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CHAPTER TWELVE
The creature sat in a baby position contently inside its new abode, enjoying the warmness and the comfort the fresh womb is providing it. Beside it lies a clotting of blood, which would soon develop into a foetus, the idea sent an ire feeling inside it. It hates to share its abode with anything, not even the developing baby of its surrogate. Though things have changed, the foetus will also be useful to the cause, it’s just a matter of time. The generalissimos are on their way, they would take over the world, they would control it, and all the promises would be fulfilled. It would be like old times again, the timing was perfect, the creature was suddenly giddy with excitement.

With its infra red audio visual organ it could monitor the events on the outside. It witnessed the coition between its surrogate and a man, not comprehending the acts except that the several orgasm she was having, gave it some kind of power. It could smell the fear in the man and his uneasiness during the coitus. It had watched him take care of the surrogate with delight, and how he had been anxious over the changes in her which comes naturally with hosting the creature. It was pleased with him.

Now it was gnashing it fangs in anger, mad with the decision that the pregnancy would be terminated. Without the presence of the pregnancy, there would not be a conducive abode for it to stay, in fact it would have to leave. Again the foetus that would form part of the foot soldier regiments would be eliminated. Something has to be done to prevent the abortion of the pregnancy. It would not happen, because it has already been written, the world would fall under their command.

Centuries back, the creature had emerged on the surface of the earth with its master, somewhere near the river Tagus in Lisbon, long before the rounding of the Cape of Good Hope by Bartolomeu Dias in 1488 and the voyages of Vasco da Gama to eastern Africa and India. It had plunged both Lisbon and Setubal into great sorrow before it was moved to Africa during the Portuguese expansion in the 14th century. The creature and it master had been exceedingly patient basing their philosophy on the Portuguese adage: Mais vale tarde que nunca, better late than never

With the introduction of sugar cultivation Brazil by 1516 and its huge success, large plantations around Bahia and Pernambuco (modern Recife) drew in increasing numbers of slaves from Guinea, Ghana, Benin, Angola and Nigeria, stimulating the brutal and massive traffic in the latter regions. The discovery of gold in large quantities in Minas Gerais in the 1690s, pegged the population of African slaves to more than a million. From Africa, the duo were transported to Brazil inside a pregnant woman (slave) cursed by a powerful witch doctor, where they continue to live for generations.

For centuries patience has been observed, and it was time to take what rightfully belong to them. There would be cries, agony, sorrow, sweat and blood, but there would never be death. It would be too much kindness on their part for any one to cry, death to Death! The world would be in distress.

With naked hatred in its glinting eyes, the creature looked at Akin. It was no longer pleased with him. It would have destroyed him if he was not part of the total plan. It knew what lay inside his heart and it pitied him for it was all a waste of time. The creature felt ecstatic when it remember that the ‘helpers’ are on the way, what is written must be fulfilled.

Feeling accomplished, the creature coiled lazily and prepared to rest. The war is about to start and it will need all its energy to fight.




CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Sabrina found a sealed white envelope, neatly folded under her mattress, she instantly knew the person who brought it, and where it originated from. For the first time she was angry with Ikechukwu (origin of the envelope), one of her school mate, a playboy who is disturbing her for a relationship. Everyday for the last two months Ike sends a note through his cousin Christina to deliver to Sabrina, proclaiming his love for her. Though, the content format had soon changed to lascivious messages that really signify his intention.

Ike is envied amongst his fellow students and rumours have it that ‘he is taking the girls to bed two at a time’, probably an exaggeration, but he definitely has a winning streak with the girls. This perhaps was easy because Ike’s father is a former minister of petroleum in Nigeria, and he of course contested for the last presidential election, emerging the fourth runners up. Ike has a personal Taxi-driver outside the school that takes him to hotels or wherever he wants to go, when he sneaks out of school. Several times the school had been forced to send letters to his parent warning them of his possible expulsion from the institution. The last term he bought one of his ‘outside-school’ girl friend a gift worth two hundred thousand Naira, which somehow got to the principal through the grape vine, and flagging off a hot debate about his expulsion.

Obviously, his father had stashed billions of the countries money in foreign accounts and diverted them for personal use, a trend common amongst African politicians. His father also has choice properties in all parts of the world: from a Malibu home in the united state to a fifty bedroom castle like house in Switzerland, plus buildings in incredibly expensive estates in the United Kingdom. Beyond all of these, his father is the chairman of some of the countries blue chip companies’ and multi nationals, with huge interests in the oil refineries business cutting across Africa and Europe. His father is an extraordinarily rich and corrupt politician.


Furiously, Sabrina tore open the letter which usually contains materials she found amusing and sexy but childish, but today she was not up to tolerating him. It read:
‘Do you like math? If so add a bed subtract your clothes divide your legs and we can multiply!
I want triplets, you want twins. Let’s get in bed and see who wins!
If your right leg was thanksgiving and your left leg was Christmas could I meet you between the holidays?
Of all the babes you are my selection please don’t give me a rejection. My teeth are clean for your inspection so give my mouth a tongue injection!’

Reading through the letter Sabrina unexpectedly felt some kind of hot fury burning inside her with an enormous urge to hurt him. Now she could see him in her grey scale vision on the basketball court, laughing with his equally dreadful friends. She could even hear them talking dirty about a girl Ike recently slept with, making her fury climb to a new realm. The urge to hurt him and all of his friends was at its greatest now. Then he started talking about her: what he would like to do to her in bed, and how he would like to disgrace her by seizing her bra and panties when he was through with her, all because of her being uppity with him. They all laughed bringing further suggestions on what to do to her, one of them even suggested a ‘Bleep’.

Loosing her consciousness, Sabrina swiftly collapsed on her bed. The urge to hurt the boys just overwhelmed her. Through her unconsciousness on the bed she saw a flame of fire erupted from the middle of the basket ball court where Ike and his friends squatted in a circle, lighting them up. Instantly pandemonium broke out as the boys scampered across the court running with flames on their bodies and screaming with agony. Ike, crazy with disbelieve and worry stood for a moment not comprehending what was happening, until he felt the cruelly hot impact of the fire on his back. He yelled in pain and ran toward the bathroom looking for water, not knowing when tore his clothes off, diving into the showers at the same time. The fire continued on his body in spite of the shower water spraying him, soon he was forced to run out side naked, and roll his body on the floor.

In quick time the fire alarm shrilling sound echoed round the school, prompting every one to rush outside for safety. Along with his naked friends, Ike continued to scream and roll on the floor but without any visible fire on their bodies. The whole school watched in dismay as the boys display nakedly on the floor like they were all high on drugs. Just them could see the flames now and feel the pain, but there were no burns on their body. After a while everything quieted down allowing Ike and his friends to regain their sanity. They suddenly realized they were standing naked in front of the whole school, Ike closed his eyes and prayed for death. He would never be ‘cool’ in the eyes of his fellow students again.

Few minutes later Sabrina opened her eyes and regained consciousness on her bed, feeling some kind of deep satisfaction. She just punished them, they would never dare talk about her or any other girl like that again. She felt fulfilled and triumphant, especially with the fact that Ike and his friends would be sent out of school by the management. No one would believe fire erupted from the middle of the basketball court, no one would believe they were not high on some drugs. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

At the moment she felt strange but she was not worried. What she was afraid of is Akin leaving her, due to some of his reactions. She has some kind of feelings in her suggesting that without Akin things would be extremely difficult, especially feeding her passion. Where was he? What was he doing? Who is he with? She felt panicky, wanting to see him wherever he was.

Then once again the grey scale picture began to come to her: Akin was driving with Miss Kwame sitting beside him on the passenger seat on a busy road, with cars zipping past them. They were laughing and looking very happy, she immediately felt some kind of hot jealousy rising up in her. She zoomed on Miss Kwame’s face, it was radiant and she was looking at Akin with affection and admiration. Sabrina almost chocked, Miss Kwame? She thought her to be straight, what was she doing with Akin, she thought she might have to punish her. She strained her hears to listen to their conversation, but could not readily pick it. Subsequently, Akin suddenly slowed down to park the car beside the busy road, making Sabrina’s heart almost coming to a halt. The duo sat for some time looking at each other before Kwame started talking, still Sabrina could not hear their conversation, she was getting more worried. Miss Kwame held Akin’s hand looking into his eyes with all seriousness and nodding her head as if confused. Sabrina thought she understood that overwhelming feelings and she instantly had the strong urge to hurt her.

