"Fucking long shifts, I hate them." Liam grumbled to himself as he stepped off the bus in the station in the town center. "Actually I hate them all." he then said, rethinking his words. Natalie had put him in for early starting shifts all this week, 9:00pm - 6:00pm, and he knew it was because nobody else had volunteered to do them, and so people were assigned. It was inevitable that he would be forced to work them. He kicked a half flattened beer can down the street, one of many that were strewn around as usual.
As the can echoed in the street, a bus drove past Liam as he was walking up the street towards work. The sound of it's diesel engine was loud, but not loud enough to mask another sound that Liam heard. There was a 'whoosh' and a dull thud, and some loose tiles fell off the roof of the empty Bingo building alongside Wilko, barely missing Liam. "Fuck!" he glared up at the offensing roof, before looking down the alley between the two buildings. There was smoke and a strange glow coming from the ground.
Walking up, a curious Liam was greeted by the sight of some kind of glowing rock in a small impact crater. Before his very eyes, the rock seemed to cool down rapidly, and Liam felt himself tempted to touch it. Which he soon did... only to feel what felt like an electric shock that traveled up his arm and into his body, knocking him on his ass. Shaking his head, Liam saw double vision at first, but it soon passed.
Picking himself up and dusting off his trousers, Liam looked into the small crater again, only to see the rock had been reduced to grey dust. "The fuck!?" he muttered, before turning around and walking into Wilko.
"You're cutting it fine Liam." Natalie said, tapping her watch as she watched him enter.
Liam paused, tempted to tell her about the meteorite, but he knew he'd just be called a liar again. "At least I'm not late." he responded to his supervisor's statement.
"You're not yet, but if you keep talking back you will be. Get yourself upstairs and put your stuff away please." Natalie told him firmly, before turning and sauntering off.
"Yes bitch!" Liam grumbled, inputting the code to the security door leading upstairs and disappearing. He barged into the gents toilets, which was empty, and started stuffing his jacket and rucksack into his locker, and as he did so, he began feeling a little strange. A light headedness overcame him and he moved over to the sinks to splash some cold water on his face.
Then leaning on the sinks, Liam looked up into the mirror and saw he'd turned quite pale. "Great time to get sick ya dickhead." he cussed himself out. "I'm not allowed anymore time off through illness this year." he sighed. Then he began feeling even stranger, he stood up straight and held his hands up in front of him, before looking in the mirror again. He was getting paler... and paler... even... transparent.
"What. The. Fuck!" He gasped, inspecting his reflection closer as he seemed to fade away in the mirror.
Suddenly he had an urge to focus, and he clenched his fists, concentrating. His mirror reflection came back before it had gone completely, but this made him think. What else could he do, and what was happening to him? He thought about going invisible... and just like that... his body dematerialized... causing his clothes to slump in a pile on the floor of the gents toilets.
"HOLY SHIT!" Liam said in his now ghostly voice as he levitated in mid-air. "I'm dead!?" he blurted out to himself. "No, not dead, I'm... something else." he said, before suddenly hearing the door open to the toilets.
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