Infinite

by Brian Freeman

“Why are you here? Tell me!” This time, my shadow man answered. He whispered from the trees. “To kill.”

Why are you here? To kill.

There were two of us. I wasn’t hallucinating. My doppelgänger was real.

“Everyone near me is in danger. I kill people. I murder them. I stab them. I drown them.”

Whatever you do, don’t let him follow you out of here.

You’re shut up inside a world that must be awfully dark and lonely sometimes.

There was always another world, another Dylan to destroy.”

“The perfect crime,” I said.

“So you know about the worlds. You know they’re real.”

I don’t know what’s real anymore!”

“A second chance.”