Seanday Service: Jam Jars

I heard some noises again and struggled against the ropes that bound my wrists to the chair. I'd been a drug mule for the gang a couple of times, and I'd only just escaped on my last job. But they weren't impressed when I told them I lost their last package, two million worth of product they told me.

I knew they wouldn't hurt me, I was too useful to them. I was a courier for a hospital, so I was always flying in and out with sensitive parcels like livers, hearts and stuff. Normally I'd slip their consignment in with the other stuff knowing I could get it through security without any close inspections. But this time Anderson was there with his mutt.

Anderson worked for the K9 unit, his dog was good, could sniff out any substance from a hundred yards. He was so smug, fucking good looking for a cop as well. When the dog picked up the scent, I knew I was going to lose, so I dumped the shit and left. That was two weeks ago.

This morning a van almost knocked me down as it skidded to a halt next to me. A couple of guys burst out and put a hood over my head, I didn't struggle the gang always arranged meetings like this. But they don't normally tie me to chairs, this is fucked up, and I wondered if I was just an embarrassment to them that need erasing.
I heard muffled voices again and then someone pulled the hood off my head. I blinked in the light and looked around, I recognised Carl one of the nineteen year old dealers but not the other two goons. Sitting opposite me, also tied and hooded was another guy I wasn't sure who it was, but every now and again he'd mutter something and pull at the ropes.

Hearing a clink of glass I looked over, there was an old woman sitting at a table with a dozen or so screw top jars in front of her. She was hunched over one painting intricate lines and characters in a dark ink. She looked up at me and sneered, I felt a shiver go down my spine.

The door opened and closed behind me, and someone stepped in front of me. It was Grayson, the boss. "Good to see you again," he said sarcastically. "You cost us a lot of money with your little fuck-up," he said in a cool tone. "I warned you last time, and now you're going to have repay your dues."

I shifted uncomfortably keeping my mouth shut. The woman held up a painted jar, and Grayson took it from her removing the lid. "I've got a new job for you," he laughed and placed the jars opening to my forehead.

My whole world warped, I could feel my body tensing. I jerked at a feeling of being pulled out of my body through something the size of a pin prick. A brilliant light, I thought I was dying but then a few muted colours returned. My vision was blurred, behind glass? I could see my body slumped in the chair as Carl was untying the ropes. I felt light headed as if I was being lifted into the air, I saw Grayson's face--it was huge. It was then I realised they'd somehow trapped me in the jar.

I heard some muffled talk, but I couldn't make it out. Carl's face reared into view, *fucking jerk* I thought to myself as he grinned at me through the glass. What happened next made me lose all hope for my future. Carl casually walked over to my body and sat on its lap, he started to wriggle his skinny ass body, grinding it into my crotch. He sneered at me again as he sunk into my body, moments later my body stretched and got to its feet. It felt my muscles, the ones I'd worked so hard to get it was like watching a horror movie. My old body walked over and glared at me through the glass, I tried to scream as I saw Carl's eyes behind my own, but he flipped me the bird and sauntered out confidently in my body. Was this the punishment? I knew I'd be missed, and my job at the hospital was useful to the gang--that's why Carl had taken my life. Confused the ball of light I'd become bobbed and dropped to the bottom of the jar.

Grayson's face came into view again. "You think that's it? No, I'm only just starting."

He put the jar on the table, and was handed another by the woman. Approaching the other guy he pulled the hood from the guys head. It was Anderson, he looked up a Grayson and said something indistinct. He struggled again as Grayson offered up the jar to his forehead. I watched as his body spasmed, and then relaxed. Grayson looked at the jar, another ball of light buzzed and bounced around the inside. Placing it next to me, it paused for a moment, and I could see Anderson's face.

There was a sense of vertigo again, and the jar was lifted from the table. The top opened and was jammed against the Anderson's forehead. Again, I felt like I was being pulled, although this time from the jar. My whole being forced into something alien, I gasped and opened my eyes.

"Welcome back Anderson," Grayson chuckled untying my hands.

Frowning I rubbed my wrists, and blinked when I saw the thick biceps stretching the sleeves of the polo. I looked at my hands and then felt the two slabs of meat that stretched the shirt as I breathed. "This is how you're going to repay us. You're our inside man," he told me.

"What--," I stopped mid sentence, it wasn't my voice. Then I felt like I was drowning as Anderson's memories swamped my own, I bobbed up to the surface and realised I had all his memories, just like my own. "So this is how I repay you? Be Anderson, turn a blind eye, get one of the forces top guys in your pocket huh?"

"Your smart, just do what your told, and you can go back to your old life in six months," he pauses for a moment, "that's if Carl has been behaving himself of course. You know what kids are like, and your body is so much better than his old one."

I bite my lip. "Where's my dog?" I snap, drawing on Anderson's memories. Grayson snaps his fingers, and they bring in Monty *my* K-9. It sniffs my hand and obediently sits next to me.

"Now fuck off and be Anderson. Keep that dog under control, and out of my business," Grayson growls.

I leave taking by backpack, Monty trots along behind me as I consider my new life as Anderson.