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Chapter III

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Sometimes he saw his real face

And sometimes a stranger at his place

/ Kraftwerk, 'Hall of Mirrors' /

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As Katie drifted slowly back to consciousness, her first thought was to wonder why she'd worn her clothes to bed. Blindly, her hand groped crumpled jeans, and she let out a frustrated groan. Joy, the sclerosis shows itself in fifteen … Fuzzily, she cracked one eye open, glanced at the clock… Wait a minute, where's my clock?! She felt her stomach twist slowly, settle into a cold, bitter lump somewhere behind her abdomen. What the hell? Where am I?! She put a hand over her eyes, wishing beyond expression that she'd woken up and found it had all been another freaky dream. She opened her eyes again and… nothing changed. This room isn't mine. Definitely not mine. Walls were dark blue, not green. The clothes were scattered everywhere, even on a table. The jacket that was draped over the chair looked like something very familiar. Shit, it's Freddy's jacket! It's Freddy's room! What?! She sighed and rubbed her eyes, trying to figure out how she'd gotten a helluva headache already. Her tongue felt like a ball of dusty cat's hair, her throat was swelling. She covered her eyes with her hand again, groaning. It's just a dream, just a weird dream… Her prompt reflection was interrupted by the sound of a door slamming downstairs. Muffled conversations reached up to her hearing.

- Catalina said that your breakfast will be ready soon. Did you saw the newspaper?

- No, I didn't. Honey, what you think about…

What the freaking hell?! She was in Freddy Jones's house, and his parents had breakfast in a dining room! She felt her heart seize up, her eyes widened with panic. Trying to calm her wildly beating heart, she could barely bring herself to say it.

- Did I drunk and sleep with … AAAAAAAAAAAAA!

The sound of her own voice has frightened her. This wasn't her voice. Katie was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling rapidly from her agitation. Raising one shaky hand, she touched her face and yelped. It wasn't her face. She started to feel her body: her palms were wider, her nails were shorter, her breast… My breast!!! It's not mine! Her hand stopped movement below hips. Her mind searched frantically for an excuse. The lump in her throat grew to the point she thought she couldn't breathe anymore. One idea span in her mind: no way, no fucking way… As the seconds melted away, she restored ability to think coherently.

In a flash, she made a run for the bathroom. She swallowed hard and slowly moved to open the door. She breathed heavily, looking around for a mirror. Without a word, she run up to it, and frozen in middle of a step, turning pale. Katie felt as if the ground had been ripped from under her feet. From a mirror, another's face looked at her. His face.

She slammed her hand against her mouth, throwing herself into toilet. Dropping limply next to it, she vomited. She breathed heavily as she waited for the next wave of nausea to take over.

- It's a nightmare, Hudson, your most terrible nightmare…

- Master Frederick, are you oh-kay? – A man's voice asked behind the closed door.

Exhaling noisily, she tried to remember the name.

- Bernard?

- Yes, master Frederick, it's me, - Jones's butler answered. – I heard a scream. Something happened?

- Err… no, Bernard, I'm okay, - she stuttered clumsily. - Erm… I've seen a… spider, yes, a spider and… hum… I'm fine now. Yep, I'm fine. Thanx.

- Alright, sir. You mother wants to see you. Should I transfer something to her?

- Hum… No, no…thing. I shall… join to all… soon, - she answered, stuttering like an idiot.

- Are you sure you okay, master? – The butler protested.

- Yeah, sure, - she interrupted, standing up.

- Well, I better go.

She heard footsteps leaving down the stairs. Breathing heavily, she turned the faucet and let the water run for a while before splashing "his" face with the cold liquid.

- It's impossible, unbelievable, terrible… - She mumbled. – Wait a second!

If she was here, in his body, it means that Freddy…

- Oh shit… Oh fuck… - She continued a string of curses quickly.

In another flash, she made a run for a room. She put on the shirt, buttoning it and trying not look at "his" body. Snatching boots, she rushed down the stairs.

- George, I think… Oh, Fredrick! – "his" mother said. – Come here.

Katie slowly turned, facing with Mrs. Jones.

- Hum… mum?

- What happened with your hair, young man? And with your clothes too?

She touched "his" hair, noting an absence of the hairgel. Hmm, I like it better… What?

Freddy's mother still looked at "him", waiting for the answer. A small hissing sound came from "his" mouth as she breathed.

- Oh, I dunno… I just want it… this way. Today…

- You look like a ragamuffin, Fredrick Benjamin Jones! You never listen to my opinion! – Mrs. Jones accused, the arrogance building up in her tone.

- Honey, I think you're too strict… - Mr. Jones interfered.

- You think?! And how about your irresponsible son, honey?!

Katie couldn't believe what she was hearing.

- But sweetheart…

- Don't ever start it! I'm sick! He has bad grades, he plays on… whatever! Whole days! And…

- Stop it! – Katie screamed desperately.

Mrs. Jones response was a heavy sigh paired with an annoyed roll of her eyes.

- What's that supposed to mean?

She and Katie glared silently at one another.

- It means… - she brain searched for an excuse. – It means that I shall have… good grades in school.

- Well… - Mrs. Jones hissed between clenched teeth. She began to speak slowly, exaggeration in the articulation of the words. – It's your last chance to make it, Frederick. A test. On Monday. If it'll be C or worse… I warn you.

Katie felt her stomach twist in disgust. She was Freddy's mother. I never ever… A huge plastic grin plastered over "his" face.

- Okay, mum. I'll do it.

- You're free now, - She paused for a second before speaking again. – And Frederick, journalists will come in half an hour. Go to your friends, I don't want you to be here right now.

Mrs. Jones set her mouth in a straight line to show her resolve. Katie turned around and went to the doors. She doesn't even know that her son plays on drums… Oh, shit! Freddy!! My parents! And she has run…

TBC: one word – tomorrow lol