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Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 4:26pm On Jul 02, 2015
The below writeup is purely fictional and in no way meant to incite or promote violence.

The evening was cold and dusk was gradually creeping in, it was a friday. A girl walked into the dimly lit bar and took her sit at a corner facing the entrance. She wore an oversized coat that covered most of her fair, slim body almost to the knee, a faded blued jean that was tightly- fitted and a Fez- cap that shielded half of her face. She carried a black leather bag which she placed casually on her lap and allowd her fingers to draw circles on it..

Red and blue disco light made an irregular pattern on the wall, barely illuminating the cigarette-smoke filled room. Minutes later, a waitress approached her table,
" what can I get you, Ma' am? " she asked politely.
" soda " was the quick response she made as she bent towards her bag pretending to be looking for something, tilting her face away from the waitress' gaze.

The waitress returned with a tray containing a bottle of chilled soda and a glass and a straw. She placed it in front of the Fez- capped lady, " here, Ma' am. Your money is two hundred naira. "
" My guy will soon be here, dont worry " her response was soft and she sounded convincing. The waitress opened her mouth to say something but closed it after a second thought and disappeared into another corner where she continued with her what-can-I-get-you line.

The Fez- capped lady did not touch the drink, nor the table, she rather continued her nervous tapping of the bag with her fingers and glued her eyes to the entrance. She reached for her napkin and cleaned her sweaty face, taking a brieg moment to remove the cap, revealing a golden coloured hair packed at the pony. The beads of perspiration forming at her forehead were betraying her nervousness. She hated this, she hated looking suspicious. He had told her to simply " blend in, dont act weird, do your thing and come out, easy! "

A girl wearing a bum short and a bra started walking towards her direction, she held a small bottle of gin on one hand and a stick of glowing cigarette on the other. Fez- cap suddenly became uncomfortable, nervously squeezing her fingers into ball.
Damn it! Don't come any closer, she prayed. Go find yourself some drunk Hot fellow.

The girl kept coming and suddenly stopped to dance to the tune of the music playing, twisting her waist and pushing her bum backward, before dragging a sip from her bottle. Fez- cap was almost standing, her right hand was dipped inside the leather bag as if she was trying to raise something out of it. Just when she thought she would come closer, the girl collapsed on a chair right before hers, obviously overpowered by the effect of her nearly empty bottle. The next second, she was snoring lightly, Fez- cap could smell the stench of her deep alcohol breath and then she relaxed. She had faced the risk of being made, the girl would have easily recognised her, disguised or not. She sighed and returned to her watch of the entrance, her drink still retouched.

She glanced at the luminous hands of her wrist watch, a few minutes to eight. She will soon be here and she will make her pay for her crime, she will make her pay for ruining het life, that's justice. The thought of vengeance and justice made her smile, her pimples deepened at both cheeks and she felt a fresh wave of energy and confidence. She unwrapped a Nestle Mint and threw the gum into her mouth, unconsciously throwing the wrap on the floor

There was a movement at the entrance and she looked up, then, she saw her.

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Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 4:28pm On Jul 02, 2015
continuation comes tomorrow morning.
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by Jics(m): 6:07pm On Jul 02, 2015
This is interestingly interesting... Good job.... following...

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Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 6:30pm On Jul 02, 2015
more blockbuster coming.
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by Nobody: 11:55pm On Jul 02, 2015
Following. Ride on sir
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by Galaxdiva(f): 8:58am On Jul 03, 2015
Interesting... Pls continue!
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 9:09am On Jul 03, 2015
Here I go again.


Then she saw her.
She was a big woman, almost six feet, with big boobs that nearly ripped out of the shiny lace top that she wore. A similar lace material was elegantly wrapped around her waist and she held an expensive yellow purse under her armpit, the purse matched the colour of the lace and the heeled designer shoe. She looked every inch an affluent lady.

The moment she worked into the bar, some of the girls stiffened to attention, greeting and bowing at the same time. She cared less to respond to thier greetings,
"get to work " she bossed in her usual deep voice unusual of a lady. Her phone rang and she flipped it open and stuck it to her ear, she began shouting orders into the phone unaware that her big frame had almost blocked the entrance. Fez- cap saw her chance and took it.

Quickly she grabbed her bag and walked steadily to where the big lady stood, she tapped the lady's shoulder with her left hand and she looked at her, ignored her and went back to her call obviosly not recognising her.
This asshole has not changed a bit, Fez- cap thought.
" Madam! " Fez-cap called with a cool tiny voice, irate with hatred.
" Don't you recognize me again? " she queried.
And then, recognition jumped into her eyes and she was about grabbing her when she saw what she was holding. Her body almost jumped out of its skin. The phone fell off her hand to the ground and things happened very fast.