Luckily for Miss Kwame the reception all of a sudden became clear and Sabrina could hear her as if she was inside the car with them. She was not professing her love for Akin but advising him on making necessary changes in his life. Actually she knows a lot about Akin’s womanizing tendencies, she had been his very close friend since he arrived at Saint Catherine. They have a brother-sister kind of relationship, and she was increasingly getting worried about him, especially with Sabrina’s attitude towards her back in school. She told him Sabrina has a huge crush on him and that everyone seems to be noticing it. Sabrina in response snorted on her bed. Miss Kwame’s advice was hinged on Akin spending more time in church, where he could probably meet a girl he would like. She then joked that he could even marry Sabrina Madu once she completes her education, though along time away. Sabrina greeted that with a smile and resolved never to hurt Miss Kwame no matter what happens. The duo hugged inside the car and that was the last visual she saw of them.

‘Wake up lazy bone, you just missed a big strip show’
Sabrina opened her eyes to see Chiamaka’s smiling and mischievous face.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Lola Gomez sat behind her computer, her eyes red and glassy with tears, blurring the series of numbers appearing on her screen. She works at the head quarters of Quartz Bank in Broad Street Lagos, the financial capital where the head offices of most of Nigeria’s banks and other companies are located. Now and then she dab at her eyes with a pink handkerchief and whimper, looking intently at the mobile phone in front of her. She was about to make a call that would either make her happy or miserable for the rest of her life. The last three years she had been procrastinating on that singular call, but today, it has become a matter of now or never. Right now it is the most important call of her life.

Her office lies on the fifteenth floor of the huge United Bank for Africa building, where she could easily appreciate the city skyline, watch the ever heavy traffic, and other flurries of activities as distractions from work, but she was not interested in all of that now. Her heart is in turmoil, making every other thing in her life take second place, even the banking career that she loves so much. Silently she prayed the call will bring back the sunshine in her life, and complete the missing part of her puzzle.

With shaky hands she picked the phone, pressing out the numbers with both hands, as she snivels and wipe her tears with the back of hands. Slowly she pressed the set on her ear and waited till it connected, making a blobbing ringing sound. It rang for some moment without anyone picking it. She became agitated, wondering if he knew she was the one calling. At the second dial a female voice picked it, which caused her to drop the phone in a loud clatter. The female voice had confirmed everything, there was no reason to call anymore, time once again had played cruel on her. She had lost him to another woman. Gently she put her head on the glass table and wept without shame.

Few minutes later her phone began ringing, making shrilling noises in the quietness of her office. She glanced at it first, not wanting to speak to anyone, then realizing it could be him she snapped up the phone and pressed it to her ears.
‘Hello, who is this?’ a gentle baritone voice said from the other end. She almost stopped breathing. Hearing his voice alone did something awesome to her.
‘It’s Lola Gomez’ she replied after some time with a quivering voice, her heart banging.
‘Oh my God! Lola! Where in heavens name have you been? The voice said excitedly. She listen for the tenderness she always love in his voice, it was still there. Suddenly she broke into fresh sobs. The happiness she felt hearing his voice is so overwhelming.
‘What is wrong with you?’ the voice said with lots of concern, which was rewarded with more sobs. ‘Can we meet somewhere for God sake?’
‘You want to meet with me?’ she finally found her voice, not believing what she just heard.
‘Now Lola don’t be silly, just name the place and time, I’ll be there’
Suddenly the event of the last seven years came flooding into her memory: he was the only man she ever fell in love. She had dated other men thinking she would come to forget about him and in turn love her new men, but it never worked out that way. Her last relationship had ended up in a disaster; the man had loved her greatly and had actually proposed marriage to her. She had refused knowing she does not love him and would not grow to love him, she had only been fond of him. To marry him will be a major mistake. The man had become recalcitrant and had threatened to harm her in his desperation. He could not just understand why she would not love him.

Sometimes she laughed ruefully at the thought of marrying the man she is in love with, a man every other woman would want and would share with her. A man she knew would cause her pain and heart ache for she could not bear to share him, but she had continued to love him even more over the years. With all the discipline and logic in her, she had refused to have anything to do with him, hoping one day that he would change and come back to her or she would find love somewhere else. But it had not happened because he was just incorrigible, and she had not been happy. She had finally resolve to let faith control things, it is serendipity, it is written that her man is a man who would be wanted by women and who would also want women. Love had prevailed.

She knew he loves her dearly, and on several occasion he had made promises and commitments to her, but she had been afraid of heart ache. His pedigree with women is so tinted that only a crazy woman would take him serious. But she had not found love except with him, the only reasonable thing to do is to let the wave of love paddle them, perhaps their relationship might just work. Will he still want her? Is he married or in a serious relationship? Does she have any hope with him?

‘Lola are you there?’ his voice jerked her back to the present
‘Yes,’
‘When can we meet?’
‘I guess today is out of it’
‘I want to see you today’ he said with gusto
‘Today?’
‘Where are you?’
‘At the office’
‘Where is your office?’ they have not seen in the last five years. She had refused his calls.
‘Quartz bank, UBA house Broad Street’ she reeled out sniveling.
‘I’m over at Maryland, I’ll be with you in twenty minutes, okay?
‘Okay’
‘One more thing, I don’t want to see you cry when I’m with you. ‘Promise?’
‘Promise …Akin?’
‘Hmm?’
‘Thank you so much’
‘Common don’t be like that. Bye love’ he said with affection and cut the phone.

Lola reclined on her seat thinking, and sigh with a great relieve. She had thought he would be hostile, because she knew he had been hurt severely when she refused to reciprocate his love. He had cried one day after begging her, and she had to dip into her reserve of discipline to refuse him. Perhaps she could not just understand why of all the women in his life, he would fall in love with her.

Now he had even called her love, maybe there would be light at the end of the tunnel. She left her desk and crossed to the lounge that led to the ladies, where she would ‘freshen up’ she wanted to look beautiful for him.

Perhaps she should not have made that call, for it would have saved many peoples life.


CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Luigi Mancini stormed out of the Palermo Couture like he was demented. His face was flushed and squeezed in horror as he trudges through the offices, causing his chirping staffs to hush up abruptly. On his right hand he held tightly a brown envelope, and screamed in his native Italian, demanding for the person who brought the UPS labeled parcel he was holding. His personal assistant watched with equal horror as his boss continued to scream at the car park, hitting the door of his new Ferrari with his foot. His action was beginning to attract some attention from on lookers who are also beginning to recognize him as the famous, London based fashion designer. Without looking at the gathering onlookers, he got into his car and screeched off loudly causing more stares.

The parcel Luigi received was sent from Sicily where he grew up and learnt the fashion trade. Initially he had been excited about the parcel: probably one of his childhood friends who want to congratulate him on the success of his spring collection fashion show, or encourage him on the autumn season collection he was working hard on with his staffs. Finally they are giving him the recognition he deserves. He had been an ordinary junior designer with lots of talent but, working for a not very reputable couture house in Milan. He was sacked by the chief designer for being too independent, and for daring to say his opinions on the ‘cheap and unfashionable’ materials they were experimenting with. Going without any steady job for months and with determination to start his own couture even without any money, he had done various odd jobs to put together the sketches that earned him the respect of the business men that finally decided to partner with him. People have seen his talent easily and he had started building a clientele of very rich and powerful women, mostly wives of politicians.

Last fall he had commissioned a department that would be working on his label accessories, and already his perfume and aftershave have debuted in highbrow locations, waiting to be distributed into retail shops. What actually made him blissful is the fact that he is already doing better than the top couture houses he would not have been allowed to enter back then in Milan. Though till now he had not been fully ‘accepted’ into their circle, he is working very hard to make his brand a house hold name across the world, the way it is in the UK and America. His lingerie lines are also fast selling in France, and the scarf sample in the market is generating lot of attention, he was on top. The Americans who invested in his brand are always willing to put the finances down, just as he was willing to kill himself to achieve more success. Everything had been going on well until few minutes back.

The brown envelope in his hand contains pictures of himself and two prostitutes he had hired sniffing cocaine lined neatly on a glass table with a straw, in his spatial bedroom. The event had been the culmination of the excitements after one of his shows, the particular one he could not recollect. He felt like strangling himself, eight years of hard work could go down the holes, because of some few minutes of indulgence. His investors would never touch him again; most of them would be protecting their business and political image. As for his clientele he would simply become a forgotten fad, the Downing Street, Wall street and Washington people are that careful.

Driving without caring for his destinations Luigi thought about the Mafia he left back in Sicily and shivered. What do they want with him now? They had demanded five million dollars from him to buy the negative of the picture they sent to him, with the ultimatum of paying up before his fashion show. He was sure not a single person would attend his show if the naked picture of him and the girls sniffing cocaine leaks out, the press would have a filled day and his label will simply go kaput. He would be back at the beginning and God help him if he would find financiers again. He would be a failure like his father.

