Last Seandays: Intruder

"Tony, where are you?" I shouted into the quiet apartment. "I want my fucking deposit back if you're going to throw me out for no reason. You hear me?"

I slammed the door and started to search the rooms, and then I came across the fucker lying on the kitchen floor. "I want my money," I demanded.

He looked at me through lifeless eyes; he rolled onto his back with a dull thud. Then, inch by inch he was being pulled into the next room by his feet. I stood there for a moment as he slowly disappeared through the door, his limp arms dragging behind him.

"What the fuck?" I muttered following Tony into the next room. I stopped as I came face to face with a stranger; he was dressed in black, a hood over his face. Through the eyeholes piercing blue eyes flicked between me and Tony: he dropped Tony's feet and slowly pulled something from his pocket, the steel of a knife glinted in the sun.

Last Seandays: One story, two endings

Something different this time. This story has two endings, in the comments vote for your favourite. Collan's holding the fort next Seanday because I'm on holiday (maybe as someone else!).

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The phone buzzed in my pocket, hooking it out I checked the display--a message from Jackson. I muttered to myself *fucking idiot*.

I jammed my knee into the back of the giant below me, he cursed at me threatening me and my family--but I didn't give a fuck. I'd been out in the open for too long, and I needed a new identity one that I could slip so deeply into that nobody could sense me, not even the Doppel Agents.

"Shut the fuck up," I yelled, "you wouldn't be threatening me if you knew who I was. In fact you'd be begging me leave you alone."

Last Seandays: In Deeper, part 1

I smirked as the two cops ran past me. I caught an eye of one and he frowned as he past me panting heavily.

I'd only been able to do this for a few weeks, take over the bodies of others. Hell I'd gotten myself in so much trouble, but I knew nobody would be able to catch me--what chance did they have?

But let me tell you about how I got here in the first place.

Seanday Reloaded: Sentry One

Sgt. Banton walked up to the soldier glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching; satisfied he gives him a hard slap on the back; "You know soldier, I think you've been one of the best recruits I've had on this tour of duty." The soldier makes no comment or even moves.

Binton goes on, "Time ticks on, and you're about to be served your papers. You're being sent back home tomorrow, how do you feel about that?" The soldier remains both silent and motionless. "That's what I like about you son; strong and silent. You must have been guarding this gate for what the past four months? You know you scare the shit out of them, you're the best the boys have sent us."

There's a noise from behind; a cough. Binton turns to see another soldier, much smaller standing nearby. He salutes, "Private Jacks, reporting for duty. Sir!"

Seanday: Lost and Found

He showed me a few pictures of 'Dylan' from last week. I looked at them with only a vague memories.

Matt had been depressed after learning that he'd lost his brother while on duty and I'd somewhat foolishly showed him my shapeshifting abilities.

Seanday Extra: Jarhead Reunion

You stab at the elevator button, imagining it's your friends chest. "You fucker!" They've left you at the wedding reception in the hotel, gone off with someone else.

"Fucker!" you growl, and cup a hand over your mouth. "Shit!" You look around sheepishly.

You press the button again, and suddenly you're pushed into the elevator door.

"S-sorry," a deep voice, slurring comes from behind you.

You frown as you look over your shoulder, it's a thick heavy jock dressed in a cadets uniform. His eyes blink a few times, they're glassy and the way he's swaying you guess he can't handle his drink.

-ping-

The door opens, and you walk in. He follows and stumbles falling inside, cracking his shoulder on the door. He turns, and subconsciously pulls at his jacket.

*Jarhead*, you think to yourself.

You press your button, seven and wait. The door slides close. "You on seven as well?" You ask.

He works his eyebrows and tries to focus on you, "Fourth." You sigh and press four.

-Ding-, "Second floor", the synthetic voice announces.

You're watching the cadet, he's head is back and he's slowly slipping down the wall as his knees buckle under him.

Seanday Shorts: Special Training

I ran down the street looking for cover. Shit, I was panicking now, I hadn't seen anyone for while.

It was a training exercise, in subversion and undercover work. I'd slipped up and the Alpha Team were on my tail. As I rounded a corner I spotted my chance, a lone vehicle. I slowed and approached it, I checked the mirrors. There was just one soldier, looking at his mobile--sloppy, hah, I could talk.

They're always meant to be in pairs, to stop people like me. Opening the door, he looked up in shock, his hand snapped to his gun. "Relax soldier," I said, "the exercise is over. You beat me this time." He relaxed, but still looked weary. "What's your name soldier?"

"Keaton," he replied.

Seanday Shorts: Duty Free

I arrived at the airport, the city was new and exciting to me. As always, I travel lightly, no luggage or hotel bookings—I like to wing it!

It was early, dawn just breaking. I saw this sailor, past security—damn, he was sleeping so soundly, none of the other passengers seemed to bother him. So I waited and watched.

Before long, all the others had left. The sailor remained silent, only once did he move, adjusting his head as it laid on his arms.

I’m a bit of an opportunist, and this was just too inviting. Looking around, I checked the area was clear and discarded what little I was carrying.

