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Last Updated: January 2, 2004 by Blake Sorensen
The character of Colin MacGregor is © 2003-2004 Blake Sorensen, and may not be used without permission.
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Prologue - Crossing Over
Transcript of 30-JAN-2003, interview with potential PLE Agent Colin MacGregor continues.
What was death like?
Cold.
I could give you all the usual nonsense about how you can't really understand until you've been there, but the truth of the matter is, death is cold. Maybe it was the way I went, going from panicked flailing to weak struggles to finally succumbing, but for me, all I remember is a sudden cold, and then feeling nothing.
The first clue was that I was aware of not feeling anything, if that makes sense.
I was raised a good Catholic, of course, so the fact that my soul seemed fairly intact at this point wasn't an entire surprise. Actually, it was kind of pleasant after the immeditately previous experiences.
Especially so given a lot of the Catholic dogma about going straight to purgatory to burn off your sins.
Maybe I am in purgatory. If so, it's not what I was expecting.
Getting back to the moment, though, I realized I wasn't feeling anything anymore, but I was able to see what was going on.
That took a bit of getting used to, since my mind still wanted me to think that all I could see was the bottom of the tub.
I was looking at Ako, still holding my head under the water, sort of wondering why my stupid body wasn't fighting anymore. That's when the realization hit.
I'm not sure how to describe the series of thoughts that went through my mind at that point. There were all those bloody stupid stages, yes. Anger, denial, bargaining, and all that. 'Please let me go back, this sucks, let it be a dream, let me get even.'
Maybe it was that last bit, the desire to strike back, to get even with those responsible that allowed me to stick around.
All I know for certain is that as I realized I was dead, my spirit, my soul, whatever you wish to call it, tried to attack my killer.
My fists just passed through him though, and he noticed nothing.
As Ako stood up, though, apparently satisfied that I was finished, I noticed glowing strands running the length of his body. Twisting and stretching as he moved, and somehow I knew that these...these I could touch.
I reached out and plucked at one, and Ako spun around like someone had tapped him on the shoulder.
Suddenly, I didn't feel so helpless anymore. For my entire life, I'd been out of control, the scrawny kid trying to escape notice, just doing what I was told, and now, for the first time in my life, I had power over someone else.
And there was nothing Ako could do about it.
He stood there, a confused and worried look on his face, the silvery strands twitching slightly as he shifted into a martial arts pose. This time, I didn't bother tugging on only one, I just grabbed a handful and yanked.
The result was not what I expected.
Instead of causing him to twitch again, I pulled myself forward, into the mass of webs that ran throughout Ako's body. I found myself changing perspective again, this time looking around and not seeing Ako anywhere.
It took me a few moments to realize that I was in the Yak's body. I was seeing through his eyes, looking down at my/his hands. I could also feel the absolute panic in his mind as he lost control of himself.
It was about this time I put it all together. Who knew Hollywood had gotten it so right with that silly Patrick Swaze movie? I was a ghost, and I could posess the living!
My newfound awareness proved to be a bit too distracting, though, and Ako seized control of himself again, knocking me loose of my hold.
He took off running, then, tearing out of the warehouse. I followed him out, but couldn't keep up with his Yamaha as he tore out of the parking lot.
I've regretted that ever since. One day, I'll find the bastard, though.
It's just a matter of time.
Allright, is that what you wanted to know? Answer all your questions, did it? No?
Didn't think so. Of course, there's more. It's been over a year since then. You don't think I've just been sitting around moaning, do you?
Unfortunately, there's not really any more to tell about how 'the miracle' happened. There were no flashes of divine power, no bargaining with otherworldy beings, no 'Select 'A' if you have unfinished business, 'B' if you're ready to depart this world for the next' choices.
I suppose you could say I had faith that there was life after death, but I've known devout atheists who got a pretty rude shock when they didn't just 'stop' after dying, too.
Maybe it was just meant to be. Maybe I'm cursed. Maybe I'm not really me at all.
All I can do now is take what I've been given and run with it.
When it comes down to it, isn't that for the best?
Last Updated: January 2, 2004 by Blake Sorensen
The character of Colin MacGregor is © 2003-2004 Blake Sorensen, and may not be used without permission.
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