The day was hard, it was an endless part of the bigger machine that tortures others, known also as life. Eight hours at work in the office, sitting and constantly doing something on the computer back in the company. The guy on the other side, of course is a smoker, and he can go out and have a cigar every now and then. Come back, work half an hour and have another one.

While a worker, who doesn’t smoke, drink or is addicted to anything other than free time. Must, and it is important to remember, must work more than the person that is a smoker or has some other problems and needs more time for himself. In order to calm himself or herself, too later continue on working.

Jeff, was the name of the young man that worked in the company. He was a friend of the earlier mentioned man that had a problem with cigars. The man’s name was Adam, he asked him once to count time for him. Jeff did it, Adam every half an hour had a fifteen minute break for a cigar. plus the break that is given to the workers as the law commands.

Jeff never needed any sort of those breaks. He worked hard to get a promotion, he wanted to have more money, rather than two thousand and eight hundred euros, he wanted more money for himself! He studied hard, he was a good kid, he loved his parents, his brother and his country, even if he is only in fifty percent English.

He was tall, he had slightly dark blond hair, and grey or blue eyes. He himself didn’t know and didn’t care, some call it grey some blue, others even tried to say opal or dirty marble. His facial features, he was handsome, you can’t deny it. He looked younger than he actually was, in most cases when he said he was twenty four, people thought he was at least twenty two.

Jeff tried to grow a beard, but he couldn’t. Genetics have betrayed him and he was doomed to be forever without a beard. He didn’t like this, and he tried different ways of having a beard, it just didn’t work. Not even one long hair grew on his chin. It would have looked wonderful on his face, that categorizes as long.

His eyes were the key to a woman’s heart, or at least that’s what his mom told him. He had that piercing stare, of a leader and also of an emotional and understanding person. Where one’s own gaze lands on his, ignoring everything around, the smile he can have when he is lying. Jeff doing something with his hands while the subject is looking straight at him.

Now, you may think that such a man has a wife or at least a fiancé, well no. Jeff is alone, he has no girlfriend and he promised himself he won’t have one for a long time. He decided he will make himself look good, to only make any girl interested get rejected right away. Once a woman hurt him greatly, he didn’t fall into panic or was angry, he simply said that he is alright with her decision. He accepted that she didn’t want him and wanted another guy.

It may be stupid to many, but he isn’t yet ready to try and form a relationship, he simply isn’t interested. And he still has that wound, that didn’t heal after those six years since it happened. Jeff attended gym from time to time, he wanted to have some abs and maybe make that biceps be bigger. He wasn’t too muscular, he was well built and his rather amateur athletic figure was enough for now.

He wanted to be slim, not bulky. His hairstyle went along the trend, although he wanted to change it for a good time now. Jeff has been waiting for his hair to grow in order to get closer to the desired hairstyle.

Going back to the original topic, Jeff hated his workplace because of that. Why does someone who works six hours rather than eight, receive the same amount of money? Why? That’s not fair, and if not for the stupid European Union’s legislations, it wouldn’t be fair. Why when he decides to work less, for example six hours just like the dude with the addiction, he will earn less?

Not to mention the building, has a smoking room! It allows them to only get into their addiction even more, he will ignore the fact that in some countries. Government run institutions have those and peoples taxes go to be wasted in order to worsen people’s health!

Jeff has rather explicit ideas how the world should work, he is a conservative after all. Maybe in some issues only a centrist. He studied, sociology, economics, math, law and also knows three languages as good as his mother language. He, has a friend who’s name is Henry, that friend from his own free will gives him free lessons about political science. Simply because Jeff always liked to have his own two cents in it. He wants to know more.

Jeff personality is surprising, Jeff is timid, he doesn’t like to get to know new friends, he would rather stick to his old ones. He, likes history and other cultures, he has no problem talking to people about architecture or objects in the museums. Jeff is brave, and not the kind of brave that charges without thinking, oh no. He is brave but not foolish.

He tried to never disobey his mom and dad. He listened to his older brother. He didn’t lie much in his youth, he did lie a lot when the topic involved something puny. He was a trickster and knew how to make bad words and phrases sound positive. He manipulated with words like a master. One example involved him calling the teacher uneducated liar, when she babbled lies about Lord Protector Oliver Cromwell

Jeff of course was millimeters from the teacher calling in his parents, he managed to talk himself out of trouble. The teacher didn’t call his parents, but remembered what he has said about her and didn’t let it go for a few months.

