“It’s time.”
Andira watched Borril’s face as he made that announcement, looking for any hint of indecision, even a bit of sympathy. His shuttered expression held neither. Normally, he wore his thoughts openly. But today…today was not a normal day.
She couldn’t fault his attitude. Andira had only herself to blame. She broke the law, committed the murder, even though the victim was already dead. In the eyes of the law, there were no exceptions.
Perhaps Borril felt guilt from his involvement in the matter. After all, her act of violence had saved his life. She couldn’t have stood by and done nothing. Apparently, he didn’t agree.
*****
Seated now in front of the panel of judges, Andira wondered why they bothered with a formal sentencing. The result was always the same. She mouthed the words from memory, having heard them often enough throughout her childhood schooling.
“This panel finds the defendant guilty of murder. Transcription of consciousness will take place in two hours, suitable host to be determined by the Commissioners. This court is adjourned.”
Borril led her back to her cell. Two hours of contemplating her toenails while they worked out the computations to have someone else do their dirty work for them. Ironic that Borril would be part of that team today. Andira tried to take a nap, but couldn’t still the restless thoughts.
In 2357, less than fifty years previous, transcription technology had been discovered. A person’s consciousness, or ‘soul’ if one chose, could be displaced in time, occupying another’s body. If the host body died, the transcript displacement caused the other to die as well.
Of course, that observation came by chance during an accident in the lab.
The resulting furor by religious groups shut down the recreational use of it. Then the Commissioners built a platform around the technology, splitting hairs with capital punishment reformists in order to hammer out an agreement with them. Now people were sentenced to die hundreds of years in the past, sharing the same barbaric method of death as the host. Earth’s peaceful society retained its unblemished record this way. Andira snorted at the thought.
Could she have done anything differently that night? She’d thought of little else in the last two weeks, sitting alone in this metal cubicle. Her mind reluctantly played through the scene again, knowing that events wouldn’t change any.
Andira remembered the smell most of all. It was the first indication of something horribly wrong as she walked through Borril’s front door that night. A scream of fury echoed down the hallway right after she’d called out his name, but it wasn’t his voice. She’d stumbled into the bedroom after racing down the hallway, finding Borril on his knees, begging for his life. A corpse stood over him, butcher knife resting casually against bones no longer capable of sustaining flesh. A severed head carelessly dangled from the other hand, strands of red hair entwined about her fingers.
Everything happened so fast after that, and yet she could replay it all in slow motion now, relive it at her leisure. The swing of the knife missing its target as Borril rolled to the side. Andira picking up the burning candle from atop the dresser, lunging at the woman with the only weapon she possessed. The tattered remains of fabric igniting, the singeing of hair as the head caught fire. Staring at the sodden char after the sprinkler system shut off.
Watching Borril back away from her as he signaled the police. Her ignominious arrest for murdering a corpse.
*****
Borril came to collect her two hours later. He led Andira to the lab and strapped her onto the table, really looking at her for the first time in two weeks. A sliver of emotion slipped past his porcelain mask.
“I’ve gone over the calculations myself, timing it so that you’ll only have to spend a few moments of consciousness before the blade falls. I wish…” He stopped, unwilling to pursue the conversation any further.
“Get on with it then.” Andira closed her eyes, waiting for the disorientation she’d been told to expect. She hadn’t asked whose body she’d be sharing. It hardly mattered. A few seconds of awareness at most, before they both died. Not worth knowing the particulars.
*****
The smell assaulted her senses. Andira looked around the dank room in disbelief. She should be lying against a chopping block, blindfold draped to lessen the terror about to befall her. She delved into the mind of her host, retrieving a name. Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots.
The years passed slowly for both of them, but by the time the axe bludgeoned its way to final victory, Andira had perfected her plan. The next time she went after Borril she wouldn’t miss.
©2009 Laura Eno
Laura Eno (http://lauraeno.blogspot.com) has written two YA fantasy novels and a paranormal romance. Her flash fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Twisted Dreams, The Monsters Next Door, Flashes in the Dark, 10Flash, House of Horror, The New Flesh, Everyday Weirdness and MicroHorror.
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November 12th, 2009 at 6:06 am
Not to be read while suffering a hangover! exciting story!
November 12th, 2009 at 8:57 am
Fantastic. Really a compelling tale. Great imagery and creative plot line. Well done Laura!
November 12th, 2009 at 10:30 am
Brilliant
I loved that story, expertly told with that twist in the tail!
November 12th, 2009 at 10:42 am
What a unique and compelling story, Laura. I love those story lines that delve into time travel and people changing the future of things. Great job.
November 12th, 2009 at 11:00 am
Laura, wow…such a smart and unique tale. I loved it. At the end I went “Ohhhhhh, nice.” Really good!!
November 12th, 2009 at 11:04 am
“Andira remembered the smell most of all.”
sadly….I was eating lunch while reading this. I’ll know better next time.
Great read.
Karen :0)
November 12th, 2009 at 11:48 am
An excellent science fiction piece, so creative. Love the complexities of this idea. Nice story Laura. Timing is everything.
November 12th, 2009 at 12:29 pm
Nice twist. I llke the ending.
Just a small note, I found the part where you explained about the history of consciousness swapping a bit…I dunno, sudden? It felt a little forced and info dumpish, but otherwise I was completely enthralled. This feels like it could be part of a bigger story. Great job.
November 12th, 2009 at 2:36 pm
Really nice story Laura, you manage to pack a whole lot of plot into very few words. Compelling, vividly described and a nice twist in the tail. Well done
November 12th, 2009 at 3:21 pm
There was such a great flow to the story. Takes possession to a whole ‘nother level.
November 12th, 2009 at 3:23 pm
Wow! That was really quite something. The whole story, the fascinating background, technology, twists… Really cool! And beautifully timed in the telling.
November 12th, 2009 at 4:05 pm
An excellent tale of revenge! Borril really should have done his research better but we now know that we’re glad he didn’t. Great yarn Laura - fantastically complex in a very tight write. Well done
November 12th, 2009 at 5:01 pm
Ew, what a creepy and cool story! Laura, you have a strange and wonderful mind!!!!!!!!!!
November 12th, 2009 at 5:57 pm
Wicked story, Laura. I agree with Zapata, awesome flow to this piece. So that’s how its done!
November 12th, 2009 at 6:11 pm
Very cool. Brief with much story. I like the punishment concept, and the telling weaves it in nicely with the character background.
November 12th, 2009 at 10:43 pm
Oh, I like this - even if time paradoxes twist my brain. Very, very nicely done. Just how many times does Borril have to dodge that knife anyway?
November 13th, 2009 at 6:42 am
Thank you all for reading and leaving comments! I really appreciate them.
November 13th, 2009 at 12:31 pm
Very cool. Loved the flow of everything.
November 13th, 2009 at 3:20 pm
Very imaginative. Well done. I like the mixture of horror, sci-fi, and historical. Great stuff.