"Okay."
"Just Breathe,"
"Inhale ... exhale , that's what the meditation class told me to do when I'm stressed " sadly enough for him it didn't include how to keep calm in a situation like this " this is bad very bad" it indeed was very bad.
he stared at the problem like doing that would make it disappear ,his gut sank as the dread from what he had just done washed over him, he had just killed a man.
"Shit."
"Why is he not getting up? Great." he began to rub his hand on his forehead, dragging it down to his cheeks " Just great."
"Five years of studying his movements and mannerisms, all gone , five god damn years of dedicating myself to becoming the world's best body double gone,in six seconds."
He paced back and forth in the kitchen, avoiding the body like a water spill .the hammer covered in the blood of the corpse that used to be his employer, looking at the man made him physically sick, to see your own lifeless eyes staring back at you tends to do that,guilt and dread swirling around inside him the feelings rising from his gut to his heart, it was enough to give a man a heart attack.
"I can already hear the head lines, rogue body double kills actor in his apartment "...
"Shit, why I don't deserve this, Mother was right. I should have just got a good office job, I wasn't cut out for stunt work. What was i thinking idiot why why why".
His mind racing and the impending threat of his fate looming over his head, he thinks of only one solution.
What should I do? I'm done for I should jus-... unless ... , same build , same face, same height.
"I mean, he says it himself he can barely tell us apart sometimes,"
(Brief pause)
"No no no no no no no no - that's crazy" grabbing a tuft of his black hair he thinks of other possibilities but none come to mind "but" unclenching his hair he stares at his hands the blood dripping methodically to the ground " it's the only thing i can do"
To avoid his fate in a jail cell with Jarome, he decided at that moment he would become .... The now deceased actor Archer Scot
"No one saw me come in here , no one knows he's here."
"The man I just killed is laying in a pool of his own blood."
"and I am the person who looks most like him in the world."
Grabbing the body he begins to drag it from the kitchen making his way into the living room, his arms start to strain under the weight, the tuxedo he wore wrinkled, the crater in the head of Mr archer, hooked onto his bottom button loosening it, the blood that had sprayed onto the black tux being too dry, the smell of iron burned his nose .
"Whoever came up with the phrase dead weight definitely wasn't lying; how the hell can someone be this heavy. "