He doesn’t like parties, he prefers to sit in calm areas, where there’s not too much sound. It doesn’t mean Jeff is like a animal, that he is wild and doesn’t want to go on parties. He simply prefers being at home, he will go out if his friends really would want him too and he is in the mood. His sense of humor always adds a few wonderful things into the group.

Jeff really liked to travel, he had that passion with his family. He was born in Italy, when his parents were on their honeymoon. They traveled around the world to seek a new home, they tried by grandfather John in the US. He learned from a lot of things, for example how to give pigs food and how to properly kill chickens for dinner.

Grandpa John was the best grandpa in the world, full of stories a veteran from the second world war. The father of his mom which was also partially American and not fully. Jeff is a mixture of nationalities, he doesn’t know, but he for sure has two citizenships, he forgot which ones, however.

Jeff lives in a block of flats, about one kilometer from his workplace, he walked there on foot. Now, he earns euros, so where can he live? In Belgium, he choose that country for his new home because of the company that he works in. They gave him some money to buy himself a house and he did it in Belgium. He doesn’t know how or why they needed him here, but he accepted. Many didn’t and he understands them, nobody would like to live in a different country just because of his job.

The company he works in, has some ties with dudes from Hungary apparently and is heavily invested by the Czechs and the Germans. The company sells car parts, random things from around the world. Can offer you advices on how to guide your own small shop. Is open for cooperation with schools providing help in small parties and giving them rewards.

Jeff was coming from his work, after a whole day of typing, sometimes talking and sending different documents, he finally arrived home. It was almost ten pm and he wanted to eat something and maybe watch a movie before going to sleep. Although he could also go to the supermarket and grab some coffee, he has a shortage of that beautiful dark powder.

Jeff had his white slim shirt on, while wearing long and thin light brown jeans. He had his phone in the right pocket together with his wallet, that was made from leather of course. He had a small briefcase in his right hand, containing all different sorts of things he needs for his job. He wanted to work at home but he feared he might be getting not enough focus on his work but on different things.

Jeff has been walking on the brick pavement, every thirty meters there was a lamp flashing its light on the pavement. He was right now on his terrain, with other blocks of flat being around. They were painted green and white recently, and at least for now he didn’t see any graffiti. He has the pleasure of being on the seventh story and not on the fourteenth one.

Jeff has been dreaming about grabbing a glass and pouring himself some fresh cold mountain water. Jeff had his head low and always carried a small pocket knife in his briefcase in case someone decided to attack him. He wasn’t good at fighting, he was good at thinking. He could use the terrain better than most fighters, he was born a tactician.

From the time he was young, he loved military games, be it on the PC or on the ps4. He loved the Civilization franchise, the HoI franchise, he loved all of that. Fantasy books were his favorite reading material, together with…It may be a surprise, mystery novels that had intense romance in it.

Jeff was slowly approaching his destination, he has been walking calmly towards his home. It was one of those days he just thought about irrelevant things. He thought how it would be like to have unlimited power. Jeff didn’t often think about such stuff, but he for sure did from time to time, he liked playing games. Especially since GoW four came out.

He also liked to write, he liked to write stories on fanfiction.com when he had time. They were either crossovers or simple, yet interesting in concepts. What If’s that gained popularity rather quickly. He wanted to go a little deeper and try out wattpad, but he saw the amount of kids there and he forced himself not to join wattpad.

Jeff was other then most men out there, he was easily getting angry but he was a emotional person too. He could think of the most horrifying things and say them out loud with no emotion. Yet he really gets upset and sad when anyone calls him names, but he doesn’t show that as the emotions die out quickly when he responds with a good comeback.

Jeff when he was younger was rather frail and wasn’t strong, now he gained mass and some of those muscles he dreamed about. He was a smart kid, that was different, he was original and didn’t hide it. He often didn’t join his pals in making his school or classroom a living hell when the teacher wasn’t there.

He remembers that once, when they were on their way to meet a judge and get to know how the judiciary system works. The Judge told him, powerful words that maybe even had some influence on him, and because of them he is who he is. Not some douche, with a good amount of money.

You seem to be a child, that will be once a noble and just man, kid. Your questions were specific and I think, that thanks to you. Your group has heard from me more than any other.

