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Here`s part ten of Rachel`s Curse.


Phillip Stevens
phil_stevens@bigfoot.com


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Rachel's Curse
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Chapter Ten
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I woke up early the next day and I phoned my parents in the hope
of trying to speak to Rachel. I twisted my finger around the cord
several times in nervous anticipation, but there was no answer.

The rest of the day seemed to take forever. I watched the news
and read the papers. I wasn't at all surprised to see a news
article about the discovery of Rachel Wilkins. The newspaper said
that 'she' suffered severe injuries from which she has not yet
recovered and her family are at her bedside. I was heartened
slightly. At least I knew exactly where the real Rachel was.

But when I read that the police were looking for Jeff Morton in
connecting with her abduction, I was in complete despair. I
quickly found out a few facts about my new self. This body had
already served time for rape before. Even worse than that someone
actually saw 'Rachel' run out of 'my' house before 'she' was
knocked down. So in the eyes of the public, I was already
convicted.

I could tell the situation was getting grimmer. If I was caught
then I would go to prison for the abduction of 'Rachel' but also,
what about all the other women this body had killed. I could quite
easily end up on Death Row.

I checked out of the motel I was currently in and checked into
another to keep moving around. I seriously considered going to the
hospital, but I knew that would be completely stupid so I did very
little during the day. That night passed very slowly.

Over the next few days I continued to watch the news while at the
same time watching over my shoulder. I learned that Jeff Morton
had still not recovered, while Rachel had not moved from 'my'
bedside.

I found it sweet that Rachel was keeping a vigil at 'my' bedside,
but it was also incredibly inconvenient. All I needed to do was
speak to her for half a minute, but she was taking no calls, no
messages. Apparently, she wasn't even speaking to anyone, just
sitting beside 'my' bed, refusing to leave.

The next morning I switched on the TV news. I was really beginning
to get even more concerned about this. How long could Rachel stay
there. She had to speak to me sooner or later. I was eating
breakfast as the news reader read the local news. Eventually the
item I was waiting for came round. My mouth was full of food as my
entire body froze in mid bite as I listened intently.

"Police are worried about the disappearance of Paul Wilkins. He
vanished yesterday after being apparently informed that his wife,
Rachel Wilkins has slipped into a deep coma from which she may
never recover. His friends and family are concerned about his
welfare and urge him to contact them immediately."

I almost choked on my breakfast when I heard this. I immediately
rang round everyone to try and find where 'Paul' was, but no-one
knew. Later, in a news update I found out that 'Paul' just
disappeared without trace.

Over the next few days, I tried again and again to contact Rachel.
I called home, work, my parents, Rachel's parents and all of our
friends. Every time I got exactly the same reply, that they have
not heard from 'Paul' since that fateful day. By the end of the week
I was nearly suicidal. I finally knew what was going on, but I
just couldn't share it with Rachel. I was devastated.

********************

All that happened three weeks ago. Since that day I switched with
Jeff Morton, I've been on the run because the police have an APB
out on me. Now I know what it feels like to be on America's Most
Wanted.

These past few weeks have been very hard on me. I've been moving
from town to town picking up work when I can get it. I phone home,
nearly every day hoping to speak to Rachel in my old body. If I
could only tell her what happened.

But whenever I call back home, all I get is that 'Paul' vanished
just after 'his' wife was killed and nothing has been seen or
heard from 'him' since.

I just can't work out what's happened to Rachel. Where has she
gone. Jeff Morton is still in Rachel's female body in a coma in
hospital, but as far as she is concerned, that person is me so why
did she leave.

At first I thought that maybe Rachel committed suicide when she
found out that I was comatose. I can't tell you how stressed out I
was for days. I'm ashamed to say that I half considered ending
my own life to join her, but I held back until I knew for a fact
she had taken her own life. Well nothing was seen of my old body
dead or alive so I must assume that she's still out there
somewhere.

Although I can't work it out, I know I can't just sit around
waiting for Rachel to turn up. I have to do something. But the
trouble is that this body is so restrictive. That was the root of
the problem back in Denver. I badly wanted to speak to Rachel, but
I knew if I went anywhere near the hospital I would be picked up
by the police.

Looking back, there were so many things I could have done to stop
Rachel was running away, like sending a telegram to the hospital
or insisting that the nurses at the hospital pass on a message. 
But at the time, I was so scared of getting caught by the police 
that I though it best to wait. I didn't think it was necessary 
because I didn`t think Rachel wasn't going anywhere. I genuinely
believed that being patient was the best way.

Well, I was wrong. I never imagined she would vanish like she did.
In the end, I had to make a decision and now I must live with the
consequences. If I don't ever find her, I will probably spend the
rest of my life regretting that decision. Anyway, the problem still
remains. I can't go back to Denver in this body.

So I'm preparing to move into another body. I've resisted doing
that so far because I feel that I'm moving one step away from my
own body and I don't know how I will get back if Jeff Morton does
emerge from his coma in hospital. But I know that this has to be
done because sooner or later I will be caught.

But there's another reason why I need to get out of this body.
This body has strange.... desires. I find myself thinking thoughts
that I have never thought before. Only yesterday, I saw a young
girl and my initial thought was, well... unthinkable. I need to
get out of this body before I finally succumb to this sick
thoughts.

