The Main Character

I have a personality disorder where thousands of people occupy my body. My biggest difference is that I look like the people I become. That’s mixed with an anger management plan and I’ve been getting myself into some trouble lately. I load my rifle and climb up to perch from the top of the building. I have the higher ground and can shoot before my targets usually reach me. If I die in a different body, I die in my actual body too. I haven’t missed a shot for anyone who challenges me and it is becoming a nightly ritual. I steady my rifle each night and prepare for a fight. Tonight, I inhabit the body of an old man who is barely holding on to the hair on my head. I’m not worried about my accuracy and know that I will beat every challenger once again.

I keep everyone at bay all night, only within the early hours of the morning do I find a worthy opponent. I fire the gun as the man jumps to the side, hiding behind the corner of the building he is camping at. I didn’t realise he also fired at the same time. I know when I collapse to the floor with a bullet wedged in my neck, right where the artery is.