nice storylime... Anger no good.

sakafish:
nice storylime... Anger no good.

Not at all. Very destructive.

krimes:

Not at all. Very destructive.

am telln u

keep it coming

Ok I don join the line. Nice tori bro

tomzee2:
Ok I don join the line. Nice tori bro

welcome. here's a glass of cold water.

Snowangel4:
keep it coming

in a second...

CHAPTER FIVE: MONSTERS OF THE NIGHT 2.

Ifeanyi staggered out of the Keke the moment they arrived home. Kennedy, less drunk, paid the fare. When he finished, he went to join Ifeanyi to pee against the wall, wondering why he had been rather quiet since he told him about his parents’ divorce. At first Kennedy had assumed it was drunkenness but then he knew his best friend; Ifeanyi was loudest when drunk. Something was different. His quietness unsettled Kennedy.
“Are you okay?” Kennedy asked.
“Yes”, Ifeanyi slurred.
“You seem too quiet.”
Ifeanyi looked at him fleetingly. “Maybe na the beer.”
Kennedy waved it off. They entered the compound. It was deserted except for who else but Obiora smoking his habitual Benson cigarettes. A near finished bottle of Life Beer stood on the ground beside him. Kennedy thought he noticed Ifeanyi’s jaws clench. He held him. His body was tense but they went past Obiora without incident, avoiding him altogether.
Kennedy pulled the key and opened the door. He failed to notice Ifeanyi cast a long murderous look at Obiora before they entered. There was no light so the compound was cast in semi darkness, the almost full moon hovering above providing the only illumination. They entered.
Adaora fearfully rose from the bed. A rechargeable lantern provided the lighting in the room. She had been sleeping. Ifeanyi ignored her and sat on the chair. Kennedy smiled coolly and went to the bathroom. He also failed to notice Ifeanyi strangely watching him.
It was then that Kennedy felt seriously drunk. He sat on the toilet seater, trying to steady himself. His thoughts suddenly strayed to his mother. Her marriage was over, he thought. He felt sadder than he had ever been. They were once happy back when he was younger. He just wished happiness could last forever.
He felt another urge to pee. He rose slowly, nearly falling. Steadying himself, he unzipped. He thought he heard the faint sounds of arguing but he now felt too drunk to care. All he needed was sleep. He was only too glad that Ifeanyi was calm. By morning, all that had happened would be forgotten.
He heard the noises again. Two men were arguing somewhere. It was a beautiful night to argue, he thought. The men should just make up and go have drinks. Or go make love to their girlfriends. He laughed at the thought. He wished he was with Sylvia tonight. Maybe he should call her and spend the night with her. How pleasing that would be.
He heard his name being called. The voice was female but it seemed distant, an echo. But it sounded like she was in distress. He felt too tired to help anyone. After all, he couldn’t help his mother. All he needed was the comfort of a warm body and sleep. But the voice kept calling. Then there was banging on the bathroom door.
“Kennedy!” Adaora called out frantically then barged in.
Kennedy was just zipping up. He stared drunkenly at her and wondered why she had a terrified look on her face.
“Kennedy, come! Ifeanyi and Obiora are fighting!”
The words shook off half of his drunkenness. He dashed out with Adaora.

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Ifeanyi’s anger was bursting by the time Kennedy went to the bathroom. He had quickly slipped out to make war with Obiora. He was drunk and angry, a bad mixture. In his head, all he thought of was killing Obiora.
Obiora was in his sixth cigarette. He didn’t expect the attack. Blows were rained at him. At first, he felt defenceless but fought back after the initial attack. Ifeanyi was screaming murderous curses. The two held each other in a ferocious fight, man to man.
Adaora ran out, took one look at the situation and started calling Kennedy. When she got no answer, she ran back to fetch him.
Obiora had the advantage over Ifeanyi. He was not drunk. Soon he had Ifeanyi pinned on the ground. Ifeanyi struggled desperately as Obiora rained blows on him. He felt like a wounded animal but he was helpless. It was clear that Obiora would kill him.
Someone pulled Obiora off Ifeanyi. It was Kennedy. He tried to drag Obiora away but Ifeanyi was not done. He rose drunkenly and rushed at them. Pushing Kennedy aside, he pounced on Obiora. The fight continued; the two exchanging scattered blows. Each blow was accompanied by curses and death threats.
Adaora stood by a corner crying.
Kennedy rushed again and separated them, this time dragging a bleeding, sweaty Ifeanyi away.
“Keno, leave me make I kill this guy!”
“Anyi relax na.”

krimes:


welcome. here's a glass of cold water.

ok thanks I can see that u re a good host. I will stick here

tomzee2:
ok thanks I can see that u re a good host. I will stick here

Well I'm here to host and entertain. If I don't do it well, people wouldn't visit my home.

