Plan ongoing (4)

'What a beautiful body,' Hannah touched her breasts and her hips immediately afterwards. 'And then there's that smooth hair!' she trailed her hand over her hair while Grace was still unconscious.

Even though she was really enjoying herself, I still had to mention to her that she shouldn't forget to hand in the documents at the main building of the Internal Security Secret Service. 'I won't forget,' she promised, then asked me what I was going to do. 'I'll take care of the main culprits,' I showed joy, for the revenge I was finally entitled to. 

It was the middle of the night when I had gained control of Caro's body. I waited until Hannah had adjusted to the situation, giving her the time she needed, before I entered Caro's body early in the morning, around four o'clock.

It was pitch black. The room was dark and her eyes were closed. Caro was asleep and I felt her in her brain, which now belonged to me. I opened my eyes, orientated her flat, which was shabby even by her standards.

Slowly I stood up, feeling how I was a little smaller in size and how thin this body was. As soon as I slowly stood up, my stomach grumbled. My hips, which in contrast to Grace were also a little smaller, as well as her breasts, which were significantly smaller, made me feel weak. 

In the dark, I walked into the bathroom where, as soon as I switched on the light, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at the oval face, full cheeks, short brown hair and the dangerous eyes that stood out.

There I saw, as I had with Ms Stone, one of the people responsible for my death. I grabbed my face and yes, it was Caro. I gritted my teeth in anger and wanted to kill myself with the gun lying in the drawer of the bedside table, but I had a different plan for her. I needed it so that I could kill the real murderer. Even without the gun, I would have found different ways to kill her.

I made my way through Caro's shabby rooms, step by step to the kitchen, where I opened the fridge and made myself a proper breakfast. A little bread, mayonnaise, salami, salad, gherkins. I savoured the food through Caro's saliva and after the second sandwich I was already full.

I went into the bedroom without anything to eat and got dressed. Like all the other students, I wore second-hand clothes, wide coloured jeans, a coloured top and black boots with thick heels. From the outside you could tell I was just a brat who knew nothing. I had a gun stuck to my spine that reached down into my knickers.

With Caro's memories and her phone messages, I knew where I was going to meet John, Ava and the rest that early morning. I arrived at a karaoke club, the same place I had died. The longer I waited, the angrier I became, wanting my retribution at last.

I went to the door, which was opened by two men. They probably already knew me, so they just let me through. I looked at the empty rooms, where I saw nothing and nobody inside. I continued to walk along the corridor. Not only did Caro's memory guide me to where I needed to go, but I had heard it. The discussions they had had. I opened the door and stepped inside, just like Caro does. 

'Caro, our love,' Ava said to me as the assembled group sat there. They were discussing how much they should pay the mayor for the drug deals in the neighbourhood. From millions of pounds, to thousands of pounds, I sat on the outside and listened in.

'We shouldn't waste our money on someone who is weak and pathetic,' Sophie added, countering a competitor.

The two of them looked as if they were on two fronts, as Ms Stone's death was slowly beginning to break the alliance. Meanwhile, it was getting louder and louder to resolve the deal. One against the other. 

'Shit again, I want silence!' John cursed after banging his fist on the table in front of him. Suddenly the room fell silent. 

'I want to be clear,' the leader then continued, looking purposefully around the room. 'Since our situation puts us at great risk. And, of course, the debate about the new local police chief, we need to improve our existing relationships and stabilise ourselves.'

John decided to pay out several hundred thousand euros. Better safe than sorry and he didn't want to lose his power.

'But we can't expect nothing from him,' Sophie attacked.

'Shut up! I don't want to hear any more from you,' he hit her back.

She gritted her teeth in frustration. Despite being full of rage, her rival laughed in the round, knowing that John would turn his back on her. 

Caro knew that the meeting was a competition based on social Darwinist principles, with only the strongest surviving. She wanted nothing to do with the idiots. I watched as the group slowly dispersed, leaving only John, Ava and Sophie inside. 

'Have you reorganised the tasks?' John asked me. 

'Everything is as we discussed,' I replied just as emotionlessly as he asked me. 

He was satisfied with the question and turned back to Sophie to kiss her. He was happy to have resolved everything, but there was something he wasn't happy about. Because when he turned away, I took my gun, stood up and shot the bodyguards standing by the door in the head. 

I had to admit something, Caro's motor memories are still useful. Just as Sophie came towards me and was about to stab me with a knife she had taken out of her trouser pocket, I hit her in the leg and chest. 

