A worthy cause

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"Oh hi there Steve" he says calmly, whilst the sword is held against his neck.

"Hello Morgan, I see you have found yourself in a another picle". You try to act calm, as if you hadn't even noticed he hadn't called you in years.

"Guards!" You hear a voice comming from a throne on the other end of the room "take the intruder"

"Oh she is very pretty! You say with a lively voice What did you do this time?" Your voice going down to a more agressive tone.

"Uhm so... I kind of pissed off a goddess"

"A what?!" You sigh. As the dozen guards come your way with golden spears. Before any of them can touch you though you dissappear before their eyes and re appear sitting in the arm of the goddess's throne.

"ok, come on what did he do?" The woman seemes more annoyed than surprised with your presence and without reply she tries to stab you in the belly. You hold her blade firmly yet gracefully.

"Hey...cowboy calm down. I am much more of a counselor than a fighter, so let's not do that, as you are still holding her blade tween your hands you make it dissappear. Let's talk this out... did he try to steal from you? Did he kill anyone you loved? Anyone you hated and wanted to kill yourself?

"Worse!" She utters in a terrifying voice.

"He broke my heart"

"He what?" You say under your breath

"And now he must die"

"Oooh, wow... wait a minute there tigress. You can't kill him just cause the relationship didn't work".

"Look I get, sometimes you are in love and things don't work out, you feel heartbroken, like you can't go on without him, or that if you can't have him no one else can"

"Shut it"... you feel a gust of wind come over you and press you against the wall "you have holded this trial long enough, you friend must now die"

You try to dissappear, but your powers don't work...

(To be continued if I have time)

I like to think that he just stopped existing although I didn't know how to put that in the story, and that felling of non existance is good somehow and addictive. (Like, and I know how it's going to sound, mr. Meeseekes from rick and morty).

But you are welcome to belive whatever you want : )

What?! No!No! Take me back! Take me back! Josh started to scream frantically, his body movement jerky and twitchy. The music stopped, everyone look horrified, at him, his hair, beard and nails overgrown, they suit his was wearing just a minute ago, shabby.

His breath on your face as he grabbed you, screaming and spitting was awful. His teeth yellowed, what was happening?

Before you could react at all Pamela's Husband grabbed Josh and pulled him from you, Josh had his grip so tight on your arm he scrached you as he was pulled away.

Josh looked and sounded like a mad man, yet you couldn't respond, you couldn't process it what had happened? You don't understand, it was literally just a second. You just stand there while the man tried to calm Josh and stop him.

He became violent starting to attack his friends, he knew who they were as he pleaded to be let go, to be able to return, calling his friends by their names. Is was a scary sight some of the women started to take the kids out of the room.

The party was ruined, everything had turned to chaos and you just stood there. You hearded faintly when Jeremy said, that Josh looked thinner, loke he hadn't eaten in a while. You never stopped to think about where the things you made dissappear went.

None of them ever looked older, even the foods... you didn't understand you could. You were immobilized, tears rolling out of your eyes as the evens unfolded around you. Eventually Mark came to you.

• What's happening man? He asked, clearly scared.

-I...I...don't know.

-What do you mean what did you do Alex?

-What did I... I don't know.

Mark's look turned from scared to angry, with him in front of you, you couldn't see the couch where they where still trying to hold Josh, but you could hear him trashing around and mumbling that he needed to go back.

-Alex?! What do we do? He won't stop! Screamed Jeremy as he tried to help Pamela's husband.

You looked around everyone else was gone. You couldn't explain, but before you could even say anything Josh came hurling towards you, pushing Mark out of the way, he did so with such violence Mark fell and hit his head. You couldn't see if he was okay, because Josh was immediately on top of you on the floor shaking you, drooling and screaming that he had to go back that he couldn't be here. Say incoherent things about how once you go you can't come back...you can't .... you can't come back... he didn't want to be back, he had to go, that he was in pain, the pain would only stop if he went back.

Someone must have called the police because you heard sirens outside and saw the blue and red lights reflected on the window.

Something pulled you focus back to Josh, a sharp and piercing pain, he was slawing you chest with his overgrown nails.

Jeremy pulled him away from you and you could see Mark on the floor a blood pool starting to form around his head, Pamela's husband beside him. Your chest wasn't much better and Jeremy struggled with Josh as the police arrived.

You vision was blurry, but you could see two of the police officers pinning Josh down on the floor and subduing him, the last things you saw before you passed out where a paramedic injecting something on Joshes neck and another comming to you.

You woke up on hospital two days later, you chest hurt and you felt like you couldn't breathe. Not even 5 minutes passed before two officers walked in and started asking questions, what had happened to Josh? what drugs had he used? You friends kidly told them you did something to him. And you had, but yoy couldn't expect them to belive you.

You didn't have a reply you didn't know. The cops said thaf Josh was having all of the symptoms of withdraw and that he might not survive, so they needed to know what drug you had given to him Because they found nothing on the tox screen.

You told them you hadn't given him any drug, that you didn't know what had happened. They started to go ove your "friends" statements... you head felt heavy, your vision go blurry again and the sounds seemed faint.. distant.

