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Chapter 10
Burden

Damilola threw the game pad to the ground and lid on the ground, his third day at home, two weeks of suspension now looked like eternity to him.
"You Lose" the voice from the game he was playing filled the entire room.
"God" He said and stood up, since the last time he had the new experience, he has tried every means to turn it back on, but it all looked impossible, maybe it was a one time thing was what he had used to make himself feel better, even though he knew it couldn't be just one.
His attention turned to his phone, which made a popping sound, he picked it and looked at the message.
"It's late, home alone" Damilola said and turned the face of his phone down.
He looked at the phone and turned it off, he picked a novel and opened through the pages, he yawned and soon he fell asleep.

"We were ambushed, his face was covered, the way he fought was so fast" a man said to John.
John paid close attention writing down the necessary details, the man before him was giving out. He looked at the huge man standing beside him, and then to the tape board on the wall, having a sketch of the masked man.
"He looks like that? " John's partner asked the man, pointing to the sketch on the wall.
"Yes, exactly", His hands also brings out black smoke, and it's like it's metallic"
Clement, John's partner sighed and stared at John, He himself had no clue, since he had not come across the masked man or Devil Hand as he was tagged.
"That'll be all, we will call you when we need you, thanks for cooperating" John said and shook hands with the ma before he left.
"I know, we both know you know who this vigilante is" Clement said, looking at John coldly.
"Dude, because you hate me doesn't mean, I have to be your Prime suspect" John deployed in defense and stood up from His seat.
"Go home, your wife and children waits their father, it's late already" John said and opened the door to go out.
"You might have succeeded in deceiving others, but I know you killed your wife, I saw the bullet" Clement said and sat on the table.
"Clement, be careful what you say, accusing me because of hate won't do you any good"
"Always watch your back" Clement said and cocked his gun, then pointed it at John
"Kaboom!!" Clement imitated the sound of the gun and dropped it on the table "John, I'm watching "

Damilola suddenly jumped off the bed, gasping for breath, He gulped hard, and felt a sharp pain in his throat, He sighed and watched as sweat dropped of his face to the floor and all his body already soaked with sweat.
He turned on his phone and switched on the torch, looking at his arm, his night dress was already burnt around the arm level, He looked beside him and saw the burnt pieces.
"What's wrong? " He asked himself.
Damilola pulled off the night dressed, standing before the mirror, he pointed the top h to himself only to discover, his muscles had increased, he felt his arm and noticed how mildly hard it was.
Already denied sleep, Damilola said on his bed and opened his phone contact list, scrolling to Martha's contact, He pressed it down and clicked on message.
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Martha followed Damilola to his room, following behind Him, Her previous experience had made Her even more cautious.
"Alright" Damilola said, on getting to his room, He picked up the night dress and laid it on the bed.
"I don't know how it got burnt" He said pointing to the burnt cloth and next to the burnt pieces on the bed.
Martha picked a piece and looked at it closely, then back to Damilola.
"It's odd, but seeing someone open a portal in the real world, and another who is super fast, I have no option than to belive" She paused, scrutinizing the piece "Seems you have powers, you know in movies I've seen, it's normal you don't know you have, until you pay close attention"
"I don't understand "
"You also look different, your body, your face" Martha said attempting to touch his face.
"I know, I know, just" Damilola said and knocked off Martha's hand.
Martha looked round the room and walked towards the police baton which were hanged on the wall, She took one and turned to Damilola.
"What are you doing? " Damilola asked confused.
"I don't know" Martha said and quickly smacked the baton against Damilola's left arm.


Immediately the baton made contact with Damilola's arm, it shattered into many pieces.
"Look at that" Martha shouted excitedly and pointed to Damilola's glowing arm.
Damilola closed it up, with His mouth widely opened, He admired it and looked at Martha.
"Wow"
"So that's it afterall, the glowing shred the cloth, which means no long sleeves" Martha said and sat down on the bed.
"But"
"No But, you're lucky to have this, I would be happy if I had, just that it's a burden, when a threat comes up, you know the superhero things"
"Well it's between you and I, and no super hero anything, I can't risk my life over other people's problem" Damilola said and switched on the television.
"Hope it doesn't get to that, but you know for every action, there is a reaction" Martha said.
Damilola paused for a while, something struck his mind, the day he was injected, Martha too was also injected and She survived which means, She also had powers that were yet to manifest.
"Martha" He called put suddenly and turned to face her
"What? "
"Nothing, I was just overthinking" He said and faked a smile "I was thinking, we should find something to eat, down the street"

The End

Credit Scene

"Martha, the action and reaction, there is news going about a night vigilante with smoky hands"

"I'm God Hand, I'm Heavens Instrument"
Damilola dashed into the highway, leaping over an incoming vehicle, he gained stand and, picked momentum again, adjusting the black mask on his face, which was making it difficult for him to breath.
He felt the urge, urging him to crawl up the building before him, giving in, Damilola jumped on the wall, his hands gripping it tight, he pulled himself up on the wall, getting to the rooftop, he saw the bag thieve, running as fast as his legs could carry him...............

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God Hand (Volume Two)
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Chapter 8
A New Being
Three Months Later

A dark human figure, jumped from a rooftop, landing softly on another, it rolled on its back and swiftly stood to its feet, looking at the half moon light, then to the empty and lonely street, as three cars drove in and stopped in front of a huge gate after about three minutes the gate came open and the cars drove in.