She lay on the floor in pain. I kicked the knife away and shot her twice more in the upper body. Severely injured, she breathed out for the last time. Her death was near. 

'Bloody hell!' John jumped onto the sofa, completely surprised at what Caro had done. 

'Why did you do that?' he asked me, because he knew that Caro was actually his girlfriend, partner and even his fiancée for once. 

He trusted all the women he dated. What an idiot! He then moved into a protective position in front of Ava, but it was too late for that. She had also been shot in the stomach. 

Hurt and crying, she went down. He with her. 

'I don't know what you want, but please don't do it, Caro!' he begged me. His eyes shone. I wanted revenge and wanted to give back everything they had done to me. 

'I'm not Caro!' I slapped him and his girlfriend unconscious before tying them to tables and torturing them.

While John was still lying on the table, still unconscious, I poured cold water over Ava's face. She was startled and looked round. 

'Caro, what are you doing, let go of me!' she demanded pleadingly. 

'Funny,' I came closer to her body and left the gun on the skin by her leg. 'When you killed me, you didn't think about it either,' I then fired a shot. 

Ava screamed in pain and my hatred grew. 'Fucking hell Caro, what the fuck are you talking about.'

'I knew you hated me so much, but,' I fired another shot, a little lower than the previous one. 'But when it comes to you, you're the biggest predators of all.' 

Ava screamed in pain, louder than before. 'Please Caro,' Ava continued to plead with me. Tears fell from her eyes, her eyes glowed red. 

'Please!' she told me as I put my fingers in her wound. At the same time, she cried out again. Meanwhile, I told her that I wasn't Caro. Before I wanted to shoot her, I slapped her ears a few times. As hard as Caro could do it, so much so that Ava just stumbled. 

At some point she was quiet, that was after the twentieth slap. Then I put the gun on her forehead. 'Too bad I have to leave a few bullets for John,' and then pulled the trigger. 

I also woke John up with cold water. He groaned briefly. 'Hello John,' I cut through his legs and arms with a knife. His blood slowly poured out. 

'Do you remember how I looked at you when you killed me,' John remained silent. 

'You took my life. You took everything from me, everything!' I screamed at him. 

'Caro, let's go,' he told me when I interrupted him. 'I'm not Caro, you ox. I'm Oskar,' I told him with a hateful smile. 

'I want you to feel what it feels like to die alone. With no one and nothing in the cold.' 

He struggled more and more against the restraints, jumping up briefly several times when I tried to distance myself. He realised that it was really me and that he had no other option but to die. 

'Fuck you!' he cursed. 'Fuck you!' he shouted loudly, turning so red with rage that he was breathing heavily afterwards. 'Do what you always do Oskar, hide. You can't help it,' he smiled at me. 

I was already aiming the gun at his forehead. 'Come on shoot!' he stretched up. 

'If you haven't got the balls to beat me up.' Indeed, anger was boiling inside me. 

I shot into his torso and he gave a short laugh as he spat out blood. 

'I knew you were a cowardly dog,' he commented as I turned away from him so I could get something heavy. I returned with a computer in my hands. 

'You think it's me,' and smacked the computer on John's head. Full of hate, full of self-satisfaction, I cracked his skull and neck. He only let out a short groan as I released my anger through the scream. 

'Go to hell, you evil bastard,' I smashed his skull for the thirtieth time. Blood was scattered everywhere, he was dead. His face was all deformed and unless you knew who he was, you wouldn't recognise him. 

At that moment, while I was still beating him, the police came and arrested me, or rather arrested the body. I didn't wait a second and jumped away.

'A raid has been found in the south-west of England, also involving a murder. Twenty-year-old John Scott is said by police to be the mastermind behind the crimes, drug offences and murders in his neighbourhood. Numerous other associates were arrested and taken into custody. These are notorious politicians, businessmen and even police officers,' announced the TV presenter in our bedroom on the Spanish beach. 

Hannah and I walked along the beach, feeling the hot ground beneath us and hearing the sound of the sea. "Now that all this is over, what do you want to do?" Hannah asked. We had new bodies, the bodies of two engaged fiancés. "Enjoy my time with you," I replied, smiling with my white teeth, showing off my muscular body in public. He had a beautiful face, brown hair and brown-green eyes. We held hands. "I'm only doing this because of you!" Hannah laughed in her new body, which was a little smaller but older than hers. She had longer black and red hair, sparkling blue eyes and a beautiful, longer, oval face with a beautiful, straight nose and full cheeks. "I love you," I turned to her and she turned to me. We looked into each other's eyes and kissed with love.