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-
