For the benefit of Lars...

Lars, my sincere apologies if this is not up to the standard ou seem to expect, although it was written in it's entirity pre-your-comment. If this is insufficient, I shall write a story to your liking

Good-day!


Chapter 2, I s'pose...

It is not common for a man to purchase a Revolver from a back street merchant in the dead of night, especially if it is for a price well above that of the average sidearm, although Mr. J.K. Likelabour was never a common one.

As I have mentioned in the previous chapter, I knew Likelabour from our days in Wilsmansion College, Wolketaw. He had been a man of science, though I had always been a man of restricted artistry. He had spent his entire college life researching out-of-body-experiences, the manipulation thereof. I, in the final year of my college learning, had been captivated by this, and so proceeded to follow his exploits. The first experimentations were hideous, and sickened me to my very core. I gradually became more accustomed to the sights and sounds of his grotesque "surgery". We narrowly escaped discovery only through Likelabour's quick thinking and many, many false identities. It was once remarked that he was born to be a military researcher, although such dreams were far below the true goals of Likelabour, goals which he had never told me about, and now can tell no-one about. All I now know is that his hopes extended far beyond anything the military could accomplish.

His breakthrough was the relaisation that Mancould not live in the mortal coil without any kind of driving force guiding the body. It would simply flop, go limp, and die. He needed the subject to be very fresh, and maybe a device to "capture" the escaping spirit.

He had been resaerching for all of his time in college, and had met a hitch. He had, so far, only used animal subjects, and uncooperative ones at that. He now needed human subjects. Live human subjects.