Infinity Man

By Sean Keefe

A spate of poor decisions has driven James Ever Lasting to question the viability of his very existence. His own uncertainty unwittingly unleashes a force of nature that will open his eyes to everything.

As a husband, father and grandfather, James had always navigated the perils of life quite successfully. His decisions had always kept his family on the right path. A career in flux, an investment in jeopardy, and a pair of inviting lips weaken his defenses and pull him down the rabbit hole. In an instant, his life had changed. No longer the rock he had always been to his girls, James wishes for an escape from his failures.

Fore feels James’ wish in the vibrations of the Infinite. In his duties as an agent of the Infinite, the vibration is a call for help from a desperate life. This life he knows. How long has he searched for this one life? Now, it is just a wish away.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sean Keefe
• Release date: Nov 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310593055

Sean Keefe

I am a father that believed in his family. I never believed divorce was an option, but once it was, what a doozy it was! I was shocked to learn that family courts care nothing about truth or fairness. I was shocked to learn that lying is the best tactic when going through a divorce. The truth is completely ignored, and in fact, may be a punishable offense. It is my hope that the experiences I’ve lived through and share with you will be a catalyst to ensure that no child’s life begins as a lie, and that adults making adult decisions are held accountable for their own actions. There are countless stories such as mine that go untold. Family courts throughout our nation struggle with equitably ending relationships filled with emotional complications. I don’t know how many marriages are damaged by paternity fraud, but I do know that the majority of our states have no statutes protecting our families from this type of deception.

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Infinity Man

By

Sean P. Keefe

Published by Sean P. Keefe at Smashwords

Copyright 2015 Sean P. Keefe

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Table of Contents

Prelude

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Prelude

The county morgue is a quiet place at night. When he first started working the nightshift, every little noise spooked the shit out of Henry. It had taken him a full six months to get to the point where he could eat at his desk. Henry liked to think he had become accustomed to the death that he worked with.

It had taken longer for Henry to realize that he did not work with death at all. Death happened long before Henry got involved. In fact, in the seven years Henry had worked at the morgue, he had not witnessed a single death.

Henry dealt with vessels.

That is how Henry had begun to look at the bodies that he cleaned and cataloged. That is how he dealt with the torn flesh and empty eyes.

Car accidents had been the worst. The bodies came in mangled and unrecognizable. It always amazed Henry how speed and metal could rend a human body. Car accidents made for long nights.

People died every day, and when people died, Henry met them. Last night was quiet. Quiet nights were rare for Henry. Working a double shift was rare for Henry as well, and there was little worse than a quiet day after a quiet night. It was almost noon before Henry got his first body.

Where’d we find this one, Mike? Henry asked as the paramedic was pulling the gurney from the back of the ambulance.

In an alley. Mike replied. Looks like he died overnight. Could be drugs or maybe a heart attack. Aside from no identification, it looks like an easy one, Henry.

They’re all pretty easy, Mike. I’ve yet to have one argue with me or complain. Henry said as he helped Mike move the body to one of the morgue’s gurneys. It’ll just be nice to have some work to do. It’s been quiet since midnight.

Whoa, Henry! Watch your tongue! Mike said as he opened the door to his ambulance. My shift just started. Don’t jinx me!

Henry wheeled the body into the exam room, parked it next to the examination table, and locked the gurney wheels. He grabbed the bag and pulled the body over to the examination table. After the gurney was properly stowed, Henry pulled his stool and instrument tray next to the table. He elevated the stool to the proper height and placed his clipboard and pen on the tray.

Let’s see what we have in the bag. Henry said to himself as he unzipped the body bag.

Male, approximately six feet two hundred and ten pounds. Henry said aloud as he sat on his stool and began to make his notes. He began the habit of speaking his notes very early in his career. He found that the oral recitation of the notes pulled him above the humanity lying in his exam room. This was not a person; it was a body, a vessel; a vessel that had borne its passenger to their final destination. It was Henry’s job to clean, catalog, and prepare that vessel for disposal.

Henry removed the clothing and continued.

There was no personal identification found on the subject’s person when the body was retrieved from the site. There was no personal identification found in the clothing. The subject appears to be in his early forties. Henry examined the hands, paying close attention to the fingers. "From the state of the clothing, general appearance and odor of the body, lack of identification, and report of the responding paramedics, the subject appears to have been homeless for some time prior to his death.

There are no obvious wounds visible, no needle marks on the subject’s arms. Henry used his gloved hands to part the subject’s lips to examine his teeth and gums. The subject’s teeth are in…

A blinding light filled the room, and the roar of a thousand trains ripped through Henry’s ears. He flew back away from the exam table, closing his eyes as tightly as his body would allow while smashing his hands against his ears in a vain attempt to save his body from this attack on his senses. He fell against the wall about ten feet from where he had been examining the body. The light on the other side of his eyelids became less intense, and the roar began to fade. Henry sat against the wall with his eyes clenched and ears throbbing.

That’s the best part! You gotta love the ride! A voice rang in Henry’s ears. Good afternoon, Henry.

Henry began blinking his eyes. At first, all he could see was a bright yellow ring, as if he had glanced at the sun and its memory had burned onto his eyes. Henry blinked a few more times.