His money is all tied up in stocks and other investments, beside he is not worth five million dollars presently, not with the way he had been spending money. He has really counted on the next show to recuperate and even pay some of his debts. Do they think because he bought houses and cars and threw parties now and then makes him very rich, it was all a façade to keep an image with the high society and increase his clientele. Raising five million dollars in five days how ever could be a little tricky, but he could call some of his friend to put the money together for him. The first person that came to his mind was Mrs. Maureen Dickson the former American ambassador’s wife who have always supported him. She had organized the business men who invested in the business and had also invested her money too to start off his label, she had even invited him to open two retail outlets in Nigeria her home country. He would not want to disappoint her, but presently he needed urgent money which he was sure she could provide. With all the huge favours she had given to him, he was yet to pay her back any.

Now he would be not able to pay attention to some of the last minutes colours changes he had demanded for on some of the fabrics they are using for the show and other details like the cuts he would have love to pay attention to, his mind is muddled up. He knew the Mafia never bluff, they could ruin him if they have the slightest perception that he was not willing to pay up. He had been instructed to pay personally into a Swiss account, and collect the negative from the manager at the bank, such balls!

Earlier Mrs. Dickson had called him from Washington to inquire about the preparations for the show, she would be flying first to Nigeria and would arrive in London three days before the actual date. He decided he would wait for her to come back before asking her for the loan, he could as well start talking to his other friends immediately. He drove rapidly towards Hyde Park hoping to able to raise some money from one of his politician friend.

Obviously he would need to cancel the Stamford Bridge, Chelsea-Manchester united premiership match he had wanted to use to unwind.

There would be no rest until he comes to his sudden death. Luigi Mancini would be buried the next six days.

3 in 1 update, nice one

Hafees, this 3 in 1 update make sense die.. I troway cap 4 u.

not bad, nice update.... u can do more than dz, I knw u can.....

Brother ow va nw, no let this writeup die just like that ke.

Thanks everyone. what do you think about the storyline? Been a bit busy but typing the next update. Promise you it will be worthwhile.
Keep the comments coming. Omnigado!

hafees:
Thanks everyone. what do you think about the storyline?
Been a bit busy but typing the next update. Promise you it will be worthwhile.

Keep the comments coming. Omnigado!

D story line is amazing. The adjectives used to describe r wowing(does that word wowing even exist lol). Sometimes it could b a bit scary though but I love d way d author ends every capital, u know things like...but blabla shouldn't have done that, she'd have saved many lives etc. It makes it more mysterious nd cool. You just want to have more of it

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The duo sat in the darkness of the car not talking as they sped through the not well lighted roads, only listening to the silence in between them. Now and then when an approaching vehicle lights the inside of the car, they look at themselves briefly and return to their private worlds. Since the she had ridden him all morning and threatened to tell her parents, Akin had seized to be comfortable with her. In the darkness sometimes he feels like her eyes were glowing, but quickly he attacked the fear with his theory of hallucination. He concentrated on his driving and hope they go through the abortion as quickly as possible. He promised himself not to have anything to do with her again.

Akin had waited for her at the back of the school where she had jumped down from the fence and practically dived into his car as they screeched off. She was late for fifteen minutes, which caused him to sweat profusely and set his heart beat hammering, he was very relieved when she emerged at the top of the fence. They were billed to arrive at Emeka’s house at 8 o’clock where they would then leave together for the hospital. The idea is to put her under observation throughout the night so as to be sure there was no side effect to the abortion. Cases of hemorrhage leading to death after abortions are very common, especially with unqualified doctors opening up clinics every where around Lagos, and performing dangerous D and Cs, even with the authorities stringent scrutiny.


Throughout the drive he feels her eyes boring into him in the darkness. Does she know he had met with Lola? Quickly he chided himself, of course she posses no supernatural powers either to know his thoughts or deeds when they are not together. He must be under too much stress to be thinking like a native. The sudden appearance of Lola back in the picture has really destabilized him, whatever was he going to do with Mary now. He knew he would have probably divorce Mary immediately, if Lola should appear a minute after their wedding, he is that madly in love with her. Her telephone call and their subsequent meeting was still like a dream to him, he had been extremely worried when she was crying on the phone. Finally their meeting had been like a scene out of a love movie: sobbing and quavering with emotion, she asked him to forgive her for fighting their love and hurting him, and asked him if he still wants her with all the dignity in her, that is if he is not married or engaged. Without thinking Akin had blurted out that he was neither married nor engaged, and with a kiss he had taken her into his life. He would need to find a way to displace Mary, though he wished he had not committed himself. The preacher’s daughter had allowed him sleep with her because she was convinced their relationship is solid and would lead to marriage, he had thought so too. He had wrapped up that day with Lola sitting across him in a restaurant where they talk about their love and relive moments in the past, most of them funny. Lola had laughed at his jokes, spoken quietly, batting her eyelids as she watch him closely like he would just vanish like a mirage. They had held hands tightly and kissed afterwards. It was magical night and he could not wait to tell Emeka about it.

Sabrina sat in the darkness of the fast moving car looking intently at Akin beside her as he continued to drive without saying a word, he seemed to be occupied in a deep thought. Watching his countenance, sometimes he frowns and the next minute there would be a happy split smile on his lips. What exactly is he thinking about? She has this uneasy feeling that his mind was no longer with her and immediately the urge to know what is going on in his mind engulfed her.

She shut her eyes tightly and focused on his heart, strangely the grey scale vision came to her: Akin was in a restaurant with a sophisticated looking woman dressed in a blue pin stripe pant suit. She was holding at his hand tightly, and looking at him like she worships him. At first she could not hear what they were saying, then like the visuals it began to come clearly too. The woman was apologizing to Akin and professing her love for him, with him looking too stunned to give an immediate response. The woman’s very beautiful face was welling with tears, as Akin embraced her and whisper kind words into her ears. In between Sabrina’s vision came the picture juxtaposing visual of another young girl, this time on Akins bed, sobbing gently, while Akin tries to pet her. The visuals suddenly fused when Akin was kissing the woman and making love to the young girl, Sabrina became livid instantly

‘Who is Lola?’ she suddenly turned to him in the darkness, her angry eyes flashing.
‘Lola?’ he was instantly jolted and he swerved off the road suddenly, but in time to avoid hitting one of the road signs. ‘I don’t know any Lola’ he said after a while , his voice quivering
‘Akin don’t lie to me’ she warned angrily. That was the first time she would address him by his first name. ‘Who is Mary?’
‘How…do you know… about these people’ he stuttered
‘Just answer my questions!’ her scream was so sudden that Akin swerved off the road again, the car almost colluded with an electric pole this time. Akin parked carefully, looking bewildered.
‘Akin I’m warning you, for the last time’ her voice had gone back to the lilt thickness that disturbs him. The hairs on the nape of her neck stood up in her anger, she felt like hurting him and all the women that are trying to take him from her. Akin folded himself in a protective coil position on the driver seat barely able to raise his eyes to meet hers, he was afraid for his life. Without knowing his weight shifted the door opened a little, he did not also notice his mobile phone dropped on the sandy road side. He was now very convinced that she posses some supernatural powers, how else can she know about Lola and Mary? Is she going to hurt him now? For sometime there was quiet again.

Not long Sabrina broke into tiny sobs, she had not meant to frighten him. He looked so small and vulnerable from his coiled protective position and she felt pity for him. The love of her life, she smiled bitterly, nobody would be allowed to take him from her. She was also frightened, she does not understand herself anymore or the things happening to her. Quickly she tried to calm herself, if she continues to be angry with him she could hurt him.

‘Akin?’ She called out in her normal girlish voice, touching him gently
‘Yes…yes…’ he answered his voice trembling, still not able to look up at her. Her hands felt heavy and strange on him, she was going to kill him?
‘Look at me’ Sabrina commanded. Slowly Akin raised his head up, his eyes full of horror.
‘I’m sorry; I don’t mean to shout at you, I was just angry’
‘Its okay’ he managed to reply her. It was his highest moment of relieve in his entire life.
‘That’s alright then. Let’s go, Emeka must be waiting for us’

A cold fear ran down his spine, causing him to shiver suddenly. How did she know the doctor they are going to see his Emeka? He never told her anything, not even their destination. The only information she has is they would be going for the abortion. He sighed loudly, probably it was time to pay for hurting all those women and taking advantage of them. But why now? When he just started turning a new leaf. Resignedly he turned the ignition and they continued their journey.

It would be a disastrous night for their host.


