Chapter 1 Why is He In A Taxi Cab:
Thought-provoking that I have a camera on my dash. I better be careful of what I say then. He can see any moment I’m being suspicious. “No reason to suspect me. The Desert Gang has all. died crime will take a little for the criminals to get back to there.” “Stop playing pretend!” Then he pushes into his vehicle. “I’m not pretending!” “I can kill you and call it self defense you know!” “You also know there’s a little thing called murder that if you're guilty, your plead of self defense won’t matter!” Then I push the guy off of me. This imbecile is about to kill me. He then attempts to punch me. “Of course I’m going to let you hit me, hit me!” Keeps going you, idiot. I have the advantage over you. Especially in this modern society. He then punches his fist to the left, sideways. Then my body moves to the left. Just in the stomach area. Then I slash his arm. He cries in pain. As the blood oozes out of his sleeve, fewer arms. The guy then puts his fist to the right. I drag my feet on the ground to keep balance. This guy’s power isn’t bad, that’s for sure. Making a victim’s body move side ways is no joke. But, the turquoise arrows are dogeable. He tries to attack, but this time, I dodge. Dipping under the arrow. He then goes for my legs with the arrows. Then I jump to dodge them. “I’m figuring you out.” “Sure, but we all figure things out, eventually.” Then I maneuver to the left after he puts an arrow up my body. I’m figuring this out, now I just have to have my timing right. The only reason I haven’t switched to his body yet is because it would look suspicious. If they somehow assume I’m alive, that is. I’m dead, according to the country of Singapore. Then I moved to the left. As I move to the left, the car gets skinnier. It’s got that classic taxi cab look. I felt less heat because less of the car was blocking the wind. I looked at the scruffy beard. “Why are you moving to the side?” Then he puts the turquoise arrows back into the sky, this time going to the right. So, I duck to the right. When do I switch bodies? Maybe I switch bodies with this guy. Or wait a little to have some fun. Jump across the taxi. Wait, I think he has a range. This power has can only go so far. I should assume that, but okay. I can see the area. As the guy pops up right behind me with a knife to my neck. “Your crying?” The guy remarks. Then I elbow his chest. Then Blood comes out. A little trickery from yours truly, Duplicate Man. I think back to five years ago. The genuine pain I felt. Losing my grandma was a tough experience, the only time I had experienced death. The tough experience continues to be a weakness throughout my life. I’m not sensitive to it. But, every six months, it gets me. And at the moment, all I can think about is here. She breaks me down. Being part of the Desert Gang made me feel good, though. Sahara became a better family than I ever would have imagined. They made me experience excitement for the first time in years. And I am great full for that. Now I’m alone, no grandma, no Blood Boy, or Sahara to comfort me now. That’s why I fake cried, because it was easy to do. I need as many distractions as I can get. As many head turning moments. I will destroy this man inside and out. He doesn’t have a chance. No chances of survival. By the time I’m done, he will cry, looking at his dead relatives in his sleep. He can’t get me. I’m a juggernaut that will tower over your ass. Watch before you the tower of piza. Comes crashing down. I’m still on the hood of the car. I dodge the turquoise arrows as usual. My streak was impeccable. I never thought I could dodge this many arrows, but here we are. Then all sudden he misses hitting the car. “Dumb, dumb, fool, gotta be dumb.” I remarked. Then I slam my head against his vehicle. “Looks like you're dumb.” He replies. He does not know what I have planned. No one will know I killed him. I used the tape on the dash to cover the camera. I have something else planned. My head bleeds. “Huh.” “I look like the Tasmanian Devil.” “You look like a drunkie.” “A drunkie?” I reply. “I think you do yes.” “A guy that needs help, maybe. Then I slowly start scratching his arm. Creating decent scars. “This won’t kill me.” “No, but it will keep me out of prison.” “Your Insane.” He’s calling me insane? What a Brainiac. “You’ve probably driven a taxi for quite a while.” He looks like he’s driven a taxi for years. He also looks like he came straight out of the forest. Maybe he was a hunter, now he’s being hunted. Hunted till finally death. The hunters get hunted. The hope is to kill them, but life doesn’t make it easy. If it did, I wouldn’t have had people searching for me all those years. I would be in a paradise on the beach destroying their puny little society. The city of Singapore will bow down to me. Bow down too Duplicate Man, as he demolishes your beauty of a hellhole. Then I break out laughing on the floor. The breeze comes in. I lay on the floor slowly. “The breeze is beautiful, isn’t it?” “Hearing the cars passing through it.” I look at him. I squint. Then I snap my fingers. I stumbled from the switch. Then I collapse on the car. I grabbed the knife. And slit my wrist. I snap, then quickly switch bodies.