But Ifeanyi was not listening. He broke off again and rushed at Obiora. This time Obiora was waiting. He lifted Ifeanyi effortlessly and smashed him on the ground. There was a loud crack and a scream. It was then that everything changed.
The next minute went by in a quick flash. Kennedy, still the peace maker, rushed again to separate them. As he hauled Obiora off one more time, he felt Ifeanyi grab him from behind. Ifeanyi was wounded, bleeding, his mind half gone, blinded, crying and clouded by alcohol. In the heat of the moment, he lunged at his best friend. Enraged beyond control, he bashed Kennedy’s head forcefully against the wall. There was a heavy thud and a cracking sound.
Kennedy felt ringing in his ears. Pain shot through his brain. The world instantly went black. He felt groggy, his mind deserting him for a moment. His entire problems flashed through his brain as pain washed over him. He felt the anger he had long suppressed. He had taken things calmly like an adult. Now it had fallen apart.
Kennedy heard Adaora screaming but it made nonsense to him. He dropped to the ground, groping around, moaning in pain. His hand found the beer bottle. He only felt the need to protect himself as he smashed the end of the bottle. Not thinking, not seeing, he lunged forward. There was a monster in his head, threatening him. He needed to save himself from the monster. He needed to save himself from death.

He struck out blindly with the bottle. Darkness surrounded him, but he felt the bottle make the intended impact. The monster screamed. It was wounded but not dead. Kennedy struck again, harder this time. He had forgotten his pain. All he wanted was to kill the monster; destroy that beast of the night. The monster groaned this time. It was dying. Kennedy felt elated. He struck again. He thought the monster was trying to escape so he reached out in the darkness and grabbed it. He felt blood run through his hand. The monster’s blood, he thought. He imagined it was green and slimy. A wave of pleasure surged through him as he struck one final time, aiming for the monster’s throat.
Kennedy let go as the body slid to the ground. He closed his eyes and knelt. His head was banging but he felt happy. The monster was dead. He, Kennedy, had defeated that evil. The world would now return to normal. His parents would be happy together again. Adaora would be an innocent, well behaved virgin. There would be no bad blood between Obiora and Ifeanyi. And his bond with his best friend would last forever.

The damsel in distress was screaming again. Why? Kennedy thought. Had he not defeated the beast? Everything was now alright. Everyone should be happy. Why? Why? The ringing in his head was too much. Screaming. Ringing. Pain. Something was not right.
He suddenly felt his wet hands. The screams grew louder. The pain was unbearable.
He opened his eyes. His vision blurred but he could see. There was a male figure. A female was screaming. He fought the blurriness. Slowly his vision cleared and his nightmare began.
Adaora was screaming at something at the ground in front of him. Obiora was rooted to his spot, speechlessly staring in horror at the same place. Kennedy couldn’t understand. He slowly followed their gazes, his heart beating fast. Time slowed down as he realized what had happened.
Ifeanyi lay dead, gruesomely stabbed in many places. His entire body was drenched in blood. Kennedy looked at his bloodied left hand then shifted his gaze to the bloodied broken bottle still in his right hand. He knew then that he had killed his best friend.
Kennedy felt sick, vomiting instantly. He thought his life was over as he collapsed and lost consciousness.

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EPILOGUE: TEMPORARY INSANITY.

Temporary Insanity. That was what they called it. That moment when the world became a triangle instead of a circle; that moment when his best friend became a monster in his mind. Why couldn’t it be permanent? At least that way, he would never face the reality of what he had done. His best friend had not been the monster, rather it was he. It was a curse he would live with forever.
It could be blamed on pressure. He had underestimated the psychological problems he faced. He tried to be brave. But in the end, he had cracked. And all it took was a crack against the wall.
He could no more sleep at night. He saw the monsters in his dream every time. Images of a monster slaying his best friend. And each time he would wake up screaming as he realized the monster had his face. His once beautiful face was now a horror to him.
His parents had decided to stay together. In his tragedy they had realized that they needed to stick as a family to fight it through. It should have pleased him but it no more made sense. Nothing mattered to him any longer. He ate to be alive only because he was too weak to embrace death. But he no more had the will to live. He wished to die. He wished someone would just kill him.
Often he suffered nervous breakdowns. Few days after the incident, he was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Sometimes during the day, he was lash out at the monster, screaming and crying. Other times he would sit calmly and stare into space. He talked to no one, made no trouble and worked hard at the prison.
The trial may take years. Ifeanyi’s parents may decide to withdraw the case. He could be found guilty of murder or not guilty by reason of temporary insanity. Whatever happened, his life as he knew it was over. He would forever be the boy that killed his best friend.

THE END.

arinze3131:
weldone my guy,more greas 2 ur joint.

Thanks bro!!! I'm happy to entertain.

sakafish:
awesome piece! Was just imagining the drama of the day....i love d story and i am also trippn for d writer...lolz

I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thanks a lot for reading.

SPDAZZY:
I have refreshed your blog page a thousand times today.

# waiting.

Keep it up bro

Have you read the end? What are your thoughts?

Nice story bros hope their will be More Cus This Has promt me to be ur new follower

krimes:


Have you read the end? What are your thoughts?

I have read the end. I must say I never thought it would end so.