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Emeka sat in his sitting room, pouting and glancing at both his mobile phone and wristwatch intermittently. Akin and his ‘little girlfriend’ are already an hour late, he hissed loudly, the phone had also been ringing without anyone picking it, and perhaps the idiot forgot it at home. He could not understand how Akin could be that incorrigible, he never takes anything serious, not even an issue as serious as getting him off the hook of being fired for getting his student pregnant and spending a long time in jail. Already Emeka is running late for his night duty, the doctor who did the afternoon shift must be infuriated by now. No doctor is allowed to leave the hospital until the one taking the shift from him is around. He resolved to give Akin ten more minutes before leaving for the hospital. Outside a small drizzle of rain stated.

A minute later the door bell rang, furiously he stormed to the door and yanked it open. It was Clara, with a mini traveling bag. He was ready to tear Akin to pieces.
‘Hey what’s wrong with you, you look like you are ready to kill somebody’ she kissed and tapped at his nose. She threw her car keys on the dinning table.
‘I was not expecting you’ she was to come in two days time to spend her annual leave with him.
‘Who are you expecting…oh are you saying I go back with my wet clothes?’
‘Look Clara don’t let us get into an argument, I was waiting for Akin’
‘Akin? For what? So I can’t come here any time I want because you are waiting for Akin. What exactly are you planning with him?’
He was not going to tell her they had arranged to have an abortion in his hospital. Clara eyes bore into him, daring him to lie.
‘What are you planning with Akin? Another woman hunting trip?
‘Don’t be ridiculous Clara, now won’t you get your bag inside’
‘Oh I have that right?’ She said sarcastically.
He smiled instead and kissed her on the lips, she pushed him back gently.

‘Now be a good wife and let’s take your bag inside’
‘I’m not your wife’
‘You’ll become my wife next month’ he laughed trying to douse the tension
With a hidden smile she gave him a bad look and took the bag inside. Again Emeka tried reaching Akin through his mobile phone but it only kept ringing. He was more anxious this time to get Akin because he would not want Clara to meet with him and his ‘student mistress’.
Clara came out of the inner rooms, already changed to T-shirt and short, her make up has also been wiped off. She looked homely.
‘I’m sure you’ve not had dinner because you are waiting for your friend’
‘Aren’t you finished with scolding me?’
‘I’m not scolding you sweet heart, give me some five minutes to put together something you can eat at work’
‘That’s a good wife’ he crossed the room to kiss her.
‘I’m not your wife’ she responded dovetailing her fingers behind his neck as they kissed teasingly and slowly. Their chests were crushed together in a tight embrace, and they could feel each others heart beat.
‘That’s a good fiancé’ he replied after sometime moving his hands down slowly her body, then cupping her buttocks.
‘Access denied’ she slapped his hands off gently and drew back.
‘9:27, gosh! I won’t take long. Emeka pulled her back and they went into another kissing session until she pushed him back gently.

Clara exited into the kitchen just as the door bell rang. Emeka rushed to open, behind it stood Akin and Sabrina, a little drenched from the rain outside.
‘What in hell’s name do you think you are doing, coming more than an hour behind time’ Emeka whispered angrily, not daring to raise his voice for fear of Clara listening in. He gave Sabrina a side look and said a curt, inaudible ‘how are you’
‘I’m sorry… we ran into….’ Emeka waved him off before he could stutter through.
‘Save me the story for later, are we ready?’ he inclined his head at Sabrina
‘Yes…’ In spite of the rain and the cold weather Akin was sweating profusely. Emeka gave him a sorry look. From the kitchen Clara asked if there is anybody with and he answered in the negative.
‘Wait for me in you car, I’ll come out in five minutes’ he said hurriedly, pushing out Akin and opening the door wide for Sabrina to also pass through. There was no need for Clara to see him now, she would only raise more questions. Immediately he shut the door something strange took over him.

His muscles seem to be twitching, and his brain saturated with blood, surprisingly he became more energetic. The sitting room at once became very dark in his vision, but he could still see and event through the walls demarcating the other rooms. His vision piercing through the wall he saw Clara in the kitchen slicing tomatoes with a knife, like a programmed robot his brain identified her as an enemy. He was possessed. Cautiously and brewing with energy he approached her. The soft rug on the floor of the house muted the sound his feet could have made, so that Clara did not hear him come in until it was too late.

It was the shinning fang protruding from his mouth and the deadly look in his eyes that caught her attention first. Crazy with fear she screamed, unconsciously raising the knife protectively. He advanced towards, breathing heavily as she screamed his name and asked for help. Suddenly he lunged forward and grabbed at her hands, twisting them until they snapped and dropped the knife. He gripped her neck attempting to wretch it off, while her feet dangle and twists involuntarily. With the last ounce of energy in her she stretched her shuddering hands to lift the fry pan heating on the stove. While Emeka was still engulfed in chocking her to death, she grabbed the fry pan with the hot oil content and slammed it on his head. For an instant Emeka stood blinded and wriggling in pain, the hot oil making hissing noises as it fries parts of his head, the skins peeling off immediately. Weakened with being cut off from receiving oxygen from the long chock, Clara crawled to the sitting room, spurting blood from her mouth as she tried harder to scream for help. Several times she collapsed and stood up again trying to make it to the front door, and escape into the street. The rain outside had increased tremendously, it must have probably hushed her screams.

Emeka mad with fury from the pain embarked on scattering the kitchen, ripping the taps and breaking all the plates as he swooped them off the cabinets. He was searching for the knife Clara was using earlier, finally he found it under the refrigerator which now stood at an impossible angle. Ferociously he grabbed the knife and dash towards the sitting room, where Clara laid whimpering and fighting with the door knob. Without thinking, he cruelly jerked her up and drove the knife straight into her heart with a forced velocity, shutting out her scream. She died instantly.

Dizzy with the overflow of energy and adrenalin, Emeka collapsed on the chair and fainted. Slowly he regained his normal breathing rhythm and his body systems quickly stabilized. With great effort and a dull headache he opened his eyes to the stream of blood flowing under his feet. Tracing the source with his eyes he saw Clara’s lifeless bleeding body in a twisted position. He screamed in panic and jumped from the chair, at that moment Akin and Sabrina rushed in panting. Seeing Clara’s body the duo joined the screaming, turning the quiet, rainy night into chaos.

Jesus wept! Hafees, this is really turning out to be "pure horror" mehnnnn! Falz Karishika song comes to mind "Oluwa abeg make u shine your light make I no go jam the ones wey dey fly for night"! Abeg ooh, God protect us from this "Karishika" dem.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The creature could feel it more strongly now as it inner organs convulse in spasms, the ‘helpers’ and the generalissimo’s are around. Its mandate would soon be over, it was both excited and relieved. The last one thousand years had been hectic and more demanding, but it has done its assignment well. It would be rewarded. It would be celebrated. The greatest honour is being the fore bearer of the greatest revolution. The revolution against man,and their creator.

With Clara’s death it experienced some kind of exhilarating fulfillment. That would teach them not to tamper with the pregnancy again. It had orchestrated the process of possessing Emeka and finally his stabbing of Clara to death, which should engage them for some time, it was an essential decoy. It was ready to inflict more stringent punishment if they persisted. Nobody would be allowed to kill any of their foot soldiers, especially not their first foot soldier.

The creature had also orchestrated the disagreement between Akin and Sabrina inside the car. Presently Sabrina is refusing to have the abortion, while Akin was trying to coerce her. He could get hurt. It was just being patient with him because he was supposed to be part of the cause. At a time, Sabrina jumped out of the car trying to escape while Akin chased after her in the heavy rain. They ran for almost five minutes before he caught up with her and dragged her back to the car. Subsequently he had to drag her to Emeka’s apartment to hurry him up, without letting her escape again. Then they had seen Clara’s body and screamed. It was a great moment for the creature.

Akin though very afraid of Sabrina knew what he had to do, especially when she was not giving off any of her mystical tendencies. Sometimes
The night is still young, and the events are still many. It would be a night to be remembered for long by many people. With instincts the creature knew the night, is the turning point for the revolution that was to come. There was no reversing it, it has been initialized, it would only need monitoring and re-evaluation.

The feeling of the presence of the ‘helpers’ deepened sharply, then it saw them descending from the dark sky climbing down with ropes in a spider like form silhouetted against the moon. They are a mixed of all human races, and animals of all breeds. They have human heads, scaly greenish reptilian body, with strong biceps and torso. Their legs were hinged with body adapted for swimming and flying. Dressed in crispy black leather like material never seen by any human, their strong tails, the size of an alligator’s stretched out side. Their tongues were wide and big, the size of a human palm and Y shaped, while the jaws look strong and collapsible with glinting fangs. Each of them is twice the size and weight of the biggest human, and they posses the powers of twenty men. Their flaming hooded red eyes have binocular and x-ray visions, and they look extremely unkind. The war had started.