He always liked to know much, he knew more about the world then any there of his colleagues in his school. He knew more about science and the world then most kids should know at that time, he was a special kind of all children that interested themselves in different things. But chemistry, from which he had the worst notes, he didn’t know a thing about chemistry, he hated that.

Jeff walked up towards the doors that lead to the staircase. The doors had to be opened with a code you had to type in the digital door phone. Jeff did that just that, he first typed in his apartments number, which was forty nine. He then clicked on the key sign, from there he typed in the five number code. Five, six, three, one , seven.

The doors opened when he heard the click of the lock. He pulled the doors big handle and opened them pulling them to himself. They needed to be fixed as they were difficult to open. Jeff walked in and quickly ran upwards using the staircase. Funny story about them actually, he was once told by his neighbor that he should walk slowly because he wakes them up when he comes back!

Isn’t this a little too much to ask? He heard similar stories, where a dude was sued because he flushed the toilet late at night and it woke others up. Or where a madam couldn’t clean her home, because her neighbor has his beauty sleeps and must be quiet. He even gave the woman the time when she can and cannot clean her home.

Jeff hit the light switch on the staircases wall, the light illuminated them and now he had a lesser chance of tripping and falling down miserably dying from breaking his spine. He found himself quickly at the fifth story and proceeded to go slower, and catch some breath before going again faster. Jeff still thought to himself how cool it would be to have the powers of a God.

He could change so many things, he could literally become the God-King, even though he would never do it, it’s too much responsibility even for him. Jeff swept away the sweat on his forehead while also adjusting his hair so that may not be glued by the sweat to his forehead. He has to take a shower, and then maybe go to sleep to later stand up at nine. Go buy something and at elven come back, finally go half twelve to work.

Jeff finally did the last step and found himself on the seventh story, finally almost home. He walked up to his doors that were on the right, while standing on the black doormat. He cleaned his shoes, even though it was dry as hell and he didn’t step on grass or soil this day. He took out his keys he had in his pocket on his white, slim shirt.

The keys were together with other, one being to a locker in his house, the other to the basement. And a few additional keys. Jeff opened the doors, he had to turn the lock two times, he gripped the brown, wood doors round metal handle and opened them. He stepped inside of his home and switch the light on that was on the wall on the left side.

Jeff took out the keys and locked himself, he sighed deeply and turned. The anteroom was long and tight, leading to four different room altogether. While on his right side there was a big wooden wardrobe he bought from someone, he needed one to store his lumber he got throughout his life. You know, he will become an old man in the future and he needs to have a shit ton of ’em in order to fill his house with exotic objects that were never used, while back then thinking he would.

There was a simple red carpet on the floor, Jeff took off his shoes and opened the earlier mentioned wardrobe, he put them in, beside his boots for sport. He had his suit in there too, but it as to small for him, he wanted to sell it to someone or at least give it away, but he didn’t find anyone interested for now. It was a simple black Armani suit, the one Slenderman wears.

He lived sparingly, he didn’t waste much money on his house, he rather stored his money. He opened the glass doors to one of the rooms that was on the right side. It was the room he was slipping in. There was a wide bed with a small tv on the wall, perfectly aimed just at him for him to lay on the bed and watch whatever he wanted. It was connected to the internet, so he mostly watched YouTube videos.

There was a dresser right next to the Pc, it was bought in Ikea. It had about one and a half meter in length and reached all the way to his roof. He had all of his clothes there, and it was enough for him. He didn’t need more.

He threw the suitcase on the bed, to the bed on the right side was a small desk, while on the opposite side, was a bigger desk with a monitor and his PC was under the desk. It had a large countertop he himself added in to have more space. While the printer was on the floor, he had a mini desk lamp too, he used it mostly to relax, play games and sometimes work on it. But only in critical situations.

The room was painted light blue while the ceiling was all white, he had a window that was closed all the time and only opened when he was in work. Jeff also threw his phone on the bed, he proceeded to walk towards the kitchen. His kitchen didn’t have doors, the kitchen was a small room that had everything in it. Literally, knifes hanging on the walls, the whole room was as if his own personal hell’s kitchen area.

He walked up to his bosch fridge from two thousand eleven, opened the doors. He quickly grabbed the water in the compartment meant for liquids. He was about to close the fridge, but he quickly looked deeper and noted he needs tomatoes, he had a few yoghurts and other food meant to simply be heated up in the fridge. He didn’t like to cook, he was bad at it.

