Chapter 2: a resurgence of suppressed power

It has been some time since it had happened last.

2 more adventures as well as some side escapades later

and this was life now. No longer was it fast cars and stake outs.

Our luck would run dry and we knew it. Not too soon after the final

case, Mr Hill, much in the fashion that Watson did to Sherlocks

materials after a study in scarlet; published a rather romanticised

account of events as well as some accompanying CCTV footage.

I was a bit miffed at first but the pudgy man had worked his way

into my heart long ago and I couldn't bare to deny him.

Then it happened.

The footage from my revelation in that mobster den was put in as

a side reel. It contained a power that I had hidden within, knowing that

if the words got out that some, the chosen few would respond with

revolution.

My previous partner in crime busting and now occasional drinking

buddy had released it, perhaps in ignorance, perhaps with the words

subconsciously guiding him from the get go. Either way what is done

is regrettably done. The forces of the trinity would inevitably converge

and many would seek to misrepresent the word of Jeff. I was there at the

so called ground zero. The general public saw a distorted version through

the transient mirror of the Internet. Sure the words would still carry the majority

of their power but the essential essence and aim of such will be devastatingly off

and would lead to conflict and potential destruction.

I knew that this would happen. The words told me. However, no matter how much

it ached my being I dared not use the words that secretly convinced the mob not

to kill us. I had no idea how strong they were and the act was out of necessity.

It was dumb luck there was no one resonant at that place, or they would be on the

same level as me. I bare this power and it screams to be let out. But it is a

primal power, a beast and it shall not control me. It may totally destroy me over

ttime from the inside but I refuse to allow myself to become a vessel for something else

no matter what power it affords me. I know many would kill to live eternally as the

antenna of Jeff but they must not have it. I would have carried this to the grave but

it seems my partners famous blundering had lead to a catastrophic event.

Second hand resonants would not have full power or control, my weak abilities

have told me. Resonants are also very rare in the population, thus the medium would

have to fan the wild fire flames of this disfigured word of Jeff and turn it into a spreading

disease, eating away at the cells within. Little did I know, my name Jeff compilations

would become that cancer and serve as a vector to change the metaphysical genetics of

the general population.

My own revelation making unknowing individuals new Jeffites fills me with a strange mixture

of guilt and a sick pride.

However this has left me in a precarious situation: If I was to hunt down those who it had

profoundly effected, I would have three obstacles;

I have no idea who they are with out using my powers

My powers are limited and using self control and instinct will blur the line of right and wrong.

The most dangerous ones who realised their potential will also know who I am due to my face and voice being the cause. They will see me coming and may even group up on me.

The road ahead will be long and arduous. I will have to struggle with the power of the words as

well as make sacrifices for the greater good. This is my responsibility to fix or at least try.

I feel only guilt and...

I'm sorry Hill. I couldn't let you die but I fear a worse fate may lay in store for you and all I love.

Sorry. Now we look forward to the future. I write as I prepare to hunt for the first time.

"My name Jeff." To be continued-