I approached the man, confident that I wasn’t going to disturb him and placed my open palm on his chest. I smiled, as I felt the firmness of his body shrouded in his uniform. He let out a low groan, and I felt him relax under my touch.

Seanday Lunch: Mother's Way

I was surprised when Mrs. Kirkward—my neighbour—called me over as I left the empty house.

She gave me a loving hug, it was nice. I’d missed that.

“How are you holding up Matthew?” She asked.

I forget how many times I’d answered the same question from so many people.

“Oh, OK—I suppose, Mrs. Kirkward” I replied enjoying the feeling of being loved.

“Oh Matthew, you can call me Joanne, please." She added quietly, "I still can’t believe they’re both gone.”

My lip started to tremble as I recalled the past week. I’d lost both mom and dad in a car accident. Now I was alone in the world, and only nineteen.

“Coming through!” Came a call from behind Joanne.

Daniel-her son—pushed past, and I broke the hug and felt a rush of embarrassment.

Guest Post: THE PULSE

by TS Escher

“Cadet Peters!”

I snap to attention. Or rather, the body of Cadet Brandon Peters snaps to attention.

“Fall the fuck into line!” booms Sergeant Johnson.

“Yes Sergeant! Sorry Sergeant!” I reply in a soft Southern accent as I join the end of the line. God damn, my English is perfect! As I stand at attention, I catch my reflection in the glass case covering the fire extinguisher. Skinny, blonde and a nervous disposition. I try to slow Brandon’s heartrate, but it continues to race.

My focus shifts back to the sergeant as he begins berating another cadet. “You’re a piece of shit, Cadet Miller! You didn’t see fit to shine your fucking boots? If you end up graduating from the academy, you will be a disgrace to every Arizona State Trooper in the state!.” His eyes narrow as he looms over the terrified cadet. “What are you gonna do now? Cry, you little bitch?”

Miller sniffles back a sob, as Johnson continues to lay into him. I can’t blame Miller for the tears. The Sergeant was as imposing as he was terrifying. I had been studying Sergeant Johnson all afternoon, just waiting for a good time to take him.

Seanday Lunch: Father's Day, pt2

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Damien watched as the teenager, finished forcing himself into the giant. A few minutes later Tom was on his feet and getting dressed.

"So what happens to him now?" Damien asked.

"I'll check into a motel someplace, get out of the gentleman and then restore him. His membership has ended so he'll go back to how he was before."

"Shame," Damien muttered as he followed Tom from the room he grabbed a few tubes of liquid, some orange, others blue.

Seanday Lunch: Father's Day, pt1

Greg leaned back in the club's luxurious leather armchairs and gently rolled the tumbler watching the whisky and ice cubes circle the glass.

"Landed on my feet this time," he said to nobody in particular. It was true, he was a wealthy man--now, not to mention a husband and a father.

The views though the large open doors were breathtaking, the lake and the rolling landscape only relaxed him further. Three weeks ago, his story was something quite different.

Guest Post: Two Makes One

by El Fantasmo

"Stop it! We can't keep eating this shit!"

Their arm was fighting itself, trying to obey two masters at once. The effort caused the veins to pop out and the abnormally large muscles to strain.

"Let me eat it, Brett!" came a different voice from the same mouth.

"No! Dammit Nathan, we'll both get fat, not just you!"

"EAT!"

"NO!"

"Ugggnnnnnnnnnnn, yes!!" Nathan strained to bring the delicious, gooey danish closer to their mouth.

Seanday Starter: Take a chance, pt4

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"I have a confession to make." Derek look worried. "It's about your son, you remember five or six months ago you had an argument with him?" Derek looked blankly at Craig. "Well, you did, he wanted to take a year out. Go with his friend and travel the world? You said no, even tho' all the expenses were paid."

Derek nodded, "I remember now."

"Well, Tom saw me, saw me changing at his school. I was posing as a student teacher, but I heard security was looking for me. So I ducked into the gym, he was in the locker room, but I didn't see him. I found a locker that was unlocked," Craig grinned, "I was lucky. Found the kid's ID and stole a look into the gym, just to see what he looked like--that's all I needed."

He scratched his chin. "I dumped my clothes and shifted into the kid's body. Then I heard Tom, he must have knocked something over. He came storming out, saying I wasn't his friend. He said he'd watched me change, I tried to convince him I was his friend Richard, but he was adamant. Time was running out, it would be even worse if class came back into the locker room with me in here. So I pleaded with him to let me go, and I promised to meet with him after school. He agreed and I pulled on his friends clothes and left."

"Did he meet with you later?" Derek asked.

Seanday Starter: Take a chance, pt3

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Derek pulled at the skinny jeans he was wearing. He'd pranked Sam, but now he was heading back to his own house looking like his son's best friend. He glanced at his new face; this was going to be fun, but he wondered if he could fool Tom. He threw and caught the keys, it was a lucky turn of events to get the kid's pickup as well.

Sam was a bit of a mystery, Derek only looked like him. "Damn I wish there was a way to get his memories as well," he muttered. "Still I've been around when he'd visited before, I reckon I could muddle through."