‘A con for not having a girl’ Thought the man

Jeff smirked under the pressure of his own chauvinist joke, that feminists would just kill him for. What load of bullshit this movement is. Anyway, Jeff took a sip of water, he didn’t pull the switch on and the light from the inside of the fridge was the only thing illuminating the room. Jeff took another sip and took the half-filled bottle to is room.

While doing so, and walking back, he heard something brush against the carpet in the living room in his house. He stopped, he didn’t know if there was no thief right now in his house, or if simply this was a spooky ghost playing tricks. Jeff left the water bottle in his room. He gulped hard and slowly without making much sound, walked on the carpet.

He walked close to the rose red walls of his anteroom. While the clock on the wall in between the kitchen and the entering to his room. Jeff however thought of something better, he quickly returned to his room and closed the doors. He had a bat under his bed. He grabbed the wooden baseball bat and again opened the doors.

He walked with the baseball bat close to him. It might be he was overreacting, but with the recent crisis with the refugees, he is not giving anyone a chance. Ever since that dude climbed the balconies to save the baby in France. Jeff has been really tense on keeping himself safe, he wanted to buy a gun, but of course no! Stupid EU legislations are not allowing him to simply go and get it!

He would burn that parliament if he had the chance…Jeff walked up slowly with the bat tightly gripped in his hand. He wanted to first go for the light switch. It was on the opposite side, only the light from the anteroom lighted everything up. Jeff limited himself and didn’t breath for the moment, he counted in his head when he wanted to go in.

Five, four, three… Jeff counted, while again he could now for sure hear, something moving on his carpet in the living room.

Jeff begun to sweat, he had to beat up the guy, in such a way he won’t be charged for racism, and he won’t go to prison. This shit really is tense like that here in Belgium. He might be sometimes overreacting in such matters, but look at the Islands. Britain is no more Britain. London is getting truly Islamabad style.

Jeff counted to one. He let out a sigh and jumped into the room switching the light on with his fist while quickly standing up and holding the bat closely to him. When the light went on, he was about to yell something in German, one of the language’s he knows well. He lived rather close to the German border and he knew that a good chunk of the population also speaks it.

The living room was large, with armchairs on the left side, three were there with big pillows on them. There was a long sofa on the opposite of them and in between there was an oval glass table. If to look straight, there would be small private library with a few books. While the walls itself had two large paintings hanging on them.

He lived decently and didn’t aim for much, he just wanted it to look nice. He might as well start to buy a few decorations, after all he isn’t planning on staying alone for all eternity. What Shocked Jeff to the core, was the fact that the intruder, wasn’t a thief and didn’t look like one.

Jeff slowly pulled his weapon down while disbelieving in what he saw in front of him. On his sofa, casually sitting drinking a glass of wine, was no other person then Morgan Freeman. Jeff slowly took a step forwards and then slowly sat on one of his armchairs. He still held his bat in his hands tightly.

“Good evening” Said the old man, giving Jeff a arming smile.

Jeff was even more shocked then before, he recognized that voice, and for sure it was belonging to Morgan Freeman. This couldn’t be true thou, the old man was back in the United States, he wasn’t in Belgium. Or was he?

“Won’t you answer me? Or say something?” Asked calmly the old man

Jeff begin to stutter, he didn’t know what to say “Y-Yes, good evening” He managed to spit out

The two of them looked each other into their eyes, Jeff was overwhelmed with confusion that he might be speaking to his third favorite celebrity in the world. It still might be a thief looking like Morgan Freeman. Let’s be honest however, there is a zero when it comes to the chance it’s like that. Morgan Freeman looked down at his hands, as he held his baseball bat in his hands.

“Why are you afraid?”

Jeff lowered the strength he had in his grip on the handle and put the baseball bat away, so that it lay up against the other armchair. Jeff still had a long way before coming back from the moon, he is probably in a show with Morgan Freeman right now. They walked into his room and left him in his apartment.

“Am I on the tv?”

Jeff’s voice was like no other, his voice was floral and resonant. It passed other sounds like an arrow and the ears of the person listening had it easier to listen to him in the crowds. His voice held the power to simply hypnotize. To go along what he is saying, it's probably too much to say, but his voice was almost good to be called good for ASMR’s.

It had a goofy tone from time to time, yet Jeff giving speeches was wonderful, his voice especially gave his more charisma. He could argue and argue and after a few days even the most unbreakable man would agree at least partially with him. Be it bigots, some crazy zealots, he would succeeded in some degree.