One moment, the big lady was on her knees, head up and hands clamped together as if she was pleading, she now looked a shadow of a her proud self. The next moment, there was a flash and a deafening bang.
Fez- cap squeezed the trigger, and the bullet struck her at the temple, blowing off a part of her head. She lowered her hand and squeezed again, the slug struck her at the breast, making a mess of the massive breast. She was already dead before she hit the floor.

There was commotion in the bar, tables fell, glasses and bottles shattered on the floor as people scrambled for safety. A drunk man made a wrong move and grabbed Fez- cap's coat, such bravery had its rewards. She kicked out with the back of her heel and the hold loosened, reflexively she swirled around, aimed at his drunk head, the barrel was so close to his head and she squeezed. The room shook again, flesh, brain, and blood flew into the air. More cries of terror.

Jumping over the lifeless body, she ran out of the bar and made for the gate and halted abruptly. A middle aged man raised an automatic weapon and aimed, but that was as far as he could go. There was a metallic click, and a large gaping red hole appeared on his chest, he staggered a step forward, coughed out blood and fell on his face, dead as latin. A surprised Fez-cap looked up and saw him, his silencer gun still smoking and she smiled.
" Thank you, again " she said.
" Pick up his rifle, let's go " thick, cold voice.

She picked up the rifle and ran across the road to where a silver coloured Honda packed. He sat behind the wheel and she sat beside him, breathless.
" You got your justice " the cold thick voice asked.
" Have never been more happy "she pecked him on the cheek, smiling girlishly, her young age very pronounced.
" We' ve got work to do, the city needs cleansing " a certain meanness to his voice.

He started the car and they zoomed off.

to be continued.
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by KingzPen(m): 3:48pm On Jul 03, 2015
Awesome Work... Following Boss...
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 3:56pm On Jul 03, 2015
KingzPen:
Awesome Work... Following Boss...
Kingzpen's presence? am homoured.
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by KingzPen(m): 4:02pm On Jul 03, 2015
emperorfidel:

Kingzpen's presence? am homoured.
Ride On Boss... I'm right here with ya...

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Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by SofiaAmrozia(f): 6:48pm On Jul 03, 2015
Nice write-up. There are some typos though, not necessarily much. #following
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 8:22pm On Jul 03, 2015
SofiaAmrozia:
Nice write-up. There are some typos though, not necessarily much. #following

ok thanks. will do well to cut the typos in my subsequent posts.
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 4:30pm On Jul 04, 2015
CHAPTER TWO

Detective Ikenna Humble Asiegbu sat on a leather sofa, his two legs lay on the polished mahogany desk that has been a pioneer ooccupant of the office in his regime.

The office was tastefully furnished, a look it now had for the single efforts of Ike. The office had been a room furnished with just a table, two wooden back chairs and a ceiling fan whose noise could drown out the noise of a c,hopper's propeller. Ike had lodged an official complaint to his station boss, who had promised to look into it. Two months elapsed and his boss was still to " look into it " and that was when it dawned on him that nothing could be done in eternity. " Will look into it " was merely a line used in the force to assuage tempered hearts and raise false hopes. It was at this point that he furnished the office with his own money. He had the office repainted, ordered complete set of office chairs, all leather stuffed, a desk top, book shelve made of polished wood and glass, a mini-sixed fridge, a plasma tv and an OX industrial fan. He had the door changed with a bullet-proofed one and got the floor tiled.

The reactions that followed the self-sponsored renovation was plenty. Some had rumored that the renovations was sponsored by the Police Headquarters, they chirped stories of preferential treatment and Ike being a big recipient. Others simply said he was the spoilt child of a rich dad who had not merited a single promotion save for his fathers coins.

The big wall clock chimed 10 and Ike sighed, the morning was fast going and he was still stuck here waiting the report from the lab boys.

