[ WP ] You 're walking through the city on a cold winter day . A crowd has formed . You move in to get a closer look . It 's a dead body ! And it looks just like you . `` Them ! They did it ! I saw them do it ! '' a masked person , in the crowd , shouts as they point ... at ... YOU !

We tore down the road again, screeching into the night as our lights illuminated the gutters and decaying city streets. Another night being drug through the cold fall dirt, pulled from our warm cabs on another overrated pilgrimage. 
 
 We slid to a halt just short of the crowd. Slinging our bags and fixing our body armor, the early fall air brought a late hour frost. An erie fog crept in, clinging around the street lamps and flashing traffic lights. 
 
 The crowd parted as we pressed in, shoving past the gaukers wanting a look at a dead body. Finding a small clearing I bent down, reaching for a pulse and watching for any breath escaping my new found cadavers mouth. Placing my hand on his neck, I took pause. It may be the lack of coffee as my brain processed the image, but my lifeless eyes stared back into mine. My own body lay before, outstretched and fileted like I was dumped here after an autopsy. 
 
 Slowly standing up, I turned to my partner. His face turned pale as his brain failed to process the paradox. It was me alright, down to every detail and scarring. A matching scar protruding from a bearded chin, cropped hair disheveled from wearing to many hats, crooked front teeth as my doppelgangers mouth hung open. 
 
 More sirens sped toward us, police sirens resonating off the downtown spires creating an echo chamber, inching ever closer. `` It was him! He did it!'' 
 
 A shout came from behind me, turning to see a masked figure. I could n't tell if it was the shadows from the street lamps, or if the mystery man was wearing a scarf. He repeated the phrase, louder this time as a small circle of onlookers formed around me. Familiar thudding of car doors slamming broke my gaze. Police boots interrupted the now silent mass. 
 
 The new towns crier piped again, motion for the officers to hustle. `` It was him!'' The gravel voice bellowed, `` I saw it all!'' The police came to the same confusion after a brief inspection. I found myself slowly inching backwards, stumbling over my footing. `` He has the knife in his pocket!'' He pointed, his voice now a growl. As if becoming angry no one believed him. The stranger pulled a hood over his head as he slowly disappeared into the crowd. 
 
 With a shaking hand I reached into my pocket, finding the shaft of a steel blade. Pulling it from my pocket and dropping it, the weapon covered in dried blood. The cops faces went from bewilderment, returning to the familiar scowl of skull breaker mode. With an awkward glance at each other, they drew their weapons. The crowd now beginning to flee with haste in ever direction. As the stranger seemed to apparate with the fog. 
 
 At first the orders were calm, almost weak in the revelation. As their only suspect backpeddled faster. My head in a daze, my vision spinning as emergency lights seemed to blur together. Dropping my bags. I turned to run...