“Do you think you are?”

Jeff gulped “I think”

Morgan Freeman gave him a smile and took another sip of the wine he had in his glass. He crossed his arms and looked downwards with his old and tired looking eyes.

“You think, that’s important.” Said the old man, humming under his breath “Tell me, do you believe in supernatural beings? Angels, demons and other? Alternative universes, parallel worlds and the omniverse?”

Jeff found that question interesting, he didn’t know if there was a hidden camera somewhere, he didn’t want to look around. Morgan Freeman was for sure getting philosophical right now, he himself didn’t like philosophy but he could have studied it, he always had the head to think.

“Yes, I do. In everything what you said. Science doesn’t exclude that. Although there is a very small chance for some magical beings to exist with each arguments they came up with.” Jeff explained, his emotions and the shock still having an impact on his statements, he can’t believe he is talking to Morgan Freeman.

Morgan Freeman seemed to be happy with his answer, Jeff didn’t know why, maybe he will talk about something only found on Discovery channel? That would be wonderful, he dreamed about being there. Maybe they are making an experiment with his emotions? Jeff simply can’t end this day without Shaking Morgan Freeman's hand first.

“I-I’m sorry for my manners, I’m Jeff Clifford” Jeff said and reached out to shake Morgan Freeman's hand

The old man reached out and shook Jeff’s hand, having his smile the whole time. He didn’t tell Jeff his name, Jeff assumed he knew his name because he asked if they were on the tv. They both ended their shake after a moment and returned to their positions. Jeff still being under the wings of confusion and excitement.

“If you had the power of safe someone’s life, by losing your own, would you do it?”

Jeff was greatly confused by the question the old man gave him. It was a really tricky and thoughtful question. He didn’t expect Morgan Freeman to ask him such things. Jeff never thought deeply about such things, but he knew for sure when he would try and risk his own life for the sake of another. Hen the chance of his death are high.

“Well, I have to tell you first, that it’s a difficult and hard question to answer” Jeff started, with a calm tone “I always answer truthfully, I don’t like to lie, most people would just say yes I would. Well. I’m different and I want others…” Jeff’s raised his hands and looked right and left, to maybe spot the hidden camera, yet he did it and didn’t find a thing.

“What are you looking for Jeff?”

“For the camera.” He answered simply, with a weak laugh at the end

“There is no camera in the room”

Jeff took it as a joke, he was trying to play on him but he was too smart to get into the trap “As I was saying…I want people to simply see me, and not the cover of lies. The cover many young teens take to be part of a group. I want people to know my opinions and who I am. So I will say, that if it was one person, I wouldn’t, If two, I also wouldn’t. From three on, I would probably do it.”

His voice got lighter and gained its weird tone that just interested the listener. Made him feel uncomfortable inside of himself to think that Jeff’s words and phrases make him feel like it because its truth. Truth that isn’t heard by many in the latest decades. Jeff is a honest person, but he won’t say someone looks horribly in clothes or on the photo, he knows he will hurt the person's feelings. He is honest and speaks truth in most cases, he found the middle point of not being hurtful, and also not a liar.

He does lie a lot when it comes to little things, but that’s just something he has from his youth. He can be hurtful and roast his friends, for the jokes and he knows where is the boundary. He ignores feelings when he speaks facts, that just something he ignores right away that person may even hurt herself, but he won’t stop saying facts.

“Even then I cannot tell for sure, there are different factors, emotions influencing the decision in the end. Even if I was sure I would let myself be killed for ten or more, I still can’t promise I would do it, as fear might overtake me in the end.” Jeff explained, he was almost empty and he adapted to the fact he is talking to Morgan Freeman.

“Would you, for the safety of others, become something, or someone unbelievably powerful. But in return, never see your family again?”

Jeff got confused by the question, he didn’t quite understand the premise of being all powerful, he’d definitely would do that if there was at least three individuals. He knows dying means there will be no more family dinners, and he will no longer see his brother, mother and dad. So it’s irrelevant, but living and never seeing them again is also quite different.

He would do it in the end, he’d have a depression for a few weeks or more. Maybe go thru an emotional crisis, but the fact he could still have a life and have a family maybe. Which would help him survive is an unrejectable argument. In that case he would grab onto anything that could become valuable, and in the end become his new family.

“Yes, I would still do it. Although I do not understand the becoming powerful part.”

