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Here's the final part of Rachel's Curse. I hope you like
it.

Phillip Stevens
phil_stevens@bigfoot.com



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Rachel's Curse
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Chapter Twelve
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"R-R-Rachel," Paul repeated breathlessly, feeling the intense pain
of the bullet wound.

Rachel suddenly stopped. She was completely shocked. He called her
Rachel. No one except Paul had called her Rachel since their
wedding.

"What did you say?" she said sternly pointing the gun at him once
more. She was quite prepared to put more than one bullet in him to
make sure she killed him.

"Rachel. It's me. It's Paul," he said looking around blindly
because he still had tape over his eyes. His voice was already
faltering as he fought the immense pain.

In that instant, Rachel felt a level of shock that she had never
felt before. She just stood there frozen, unable to move or speak.

"R-Rachel," Paul repeated, "It's me, Paul. Come on let me go."

Rachel was finally shaken out of her trance. "He's trying to trick
me," Rachel thought, "He knows about the curse and now he wants me
to let him go." After spending days grieving, she was utterly
convinced that her lover was lying in a coma and the man
responsible was sitting right in front of her.

She raised the gun again, with the emotional side of her saying
that she should kill him before he tried to fool her anymore with
his lies. That had been another reason why Rachel gagged him in the
first place. She didn't want Jeff Morton to play any mind games
with her stating that Paul begged for it, or something like that.

"Paul's in hospital. You put him there," Rachel yelled at him.

"N-No. We switched. Rachel, listen to me. I've got your curse as
well," Paul replied, "I got it when we got married. That's why we
didn't switch. Rachel, I've been looking for you for weeks. Rachel,
I love you."

Rachel sought to internally ignore what he was saying. She tried to
raise the gun again, but she knew straight away that she would not
be able to shoot him if there was even the slightest possibility
that he could be her lover.

She toyed with what she should do. Finally she could stand it no
more. She walked up to the man in front of her and ripped off the
tape around his eyes. He gave a soft cry in pain. His forehead was
already hot and he was beginning to sweat. She had trained as a
nurse years ago and she knew his wound was serious. After all, she
was trying to kill him.

Paul blinked his eyes open slowly. He was already beginning to fall
into shock. The light hurt his eyes because his irises were so
dilated from the dark. He squinted his eyes as he looked up and saw
Rachel standing over him. It was the most welcome sight he had seen
in weeks. But what wasn't so welcoming was the fact that Rachel was
holding a gun to his face with both hands.

Paul opened his eyes wider as his eyes adjusted to the light. When
he could open them completely, their eyes locked.

Rachel looked deep into his eyes, "Oh my god," she said as her jaw
dropped. A part of her had still been thinking that this was a
trick. She was expecting to be looking into the eyes of a murderer.
But as their eyes locked, she saw the soul of her lover behind the
face. She slowly lowered the gun and it fell from her hands.

Rachel quickly pulled off the tape around his arms and his legs.
She wanted to throw her arms around him, but instead looked at his
chest and saw him bleeding profusely. She brought her hands up to
her head as she began to realize exactly what she'd done. Instead
of shooting her lover's attacker, she just shot her lover with what
could be a fatal shot.

Her nurse training kicked in instantly. She ripped up some clothes
and made a makeshift bandage and tied it around Paul's chest.
Although she looked calm, internally she was in a state of absolute
panic as the consequences of her actions were beginning to sink in
fully. When she finished the bandage, she quickly inspected the
wound.

Her aim had been lousy. She had been aiming for his chest, but she
had hit him in the abdomen and the bullet had passed right through
him. Rachel knew this would give Paul at least a fighting chance.
Even so, she recognized that such a wound was very life threatening
if Paul did not get urgent medical treatment. He needed to go to a
hospital right now.

Rachel paced up and down the room a few times "What could she do,"
she thought to herself. She couldn't take him to a hospital because
he's in Jeff Morton's body. She was going to have to take care of
him here. But she was no surgeon, only a nurse.

Still, she knew she had no option. She walked over to Paul and
dragged his chair over the bed. Although she was in a strong male
body and Paul had lost some weight in Jeff Morton's body, he was
still too heavy for Rachel to lift so when the chair was beside the
bed, she did her best to push him onto the bed.

There was blood everywhere. She removed her gloves and then set
about doing everything required to save Paul's life. Paul had
remained silent until now as he slipped deeper and deeper into
shock. But despite his condition, he opened his eyes and forced a
smile as he watched his lover tend to his wound.

"It's good to see you," Paul croaked, his voice faltering.

Rachel stopped for an instant and looked over. She tried to answer
back, but she couldn't speak so she just smiled. Tears were rolling
down her male cheeks. How could she have been so stupid? Her rage
and her hatred had blinded her any other possibility. As far as she
had been concerned, there was absolutely no doubt in her mind as to
who was responsible. But she was wrong, and now her lover is dying
because of it.

