Story commissioned and permitted to be posted by Anonymous
Oliver sat in his bunk reading and just as he was flipping over to the next page he felt it press inwards. Flipping a couple more pages he found a hole had been cut out of the center of the page and inside of this hole was a small mirror. Compact in size and had gone a long time being hidden away in here. With it being small enough to hide in a pocket he wasn’t even sure if he should take it, but he did, his hand automatically sliding in a small pocket sewn to the inside of his jumper.
Lunch was normal, there were a couple of fights that broke out in the middle of the room and they were quickly subdued by the guards. Oliver was having a hard time ‘fitting in’, but it’s also not like he wanted to fit in to this crowd. Criminals, some of whom had done horrendous things, were nothing like him. He was framed and was now forced to eat slop and hope that he was shivved for looking in the wrong direction. Oliver was a gardener, framed for the murder of a woman that his old rich boss was sleeping with at the time. She ended up in the garden and Oliver was blamed for it. Reggie, his boss, is still free.
“Hey.” Another man sat down and Oliver winced. This same guy always bothered him at lunch, asking for something to trade or even just a conversation. Not a lot of the other guys in here wanted to talk to him and he was weird enough for them to leave in his world. His name was Jesus, and he almost looked like him to.
“Jesus, what now?” Oliver moved the semi-liquid on his tray around in a circle before looking up at the man who was just staring at him. With a roll of his eyes, Oliver picked up his tray and deposited it in the washing area, his stomach grumbling from the lack of nutrition. The guy had followed him out into the recreation area and Oliver went directly to his corner, a small table near a shed that contained the normal supplies for the rare events they held in the courtyard.
“What you got there?” Jesus asked, noticing that Oliver had his hand in his jumper fiddling around with something.
“Oh, it’s nothing, just something I found.” Oliver hesitated before quickly flashing it in his direction. As the light hit the mirror and reflected towards his face, Jesus shielded his eyes and Oliver quickly put it away.
“Damn, man.” He chuckled, twitching a little bit. One of the main reasons no one wanted to be around him was because he was always trying to get a high; a hit of some sort of contraband, and his withdrawal symptoms had made him look wild.
“Sorry.” Oliver slipped the mirror back into his pocket, knowing how dangerous it was having such an object. There was a reason the mirrors in the showers were so small. Oliver stared off into space, Jesus joining him. Time passed rather quickly and then they all returned to their cells with the sound of the alarms. Oliver was lucky enough to have a cell to himself, the older gentleman occupying the bed above him had been released due to old age. They both tried to spend time in the cell since it was probably the safest, unless he was cornered by a mob of guys looking for a good time. The one thing Oliver had going for him was that he at least enjoyed fucking men. He didn’t, however, enjoy it being forced on him.
He pulled out the mirror, flipping it around and noticing that the reflection wasn’t his. It was of Jesus. Sitting up quickly, Oliver fiddled around with it, turning it over in his hand until he was holding it up in front of him, getting a whole view of the face. The mirror light flashed and suddenly Oliver felt strange. Dropping the mirror in his blanket, he looked at his hands that had changed into the only person who would talk to him without wanting to fuck in this prison. Oliver looked at himself in the compact, the reflection now moving with his own and he quickly held it out in front of him to change back. The light flashed one more time and now Oliver had a mischievous grin on his face.
The following day was filled with a court meeting, discussing the length of my stay and adding more details that he had to hear repeatedly. The guard picked Oliver up at the end of the session and the prisoner asked if he could go to the restroom. This hunk was kind enough to escort him to the restroom and stood outside the stall as I reached into my pocket for the mirror. Oliver reflected the light through the slots in the stall, capturing his reflection and then holding it out in front of him. Oliver quickly changed into the guard, muscle mass added to his frame and he quickly jumped out of the stall, subduing the guard with his own power.
Oliver walked out of the building with ease, no longer looking like a prisoner in the orange jumper, and he found his way to a vehicle assigned to this guard on a set of keys. He started the engine and started to drive away towards freedom and revenge.
A couple of miles outside of town he pulled in front of a mansion. The elegantly decorated exterior was lavished with details and Oliver knew exactly how to get in. Climbing through some shrubbery, he found himself by a shed where he used to keep his tools for maintaining the grounds. He smirked with the mirror in his hand and continued to walk towards the house. The guest house normally had one of Reggie’s sons in it, playing video games as though he wasn’t a full grown adult who needed to move out. Oliver snuck in behind him, crossing through the set of double doors and wrapping his thick arm around his neck. He struggled for a moment and then his arms went limp. Quickly, Oliver picked him up and took him inside, grabbing some supplies to tie him up.
In the basement, Oliver clicked on the light and tossed the tied up body in front of him. Quickly, he shined the mirror in his direction and then held it out in front of him, turning into his son. With a smirk, he started walking up the stairs in the main portion of the house. Oliver searched the house, waiting for anyone to come home and then he heard a car pull into the driveway. It was Reggie.
“Why is there a police car parked out front?” Reggie yelled as he tapped away on his phone, coming into the house and leaving his belongings by the door. Oliver held a drink in his hand and held it out for his enemy. Giving it a swirl as the last of a pill disintegrated.
“Had a long day?” Oliver said, Reggie taking the drink and giving it a swig. He eyed his son slightly and continued to walk into his office. Just as he walked through, he stumbled and then fell to the ground.
“Wake up.” Oliver whispered, tapping on the now tied up body of Reggie.
“What the fuck?” He said through the ties in his mouth. He looked over at his tied up son and then back at the impersonator, trying to wrap his head around the situation. Oliver got right to it and removed the reflection from the mirror, revealing himself.
“Hello, boss. Nice to see you.” Oliver was still in his jumper and he turned the mirror towards Reggie, taking in his reflection and then quicky turning himself into the muscled hunk. With a smirk, Oliver turned the mirror back to him and shined his old reflection onto his boss, his body shrinking in size and then gaining the orange jumper. His son was still passed and just as he was coming to, Oliver was by his side, comforting him as he panicked. The old Reggie was screaming through the tape and rope, desperately trying to get out of his confines, but Oliver had already called the police, and the flashing lights could be seen pulling into the driveway.
“You are a monster and you deserve much worse than this.” Oliver said with Reggie’s voice and he punched him square in the face, knocking him out.
Coming to, Reggie found himself in solitary confinement with no windows, no bars, just grey walls and a metal door with a slot. The barely lit fluorescent light flickered above him and a tray of food had been spilled at the entrance. Looking down at himself, he started to scream as he realized he still looked like his gardener and this was not just a nightmare. This was Reggie’s new reality and he deserved every last bit of it.
Oliver was also enjoying his new life as Reggie.
