Past Lives

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Author: Ken McClure
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Thrillers
other man was painfully thin and gangly; his right shoulder drooped lower than the left and he held his head at the opposite angle, as if to compensate. He was wearing a lightweight linen suit that showed off wrinkles to advantage and the collar of his shirt had been made for a much larger man.
    'Well gentlemen, what have you decided?' asked Ignatius without bothering to introduce the second man.
    'We will be happy to help you sir,' answered Eli with an exaggerated smile. ‘We feel it’s our duty as Israelis.’
    'Good,' replied the priest. 'This is Dr Stroud. He will make sure that no harm comes to you. Come with us please.'
    The fact that Stroud carried a small leather bag registered with Eli more than it did with Benny. It seemed that, whereas Benny’s reservations had been dealt with by the wine, his own had just started to arise. They passed another small chapel where a group of five or six nuns were singing. The Latin words meant nothing to him but it was a sound he had known all his life.
    Ignatius led the way down a narrow flight of stone steps near the back of the building and Eli felt the walls close in on him. They entered a basement where they all had to duck to avoid contact with the vaulted stone roof.
    'In here,' said Ignatius, leaning back so Benny and Eli could enter a room at the end of the corridor ahead of him. He clicked on the light with his outstretched right hand and Benny drew in his breath and looked at Eli. This room didn't seem to belong in a church at all; it was much more like a doctor’s office.
    'Don't be alarmed,' said Ignatius, sensing the pair’s unease. 'You'll be more comfortable here and the doctor will be able to look after you properly.’
    Eli looked at Stroud and wasn't at all sure that he wanted the doctor looking after him. He looked as if he could do with some looking after himself. Stroud opened his bag and took out several glass vials and a box of plastic syringes which he laid out on a tray. Eli tried to catch Benny’s eye but Benny was obviously still enjoying the euphoria the wine had bestowed on him. Eli saw Stroud remove two syringes from their wrappers and fit needles to them. Ignatius noticed him staring and said something to Stroud who responded by stopping what he was doing to open a small cabinet and take out a bottle of pills. He handed it to Ignatius who opened it and gave two pills to Eli. ‘Here, these will help you relax.’
    Eli was shown into an adjoining room by Ignatius while Stroud indicated to Benny that he lie down on a leather-topped couch.
    Benny stared up at the ceiling, wondering why it was moving. He’d only had two glasses of wine . . . He felt the doctor bare his arm and rub it with a swab. It felt cold, icy cold. Ignatius had come back into the room and was looking down at him. 'Just relax,' he was saying. 'Relax and listen to what I say.'
    Benny felt a slight sharp sensation in his arm. The light feeling in his head became more intense. It was as if his brain had suddenly become free of his body. His body had been a prison for his real self.
    'What is your name?'
    'Benny Zur,' he replied slowly. The words seemed heavy; he had difficulty getting them out.
    'Where do you live?'
    'I told you . . . Tel Aviv.'
    'How old are you?'
    'Thirty fi . . .'
    'Relax ...' soothed the voice from somewhere far away beyond the horizons of light. 'Just relax.'
    The sun was coming up ... no, it was night. He was in a desert . . . no, he was in a forest and he was afraid. He couldn't cope with the flood of images that were streaming through his consciousness, all demanding his attention. His pulse rate rose sharply. He became disorientated. The pictures kept coming and he couldn't view them dispassionately because they all featured him. Each one triggered a different emotional reaction and he couldn't keep up. He needed more air. He felt his legs go into painful spasm and tried to sit up. But he couldn't; he was now trapped in a body that weighed too much. He
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