Rachel continued to work tirelessly using anything she could find
as a surgical bandage or implement. Neither Paul nor Rachel spoke.
Rachel struggled to keep her focus. She knew that in order to
concentrate, she had to put everything she's just done out of her
mind. Eventually she knew she had done everything she possibly
could. It was up to Paul's body to do the rest. Then she knelt down
beside the bed taking Paul's hand in hers.

Rachel reached up to put a hand on Paul's face. As she did this,
she covered his face in his own blood. The sight of this caused her
emotions, which Rachel had struggled to hold back, to finally break
through.

"I'm sorry," Rachel sobbed, before breaking into a cry.

"It's not your fault," Paul gasped out trying to reassure Rachel.
Although Rachel had shot him, none of that mattered. He was finally
reunited with his lover.

"I-I-I thought you w-were..." Rachel fought to explain.

"It's okay," Paul said as he coughed slightly, "You're not to
blame. I forgive you," he coughed once more. Paul was feeling so
sleepy. He closed his eyes.

"Hey, wake up," Rachel shook him. He was in shock and she couldn't
allow him to sleep right now. Rachel succeeded in waking him up
briefly, but he just looked at Rachel, smiled and said "I love
you", before closing his eyes again. He could feel Rachel shaking
him as he completely lost consciousness

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

Paul's mind seemed to drift for hours as he slipped in and out of
consciousness. He felt a floating sensation. It felt like he was
floating underwater, being forced to go where the current took him.
One minute, the current would take him one way, then the next
minute the other way as the different tides fought for ownership of
his body.

After a complete eternity, he felt could see a light above him. He
guessed this was the light that people see as they are about to
die. "Am I dead," Paul thought. He felt his body rising through the
water. He soon saw that the light wasn't a single point of light,
but was all above him. As his body rose throughout the water, he
realized he was rising to the surface. A few seconds later, his
body reached the surface.

Paul opened his eyes slowly. The first thing he could see was that
it was daylight as the sun shined brightly through the window. The
second thing he saw was Rachel leaning over him in his old male
body. He could see the joy on her face was as clear as the day.

"I'm still alive then," Paul spoke softly. Paul tried to sit up,
but his body protested.

"Hey. Don't sit up," Rachel stopped him, "You won't be moving for a
while. Here, drink this," she said as the placed a glass of water
at his mouth. Paul drank from the water slowly.

"You're gonna be fine," Rachel told him grinning wide, "But I'll
have to go and get some medical supplies soon. You did lose a lot
of blood and we need to make sure that wound doesn't get infected."

"Rachel, I'm also cursed..." Paul struggled to explain. Although it
probably wasn't the most appropriate thing to say, this had been
the first thing Paul wanted to say to Rachel, to explain whom he
really was. He had rehearsed what he would say so many times that
his mind was just on automatic.

"I know, I know," Rachel said stopping him, "During the night, I
found that letter. Then I finally managed to get into that computer
over there. I read your story. I know what happened to you," Rachel
kissed his hand, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

Paul tried to shift into a more comfortable position, but the pain
of his wound stopped him from moving at all.

"Ow," he cried as Rachel helped him move.

"Hey. How close did I come to... dying," Paul said remembering his
weird dream about floating in water.

"Close," Rachel replied, but she didn't tell him that it was quite
literally at death's door just after he passed out. Several times
during the night, Rachel thought she was going to lose him when he
would get better one minute, then deteriorate the next. But as the
sun began to rise, Paul finally started to pull through.

But it had been the longest night of her life. She felt feelings of
guilt and anguish on a scale that she never thought possible. She
couldn't even imagine how she could possibly live with herself had
Paul died.

Paul looked up at Rachel. Her male eyes were red from crying and
she clearly needed sleep. He knew that Rachel never did that much
crying when male, so she'd clearly been making up for it recently.
The nightmare they had both been living these past few weeks was
finally over.

But Paul's mind was instantly turned to the future. He realized
that it wasn't all over yet. In fact, there was still a hell of a
lot to be done. They were both currently in male bodies and he was
still in the body of a wanted serial killer. "Rachel. What are we
gonna do about..." he started to say.

"Shhhhh. Don't worry about that. First, you need to get better.
We're together now. We can worry about the all that later. I'll
take care of everything. I'll never let anyone hurt you again,"
Rachel reassured him. Although they were both in male bodies,
Rachel was still playing the male role, partly because she had been
male for so long, but also because she still felt blame for the
whole situation.

However, Paul relented. It didn't matter at all which body they
were in now. They were together again and that was all that
counted. Rachel reached down and gave her lover a long hug. Paul
did his best to return the hug given his debilitating position and
the two lovers remained in this embrace as they both cried in
happiness.

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

ONE YEAR LATER

Paul and Rachel relaxed on the sofa as they continued to watch the
newscast.