“You like playing video games?” Asked the Actor

“Yes, it’s a hobby that helps me relax” Jeff responded viciously

The Old actor took a breath in “Let's imagine, you would gain the powers of a hero from a game. In return for saving others, but also for living in a different world with those powers and never seeing your family.”

Jeff wondered about that question, if he had to land in a different world, he would have to know what world it would be. The powers of a hero are always wonderful thing to get. Imagine him having Alex Mercer’s Backlight virus powers! About seeing his family never again and still living, he would have to find a new one, or try to have his own one. It would bother him his children, if he had one or more, would never see their grandpa and grandma from his side, plus their uncle that is his brother.

“I would do it, it would be hurtful, but yes I would. For example, it don’t have to be a group. If my emotions tell me to save even one person whom I don’t right now want to save because it’s just one. I will simply let myself be guided by them and lose my life for that one person.” Jeff leaned forwards with his hands on his knees.

Morgan Freeman held his hand under his chin and smiled widely. He nodded, he was happy to hear what Jeff said. Jeff was also happy Morgan Freeman understood him, and that his explanations and ways aren’t seen as bad. Morgan Freeman was always an interesting person, he is his modern time western Gandhi.

Jeff got an idea, and he didn’t hide it “Would you risk your life?” Jeff asked back.

Morgan Freeman laughed under his breath, and took another sip of the wine he had on the oval glass table “We already did, and I saved billions.”

Jeff raised his eyebrow and took a better position in his leather armchair “With all respect, but that’s very weird response mister Freeman. Not to mention the royal ‘we’ ”

The old American just looked back at Jeff and sighed, while his smile slowly faded away, and his expression took an emotionless, cold one. Ready to kill, ready to brutally murder him without showing a pinch of reason or mercy.

“Tell me Jeff, who am I? Whom do you see in front of you?”

“I don’t understand, what does it have to do w-“

“Whom do you see?” The Actor asked back, loudly, Jeff could have sworn the wine in the glass has moved from the power of that voice.

Jeff got scared, he shrunk a little and started to sweat. He didn’t know what to say, but since these questions are so serious he might as well seriously respond without any jokes or humor in the response. It’s getting uncomfortably philosophical right now and he doesn’t like that.

Jeff looked at Morgan Freeman, and said who he saw.

“I see a living being, equal to me in the light of law regardless of skin color. An American, and actor and an very intelligent man. A old man who is eighty one, and is almost one meter nineteen tall. Someone whom I see as a good person, that might be better or worse in some things because of age or abilities we poses. A human being, capable of showing emotions, and showing empathy.”

Jeff ended his response to Morgan Freeman. He immediately jumped back and the force of him moving almost made the armchair fell as he saw what he thought he did. Gasping for air, Jeff’s heartbeat was faster than light, and his pounds stronger the sun's gravity. Morgan Freeman didn’t wear his black suit, he know wore a completely white suit and shoes. While he gave a glow that seemed to illuminate the room more than the light above them gives.

“You’re wrong Jeff, my dear child” Morgan’s Freeman voice seemed to be like a melody to Jeff’s ears, catchy and making him want more.

Jeff felt warm when he heard Morgan Freeman saying that sentence, he felt light and relaxed, as if he was in a swimming pool and the water was messaging his back. His bad emotions left him and he felt lighter, he wasn’t bothered anymore by the fact he earns just as much as his friend Adam in his work. Even though he works more and Adam less!

“I am more than just that. This!” Morgan Freeman violently placed his hands on his chest. While a breeze could be felt as the response to Morgan’s movement. “Is but a illusion, that would be easier for you to understand. To look upon and don’t get blinded.”

“Who are you!” Jeff yelled back, he tried to reach for the baseball bat.

Jeff could feel the wood in his hands. He pulled the Baseball bat to himself, only to see it wasn’t a baseball bat anymore. The Weapon turned into a thick snake, and the skin felt just like wood. Jeff threw the snake away, with a powerful swing. The snake hit the wall and hissed loudly. Leaving a small bump in the wall, and small pieces of paint feel on the floor. Meanwhile, Jeff stood up and tried to run away.

He almost hit a wall, a wall that wasn’t originally there. He looked at the grey cement filling where once the way out was. Jeff begin to mumble something under his breaths and hit the wall with his fists. He was really close to fall into mass panic. He hit the wall, it didn’t break. He even yelled for help and breathed heavily while the snake behind was slowly moving towards him.