I love every bit of it. It has a lot of morals too. And I can say it ended well. Just that I hope he gets out of it and gets his life back. Albeit difficult.

Thumbs up. I hope to read another. Kindly notify me of a new one. I love your work.

tomzee2:
Nice story bros hope their will be More Cus This Has promt me to be ur new follower

Thanks bro. There will definitely be more. I'm working on a new one. You'll receive a special invite.

SPDAZZY:


I have read the end. I must say I never thought it would end so.

I love every bit of it. It has a lot of morals too. And I can say it ended well. Just that I hope he gets out of it and gets his life back. Albeit difficult.

Thumbs up. I hope to read another. Kindly notify me of a new one. I love your work.

Thanks a lot. I'm glad you enjoyed it even though it's a misfortune for someone. Big lesson from it.

I appreciate your reading. I'll write again soon and specially notify you.

Hardethaewoh:

I gotta say Man, this is a great great great grand master piece of literature! Well written!
I enjoyed it like my Ewa n Bread!
more strength bro!

So normally nothing is sweeter to you than ewa and bread? Thank you very much for their praise. I'm glad you really enjoyed.

krimes:


So normally nothing is sweeter to you than ewa and bread?

It is Ewa or Nothing!
....and Shhh! (whispers) pls, don't tell anyone else....its a secret! *tiptoes out*

UPDATE: OPENING DATE: 1ST DECEMBER 2015.
DEADLINE: 5th FEBRUARY 2016
ABOUT NAWOT:
The Nelson Adeyeye Writers Of Today(NAWOT) is an online competition that is organized by Sandra Adeyeye C.E.O of Eminent Creators in honor of her late father Mr. Nelson Adeyeye as a way to encourage the writing and reading culture of the Nigerian youth.
This competition promises to be an exciting and uplifting showcase of well-laid out Prose that promotes creativity at it's peak.
AWARDS:
There shall be a selection of the best twenty stories by our judges. These shall make up our anthology other prizes to be won include but are not restricted to:
Best writer Romance Category - 15,000
Best writer Science Fiction and Fantasy Category - 15,000
Best writer Mystery and Horror Category - 15,000
Best writer Action and Thriller Category - 15,000
Other consolation prizes, a copy of the anthology and other books shall follow.
RULES AND REGULATION:
In order to be eligible, participants are to note the following guidelines as regards submission of entries.
1) Participant must be a Nigerian youth between the ages of 16 - 30 years.
2) Participant must send a mail containing a black and white passport photograph, age, sex, phone numbers, email and facebook i.d in a separate mail from the mail bearing his entry.
3) Entry to be submitted must be Prose, original work of participant and must be an unpublished work, not submitted for any publication during the period of this competition.
NOTE: entry should not bear author's name on it. Just the title and the word count.
4) Entry must be between a 1,500 (minimum) - 2,500 (maximum) word count. Entries must be complete, concise and bear a comprehensive plot, i.e a beginning, middle and an end (no season). Entry font should be Arial size 12 and double spaced.
NOTE: subject of mail should signify what category the author is entering his story. No entries in PDF format will be accepted.
5) Participants can compete in four categories during this competition. I.e every writer is entitled to four entries per competition. Science fiction/fantasy category, mystery/horror category, action/thriller category and romance category.
NOTE: each entry attracts a fee of #1,000.
6) Every entry must have an attachment of the scanned bank draft which has the title of the submission boldly written on it.
Account name: Eminent Creators
Account number: 0201029142
Bank: Gtbank.
7) Every entry must be in English language, with minimal usage of vernacular; and if unavoidably used, must be explained as a footnote for better understanding.
All entries must be submitted to nelsonadeyeyewritersoftoday@gmail.com on or before 10 February 2016 (late entries will attract an extra fee of 500). Date for the prize-giving ceremony shall be communicated to participants via mail.
MODE OF SELECTION:
Participants will have excerpts from their stories displayed on our blog and Facebook page for voting by our public audience within a span of two weeks. Excerpts with the highest votes/comments within that period shall scale through to the next stage of selection.
Final announcement of the winners shall be left to the jurisdiction of the competition's in-house judges whose decisions shall be Binding and Final.
Finally: Writers retain the rights to the stories they submit for the NAWOT competition. The twenty winning stories are published as an anthology and open for purchase after the launching. After that, the winning authors are free to publish anywhere, as long as due credit is given to the NAWOT competition and/or Eminent Creators. Eminent Creators staff and NAWOT team members are not eligible to participate in the competition.
Good luck.

Signed:
Hillary Zita Successa
For the competition department.

Hardethaewoh:


It is Ewa or Nothing!
....and Shhh! (whispers) pls, don't tell anyone else....its a secret! *tiptoes out*

Left to me I'll keep your secret. But I'm afraid it's out. Don't blame me. Blame my evil parrot that talks too much.

Your stories are always amazing. I enjoyed reading them and would love to read more.

ChizzyMaris:
Your stories are always amazing. I enjoyed reading them and would love to read more.

Thank You. I'm glad you like it. Soon I'll write another and specially invite you to read.