A phone vibrated somewhere in his pocket and he reached for it, it was doctor Baribefe, the doc in charge of Gloryland Hospital. He punched the receiver button and activated the loudspeaker, placing the phone on the table.
" hello doc "
" Detective, morning " a polished voice said from the other side of the line.
" any improvement? " he inquired.
" exactly why I called " doc said. He stopped and continued " She is awake, She has returned to consciousness. "
" when was that? " Ike asked.
" five minutes ago, I thought you should know."
" that is a good news " and for the first time in four days, Ike smiled.
" Can I speak with her? "
" No, you can't, sir. She may need to rest. "
Doctors and their formalities, he thought.
" Fine, I will be there shortly " and the line went dead.
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 4:31pm On Jul 04, 2015
CHAPTER TWO

Detective Ikenna Humble Asiegbu sat on a leather sofa, his two legs lay on the polished mahogany desk that has been a pioneer ooccupant of the office in his regime.

The office was tastefully furnished, a look it now had for the single efforts of Ike. The office had been a room furnished with just a table, two wooden back chairs and a ceiling fan whose noise could drown out the noise of a c,hopper's propeller. Ike had lodged an official complaint to his station boss, who had promised to look into it. Two months elapsed and his boss was still to " look into it " and that was when it dawned on him that nothing could be done in eternity. " Will look into it " was merely a line used in the force to assuage tempered hearts and raise false hopes. It was at this point that he furnished the office with his own money. He had the office repainted, ordered complete set of office chairs, all leather stuffed, a desk top, book shelve made of polished wood and glass, a mini-sixed fridge, a plasma tv and an OX industrial fan. He had the door changed with a bullet-proofed one and got the floor tiled.

The reactions that followed the self-sponsored renovation was plenty. Some had rumored that the renovations was sponsored by the Police Headquarters, they chirped stories of preferential treatment and Ike being a big recipient. Others simply said he was the spoilt child of a rich dad who had not merited a single promotion save for his fathers coins.

The big wall clock chimed 10 and Ike sighed, the morning was fast going and he was still stuck here waiting the report from the lab boys.

A phone vibrated somewhere in his pocket and he reached for it, it was doctor Baribefe, the doc in charge of Gloryland Hospital. He punched the receiver button and activated the loudspeaker, placing the phone on the table.
" hello doc "
" Detective, morning " a polished voice said from the other side of the line.
" any improvement? " he inquired.
" exactly why I called " doc said. He stopped and continued " She is awake, She has returned to consciousness. "
" when was that? " Ike asked.
" five minutes ago, I thought you should know."
" that is a good news " and for the first time in four days, Ike smiled.
" Can I speak with her? "
" No, you can't, sir. She may need to rest. "
Doctors and their formalities, he thought.
" Fine, I will be there shortly " and the line went dead .
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 10:34am On Jul 05, 2015
Dedicated to Jics KingzPen SofiaAmrozia Galaxdiva discoprophet

Today was going to be a busy day for him, lot of things to be done. There was the Dr Obinna Kalu's murder and he had a full list of people to question. He knew he needed a workable clue to nab the killer as quick as possible before he/she strikes again and so far he has got none. He feared the killings and the name he had left behind had the makings of a cold serial killer. The Purger, the name had sent cold chill running up his spine at the time.

Shooting the doc on the chest was enough to finish him, why tearing open his trouser and beating a dead man' s joystick to pulp. He was not even sure which act had come first, whether the killer had smashed the manhood when the man was still alive before shooting him. The coroner was still to bring in his report, he made a mental note to call the coroner later, his results could answer some of his questions and possibly give him new angles to work on. He had a feeling there was more to the mode of killing. What was the killer trying to say? Why the manhood? Was the killer a man or a woman? So many questions and he had no answer to any. He needed answers and he was going to get one.

The name "The Purger " worried him more. What was the son of a bitch purging? Going by the name, the city could witness more gruesome killings. He shuddered at the thought.

He scratched the back of his head, deep in thought. His head felt hot. Damn it! Not another migraine. He brought out a small cup and shook out some pills into his palm, pushed the pills into his mouth and flushed it down with a cup of water.

Someone knocked on the door, and before he could finish the come-in routine, she was already inside.She was a tall, late twenties, dark-skinned lady in the police dark blue and black uniform. She thrusted a sealed file in front of him,
" reports from the lab boys, just came in now. "
"Thank you," he muttered, not looking at her.

The lady cop walked to the door, opened it halfway and turned back, pushing her hips to a provocative position,
" is there anything I could do for you? " she asked, sounding as romantic as she could be.
" Yes! Close the damn door! " he was almost shouting.
The lady cop seemed to be expecting the answer, she didnt show any sign of disappointment, she rather walked away with a there-will-be- another-time look on her face.

