scanning memories, learning new skills, gaining knowledge. And did I mention dancing? I was damn good at it.

“Got me a little blackmail photo now,” came a voice from behind as Jeff’s camera flashed, lighting up in the mirror between a row of unopened bottles.

Jumping down from the bar, I quickly shut off the music and returned to my original. “Funny,” I said.

“Not meant to be.”

“How did you know I was down here?”

“After fixing the mess, you made with Karen, Olivia got worried. She was expecting to find you outside when she arrived. And when you failed to show up hours later, they both got concerned and called me.

“So whatcha got to say for yourself, Travolta?”

“Sorry, Jeff, I’ll pay you for the liquor.”

“I’m not worried about the liquor. I’m worried your drunk ass is going to expose my hideaway.

“So tell me, where did you get the alcohol? And I do not want to hear Jeff’s secret bar.”

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Shift – Deer In Headlights

Continued from scene fifty-three


Karen was standing in front of the mirror when I returned home later that night. And before I could say anything, she asked, “Can you see it?” holding up her shirt. “I’m getting fat.”

I thought long and hard before answering.

“You’re still looking good, babe. And that stomach of yours is as flat as ever,” I said cleverly.

I should have thought longer.

“So you think I’ll be ugly when it’s not flat?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then what did you say?”

I was like a deer in headlights from that point on, not knowing what to do as she cried, yelled, and screamed before slamming the bathroom door.

As the picture next to it precariously hung from the wall, I pulled out my phone. “Olivia, this is Christian. Could you come over? I’ve got a little situation here.”

“Don’t worry, I will be there shortly,” she replied.

“Should I go over to the door and comfort her?”

“Sweetie, it’s best you step outside for a while.”

And so I did. All the way to the abandoned farmhouse, where I stuck an old rusty screw between two blocks, opening the bar’s door. After pouring a shot, I held the glass high. The old man wasn’t so crazy after all.

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The story centers around shapeshifting.

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Shift – Love

Continued from scene fifty-two


Seeing Doc’s car by the front door had us scratching our heads.

“That bush has seen better days,” said Robert stepping up to the doorbell.

After a few rings with no answer, Donnie suggested we kick it in.

“Might want to try turning the knob first,” replied Jeff. 

Which he did, leaving him a little red-faced.

“Doc! You in here,” yelled Robert as we let ourselves in.

“Donnie, you and Jeff check the rooms to the left. Christian, follow me.”

After an extensive room-to-room search, we finally found him in Kate’s cell, passed out among several liquor bottles.

“That’s an interesting look,” said Jeff. “And I don’t think Kate would approve of us all standing around looking at her birthday suit. Nor would my wife.”

As we lifted him into bed, I told the others of his Love for her, and they all promised to keep it to themselves.

“Linda.” radioed Robert. “Doc is sick and says he wants to be left alone.”

“Do you want me to send Nicky over?”

“No, he’s good.”

“Okay, we’ll just end the meeting early then. You guys are free to go home.”

Outside, I watched as Donnie drove Doc’s car off the bushes and thought, Love. It can make us happy or sad, yet we all long for it regardless of the outcome.

“Christian, Darrel wanted us to come by the barn after the meeting. Said something about needed some help sense we got one of his employees killed and all.”

“Alright, let’s go. We don’t want anything to happen to those cows.”

Continue to scene fifty-four,

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The story centers around shapeshifting.

I’m currently working on chapter nine.

Shift – No Answer

Continued from scene fifty-one


“No answer,” said Donnie as he reentered the room. “Do you want me to go over there?”

“Please,” replied Linda. “It’s unlike him to not call. Nicky, did you stop by your office this morning?”

“No, I had to drop some things off at main. So I came straight here. They’ve had their hands full, with Doc spending so much time away.

“I imagine so.”

“I’ll go with you, Donnie,” said Jeff. “Christian, you in?”

Startled by the sound of my name, I quickly looked up. “What’s that?”

“Going over to Doc’s. You in?”

“Oh, sure. Linda, do you want me to notify Karen?”

“Not yet, It might be nothing, and she needs her rest.”

Continue to scene fifty-three

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This is the first draft of my manuscript 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 nine.