Last Seandays: Pit Bull

I followed Paul across the road, looking him up and down with a little envy. "Why the fuck do I always have to wear the ugly one?" I droned in a thick Bronx accent.

Paul said nothing and tugged at the yellow vest he was wearing. I jogged behind him trying to keep up, Jerry had a face only his mother would love, but he was strong and built like a brick shit house. It didn't stop his unfortunate demise at my hands though, just another for my collection.

I struggled with his weight as I pulled him on, but it only took a couple of seconds before his strength was working for me. His face was soon covering mine as I pushed it into place. In the mirror Jerry's round face stared back through piggy little eyes. I flexed Jerry's huge biceps and gasped at how his chest almost doubled in size. I sneered a smile and pulled on his vest, shorts and trainers.

Jerry wasn't the smartest, which worked fine for me. If people were looking for the human equivalent of a pit bull, with the mind of a gerbil Jerry was your man--at least on the surface. I sauntered back to Jerry's home whom he shared with his brother Paul, I chuckled to myself as I watched what was left of him walking confidently in front of me.

Paul never knew what happened, his stupid brother had out witted him. I pinned him down with my full weight and ended it. The brothers lived alone, I'm sure I could play both Jerry's and Paul's parts myself, but I'm all for an easy life, so I called a friend--Adam.

Adam knew the sort of tricks I got up to, and he was eager to help. He resigned from his job and told his parents that he'd got a job on the other side of the country, in reality he was moving into a new life with me only a couple of miles away.

When I answered the door to Adam for the first time, his eyes almost popped. He asked if my name was Jerry with a nervous stutter, I looked at him and growled who wanted to know. He practically wilted under my stare, and I knew I'd mastered Jerry's persona completely.

After admitting the truth, I let him in and showed Adam the lifeless Paul. "Ready to be my brother?" I asked him.

He looked nervously at me and picked up Paul's muscular body struggling a little with the weight. "Sure," he muttered.

I smirked watching him struggling as he eased his skinny body down Paul's throat, ten minutes later Paul was standing in front of me. Confidently he tipped his chin pulling on Paul's clothes. "Sup'," he snorted at me.

This would be my new base, the house had a large sub-basement; somewhere to start my new collection. For the first time I'd have a partner in crime as well.

Paul stopped at the Deli and order a BLT, another one for me. He looked me in the eye and pulled me in close. "Your best at being Jerry, that's why. Your smart enough to catch everyone off balance, and use that strength to hit them where it hurts. But if you want a change," he tells me as he hooks his thumb over his shoulder.

He leans over the counter and says something to the server, and I follow him out back. Ten minutes later I'm walking out into the shop wearing Paul and thanking the server. Jerry jogs behind as I find a table at the window with a grin on my face.