In a dark alleyway, a middle-aged man wearing a brown coat with a business suit underneath it was laying on the floor.
Beneath him was a pool of blood that came from the multiple gunshot wounds on his chest and abdomen.
Standing over him was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy that had an expressionless look on his face. In his right hand by his side was a gun that was producing faint smoke from its barrel.
Suddenly the sound of police sirens echoed in the silent night causing the boy to turn his head to the alleyway's entrance.
Two cop cars were seen flying in and parking there.
The boy turned his attention back to the corpse, seeming to be unconcerned about the incoming police.
Looking at the man in the pool of blood the boy raised the gun again and fired several more rounds in his abdomen.
Out of the two police cars, four officers came rushing out.
Seeing the scene in front of them, they put their hands on their guns and shouted at the boy.
"Little boy!! Drop the gun now!!"
The boy still had the gun raised at the dead man on the floor and was still pulling the trigger, but only a clicking sound echoed as the bullet had run out.
Seeing that the clip was empty, the expression on the little boy's face became distorted before he threw the empty gun at the man.
The four police officers started to approach the boy to apprehend him, but he suddenly started laughing.
The laugh was low but gradually increased to an ear-piercing volume. The laugh sounded deranged, making the four officers wonder how a young child could laugh in such a way
The boy's laugh echoed in the alleyway for some time, and the four officers that had stopped just looked at him from a distance.
One of the officers was about to say something only to be cut off by the boy's sudden howling.
"What should I have done?!! I tried and tried but nothing worked!!..."
"Ha.. haha…hahaha!!"
After the boy spoke those words, he went back to laughing like a deranged patient.
The four officers couldn't help but feel a chill go down their spines as they looked at this little boy laughing over the dead body of a person he had just killed.
The laughter that came from his lips was shrill and alarming.
During his laugh, the little boy reached behind his back and pulled out another gun.
The officers rush to point their gun at the boy fearing he was going to shoot at them, but the boy only aimed it at the dead man again. Just when he was about to pull the trigger, his figure suddenly vanished, leaving the gun to fall onto the ground.
The four officers stare with dumbfounded expressions at the spot where the boy disappeared.
"Am I seeing things or did that boy just disappear?" One officer asked with skepticism.
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September 2, 2019…
Wakefield Town.
It was a small farming town with a population of around 2900 people, where practically everyone knows everyone.
Due to the town's remoteness, not many people came to visit. Though the town was highly self-sufficient with hospitals, police stations, and convenience stores.
Within a moderately large two-story family home, on the second floor, in a bedroom, an alarm clock that was stuck at 7:30 am was going off next to a bed. A lump that was under the covers on the bed groaned and twisted in annoyance before finally reaching out a hand to turn off the alarm.
The bedroom was quite spacious, enough that three distinct sections were organized within. In one section, there were several floor-to-ceiling bookshelves with a small desk and chair nearby, while in another sections, there was a large Tv mounted on the wall with speakers at the sides and a long sofa in front of it.
Additionally, in a smaller section that was positioned in a far corner of the room, one could see a dusty glass cabinet that was filled with 1st place trophies and gold medals. Despite the dust, one could see some of these trophies and medals were for math, science school competitions, while others were for Chess, Shogi, and other Art-related competitions.
It was quite varied.
Letting out a final moan of annoyance, the lump under the covers sat up on the bed.
It was a boy who looked between thirteen and fourteen. He had curly black hair, and a face with mixed features, that made him look a bit delicate upon first glance, especially when adding his somewhat short stature. However, thankfully, the faint muscular outlines visible through his thin, sleeves-less shirt, as well as his slanted eyebrows, added a touch of roguishness to his otherwise fragile appearance.
The boy's unusual gray pupils could barely be seen through his squinted eyelids, as he tried to block out the morning sun coming through his window.
After some time of adjusting and a noiseless yawn, he flipped off his covers and got up out of bed. In his underwear and that sleeveless undershirt, he made his way for the bathroom that was at the end of the long hall, and a distance away from his room. Though just as he set out, he suddenly glimpsed a sticky note on his dresser's mirror that was next to the exit.
Carefully peeling it off, he held it a couple of inches away from his eyes to make out the words on it.
With a groggy voice he read, "Dear Miles, mom has to leave early. I left your school lunch and breakfast in the kitchen, be careful on the way to school, love mom."
After reading the note he released a sigh, before opening a drawer and stuffing it in a pile that had others similar to it.
He then opened the door and headed to the bathroom.
Upon entering, he went to the sink to find his toothbrush and brushed his teeth. After finishing, he washed his face and dried it with a towel before opening the glass cabinet above the sink and took out his contact lenses.
Turning his head up, he slowly put them in one by one, then began closing and opening his eyes to make sure they were in the correct position. Afterward, he placed the contact lenses container back into the glass cabinet and closed it.
However, upon closing the cabinet, he saw something in the mirror that made him let out a loud shrill scream.
"AhhHHHhh!!!"
He then swerved around and came face to face with… himself?
Miles couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at the person who looked so much like him. This person's curly black hair was disheveled and was covering his eyes slightly, though they still managed to peek through the gaps to stare directly at him. Those familiar gray eyes he had seen countless times in the mirror now held a tinge of red in them and added a touch of insanity to that delicate face.
Miles unconsciously stumbled backward towards the bathroom's exit and fell on his butt before frantically scrambling backward. Meanwhile the figure just stared at him while he was freaking out.
Despite his initial panic, Miles soon managed to put on a look of bravery and angrily yell, "Wh..Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?!"
Though his stuttering gave him away.
However, Miles and his mother were the only ones living in their house, so finding someone standing behind him would of course scare him stupid.
"If you don't leave now, I'm going to call the police!!"
Miles shouted once more, but the figure simply stood there silently looking at him. Just when Miles was beginning to think this was either some hallucination caused by an aftereffect of his accident, or perhaps a dream, the mysterious doppelganger opened his mouth and spoke, "Is this how I looked when this happened to me? Wow, this is embarrassing."