[ WP ] A serial killer uses a vending machine to buy a personalized coke bottle to select his victim . One day , he gets a bottle with an unexpected name .

This would mark the 12th time Reggie would purchase the name of his fated next victim. What would this reality decide for his future scheme? As he rolled the coins into the Coca-Cola vending machine slot, each sound echoed through his mind like the hands of time deciding his destiny; the clank of the quarters dropping into the money chamber, the electricity running through the machine at the touch of a button, signaling the release of the named bottle, and the final plunk of an unfortunate persons doom. As Reggie reached towards the take out port, his fingers trembled with a mixture of fear and excitement, he could feel his heart pulsating throughout his entire body as he wrapped his finger around the cold bottles' neck that sent a wave of flashbacks from the 11 other necks he had wrapped his hands around. Once he finally, pulled the bottle out and looked down at the name of his prey, everything seemed to stand still; his body froze stiff and a lump rose in his throat that almost seemed to suffocate him. The name on the bottle read: *Morgan*. Why? Whyyy? Whyyyy did it have to be him?! Maybe he could pick another name or just someone else with the same name? But, no. Reggie knew. It had to be the first person that came to mind. But he knew he would n't stand a chance. Maybe he could poison the food or use a gun. No... it had to be done in the same manner that he received the name. And so, Reggie got into his car, made a phone call and drove to the fated destination. Morgan was a very wealthy man and regarded with high esteem by many. Normally, it would be a difficult task for anyone to just waltz up to the front door, but as fortune would have it, Reggie's job position allowed him the convenience. As he walked past the front lobby and down the hall, there he was, sitting cross-legged on a leather chair back lit by the fireplace that made his magnificence glow that much more. Awaiting Reggie's arrival, Morgan said in his lustrous voice, `` Ahh, Reggie, you're finally here! Please, come have a seat.'' Reggie nervously sat down parallel to the man that he would soon be squeezing the life out of between his very fingers. `` So, I assume you have the script?'' Reggie responded quickly,'' Yes, it's right here!'' as he pulled out the thick book of papers from his overcoat and placed it on the coffee table that sat between them. Morgan clasped the script, eyeing the title and said huskily, `` I'll just take a quick glance over the general details and give you my thoughts when I'm done. But please, have a glass of scotch before you make your way out.'' he gleamed as he handed Reggie the ice chilled glass and went on to read the script. The seconds ticked by; the Grandfather clock next to them echoing throughout the mansion, when the moment came that Reggie decided, it would be now or never. Reggie stood up and walked over to his victim, Morgan concentrated on the pages, did n't seem to even notice him. Reggie thrust his hands forward and wrapped them around the man's neck. Expecting to see a look of shock or even horror spread across Morgan's face as Reggie tightened his grip, he was taken aback to see two stone cold eyes gazing up at him with a blank expression accompanying them. What was this? What was happening? He knew Morgan would n't be like any of his other victims. But why? Why was he not panicking even the slightest that someone was strangling the very life from him!? At that instant, Reggie felt his limbs go numb, his grip fell from Morgan's throat. As he stumbled back, the room started spinning. `` Did you think I would n't know?'' Morgan beamed, standing up from his chair, seeming to tower over Reggie. `` Your fatal mistake, as I'm sure you realized, was that you could n't comprehend just who you were dealing with.'' By this point, Reggie has collapsed onto the carpet, realizing that the scotch had been poisoned, Reggie asked with what little breath he could muster,'' But, how? How did you know!? `` `` Because,'' Morgan looked down on him with a gaze that made Reggie's entire soul tremble in fear `` I am God.'' With a single thrust, Morgan Freeman kicked Reggie into the fire and that was the end of him.