"...and so nearly a year to the day after he was arrested, Jeff
Morton was sentenced to Death by Lethal Injection by Judge Franks.
This brought to a conclusion a bizarre sequence of events. The
judge also paid special thanks to Rachel Wilkins without whom this
man might have never been caught."

"For those that don't remember, Rachel Wilkins was the woman who
escaped from Jeff Morton, but was knocked down by a car as she
tried to run away. She was taken to hospital where she fell into a
deep coma. Her husband Paul Wilkins disappeared out of grief. When
he returned some weeks later, Rachel emerged from her coma the next
day."

The new Paul interrupted at this point, "Y'know, I sure that witch
had something to do with that. The doctors told me that 'you' would
have virtually no chance of recovering, but the day after we get
back to tidy things up, 'he' makes an amazing recovery. It was too
convenient."

"Yeah. I think you're right," the new Rachel replied, "Maybe she
found out what happened, realized she's partly to blame, so tried
to put things right by healing this body." as she gestured to her
own body, now fully healed.

Paul was going to say something, but the TV program was continuing
so they both looked on interested. The newsreader continued.

"For the first day, Rachel seemed to be in denial of who she was as
her husband comforted her, but the next day, Jeff Morton broke into
the hospital despite the police presence. He temporarily
overpowered Rachel's husband and tried to finish the job he had
started with Rachel. He raped her, but fortunately Rachel's husband
recovered and was able to knock him unconscious before he could
complete his task and ultimately kill her."

Rachel interrupted, "Well, that's the... official version of what
happened," she laughed as she thought back to how much of a risk
they had taken by sneaking her into the hospital so she could
switch back. Switching back with Jeff Morton was not part of the
original plan. They had returned to Denver to tidy things up, then
they were going to disappear together, find a new female body and
live their lives in happiness.

But when Jeff Morton recovered, they felt they had to take this
opportunity. But had she been caught before they switched back, she
could have been the one on Death Row instead of him. Still,
everything turned out okay.

The newsreader continued, "When Jeff Morton was being dragged away
by police, he offered little resistance largely because of a recent
gunshot wound. He had to be seen by doctors immediately. Police
were puzzled as to who shot him and how well the wound had been
tended to."

Rachel winced at the memory of how much being shot had actually
hurt and how well her lover had tended her for days afterwards.

"During his trial, Jeff Morton made wild claims about waking up in
hospital as Rachel. Prosecutors dismissed this as a desperate
attempt to claim insanity and the jurors agreed."

"But the most crucial and damning piece of evidence was the
videotape later found. On this tape, he confesses to killing
numerous women although he mentions no names. During the trial,
Jeff Morton denied ever making that recording, despite the
overwhelming visual evidence."

Rachel once again interrupted, "Hey, you know, even after what he
did to me, I feel a bit guilty there. I made that confession, yet
it put him on Death Row."

"Well don't," Paul replied, "He's a cold blooded murderer. We saved
a lot of other innocent women by making sure he was convicted. He's
getting exactly what he deserves."

The news item finished soon afterwards and the new Paul switched
off the TV with the remote and beckoned his wife to join him closer
on the sofa.

The new Rachel relaxed into her husband's arms as they cuddled up
together.

"Y'know, we can switch back whenever we want now with Janet's help.
We don't have to wait until our anniversary," Paul said.

"I know," Rachel replied, "But we said we'd swap back every two
years and we will. That witch was right. I don't mind being Rachel
so much now."

Rachel comforted herself in her husband's arms as she thought to
herself that she would switch back with her husband again. She now
had no problems living as a woman, but she still looked forward to
when she would be male again.

But at this point things were so happy for her. Paul had returned
to work and things were back to normal. A few film producers that
were interested in making her story into a movie had even
approached them and Rachel had started writing about her ordeal. Of
course, she had to make some drastic changes to the real version of
events, but it was giving her something to do while Paul was at
work.

There was a part of Rachel that was telling her that they should
stay like this forever, now they were settled. They are due to
switch back in eight months time at the time of their second
wedding anniversary. It will be quite a change for her to be the
man again after being the housewife for so long. Returning to work
will also take some adjusting.

But as difficult as it might be, Rachel thought that they shouldn't
ignore the gift they had. For a brief period just before they got
married, they considered this curse of theirs to be a gift. After
their marriage, it effectively became a curse again, but now they
can both finally appreciated it for what it is.

Rachel grinned as she finally got comfortable. Although Paul had
offered for them to switch back now and she declined because she
was happy, there was one extra reason she said no. She didn't know
if it would be even possible at the moment. Her period was late,
very late although wouldn't tell Paul just yet until she was sure.

Her grin widened as she worked out the dates. Their second wedding
anniversary in eight months would be perfect timing. She enjoyed
being a woman, but she wasn't sure if she could handle being a
mother just yet. But compared to everything else that had happened
to her in the past few years, maybe being a mother wouldn't be as
bad as she thinks...


The End.

Phillip Stevens
phil_stevens@bigfoot.com








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