He turned towards Morgan Freeman who was watching Jeff’s effort on getting out. He saw as the snake was lowly making his way closer and closer, showing his long white fangs as two drops of toxin feel on the carpet. Jeff, again tried to destroy the wall but his efforts didn’t even leave a scratch.

“This is how most of mankind is today, they try to run from me, they reject me. They are getting followed by the snake, they may run miles away and still there will be the wall that won’t allow them to go further as they will reach the limit of being separated as much as possible” Morgan Freeman said in the back.

Jeff turned again towards him, the Snake was now slowly raising its head upwards, and the body was becoming thicker, while the eyes of it seemed to be like two red dwarfs in space. Morgan Freeman watched the snake do what it was doing, prepare to claim Jeff as one of his many victims.

“You believe, but you don’t practice. That’s one of the worst possible states man can be in. Tell me Jeff, you said you would risk your life, would you risk it now? The snake can go and kill somebody else, but you may give yours away for the other to live.”

Jeff slowly collapsed onto the floor, while the snake was slowly leaning forwards and looking at his neck. Jeff didn’t know, he wanted to live, he wanted to get his promotion, he wanted to maybe find a woman of his life. He didn’t want to die. He wanted to become rich, he wanted to see his family at Christmas.

“I promise, If you answer no, I will disappear and I will never bother you again. If you however agree, you will disappear, and never again bother this world.”

Jeff said quickly “Why me?!”

“Jeff, Jeff my child, I’ll tell you why” His voice was full of concern.

Morgan Freeman snapped his fingers, and the snaps sound was like an echo, the light turned off and the room was in complete darkness, but Morgan Freeman who shined in the darkness and illuminated the sofa and a part of the glass table. Jeff was in darkness, and the only thing getting him illuminated, were the snakes red eyes moving closer, while the snake hissed.

“My light that protects you from the snake no longer covers you. But just an inch keeping you from being claimed.”

Jeff’s gaze landed on his right foot, that was somewhat in Morgan’s Freemans light. He tried to move towards the American, but the Snake cut him off. The snake touched Jeff's forehead with its head and Jeff could swear, he barely survived just that by not getting a heart attack, his heart skipped a beat or more when it happened. The snake slowly retreated to its original position, still close to him. While retreating, licking Jeff's forehead.

“It won’t give you up easily, and I know you don’t have enough strength yourself. Answer the Question.”

Jeff looked back at Morgan Freeman and the snake, he didn’t have a clue what was going on, he was close to even crying. He was witnessing magic, magic described in books and other novels. He was going to die, if he accepts the offer for dying for someone. He may live in peace if he rejects the offer and that strange being looking like Morgan Freeman, will take it away.

“I don’t know” Jeff answered

“That’s not an option Jeff, not knowing something doesn’t mean you can’t choose.” Answered the celebrity frustrated.

Jeff thought about the things he has done in life, he did get a job, he has a wonderful family, he is a good man. He tries to live like a gentleman, he has his views and sometimes hates people for no reason whatsoever. But he has his ambitions, he wants to fulfill them, to reach his goals he has somewhere there waiting for him to complete them.

The person that may die also has such goals, that person may be a kid and that person may be better or worse than he is. That person can be a criminal or perhaps an doctor ready to make a cure for cancer. He doesn’t know if that person will become good or bad in the near future because of random events.

Jeff doesn’t know, he doesn’t know what to do right now, at some point he wants to live, he feels he is more valuable. But then again, it’s so selfish, he isn’t like that, he is better, he is a good person. He would surely do something on the streets, defend that person or help him or her out. Jeff proceed to ask the being a question

“Is it better than me? That person, it is more valuable?”

Morgan Freeman just looked down and back at Jeff with an angry expression.

“Regardless, of who is who, regardless of number. Someone’s life is never better, worse or more valuable. There’s no such thing. But I will tell you, that’s its death would be like the death of millions of species, thousands of civilizations and cultures. As if a whole planet, almost as much populated as earth died. The destruction of something as spectacular as the universe you live in.”

Jeff believed the being, surely the death of that person may feel horrible to his family. Surely the death of hat person may cause much trauma. Surely, he is worth as much for his parents, as that person is for his. Although he still doubts if he should say yes, he wants to but there is something blocking him.