It was only a short drive back to the house. Parking up, he made his way to the front door, then remembered Sam was allowed to use the side door; through the utility room.

Inside was the familiar sound of bass from upstairs. Sam shouted for Tom, but didn't get a reply. Tentatively he headed up stairs.

Seanday Extra: New Chicago pt9

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Brozek’s driver looked up as we approached. “Take me back, Bunny’s broken the kid,” I said jerking my head at Jeremy.

The driver frowned, “Fucking typical, I was going to get him next.”

“Just shut up, and drive,” I growled as we got in the car. I looked at Jeremy, his eyes were wide. “You OK?” He nodded, and forced a smile.

The driver kept his mouth shut for the rest of the journey--smart.

Seanday Extra: New Chicago pt8

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"What should I say to him?" Jeremy asked. "I mean, he's not my uncle," his voice faltered.

"I know, but he's just as much a victim as you. Just call him, tell him you're in trouble. He'll think you're still Bunny.” I thought for a moment, “If you feel him starting to wake up, let me know, quick as you can. You understand?"

Jeremy nodded, wringing his hands. I felt sorry for the kid, they'd used him, and he'd witnessed it all. Worst of all he'd been unable to stop them doing what they wanted with him.

He fumbled through this pockets and brought a mobile, dialed a number and waited. He looked at me nervously, and I smiled reassuringly. “Hello? Uncle Tony?” His eyes never left mine. “I need help.” “I don’t know what happened, the people that found me said I was having a fit.” “I don’t remember, I’m scared can you come and get me?” I gave him the thumbs up as he recited the address. “Menshikov?” I took a breath and shook my head. “I don’t know, I—I can’t remember.” “Ok, ten minutes.” He hung up.

“Good work,” I said. “Is he coming alone?”

“Didn’t say, I did OK, though?”

“You did just fine.” I turned to Ivan. “He’s a big guy, you’ll be able to handle him?”

“I haven’t found anyone, man or machine that’s stronger,” Ivan told me confidently.

Seanday Extra: New Chicago pt7

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I struggled with the Marine; he knew who I was--or was meant to be--but without Menshikov’s memories I had no chance of guessing who was wearing this Dupe. He grinned and twisted my arm. I flinched and grunted through gritted teeth. A smile twitched across his face, and he pulled harder. My tendons burned, and I drew a breath, hissing a cuss.  That's all he was going to get, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg to stop.

A shout echoed from the end of the alley, we both looked. It was Schulz’s platoon, calling him back. He licked his lips. “I’d break you now, but I don’t want to break my cover.” He released his grip and pushed me away. Tipping his head, he flexed. “Gotta love the pump, and this fucker has shit loads.” I watched him jog back to the rest of the men, as I rubbed my shoulder. It sickened me; good soldiers, replaced by Erko’s men.

I waited for a few minutes, nursing my shoulder then continued back to the gym Menshikov had made his base. The aching had subsided by the time I arrived, thankfully the suit had taken the brunt of the attack.

Inside I could see Ivan working out. He’s a giant of a man, or would be if he wasn’t an advanced IA-suit.  He was a mobile holding cell. His prisoner was the real Menshikov, the man I’d replaced. I was wearing his body-suit now, even though it’s too small and pinched in all the wrong places.

Seanday Extra: New Chicago pt6

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I could see that Bunny was wired with pent-up energy buzzing through him. He seemed the complete opposite of Jeremy--the person he was about to become.

"Bunny, you've earned this ride, so go ahead," Erko says.

Bunny jogged excitedly towards Jeremy, rubbing his hands. "Man this is going to be so trippy." He circled the Dupe and peered into its face. "He's so fucking cute." He looked at the original in the tube. "This is him right?" Miller nodded. Bunny pushed his face up against the glass. "Oh man, I'm going to have so much fun. Can he hear me?"

"No," Miller replied.

Bunny giggled uncontrollably, rubbing his groin through his shorts. "The other guys tell me he's so smart," he smirked again, "and when I get inside, I get all those smarts as well." He fell silent for a moment and looked up at Jeremy. "They call me a retard, but I'm not, just slow. I'm good with my hands, and follow orders." He groans deeply and stares at the ceiling for a moment.

Seanday Extra: New Chicago pt5

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"You ask a lot of questions Menshikov," Erko mutters scowling at me.

"You said there were other ways to use the Dupes, how? You mean like a remote control?"

"No, like the suit you're wearing, we can put our own men inside. They'll have full access to the memories of the guy in the tube. Be them, it's perfect."

Like the band I'm wearing which are far less invasive, I thought to myself. "So what about those two Marines?" I say nodding at the tubes.

"They command some key units." Erko taps the tube of the Marine that stared at me on the way out. "One of our men was wearing this guy, the other one was empty, running with the other fuck's memories."

I stroke one of the tubes. "So you only have eight?"

"At the moment, they're finishing off another thirty. Then we can start to push our control out further."

This was very bad news, these guys were way ahead of our tech guys. I had to get this back to HQ, we need some heavy hardware to take this place to pieces.

"Jay, who's going to be running this soldier?"

"Miguel," Jay replied, "Mexican illegal inside an all American boy, rough justice huh?"