I fell into the den of Fangs

It begins

Jeff was running, panting and gasping. He was surprised he sustained no injury. He was flung out of the car while it somersaulted. He felt his head and some parts of his body aching.

He got to the bridge and hesitated. It may be dangerous to get on that bridge. He looked back and their silhouetted bodies coming after him.

Then he heard the sound of a chopper and looked up in the sky. Was this the police?

The chopper then flashed a powerful beam on him He knew this was not just a coincidence.

Rain of bullets emerged from the chopper. He ran in a zigzag direction and got on the bridge. He knew there was no way he could get a cover.

He fell down and hit his head on a metal rod. The pain was so excruciating. He could hear a loud buzzing sound in his head, and he touched his ear to find the ear piece missing. That explained why he stopped receiving signals from Lisa.

The chopper was lowering its altitude. They knew he was caught up.

Jeff made an effort and rolled down the bridge, allowing his body fall into the deep ocean.

“What is he doing?” Ricardo who was in the chopper asked.

“He can’t escape boss.” The gunman said.

They watched Jeff drop into the ocean and submerged.

“Keep the chopper on the perimeter. He can’t escape.”

But Jeff never emerged.

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Lisa picked the phone.

“What is going on?” A man known as Zedan asked.

“We lost signals. I don’t know his current position.”

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Jeff Walked briskly towards the front door of a brown bungalow. He pushed the door bell and waited. He was exhausted and needed a good meal and a sound sleep.

He felt the pains in his muscles and wondered why he felt so lassitude.

He heard a clicking sound before the door swung open.

An elderly woman with red hair stood by the door.

“Hello, how may I help you?” She said.

Jeff chuckled.

“I need a bath, food and sound sleep.” Jeff said and kissed her on the cheek.

“Who are you?” She yelled and seemed very shocked. “How dare you?”

“Mom, what is going on here?” Jeff said and made his way inside the living room.

“You can’t barge into our home like that! Get the hell out of here!” She vituperated.

Jeff was very astonished.

“Mom, it’s me Jeff. Are you okay?”

“Rob!” She shouted. “Rob!”

An elderly man came rushed into the living room agitated.

“What is going on here?” He asked.

“This strange boy just barged in here. Kissed my cheek and called me mom.”

Rob looked at the man.

“Do you know what you are doing?” Asked Rob.

“I can’t understand any of these. It is me Jeff.” Jeff said.

“Get the hell out of here before we call 911” Rob threatened.

“There will be no need for that!” A young man appeared with a gun in his hand. He was around twenty four years old. “If you don’t leave this very moment, I will blast your goddamn head.’

“Peter, can’t you recognize me?” Jeff said and turned to see his reflection in a the shelf glass.

He cringed.

What he saw was a six foot tall, strongly built man who looked twenty-six years old. His eyes were deep set, blue and granite hard. His nose was thin and curvy over thin aggressive red lips. He was dressed in black leather jacket over white T-shirt which did not belong to him. His pants were black denim and his feet were hidden in black sneakers. How comes he did not take note of these?

Who the hell was this?

He had always been a slim, lanky bloke less than six feet tall with dark drown curly hair.

“Get out now!” Peter snarled.

Jeff knew this was not the time to argue. He was highly flummoxed and needed some time alone.

“I am sorry about it, I will take my leave.” Jeff said apologetically. “Good night.”

He stopped before the front door.

“You have a son called Jeff, where is he, please?” Jeff asked.

“Dude, another word from you will get you a hole in the head.” Warned and there was an expression on his face that brooked no argument or hesitation.

“It’s okay.” Jeff said and went out. He could feel a part of him fighting the urge to attack Peter which was strange. He had never been pugnacious. He hated brawls and was a victim of bullying throughout his school days. Why did he find it so hard to control himself in there? Why was she dressed like this and why was he in a body he could not recognize?

Was he in a nightmare or state of hallucination? He went out in a state of confusion. He remembered waking up…wait, waking up from what? How did he get there? He woke up by the bank of the river.

Did he sleep off?  He had gone to the river to meditate. They said it was strange but he loved to be alone by the river in the dark. What happened? He could not remember sleeping off so what did he wake up from?

How did he get into these clothes and was he really having another person’s body? Was that even possible?

He kept on walking before he boarded a cab.

“Rizzers.” He said to the cabby and he knew that was a place he had never gone to. That must have come from whoever he possessed his body. He put his hand in his pocket and found a wallet. He ransacked it and found a credit card, cash worth fifteen hundred dollars, and a key.

Where the hell was Rizzers?

He found out that it was a night club. He never went to a club. He was too prim for such places. What the hell was he doing here? And why was the force driving him here overwhelming. This place must have been the joint of the owner of this body and he did not juts have is body but they shared mentality.

Rizzers was a night club owned by a man known of Jason Abel. Words passed round that he was a member of a drug cartel but he had never being apprehended due to is smooth and cagey modus operandi.

Jeff remembered this immediately he stepped into the club. He also recognized the bar man at once. That must have come from the memory of the man he processed his body.