The helpers would spread to all part of the world, they would be enforcers, they would be warriors and most importantly they would be the special intelligence and executing team. Erring humans would be punished, and the punishments would be massive. There would be no escape. As they climbed down in here, they are climbing down in other parts of Africa and indeed the rest of the world.

Each of the ‘helpers’ posses a whip like coiled object made of glinting metallic blades, that can kill with a single blow. With their special skills they can also outrun any human or machine, and mimic every human activities no matter the technology it demands. More importantly, they can read the thoughts of every human, and immediately know the past and the future. Invariably, they would be working in a team of six, with six units in a locale, and six locales forming a state with ‘head camp’ where the numbers would be given and administration taken of. There would be hunger, thirst, weeping, sweat and blood, it would be the reverse of Eden. It is all a matter of time now. That is if the holy one is identified and destroyed before it was borne. That is why the number one job of the Helpers would be to find the mother and kill her before time.

The ‘helpers’ filed into teams of six and started a long match towards their destinations. No one would see them, not even the most spiritual of human. They are simply physically non existent.



CHAPTER NINETEEN

The trio continued to scream until Sabrina suddenly collapse and fainted. The room was also instantly enveloped with the acrimonious feelings of death. Emeka raced to where Clara’s body laid hoping to revive her, but she was dead. She died even before she hit the floor. Crying loudly he held her lifeless body and shook vigorously, not comprehending what happened, though strongly he knew he had killed her. The other side of the room Akin cradled Sabrina’s motionless body in his arm. She was breathing softly but unevenly, her eyes were closed and she looked very exhausted. Carefully Akin carried her to the settee away from Emeka, who knelt on the blood soaked white rug. Like Emeka, he was still mystified with seeing Clara dead. His eyes were filled with horror.

‘What Happened?’ Akin whispered, still standing far away from his friend, his body was vibrating.
‘I don’t know…I think I killed her’ Emeka stammered.
‘You think you killed her, what are you saying Emeka?’
‘I don’t know, I found her dead…I was…’
‘Damn it Emeka… look at your clothes, look at your face…’ Akin stepped backward in fear, realizing for the first time that his friend could be capable of killing another human being. His clothes and hands were all stained with blood and his face look melted from the forehead downward. He could feel the pain but he ignored it.
‘She wanted to kill me’ Emeka stated, he was now recollecting some part of the incident. They were coming in blurring flashes of film layers that suddenly made him feel light headed and cold.
‘She wanted to kill you? Emeka this is all too much…its Clara we are talking about’
‘I swear she wanted to stab me with the knife!’
Akin looked sideways at Sabrina on the settees, she was still unconscious but breathing. Within him he was debating whether to bolt and call the police to save his life in case Emeka had suddenly gone berserk, or to stay and hear him out, and probably help him. The idea of the pregnancy termination was no issue right now. There is a dead body on the floor, plus a river of blood flowing. Akin watched his friend closely for any sign that could be a prelude to also wanting to kill him, finally he decided he was sane and not dangerous.
‘Did the girl see her?’ Emeka inclined his head at Sabrina on the settee, with a glance at Clara’s body.
‘Of course, that was why she fainted’
‘Can she be trusted?’
‘Trusted? I don’t get you’
‘I mean can she keep her mouth shot… she could tell somebody’
‘Well she’s very young… what do expect I don’t even want to talk to her about this’
‘What are we going to do about her then?’
‘I think you should worry about this first’ he pointed to the floor.
‘Aren’t you going to help me’ Emeka said not believing what he just heard from his friend.
‘How I’m I suppose to help here… I don’t even know how this happened’
For a while there was quiet. Emeka sat on the floor very confused, holding his head in disbelief. It all looked like he was watching somebody else being bamboozled by the trickiness and unexplainable nature of the event. Furiously his heart was pumping blood and his body system giving off latent heat, he was very scared. He could neither think straight nor steady his trembling body.

In his corner, Akin thought analytically about the problem on their hands, without being told he knew it could be linked to the strangeness in Sabrina. Now he was more afraid of the abortion than ever, but it has to be done. It will settle virtually everything for him and allow him concentrate on his new relationship with Lola. Still Sabrina’s strangeness worries him, especially how she knew about his other relationships. Now since the abortion has to be done and by none other person than Emeka, there is a need to help remove the immediate problem (Clara) so that they can concentrate on the other (Sabrina). More than ever he was more desperate to have the abortion done especially when he had decided with Lola to announce their engagement the following month on her birthday. Because he was desperate, he decided to believe Clara’s death was a coincidence. Glancing at his confused friend on the floor he also decided to be resolute.

‘So… Emeka what next… we can’t just sit here and languish in self pity’ he said calmly
‘What do I do? It’s better to call the police’
‘Are you crazy?’ For the first time since the event occurred, Akin became angry. Now if the idiot talks to the police, he can kiss Lola, Mary and his job Goodbye, and spend sometime in prison too, courtesy Sabrina’s father. He laughed ruefully, he could even be charged with accessory to murder, the truth is somebody needs to be in charge of the whole event or they could end up in more trouble.
‘Call the Police…I assure you, you will be hanged next week’ he said coldly, making Emeka’s eyes glow in fresh horror.
‘What do we do then?’
‘Look there is nothing like a ‘we’ thing here, I didn’t kill her’
‘Akin!’
‘Listen…I just want to help okay. We have to get the body out of here and deposit it somewhere. Are you with me?’ Emeka nodded starry eye. A plan was already forming in Akin’s mind, he was determined to survive the event at any cost.
‘She came in her car right?’ for an instance Emeka was dumbfounded, then he understood, giving Akin some kind of look. He had never witnessed Akin so cold-blooded and calculative.
‘Look the idea is we dump her and the car on the roadside, empty her bag and make it look like a robbery. That way it can’t be traced back to you, we also have to remove all of these.’ He pointed to the blood clotting on the rug and the ones smeared on the walls. Emeka nodded not trusting himself to say anything.
‘Now…it would be nice if you can just drop her down’ Akin growled, Emeka was still has Clara’s body on him. Clumsily he slipped her body down to the floor, and laid her head gently in a twisted position. Except for the bloods Clara looked like she was sleeping.
‘Lets clean up the whole of this place and we can take her out later. Call the hospital and tell them you have a domestic accident, and let’s do something about your head for God sake’

Few minutes later they set to work in the odd quietness of the apartment. Sabrina lay on the settees till unconscious. It was 10.27 pm

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Elsewhere in Victoria Island, Lola lay on her bed frowning at her mobile phone. The last one hour she had been trying Akin’s number, it had only been ringing without him picking it. She felt very frustrated, how she had missed him. She wanted to hear his voice and have him reassure her every second that he also loves her. She was giddy with excitement at the prospect of announcing their engagement on her birthday. Never in her life had she felt so crazy and reckless, she seemed to have no self-control again. Her boss had complained how her interest in the job had declined and how absent-minded she had become, though he also complimented that she was glowing everyday. For everybody that cared to listen, she had told them she is in love

Easily she could have been married to one of the numerous rich young men who desired her, even the first son of the Vice President, but she preferred to be married to a man she truly loves. Akin actually is not from her kind of wealthy background, especially now that he is only a teacher in a high school compared to her, a high power banking executive, but she loves him and would marry him. It was all that complex and simple. She rolled on the bed, playing up his image inside her head, and smiling.

Since the day they got back together, they have been seeing each other every day. Today she needed to stay back late at the office because of a meeting, so their date was canceled, but now she is missing like he was ever coming back. She had tried to assuage her emotional turmoil by talking to him on the phone, but he did not pick up. She wondered where he was, what he was doing, and who he is with. Probably he was tired and asleep, or he just dumped his phone where he could not hear it ringing. Whatever she was missing him, and would not be able to sleep without talking to him or seeing him. She wanted to be kissed and cuddled by him. She needed to kill that ache in her.

At last overwhelmed with the desire to be touched by him, she decided she would go to see him at home, in spite of the fact that it is more than a thirty minutes drive from Victoria Island to Badagry. Already she has a duplicate key to his apartment, she would sleep over and leave for work the following morning. She got up from the bed and changed into a jeans and T-shirt, then packed a small bag. Without looking at the time she picked up her car keys, and walk briskly into the rainy night.

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Just can say more than the fact that this story is told in a refreshing manner. Your plot and setting is incredible and can't wait to read the remaining part.

Quite flawless in terms of narration but your prologue really had some poor sentence construction. But you are doing great.

Having read through the recent updates, I must confess that your plot is quite good.