I wondered how I could switch bodies. I guessed I could have sex
with some hooker and switch with her. But it just doesn't seem
right to burden someone else with this body. Also Rachel told me
that she could never keep someone's body against their will. She
didn't know if it was part of her curse, but it that is true, then
the same will also apply to me.

But there is another option, well two options actually. Rachel
gained her last body by having sex with a brain dead person. So
I'm aiming to do the same. I'm looking around in hospitals and
clinics to find a woman that is suffering from a similar
condition. I should then be able to switch with that person. I
know it sounds sick, but what choice do I have.

The final option is to take a chance, go back to Denver, sneak
into the hospital and switch with Jeff Morton in Rachel's body.
Now it's risky for more reasons than I can count. I could get
caught before I do it. Even if it does work, I might not
emerge from the coma and Jeff Morton might be completely free.

The biggest problem is that without someone else to break it up
just after we switch, I will be at Jeff Morton's mercy once again
and he will then be in a position to finish where he started.

But, if it does work, it might cause the real Rachel to come
running back to Denver. I'm not sure where she is, but I can't
believe she'd just leave 'me' there without checking up to see
if I've recovered. Maybe the gains might be worth the risk.

Each time I think about this, it all comes back to what Rachel's
actually doing now. I have no absolutely no idea. Maybe she's
grieving and maybe she knows about the fact that I'm also cursed
and so she's looking for me. That's one of the reasons I'm writing
this story.

I don't even know if she's still in my old body. She could have
easily moved on. Maybe the pain of seeing my male body in the
mirror every day was too much for her so she swapped with
someone.

But it doesn't matter what body she's in. I don't care who she is
or where she is. I know that all I will have to do is look into
her eyes. I could always see Rachel in her eyes whichever body she
was in.

I'm also going to try and find that witch. I don't think she's
responsible for this. But if I can find her, then maybe she can
help me to find Rachel. She said she would check up in a few years
time. I don't want to have to wait that long, but if that's what
it takes, then maybe she will help then.

So that's the end of my story. I know from the tone that I've been
telling this story, that it's all been leading to this, but thats
just the way I feel right now. I just hope one day, it can all
come to a happy resolution. As soon as I get my new body I can
begin my search for my one true love and when I do eventually find
her, I know we will spend the rest of our lives together and never
be apart ever again.

If you do happen to see her out there, please let her know about
me.


*****************************


Epilogue


Mr. Smith knocked on the office door, waiting until he heard a
response and then opened the door and walked inside. He saw the
private investigator sitting behind his desk.

"Ah. Hello Mr. Smith." the investigator said putting emphasis on
the word 'Smith' indicating his obvious suspicion that Mr. Smith
was not his real name. "How are you today?" he asked.

"Fine." Mr. Smith replied. "So you've found him then. Where is he?"
he asked wanting to get down to business.

The investigator picked up a file and handed it to Mr. Smith. "It's
all in there. Jeff Morton is holed up in some apartment building
in a town a few hundred miles North of here. But don't count on
him being there for long. He moves around a lot." he said as Mr.
Smith looked through the file scanning the details.

"I don't get it. How is it you were able to find him when the
police couldn't." Mr. Smith asked.

"Because I'm good." the investigator replied "But more importantly
because I have a personal interest in this type of case that makes
me work much harder."

Mr. Smith looked at the investigator with an interested look on his
face so the investigator continued. "You see, my own daughter was
murdered by a serial killer. But neither the police nor myself
could ever find him. So I try and make up for it like this, by
helping other relatives find their victims' killers. Maybe someday
that killer will be my daughters killer."

"Why do you say that." Mr. Smith asked with a slightly concerned
expression.

"Look. I know who you are. I mean who you really are Mr. Wilkins. I
also know that this bastard put your wife in a coma. You shouldn't
be here. You should be at her side."

Rachel was shocked that her identity had been uncovered. "I-I-I
can't. This is all my fault." she said.

"Of course it isn't your fault." the investigator replied playing
counselor.

"Yes it is. Look I can't explain, but that should have been me
in the hospital. It's all my fault and every moment that I sit
beside her holding her hand, all I could think about was how it
should have be me lying in that bed. I just couldn't stay there.
I had to go. I know I'm a coward for running, but right now, I've
gotta find this guy."

The investigator could usually tell when a person was making a
coded statement. He knew that what Mr. Wilkins had just said was a
fully coded statement for something he didn't want to say out
straight. But while he could usually decode such statements, this
time he couldn't work out what he was trying to say. How could Mr.
Wilkins have possibly taken his wife's place in this ordeal.

"Well, what you do is up to you." the investigator said getting
back onto the subject "If I was in your position I might do exactly
the same thing. But before you go through with this, just sit back
and ask yourself if this is really what you want to do. It won't
bring your wife out of her coma and this bastard has other
victims' relatives who would love to see him fry. You would be
denying their justice."

"B-But you don't know what I'm going to do." Rachel said.

"Of course I do. I've seen that look in a persons eyes before. I
saw it in the mirror every morning for years after my daughter was
murdered. You've got no intention of turning this guy into the
police. Oh, no. I know EXACTLY what you're going to do with
him... "


Continued in part Eleven.....



Phillip Stevens
phil_stevens@bigfoot.com



I will post the remaining two parts sometime in the next week.




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