Lazy Writing (Act One)

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“Catherine, What the fuck are you doing?”, Eugene stuttered, his voice trembling from the fear building up inside his chest, slowly seeping through his inner canals and into the rest of his body. Samantha, beside him, was calm, at least it appeared so. She hadn’t spoken a word since Max had extended her weapons at them.  Both of them were on their knees, hands behind their head, execution style, as they stared up into the lovely face of their captor, unspeaking – as instructed.

“Talk to me Cat. Whatever it is, we can work through it. You don’t have to do this.”, he continued his plea. “Please Cat, I can help-”

“Silence! You fool. You really are insufferable.”, Max shot back, clearly angered at his whining. “How could she like you, this sniveling pathetic excuse for a man?”

Eugene was baffled. “What are you talking about Cat?”

“Would you stop calling me that! My name is not Catherine!”

“What-What do you mean?”, the puzzled man asked.

“Can’t you see? This is like if I took over your body.” Sam spoke up for the first time since she’d knelt, casting a despondent look over at her partner.

“What!?”, he asked, still lost in a spiral of puzzlement.

His face betrayed his inner turmoil, as he struggled under pressure to sort through the wave of information suddenly washing over him, catching him unprepared and lost in its ruthless movement. The other two parties in the room watched on, as he first resisted, before finally letting go and becoming one with the current. Understanding slowly dawned on him, like a lifebuoy tossed over the side to him by a sympathetic onlooker. He grabbed unto it for dear life and gasped for the continued abundance of air he was suddenly gifted with.

When he turned to face Catherine now, it was with a new awareness, a realization that the situation he was caught in was graver than he initially feared. His face hardened, bringing the cycle of reactions he’d been going through full circle. Stone-faced and cold now, he spoke his next words with an icy tone that sent a chill through Sam. She regarded his expression anxiously, watching as the confused man turn into an enraged bull, raring its hind legs, preparing to run into whomever stood in his way.

“Who are you? And what have you done with Cat?”, he spoke, calm and firm.

Max looked at the transformed man stooped in front of her. Interesting what power emotions had over a person once they opened that door. Unsure what lengths this new man would go to satisfy the primal rage evidently boiling to the surface, she decided not to take any chances. Slowly, she cocked her gun, her grip tight, and brought it to point between his eyeballs.

“Hello there, I’m Max. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Unflinching, he let his eyes rest briefly on the barrel pointed at him, then he raised his gaze to look at her. “Where’s Cat?”

“Right here.”

With that, Max snapped her fingers and beside her appeared her former shell, still broken, still grieving.

Turning to look at Sam, Eugene asked, “Is this who you saw?”

“Yeah. That’s her.”, she replied.

Both then turned to regard the new person in the room, who’d materialized out of nowhere. The cowering 60-year-old woman held her face away from their scrutiny. Tears streamed down her cheeks in two neat lines, and she tried in vain to hold back her grief. When she spoke, she looked directly at Eugene.

“I’m sorry.”

“Catherine? Is that really you?”

“Yes”.

Eugene tried to get to his feet. He regretted his decision an instant later as Max slapped him hard across the face. He toppled backwards and lay on his back, dazed from the blow. Standing directly above him, Max pointed her gun at his chest.

“I thought I made it clear you were not to move under any circumstance.”

“Max that’s enough!”, Catherine shrieked, then turning to Sam, “Do something!”

“You okay there, buddy?”, Sam asked the dazed Eugene, as he slowly got off his back to resume his previous kneeling position.

“I’m fine.”

“Good.”

Samantha turned her focus to the old lady, “Elaborate.”

Catherine hesitated, casting a doubtful glance at Max, who nodded her affirmation. She took a long breath, then she launched into her exposition.

“I was sent here by the ADB to keep tabs on you, and…” her voice trailed off… “and possibly eliminate you if there was reasonable cause”

“What!?”, Eugene almost barked.

“Who are the ADB?”.

Catherine cast another look towards her partner who waved her on. She seemed to shrink further into herself as she spoke.

“The Anomaly Detection Agency is the organization I work for. They are interested in tracking people like you.”

“People like us?”

“Yes. People like You and Samantha here and Ron. You didn’t think you were the only ones, did you? The only one capable of personalizing his separate personalities and interacting with them? You are a host with MPMS-Multiple personality manifestation syndrome. There are a few other people like you across the world. Our task is to keep tabs on individuals with the ability, and in extreme cases, eliminate those who utilize it against others.”

“So, you were sent here to kill us”, Sam retorted, her disgust etched on her face.

Catherine bowed her head, unable to find words for a reply.

“How come you’re stuck like that?”, Eugene asked.

This time it was Max who replied.

“Well that one is simple. I switched bodies with her.”

“You can do that?”

“Oh, sweet dear boy. You really know nothing. Ask your partner. I suppose she might know something about that.”

Sam shrugged. “I suppose it’s possible. Think back to the early days when I came around. You used to black out a lot and never remembered what happened during those times. I was in command of the body during those periods. I suppose if one were to induce that kind of blackout after the split I could end up in possession of the body. Possibly.”

“Brilliant as usual. Sam. As expected really. I had to take over. You see Catherine here, had begun to develop feelings of attraction towards you, Eugene. So, I stepped in, to finish the mission.”

 A snide smile snaked across Max’ face as she delivered her verdict.

“The powers trusted to me by the ADB make it so that I, hereby sentence you to death, Eugene Quao. Goodbye.”

Time stopped for an instance at her words. Eugene’s eyes slowly widened as Max cocked her gun, behind him, Sam was scrambling to her feet, in a last futile attempt to prevent the inevitable. Catherine’s lips were slowly opening to deliver the immutable and inexorable “Nooo!” as she reached out her hands.

Max watched the scene unfolding in her eyes as if from a movie, then smiling still, she pulled the trigger.