Unfortunately too many grammatical errors prove to be the most noticeable problem. Do well to revise and make necessary corrections. A careful look at the form and arrangement of events will confirm this piece as a thriller.

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CHAPTER TWENTY
Sabrina opened her eyes slowly, looking up at the ceiling of a strange apartment. For some seconds she tried to recollect where she was, and the incident that brought her there. Quickly her memory came flooding with Akin chasing her in the rain, then seeing the bloodied body of a woman on the floor as they entered the apartment. Then she remembered the whole apartment whirling and seemingly turning up side down and of course her blackening out. From her position she could only see the settee at the other end and the center table that has the smiling picture of the dead woman, and the screaming man. The screaming man was supposed to be the doctor, so how did he end up with a dead woman. A chilling feeling instantly spread through her, she was suddenly frightened.

She immediately shut her eyes when Akin came into view with a mop and bucket, the mop was stained blood. With a slit eye she watched him as he stood over worriedly, then telling his friend that she was yet to come around. She decided to pretend to be still unconscious, while they go about their activities. Now and then she heard them talk in hushed voices with Akin giving the instructions. Finally she heard Akin instruct the man to bring a car into the compound and close to the house. The duplex apartment is the only building inside the compound, except for a small store constructed close to the gate. Few minutes later the man re-emerged into her view, he looked shaken and talked incoherently as they began to lift the woman’s body off the floor. She watched them as the duo slowly carried the woman outside and felt repulsive. Again she felt like fainting.
Not long they came back to take care of the floor, and went back into one of the rooms to change into clean clothes. Akin was worried about leaving only her in the apartment, but the man suggested they locked her in, especially as she was unconscious. It was 10.45


Ten minutes later, when she heard two cars starting up in the compound and driving off, Sabrina quickly jumped up. Not sure of what she wanted to do but certain she does not want to be found upon their coming back, she set out to find a way get outside. She was convinced and scared that they would kill her too, just to keep everything secret, especially with the way Akin has been acting. She went into all the rooms trying to find an escape route, but the whole house was fitted with burglary proof metals, plus a heavy metal front door which was also locked from behind. After a while she got tired of trying to escape, she had even tried using a knife to remove the screws on the door knob. She sat in the middle of the room very exhausted, hoping she could just walk through the door to the outside and run for her life. It was her wish, and it was going to happen.

Like in a trance she stood up from her sitting position and walk zombie like towards the front door. She felt weightless, almost invisible and full of energy. Slowly she walked through the door, like slicing her body through it and emerged outside in the drizzling rain. She walked even more slowly toward the gate, breathing heavily. Again she sliced herself through and emerged on the dimly lit street. The street was almost empty at that time of the night especially because of the rain, the manner she emerged from the gate and the accompany lightening at that moment caused the next door neighbour coming out of her compound to faint with her umbrella rolling into the gutters. She never recovered from the shock. Sabrina proceeded towards the major road where she can get transportation back to school.

Before she sneaked out of the hostel that night to meet with Akin, she had sat with her friend Chiamaka to review the happenings of the last few days. Chiamaka had advised her to do the abortion and protect herself in future. Sabrina had even revealed her intention of marrying Akin with or without her parents permission immediately they are out of school the following year. Chiamaka had laughed and asked if she was sane, though she advised getting pregnant at that time would be right and will definitely coerce her parents into allowing her to marry, of course with the promise of finishing her education. Chiamaka had followed her as far as the toilet window where she would jump out and dashed towards the school fence.

Sitting at the back seat of a taxi that had reluctantly agreed to take her to Saint Catherine with excessive charges because of the time, she felt relieve for the first time that night. The taxi man had charged five times the usual fare but she had paid, she had enough money on her. On the man’s face she had seen the usual irritated look of having to attend to spoilt little girls like her. Easily she could read his mind: spoilt little rich girl from spoilt all rich Saint Catherine had gone to see her Juvenile boy friend to do the unthinkable and trying to get back into school at all cost. Stupidly rich parents are too busy to take care of her, and have shipped her to all rich boarding school to get rid of her. Spoilt little girl had picked attitudes from bad influences and now loves sneaking out of school for sex or drugs. She was suddenly angry, who is he to judge her, like always she had the innate urge to punish him. He would get punished once they get to their destination.

Inside her head a name kept ticking and it brought the visuals of Akin with the two women into the fore again, she felt her blood hot up. Her feelings to hurt the two women seem to be intensifying. As the taxi sped closer towards Badagry, she could feel their presence more. Something else seemed to be worrying her, a kind of disastrous premonition that she continually failed to see the vision at all. It was all pitch dark, very difficult to see any movement, but she was sure it was something exceedingly evil. It was cries of agony and the resultant chaos in the vision that got to her. She began sweating seriously in spite of the coldness of the night, her muscles twitching and throbbing. All of a sudden she yelled at the driver to stop, causing him to slam on the break, screeching the car’s tires loudly in the quiet night. Sabrina jumped out without looking back, running into the rainy dark night.

The taxi driver would spend two years in the hospital because of a spinal cord injury he had later that night. His taxi crashed into one of the immobile petrol tanker trucks parked on the side of the road. He was lucky she was later penitent, there would have been an explosion and he would have been roasted to dead.


CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Lola was already dozing off when she heard a sudden strident collision noise outside the apartment, sleep immediately vanished from her eyes. She got out of the bedroom to check the front door, she wanted to be sure she locked it. Checking her wristwatch it was almost midnight, it signified that she had been waiting for Akin inside the apartment for more than an hour, she sighed. Now she was sure she had made a hasty decision, he probably will not be coming back that night. She went back into the bedroom and prepared to sleep. Earlier she had also locked the windows and dropped the curtains, she wanted to have a feeling of security because of the unexplainable weird feelings in her. Actually she hated being alone in a strange environment, it makes her feel very uneasy. Outside in the quiet dark night, an owl made an unholy hooting noise and flew into the dark night.

Once again she dialed Akin’s number, but like always it only rang without him picking it up. She began to worry because it was very unusual for him not to pick his calls, she prayed he should not be in any form of danger. By the seconds she was becoming increasingly frightened, so she called her father to get some company. Her voice was also beginning to quiver, and she was incoherent. The evilness of that night was looming and she was feeling it, even without knowing exactly what it was.

‘What do you want this time of the night? Now it’s a sin to have a daughter’ her father complained still groggy from sleep.
‘Daddy I’m scared…’
‘Stop playing the small girl, where are you?’
‘Akin’s house’
‘Your teacher boyfriend?’ he asked. In other circumstances she would have argued about tagging him her teacher boyfriend especially because he did not approve of him. Three days back when she had introduced Akin to him as her fiancé, he had looked at her like she was insane.
‘Is he acting funny or what, I’ve always thought that boy is no good….’
‘Dad he is not at home’
‘Then what are you doing there’ he was irritated
‘Send a driver to come and get me’
‘Just give me the address…what is wrong with…’

Suddenly Lola heard a shattering noise from inside the house, one of the windows panes in the other room had been broken, very frightened she dropped her mobile phone. From outside a furious wind stated, making rattling noises with the rain starting torrentially once more. She sat cowed and immobile on the bed, her body hot and convulsing. The whole house seemed to be control by some evil force: the walls were converging and diverging with strong vibrations. From the wall opposite her an image began to slowly penetrate the room in smoke like features. Head first, then the other parts of the body emerged, she appeared angry and deadly. It was the image of a very young girl, with piercing evil eyes. Lola screamed in panic but it was all swallowed up in the loud wheezing noise of the wind. Terror enveloped her, and she screamed more. She knew she was about to die.

Desperately she dashed from the bedroom and ran out through the door to the sitting room, stumbling on the settees but she found the girl already there. She ran back into the kitchen closing the door behind her immediately she got inside, but the girl was also there before her. Without thinking twice, she rushed out again to the sitting room hoping to make it to the front door to either escape into the night or get help from the neighbours. The girl was at the door just before her again, making her retrace her steps as they face each other with little distance. She was suddenly exhausted. Her killer with an air of arrogance gave a sardonic smile, showing off her polished shining fangs. For some time they starred at each other.

‘Why do enjoy hurting me?’ the girl said in a thickened resonating voice after some time, her eyes hateful. Lola was so excessively stunned she could only gasp, her eyes were widening in terror.
‘Why do you enjoy hurting me? The girl reiterated, her angry looking mouth dripping with saliva. Her fists were clamped, ready to attack. Suddenly she lashed out a hand at Lola, slapping her and whipping her face with curvy long sets of fingernails. Instantly blood trickled out from the bruised skins of her face, with five stripping marks showing where the fingernails had scraped her. She fell on the floor and made no attempt to pick herself up, she was too frightened and tired to fight again. She lay on the floor whimpering, and hoping the evil girl would have mercy on her. She could not even scream anymore resulting from several failed attempts, she felt like a weight had been tied to her tongue. She closed her eyes gently waiting for a coup de grace.