You passed out the nurse said, the cops where very mad, but what did they expect...

A few months passed you never saw your friend again, the cops had to clear you has they couldn't prove you had done anything to Josh, just another case closed without and explanation. You had to get a restraining order from Josh. Every now and then he appeared on you door. Seemingly normal, but with that look, that same look from that day asking to be sent back, that he had nothing left in this world, his wife left, he couldn't see his kids, he lost his job and his friends wouldn't come near him...thay he didn't mean for Mark to die, but that he needed to go back, that he was in pain, that he felt empty and no one would miss him.

You hadn't seen him in a while, but you knew he was there... standing outside facing the house. Waiting for a change to go back. You even thought about letting him, but you didn't know what might happen if he did... what was on the otherside.

You promised to never use your power again, not even for small objects, as you look at yourself in the mirror with the scars on your chest...

The end

I writte this in my last moments in the hope of not being forgotten. That someone in the future will find this and I will be remembered.

Febris Milus was my name, and if they were successful will never have heard of me

I was not the best emperor, neither the worst. Sadly most of my decision however were not well acceped by my peers, I lost several battles, and for my merciful nature I was considered weak. I told them, however great Rome is we can't expand forever, the empire grows poorer and more fragile by the day. One should not by more than he can chew... but the greed and the pride is too high amongst the romans, the people are contempt in Panis at circienses, the generals are cotempt in they glory in battle, even if most of them are in the past, as a empire we should have grown not only in size, but in means, in agriculture... construction, we expand and forget about the places that already are a part of this empire.

My father was a great ministry that taught me everything I know, and he was hanged. Now so will I.

I have divided the pages of a book and will insert this note here in a book they would never dare to burn or desacrate.

I am Febris Milus and I did my best for my people on the 5 years I resided emperor of the grear Roman empire.

Everyone has their passions and hobbies. My passion was always to kill, now before you get all spooked, and start thinking of me as some sort of animal that can't control himself or a master mind of crime like Hannibal Lecter, don't. I am just a regular guy, like any other, except that what I love is to kill, the sensation of power, is inebriating, I can kill in almost any way, but my favorite has always been to stab people, the warmth of their blood on my hands and body, watching as the life slowly leaves the body it is just thrilling.

Unfortunately for me I am just a regular guy at the time living in Kansas, USA... well needless to say I got caught pretty fast. There was only Meredith, Samantha, Richard and Amy. Ah Amy she was I cop, maybe that's too generous, she was a fresh out of the academy police officer that caught me stabbing Richard to death, she was very pretty, and young, usually younger than I would kill. See I have a rule never kill anyone younger than 23 or older than 55, I told you I am not a monster.

Well Amy was an exception and unfortunate one, it was self-defense I promise, she had her gun pointed at me, there was nothing I could do. I told her to leave, she didn't well and that was that.

They arrested me, but in a lucky turn of events the bus they were using to take me to prison got into an accident and I managed to scape, and whilst on the run I came across this ranch. Owned by this man Lennard he was an Everest enthusiast had reached the summit once in his life when he was young and was dying to do it again he said, however he was trapped in a wheelchair, we made a deal, he got me out of the country and I would get him to the summit.

He wasn't a particularly rich man, but he also didn't expect to come back from his trip, so we sold his ranch and all of his belongings and just to cut the story short he smuggled me out of the country and into Nepal, was not a very pleasant place, very cold but you get used to it, once there I helped him to climb, he had barely any movement on hist legs and it took us too much time, see I had planned to steal lennards identity, but someone better came along, a sweet man, american, named Jeremy that was a guide to the mountain, not a hole lot of people knew him and he had a similar built to mine... if I twiked some things, you see Jeremy was a good man and he decided to help us in our undertaking, he help me to basically carry the old men up the mountain. Well you are an experienced climber so you must know how difficult it is to climb this mountain even on your own, let alone carring someone... so unfortunately neither of them got to the summit, sadly the old men died halfway up the mountain, one night at the camp. And after that I convinced Jeremy to help me to carry his corpse to the summit, he was so naive. We left the camp carrying the body telling our sad story, how Lennard had been loke a father to me and that was his dying wish. As soon as we were alone, I mean obviously most climbers were way faster than us, I dropped myself in the snow Jeremy came to check on me and I stabbed him. Using a knife with these cloves not easy and Jeremy whe he noticed foght back well needless to say who won. I took his clothes and jeremy fell to his demise and the old men, well I carried him into a corner out of the track and left him there. It was a huge risk to take, but I stayed up there for a while until it was almost night... It was horrible I nearly froze to death, then I dragged myself back to camp hurt and with some frostbite. Telling a tale of misfortune were the man I was guiding, what I great man that was, even when night fell he still wanted to take Lennard up the mountain I told him it was a crazy and reckless idea. But he wouldn't listen, the night fell a d the wind was too strong, he tripped and fell. I tried to save him and nearly died myself. It was truly tragic, and everyone bought it.

I have been Jeremy for the last 5 years now, the pay check as a guide isn't amazing but I can get by, and you know how deadly this mountain can be, it's not uncommon for people to go missing every now and then. Everyhing was fine until you came along and started digging....

To be continued