Initially, Carl was horrified to see his bloodied body carted away on a stretcher. But as he was about to sprint towards his unconscious shell of a body, he suddenly paused, as the intoxicating feel of his out-of-body experience has resurfaced in his memory once more. Sure, he was caught off guard at first, and maintaining his ethereal form wasn't exactly uncomfortable. Heck, Jezzer's body wasn't even a good consolation prize, as Carl actually felt worse when he was in there.
Watching Jezzer struggling against the handcuffs from the burly male police officer as he was being led away, Carl could only snicker as he mouthed, "This is what you get for tricking me like that, old man, although I suppose I should also be thanking you for giving me this ability." The implications of his newfound power was certainly not lost on Carl. He could shed his previous identity as a miserable, good-for-nothing criminal and start anew. Maybe as a celebrity and experience rolling in fame and riches? Maybe as a successful astronaut that he has always dreamed about becoming since he was young? Or perhaps he could seek out revenge against Trask and his ex? After all, the possibilities are endless, and it's not like anyone can stop him, can they?
A slow chill permeated through Carl's smoky form, as it became intuitive that he should not stay in this form any longer than he should. Remembering how he would enter one's body, Carl began eyeing for potential targets. One good option was the lone police officer who remained at the crime scene, squatted down next to the site of his fall. Apparently, the officer was documenting for any clues or signs of evidence. Judging by her looks, she was in her mid to late 20s and had a decent reputation, given the couple emblems strewn across her white shirt. From his previous experiences, Carl knew that authority was king, and being someone with a decent position would certainly simplify things down the road. However, the sight of the crime scene nauseated him, as it reminded him of the excruciating pain from the fall, however fortunate the outcome turned out. Also, the sight of police officers gave him PTSD, especially after the experience with Trask.
Just then, a balloon came whizzing across, barely missing Carl's form. Behind, he saw a young boy around 10 years old frantically chasing, clearly eyeing his lost prize. "Hmm..." Carl thought. "Maybe I could use the boy first to find more suitable targets? After all, I am not confined in one body?" Just then, the female officer stood up to stop the boy from running, as he was about to trample the scene. "But then, being a police officer is also great, especially a hot one such as her. I could just quickly finish whatever she's doing and move on to my stuff. Decisions...decisions..." Carl pondered.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