The girl walked slowly in her zombie like strides and stood over her, baring her fangs in anger. She grated her teeth and laughed with contempt.
‘Why do you like hurting me’ she bent forward and gripped Lola’s neck with vice like agility, strangling her and unhurriedly snuffing her precious life out of her. Lola’s legs jerked, her body trembling vigorously as she continued to loose oxygen and suffocate. She was dead in some few seconds. The only tell tales to the course of her death could have been the red marks on her neck and the nail stripes on her face, but they would disappear before morning. Nobody would ever find out how she died.

Throughout her ordeal, her father could only listen on the phone to her desperate screaming of help, and her final moment of gasp of breath. He was never the same again.



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Roberta Miguel reclined on the bed watching a Youngman wear his cloth with a contented smile playing on her lips, he had been a fantastic lover. They had met in Triangulo, the business district of Sao Paolo, he was one of the junior executives of the coffee company, her company had just taken over. She was relieved nothing bad had happened during and after their love making, she had been anxious. She can now certify that the voodoo she did in Nigeria is potent. If she had killed the Youngman or he had died some mysterious death immediately like some of her lovers, his body would have been easy to dispose of. They were in her country home in Minas Gerais, with no servants and the next neighbour very far away. Now she can consummate her relationship with the widower Brazilian interior minister Jose Calvarho. She would never see the young man again, the next day he would be transferred to one of the company’s plantation in Angola.

She planned to be married again in two months, and she suddenly felt very excited. Every body knew Jose would be running for the presidency in two years, she was glad she can help him achieve his dream, they would be the perfect couple: they would control politics and business. From the drawer next to her bed she brought out a fifty thousand real written cheque and extended it to the man.
‘omnigado’ she said turning her back on him.
‘No’ the young man said declining.
‘For your troubles’ she turned back to him with a smile, still holding it out to him.
‘Thank’ the young man said in Portuguese as he collected it.
‘I trust no one will hear about this’
‘No one’ he said as he she motioned him away.

Later she stretched lazily on the bed with a glass of wine, listening to the soft salsa music playing on the nearby stereo. But her trouble was not over.

Choi, hafees you would have left lola to live ooh.. She just died for nothing! This your story is beginning to gimme the creeps about women,will have to be extremely careful from now on. Keep it coming!

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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Two twin car headlamps lighted a dark alley somewhere in Anthony village in Maryland, Lagos . The first car a new model Honda accord parked before the entrance of the alley giving way for a Volkswagen golf to drive in and park some few meters from it. Emeka jumped out quickly from the second car, after he tipped Clara’s stiffening body over in the driver seat and emptied her bag. He ran back breathlessly towards the Honda. As he ran wobbly, his legs felt like they would collapse under him, and he has a chilling feeling somebody will shoot him in the head from behind like a target rabbit. Again he felt like he was watching somebody else going through his motions, he could not bring himself to believe he was dropping off his fiancé’s dead body in an isolated alley. Small droplets of urine raced down his thighs

Earlier while they were driving over from his house he had been so scared and very convinced the police will stop and arrest him, that initially he refused leaving the house for more than 30 minutes. He believed they already knew he killed her and was trying to drop off her body in her car, to make it look like an arm robbery incident. They had driven around for some time before finally finding the perfect place. The locations he and Akin had suggested were either too open or still crowded with night crawlers at the time. Finally around midnight they had spotted the alley where they finally left her body, spilling out a little from her car.

They had driven away from the scene for about five minutes when suddenly Emeka could not locate his national and hospital ID cards both clipped together in one holder. He froze and almost died of heart attack. Earlier he had kept the holder at the front pocket of his shirt, but he was unsure whether it was before or after he had attacked Caroline. Without being told, he knew if the cards were found anywhere near Carole’s body, then he could be in jail the next twenty years. This time he really wet his pants.

“I can’t find my ID card” he whispered to himself, fearing to utter loud enough for Akin to hear. The latter’s eyes were fixed on the road, with occasional lights by on coming vehicles’ head lamps showing the kind of deadly concentration on his face, especially his twitching mouth. Finally he decided to tell Akin and damn the consequences.

“I can’t find my ID card” he repeated, this time audibly enough for Akin to hear. For a moment he thought he had not been audible until Akin suddenly swerved off the road and the car skidded. He could hear his own screams, a jabbering of nonsense, as if miles away. He thought they were going to die and was frightened, though for a moment he even prayed for it so that the whole nightmare can be ended. Luckily the car came to a stop after the six spins, Akin ran out of the car like he was demented, screaming in a loud agonising voice and kicking the car. Emeka laid quiet breathing hard in his crumbled position inside, on his fore head blood trickled down from a wound. Quickly he shook off the dizzying feeling that was beginning to envelope him, and painfully crawled out of the somersaulted car. They were extremely lucky not to have been diced inside, the car’s roof was bent inward almost touching the floor in a grotesque state. For some time Emeka laid on the grass catching his breath while Akin watched him with disdain, he thought Emeka must be the most stupid human he has ever met.
‘What you laying there for breathing like a pregnant woman? If the authorities find your ID, it’s a death sentence…you fool’
‘For God sake I’m trying hard…I’m injured’
‘Oh shot up!’ Akin pulled him up roughly in exasperation, shoving him towards the road even as he staggers with dizziness. It took some time before they could trek back to the point they left Carol’s car, it was already 2 am.

Breathing heavily from exhaustion and fear they tiptoed warily towards Carol’s car, scanning the floor with each step they make. The flashlight they had with them was ruined in the car crash, so they had to really strain their eyes, especially as the street lighting facility of the neighborhood has been vandalised. They kept in the dark for sometime, their heart pounding as they continue searching for the ID, with Akin cursing silently every second. They were almost giving up their search when Emeka kicked at the plastic object very close to where Carol’s car was parked, in an over drive of joy he screamed. Suddenly two powerful beams of light put them in some sort of spotlight as some members of a local vigilante group started blowing whistles and ordering them to halt. The silent night was quickly shattered into a symphony of noises. Mesmerized with fear the duo started running away from the scene with listening to the warnings of the vigilante that they would be shot if they continue flee. Instantly gunshots ran out successively, as the groups also chase after them, blowing their whistles to attract neigbouring vigilante groups. A bullet caught Akin on his right leg as he sped away in the semi darkness, he fell down in a flash of pain but quickly picked himself up knowing the consequences of being caught could result in jungle justice.

For more than five minutes they continue running, their adrenalin pumping furiously, until they found a junkyard where they both simultaneously scrambled into an abandoned pickup truck. Akin felt the warmness of his blood as it streams down from the wound. Unable to talk, he pulled Emeka’s hand to touch the spot he was shot. Quietly Emeka tore his shirt at the helm with his quivering hand and use the piece to bind the bleeding leg to reduce the blood flowing out. In the darkness they could still hear the noises being made by the vigilantes in a small distance. They were either regrouping or trying to get support, either way they would also want to keep Akin and Emeka in their position till day light, especially as they don’t know whether they are carrying weapons or not. Akin knew he had to think, and fast too, Emeka apparently is just too overwhelmed by the whole situation to do anything logical. Just then he remembered a girl he dated around the same neighbourhood some three years back, they had broken up because of his many lies, and refusal to drop the million dollar ‘will you marry me?’ question. Right now he was not sure if she had been successful in conning a man into marrying her, silently he prayed against it.

If they could just make it to her apartment some few blocks away, maybe he would not bleed to death, and maybe they would escape the impending attacks from the vigilante group cum mob. The night was quiet except for the occasional noise coming from the distance, and the scuttling of some rodents inside some of the abandoned vehicles.

They proceed quietly in the dark night in pain to locate Doris’ apartment after Akin whispered into Emeka’s hear instructing him to follow him. They tiptoed with caution, not wanting to hit the many objects lying around with their foot and give their location away. Their hearts banged in fear and their bodies tremour in anticipation of the unknown.

It is a must Doris should still reside in the same address, or must not be married, anything short of that they could be dead meat.

They met Doris, but she was dead.