Who... but how… I don’t understand. Henry stammered. You were just dead. You were…

Me? The man asked with a grin. Not me. I grant you, someone was dead, and that someone, from your perspective, remains dead, but that someone is not me. I mean, depending on your definition of alive, I may be very much alive, Henry.

Henry could see that now. A man full of life sat on the edge of the examination table. The face was definitely the face of the man Henry had just been examining. Every physical feature resembled the man that had just been lying dead on the table, but the man Henry was looking at was clearly not dead. He shone with life and pulsated with power. Henry had to squint to look at him. As he looked, the glow continued to fade.

How do you know me? Henry asked still astonished. You were dead just a second ago. I’ve never met you. I mean, you were just dead. What the hell?

Take a deep breath, Henry. The man said calmly. You’ve heard of zombies, haven’t you?

The man stood, raised his arms slowly out in front of him, and began speaking in a monotone voice.

How did you think it would begin, Henry? A morgue is the only…

Henry reached to his left in terror and grabbed hold of the stool he had been sitting on. As he scampered to his feet, Henry began to swing the stool at the approaching man.

The man dropped his hands, jumped back and smiled broadly just as the projectile whizzed by.

Feel better? He asked.

Sss…stay back. Ppp…please, stay back. Henry stammered still terrified.

The man grabbed the stool from the floor, walked toward Henry, and placed it against the wall.

Sit, Henry. I’m just messing with you. Sit, please. The man gestured to the stool as he backed away.

Henry stumbled to the stool and sat down. How do you know me?

I don’t know you, Henry. The man calmly replied as he pointed at Henry’s chest. Your lab coat has your name on it.

Henry looked down and saw his name. Oh, right. But you were just dead. I’ve been around a lot of dead bodies, and you were definitely dead.

The man felt his own face.

Yes, well this guy, the man pointed at his own face, this guy was definitely dead. I, on the other hand, am not. I know this is all weird, Henry. It’s about to get a little weirder.

Henry watched as the man closed his eyes and began to concentrate. A glow began to emanate from his entire body. The man stepped back and leaned against the examination table. As his hands met the metal, he clenched. His eyes shut tighter and his lips clenched together. The man’s nose made a horrible crunching sound. Henry had heard that sound countless times as he had set bones on broken bodies. Right in front of Henry’s eyes, the man’s features changed. Where the dead man’s hair had receded, new hair sprouted. Where a long narrow nose had been, a shorter more proportionate nose appeared. Cheekbones previously sunken in an unkempt face, now rose up to nestle between two chestnut brown steely eyes. Whiskers fell from the man’s face accompanied by every speck of dirt. The man grunted as his form grew tighter and more defined.

After a few moments, the man’s grunting and the sounds of bones moving ended.

Oh man, no matter how many times I do that, it still hurts! The man said with a smile.

The glow faded, and the man stood. Henry marveled at the dented imprints of the man’s hands in the edge of the metal table.

Close your mouth, Henry, and tell me, do you know where I can find Sarah Conner? The man asked in a serious tone.

Sarah who? Henry asked in disbelief.

The man laughed.

Sarah Conner! You know, from Terminator. Come on, Henry! That entrance was a little terminator-like, wasn’t it? Look at me. I could be a terminator, couldn’t I?

Are you… a term… Henry began to ask.

Nah! Come on, Henry, that’s a movie. The man interrupted with a laugh. This is real life, and this is really happening. Now, where can I get some clothes?

Henry found the man some clothes from the bin where all the dead body clothes ended up. The man glowed just a little and shook the clothes. As the glow receded, the clothes looked as good as new. The man dressed while he gathered some basic information from Henry.

Well that’s a little further away than I had intended, but it’s close enough. Now, Henry, if I were you, I would get rid of any paperwork associated with the body that came in earlier. I’m not sure how you would explain any of this. The man said.

Can I tell people what I’ve seen? Henry asked.

Sure. The man replied. Do you really think anyone will believe you?

The man extended his hand. As Henry grasped the man’s hand, a slight glow appeared, and Henry began to feel more like himself.

You’re a good man, Henry. The man said as he turned to leave.

With a puzzled look on his face, Henry watched the man walk down the ramp at the ambulance dock.

What just happened? Henry said to himself. Who was that guy? What was I doing? Henry shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, turned, and walked back into the morgue.

Today is the day. The man thought as he walked into the bright afternoon sun. He’s a little further away than I’d have liked, but you can only take the ride that’s available. I don’t have to catch up with him for a couple of hours. I’ve got plenty of time.

The man walked confidently down the street. He did not hesitate to greet each person he passed. Good morning! he would say, or Beautiful day, isn’t it? The man made sure to greet each passing person with eye contact and a smile.

Life, the man thought, the best idea, Ever!

One

James awoke in a panic. He reached over and felt the warm familiar form that had shared his bed for the last thirty years. Elle was sound asleep. James gently kissed his wife on the cheek, slipped from under the covers and stood beside his bed. He looked down upon the woman with whom he had shared his entire adult life.

You’re all I ever wanted in this world, Elle. He whispered lightly. It’s as if my life began the moment I saw you.

James grabbed the covers, pulled them up and gently covered the exposed bed where he had been lying.

As his eyes filled, James lightly patted the bed and whispered, "I love you,