His parents are closer than the parents of an stranger. He loves his brother more than a stranger on the street and he doesn’t want his close ones to suffer from his death. Things like that change the world, things like this change much in the lives of many, his brother will never again be as happy to travel around Africa as he loves right now. He doesn’t want to take away hat happiness.

But imagining, he will take that happiness away from the parents and close ones of the person that will die because of him, is also horrifying. He will live, he will know that, he will always remember he could have said a life, in exchange for his own one. His death is a big thing, but it can sometimes have much value, just as simple words and sentences.

Simple words, and sentences…

“I…I-I will!”

Morgan Freeman was surprised by what Jeff has said, he was ready to do something, but Jeff raised his hand and pointed at him with his finger while the snake looked diagonally at his hostage. Jeff looked into Morgan’s eyes deeply and he felt weak doing so, but he wasn’t broken by that.

“But you will promise, you will tell that person, in such a way he will always remember it. That I gave my life for him or her. So that my life won’t go to waste for someone who will become a criminal. Do we understand ourselves?!” Jeff said, in a threatening tone.

Morgan Freeman smiled, and nodded slowly. Giving Jeff a spark that soon turned into a inferno of hope. Morgan Freeman agreed to what Jeff said, he liked that, he liked the deal they were about to make. Even if Jeff valued his life a little higher than the other ones life. Morgan Freeman didn’t approve of such behavior.

“We can Jeff. I will.”

Jeff’s hand hit the floor while the snake begin to hiss and slowly more toxins escaped its fangs. Jeff knew that it was his time right now. He used his hands to defend himself and hide his neck away together with his face. The Snake launched himself forwards wildly, while wagging its tail like a rattlesnake.

Suddenly blinding light flashed and Jeff even when his eyes were closed and his hands were an additional layer, he still was blinded by the light. He heard a loud hiss and a moan like he never heard before, as if a little girl that started drinking had her voice already burned by the alcohol or perhaps cigarettes.

He felt the Snakes gummy body hit him and lay on him, while the skin was becoming hotter and hotter to the point the snake begin to burn him. Jeff kicked it away and curled up into the corner. It didn’t help in any way, other than mentally perhaps.

“Jeff!”A powerful voice, of a middle aged man, floral and calm, hypnotizing, holding a tune of authority called out his name.

Jeff again felt warm, he felt happy, he felt fulfilled, he felt better like never before. He could swear something cold, chilly was touching him. He could describe it as feathers brushing against him, or the fur of a long haired doggo.

“Do not be afraid, I will always be there to help you. To help you understand what you will be.”

Jeff was blinded to the point he started to tear up as his eyes didn’t have much strength any longer, he could see the world becoming grey, as if he was getting blind!

“Never, wish the other ill, and never wish for things that might touch you if you were the person standing next to the wisher, having the same idea, as you.”

Jeff felt tired, he felt being taken away to somewhere, he felt the air being fresh like never before, he felt something lift him up, as if someone or something grabbed him by the waist and pulled him up. He felt like he was carried by a river down the way, so long until he doesn’t see a waterfall. Then again it was similar to wind, hard to describe as the feeling of being tired only got stronger. He slowly was beginning fell unconscious.

“We’ll see ourselves many times, Jeff.” The voice said, but not as loudly as before, it faded away.

Jeff let go and fell almost into slumber, he was losing his consciousness on the way, but he could notice that he was placed on something hard, but on it was something soft. Familiar in touch, little and smooth on the surface, like trips of paper.

In the end, he lost.

Author's Note

So, as you see I decided to rewrite the story and not abandon it. It’s cool isn’t it? I still need an editor? I know, shut up…

I left the old chapters for new readers to go and see the legends of my fanfiction. Feel free to read them if you’re new.

As to the story, the timeline changed, the plot changed by about sixty percent. I will make Jeff similar but not the same as the previous version. I’ll threw away the other Gods and we will stick only to the Jewish\Christian God. Still, this doesn’t mean you won’t hear about other Almighty Gods.

You witness a totally new concept, I don’t know how it will work but I hope it will be good enough for you.

The chapters will be released randomly, sometimes it may be day after day, once a month or even for three months nothing will come out. I only gave life to this story again because I am stuck when it comes to the main fanfictions I write right now. When I have time and I’m uninspired to write chapters to my other stories, I’ll write one for this one. Simple as that.

Remember, be good and serve as the editor if you are interested. Right now, I’ll go to sleep, for me its god damn morning dudes. I live in Europe, and not the US like most of you!

Hope you liked the prologue!