The content of the file brought him no joy. The lab boys had found only two prints, the murdered duo of the doc and his security man. There was no print of any intruder anywhere. He dropped the contents into a pack and locked it in a cabinet, his face a simmer of disappointment and worry. This is not looking good, he was dealing with a brilliant killer. A brilliant killler with a mission and perhaps a motive, what could be more worrying than it.

The intercom buzzed and he picked up the reciever, a croaked male voice was on the side of the line, his boss.
"Another killing! Get your ass down here! " it was an order.

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Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by KingzPen(m): 10:49am On Jul 05, 2015
Wooooow... Dedicated to me? Thanks Boss! I really do appreciate it...
So learning from your writeup...
Keep It Up Sir...
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 11:01am On Jul 05, 2015
KingzPen:
Wooooow... Dedicated to me? Thanks Boss! I really do appreciate it...

So learning from your writeup...

Keep It Up Sir...

Thanks boss, hope the story is good?
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by KingzPen(m): 11:07am On Jul 05, 2015
emperorfidel:

Thanks boss, hope the story is good?
Yes it is... Itz fast developing...
Take your time...
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by KingzPen(m): 11:07am On Jul 05, 2015
emperorfidel:

Thanks boss, hope the story is good?
Yes it is... Itz fast developing...
Take your time...
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 12:08pm On Jul 05, 2015
KingzPen:

Yes it is... Itz fast developing...
Take your time...
sure i will, sire.
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by Ephhay(f): 2:25pm On Jul 05, 2015
KingzPen:
Wooooow... Dedicated to me? Thanks Boss! I really do appreciate it...

So learning from your writeup...

Keep It Up Sir...
bby u r here
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by KingzPen(m): 2:26pm On Jul 05, 2015
Ephhay:
bby u r here
Yes Love...

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Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 5:31pm On Jul 05, 2015
Ephhay:
bby u r here
I like the air in here, make I just dey one corner dey watch.
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by LarrySun(m): 7:15pm On Jul 05, 2015
Okay, I think the story is promising.

The terrible acts are too gross for my liking though. Which psycho would shatter someone else's manhood? Ew! embarassed

And OP, you need to write more carefully. Your updates are rife with a lot of errors.

Well done, sir. smiley
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by Skimpledawg(m): 9:11pm On Jul 05, 2015
Chilling at dVIP corner wt ma cold alomo n frog peppersoup......


Plz do heed d words of our fathers of literature hia oo i. e oga Larrysun n Baba kingzpen....

n btw, more updates grin
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 9:17pm On Jul 05, 2015
[quote author=LarrySun post=35520710]Okay, I think the story is promising.

The terrible acts are too gross for my liking though. Which psycho would shatter someone else's manhood? Ew! embarassed

And OP, you need to write more carefully. Your updates are rife with a lot of errors.

Well done, sir.

A pro' s perspective, cool.
Errors, my guilt. Still a rookie and the ineptness comes with it. Baba, could you pls highlight one or two of the errors so i could be more careful.
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 9:27pm On Jul 05, 2015
Skimpledawg:
Chilling at dVIP corner wt ma cold alomo n frog peppersoup......


Plz do heed d words of our fathers of literature hia oo i. e oga Larrysun n Baba kingzpen....

n btw, more updates grin

Yeah sure, who wouldn't heed to the pros' advice?
Abeg skimple, where you order that frog peppersoup?
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by Skimpledawg(m): 9:56pm On Jul 05, 2015
emperorfidel:

Yeah sure, who wouldn't heed to the pros' advice? Abeg skimple, where you order that frog peppersoup?
Na onemansquad and sons eateries.... Just place ya order online..

Yu doin a nice work hia bros
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 10:02pm On Jul 05, 2015
Skimpledawg:

Na onemansquad and sons eateries.... Just place ya order online..


Yu doin a nice work hia bros

Am off to see onemansquad ........

Thanks Skimple, I hope to get better.
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by Galaxdiva(f): 5:38am On Jul 06, 2015
emperorfidel:

Thanks boss, hope the story is good?
Ahhhhh..... U dedicated it to me? Wow...tnx dear... D story aint bad at all
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by emperorfidel(m): 6:39am On Jul 06, 2015
Galaxdiva:


Ahhhhh..... U dedicated it to me? Wow...tnx dear... D story aint bad at all

Aha! the diva is here. Tnx dear. I will do better

You care for some frog peppersoup? The stuff aint bad at all.
Re: Debt From Home. ( a killer's instinct) by Kitme(f): 9:04am On Jul 06, 2015
Hmmm.....

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