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‘Aren’t you glad you came’ Mrs. Madu said to her younger sister as they entered into the sitting room, they just emerge from the car that brought them from the Lagos airport, the last three days they have been in Owerri, a small city in the eastern part of the country.
‘It was so colourful, I wish I had brought my daughters, they would have learnt a lot’ Maureen Dickson replied. She was so excited, its been long she had seen so many old friends and family in one gathering, she felt like she had been throwing away the most interesting part of her life. At a point tears came to her eyes with the realization of how much she had missed her people and culture. She thought the next one year will be used to fight her nostalgic feelings, she had danced like she never did all her life. She had even seen Chibuzor, her first love, he was no longer handsome and he looked unsuccessful and worn out. They managed a few pleasantries and, there was obviously nothing to talk about, the gap was yawning. Nobody would believe he was the same dangerously handsome young man who had taken her virginity away. He had married one of the local girls, naturally, who gave him seven children, and a new wife some two months back. Silently she thanked God for not letting her got stuck with him in the village, she would have been the fat, morbid looking woman who sat beside Chibuzor throughout the celebration.
‘Your daughters are Americans, don’t disturb yourself’
‘Which means, they don’t have rights to be there’
‘Don’t be silly. All I’m saying is they would rather listen to rap music on MTV than watch some natives perform acrobatic dances’
‘Whatever’ Maureen snorted throwing herself lazily on the nearest settee in the expanse sitting room.
‘Your two days here in Lagos would be very busy and exciting, I’ve been making plans’
‘Great, because I have plans too.’ Maureen concurred
‘Then let merge our plans’ Maureen said compromisingly and the sisters busted into laughter.

Mrs. Madu who also flunked herself on the sofa next to her picked the remote control of their Sony 50 inches television, and switched on the giant electronics. She was just in time to catch the hourly news from a local television station; it was a live coverage of an ongoing fire disaster in St Catherines. The reporter almost crying reveal that over 600 girls were burnt to death in the fire incident, with many seriously injured. The background shows several body bags being transferred into ambulances and doctors attending to the seriously injured ones, as fire fighters were also assiduously working to quench the fires in some part of the school. The whole female hostel wing was burnt to rubbles; with several insert pictures of some of the victims’ charred bodies. Mrs. Madu screamed suddenly at the realization of what is happening at St Catherine and that her daughter’s life may be in danger or even amongst the body bags being lifted into the ambulances. Without waiting to hear the rest of the news she sprang up and practically dives for the keys of her Lincoln navigator lying on the center table. She was like a mad woman on rampage as she ran down the stairs screaming her only daughter’s name and her very astonished sister on her tail. They were set for St Catherine to witness the catastrophe.

Boss come update

wow as in wow..didn't go to church and read this novel from beginning to here,well not that i go to church but today it was worthwhile staying home and reading this.

bro,this is not nairaland material, it's a movie material,even if it'ss published as a novel,it can stil have a movie adaptation.

i like the way you blended all diverse cultures together and applied physicality to spirituality even spiced with some sci-fi shiii

after boko haram,you're the bomb..Don't judge the quality of your talent/this work by the response you recieve here,people read stories by the writer's popularity and referral..

once in a while,you go off the tenses but i think that's because you don't proof-read..

Bro am gonna follow u en dis trend bone bone

I can't believe am already a fan of urs.. Wow it fells like reading one of Dan Brown's book.. U kept m wanting more.. U'r an inspiration.. I gus ama av to stop procrastinating nd start writing my 1st book..

More ink ooo

Many thanks everyone, charlesbailey, lordprosh, thanks for kind words. Name sake AFZ you are recognized.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Sabrina arrived back at school with mixed feelings, she felt victorious and sad at the same time. She was victorious because one of her enemies is dead, and she is half way to having Akin all to herself. She was sad for two reasons: enemy number two could not be located and dealt with because she was under some impenetrable holy protection, again she knew St Catherine will soon be no more, and there would be lots of deaths, especially her friends. She would have loved to spare them, but their death is written and unavoidable. She was sorry they would all be consumed in the blazing fire.
In the darkness of the raining nights, she crawled back into the hostel through her usual un-burglarized window entrance, where she was met by Chiamaka, and two other girls waiting for her.
‘I knew you are going to come back’ Chiamaka said thrusting her chest forward all knowingly, and immediately helping her friend down from the window sill. For some seconds, Sabrina looked at the trio and felt pity for hem, especially Chiamaka-her best friend. The other two girls are just the school’s most notorious girls, who are actually Chiamaka’s friend. If the trio knew she just killed a woman and had failed in her attempt to kill another, they would have run for their life, breaking the world records in sprints.
‘Was the doctor able to do it?’ Chiamaka inquired, dragging her down the dormitory towards her bed, just as she continued firing her with numerous other questions.
‘Just allow her talk first, would you?’ one of the Bola girls interjected in irritation. They were dying to hear Sabrina out. Chiamaka had enlisted them for the purposes of finding quick solution to the problem incase Akin’s failed. With either locally prepared concoctions or other medications available in drug stores the girls should be able to put together a potent abortion compound. She was only supposed to sleep for some few hours after the administration of the drugs, for her to purge the developing fetus.

As they cross from the bathroom door to the veranda hosting the long queue of bathrooms, Sabrina began to panic, she could clearly see the helpers in some kind of reversed diffusion, appearing and solidifying on air, their heavily hooded eyes sparkling fires furiously. Their sharp and shining dentition sparkled in the moonlight; some of them also flickering their Y shaped, blood red tongues and clenching their fist. She perspires as she watched their biceps contract in rage, as they match towards them in some kind of slow motion. Suddenly she defecates in her panties in horror, and almost collapsed. Her friends not patent to the vision helped her up towards her bed. All of a sudden there were explosions in the corners of the long room with such violence that the roof was thrown up several meters in shatters. All the occupants of the room except Sabrina busted into flames with such harrowing intensity that it took only a mini seconds before they were all burnt to ashes. The impact of the explosion tremble the foundations of all the hostel and sent broken windows flying in all directions, one of them caught old Mrs. Jubril on the jugular vein and she was dead instantly. The Principal and her family lay submerged under rubbles of the collapsed apartment, while the non-teaching staff quarters look like no structure ever existed there, not even the corpse could be found. The fire began to rage furiously consuming everything on sight within St Catherine and leaping at the adjoining properties. There were howling of terror and pain, a blatant evilness took over the atmosphere. The small town went into pandemonium, with only few survivals recover from the school, most of them burnt beyond being useful again. The next thirty years, nothing would be constructed on the land St Catherine stood.

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Some men with inner visions sat in their various temples in each continent of the world; they could see the evilness taking over the planet. Many of them perspire in terror as they witness the carnage taking place in St Catherine. Like the seven wise men in history, they will also have search for the messiah who would save the world. Unfortunately the seven wise ones do not know one another, they would need to find themselves first before they can stop the gradual take over of the Dajal or anti Christ. The wise men consist of a Cardinal, an Islamic cleric, Buddha priest, an oracle shrine priest and other monks. But will these men of various believes come together, especially with perception of hatred and domination against one another by these groups. The peaceful existence of their generation is left in their hands, they can be parochial and let them be slave to the Dajal or make them free from the overwhelming evilness looming ahead.
The helpers are already on the planet, and it is time to start acting. Each of them will need to start a sojourn to pick out the others, but not before a high power meditation to consult with their makers and know what the next step is.
With concentrations that made them shudder, they all started seeing images of where their final itinerary will take them-a spot in the most remote area of Europe where the ultimate meeting would also be held.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Somewhere in New York, in a dark central city cinema house, a young man in his early twenties sat an extreme corner in the back rows ogling at striking blond woman of the same age demography sitting beside him. Before the light was out, he had tried to engage her in a conversation but had been unsuccessful. His mouth had suddenly gone dry and his heart pounded furiously. He could only stammer, with his tongue clutching, he was so ashamed of himself. What would his friends say if they know about this ‘situation’, he had always prided himself in the ability to hit at girls anywhere. Easily, the blond is one of the most beautiful women in the world-not with her well sculptured high chick bone, a bronze completion and screaming figure he had observed when she made her entrance. She was extremely sexy in her tight fitting leather miniskirt, plus her evident daring look. Jake Farmer could no longer control himself, the flurry of pictures showing on the screen made no sense to him. The girl next to him oozing sex and attacking chewing gum tartly was getting to him. His groin was beginning to signal a sweet throbbing sensation.
Several times he had been lucky in the cinemas, getting the usual incidental breast brush, some smooching when the girl beside him is naughty and once a ‘hand job’. This girl beside him would not be rushed, he was not sure if her sluttish manners were a common or a tease. The way she made her entrance was sensational: swaying her curvy hips crazily like a models, her ample breasts jutting out and bouncing, and her head held up in some form of coital challenge. All the men had turn and starred. She had stood like a mannequin for some moment to locate a seat and miraculously it had been beside him. Immediately she down enveloping him her perfume, he had felt some kind of electric sexual connection plus an animal pull.

We are waiting ooo. Dz suspense is killing.

Thanks everyone for reading. The next update will come up pretty soon

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