Living in a Story

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Well, not because he was nervous but because his back had begun to ache. He was 80 years old after all. He pushed away his plate of food filled with chicken, eggs and some vegetables, simple food that he could afford in such troubled times. He pushed his wooden chair back and stood up slowly, trying to stretch without tearing any muscle. He looked at his hands, all old and wrinkly and he began to laugh, a loud and good laugh. He could not believe that this is the state he is in now, old, weak and in hiding. It has been years since he had managed to change his appearance into an old man living in the city.

It has been decades since he had managed to change his appearance into an old man living in the city. He had been running away from Hunters, trained combatants hired by the government to eliminate people like him, people that could shape-shift. He is able to become anyone he likes as long as he has had physical contact with them.

It had been a rainy night, with his hood up, he sat quietly in a fast food restaurant where the old man always visits. He had been eyeing and following the old man, checking his family background, his habits and the places he frequented. So far, this old man seemed like a person he could change to and live the rest of his life in hiding. Simple enough, with a blade to the neck and garbage bag prepared, he took the old man down and disposed of the body. He changed his form and smiled, he is going to be safe. The old man had no family, no job and frequent a few places, that makes it easier to hide from the Hunters.

Boom, boom, boom. Three strong knocks on the door.

He looked up, taking notes of his surroundings, the opened window, the knife on the counter and his very important keys. He shuffled slowly to the door and pulled it slightly ajar, peeking out.

Cold, hard metal was pressing down on his forehead. It took a while for him to register that it was a gun being pointed at him. He didn’t mind the gun, it could not kill him. He took a good hard look at the person pointing it. Dressed in all black from head to toe, two pistols, probably a shotgun at the back and a belt holding several other weapons like grenades and the like. Over all of that is a thick black coat wet with rain.

“It must be heavy carrying all that weaponry on a small girl like you.”, he said with a smile.

She rolled her eyes.

“Come on shape-shifter, drop the act, I have a proposal for you if you want to end the Hunters.”

“Hmm… sounds like a plan.”, with a thoughtful smile, he opened the door and let the woman in.

It was like living in a story, he thought to himself.