Damilola tapped the alarm gadget beside his bed and let out a slight cough, three months ago, no one will believe, he would recover quickly from whatever disease held him, but here he was looking even better than before more relief was knowing Martha was also alive.
As bad as their experience was, no one had the guts to tell a third party what happened to them, the previous week at school, Martha had only said She only remembered the crashing of the television set and nothing else, only to find herself at the hospital, and her being a victim of kidnappers, miraculously surviving.
Damilola had decided not to press the issue any further, since he knew what happened and keeping Martha in the dark will only make things safer.
He stood up and walked towards the standing mirror, admiring himself, he raised up his hands and sighed, somehow he knew he was looking different, not bothering much He proceeded to the bathroom.
John rested His head on His office desk, adjusting himself on the chair, he used his hands to move the files on the table aside.
The door to his office came open, a lanky man with a complete Muslim attire entered into his office and gently tapped his fingers on the table.
"Detective John" The man said and made himself comfortable on the available chair.
John raised his heads up slowly, his eyes looking heavy like it had been denied sleep.
"Alhaji " John muttered and rested his head again.
"Are you okay? "
"I am, just trying to relax"
"Good, Commissioner for Road and Transport, sent me to you" Alhaji said and brought out a white envelop
"Some people are actually trying to prove smart, he wants you to do the needful, all necessary informations are here"
John raised his head and collected the envelop from Alhaji, and tore it open. The door to his office opened and closed by itself, like the wind had done it, which startled John.
"It's just the wind" Alhaji said and stood up to take his leave
"Yes, the wind" John replied, looking at the girl that stood near the window, leaning on the wall, looking ,at Alhaji, it was obvious he didn't see anything.
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Damilola closed his sketchpad, immediately the the electric bell in the classroom rang, he sighed as he flashback to the horrible accident, how he survived without any scratch was still a miracle, even he could not find any reasonable answer to it, His eyes filled with tears, getting back home to see His mother was already gone, then next was the horrible experience, he had three months ago.
"Ghost, you're crying" A boy said and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Let him be, he already lost his mother, he has a lot to think of" Martha said know defense and pushed the boy off.
"Seems I caused you a lot of trouble " Damilola said to Martha, while wiping of the tears from his face.
"Nothing much, although I feel like I'm missing some things" Martha said, and flipped opened Damilola's sketchpad.
"When do I get a sketch of myself?" Martha asked flipping through the pages of the sketch pad
"You never asked for it, until now" Damilola replied calmly.
Martha shrugged and looked at Damilola with a curious look
"You are odd, come, let's go to the field" She said, and closed the pad.
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John slid over his office table to the ground, groaning softly, He quickly stood up and dodged the punch the girl threw at him, grabbing her by the arm, he applied enough force and flipped the girl over, making her crash on the table.
"What's this?" John lamented and pushed the girl to the ground
"The Syndrome worked on you, only a meta can See Me, and with the way you handle this, you already mastered your powers " The girl said as She stood up
"And how does that affect you? "
"You life now belongs to Leviathan"
"Damn Leviathan, those Bastard forced me into it and I owe no one apology" John said and gradually his hands began to bring out dark thick fumes, which gradually crawled up half of his arms, turning it black and a bit shiny.
"What kind of power is that? " the girl asked herself and took a defense stand.
John jumped over the table, his feet finding a suitable spot on the girls neck, which made her loss ground, and slammed her head on the edge of the table.
John sighed and raised her up, lifting her by the neck, he pinned her on the wall, and made a fist.
"I hope when you die, you still remain invisible to the normal eyes" He said and punched the girl on the head, shattering her skull.
He stopped Her body to the floor and picked the white envelop up, cleaned it and walked out of his office.
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Damilola reluctantly changed into the goalkeeper's Jersey and ran up to the field, sluggishly walking to his designated goal post, the leather ball suddenly hit hard against his head, and made him loss balance.
"Ghost, ogbeni walk fast jare, we don't have all day" a boy on the opposing side shouted, mockingly.
Damilola stood up and and turned around, and walked up towards the boy.
"Apologies" Damilola said, walking angrily.
Martha quickly ran into the field and held Damilola by the arm
"Hey, leave him" Martha pleaded, pulling Damilola back.
"You wan fight, no leave him, let him come" the boy shouted, beating his chest hard.
"Martha leave me" Damilola shouted and freed himself from Martha's grip.
Walking hastily towards the boy, Damilola dodged the punch that came at his face, with quickly reflex, Damilola punched the boy on the face, without delaying, He gave the boy a headbutt.
Martha gasped seeing Damilola's hand glowing.
Damilola held the boy by the shirt and rolled him to the ground.
"Somebody should hold him" Martha shouted, noticing it was already getting out of hand.
She cursed, seeing no one was ready to separate them, since they were really enjoying the fight scene.
She ran up to Damilola and hugged him right, preventing him from giving another strike. The boy cried in agony as blood rushed out from his nose and some part of his face also.
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John came out from a boutique (THE_PULCHERS HUB), holding a shopping bag in his hand, he threw it into his car through the window and entered into the car, he rebrougut out a black face mask from the bag and returned it back to the beg, and ignites his car.
John parked his car, beside a local food canteen in the garage, and alighted, walking among the crowd in the park, he sighted a group of men, about four in number, caking passengers to the buses and at the same time chatting with themselves
"Ekason (Good afternoon) " John greeted them.
"Hey brutha, Lagos, Ibadan, enter there" One of the men replied, attempting to lead John to the available bus
"Am looking for Chairman, Honorable Busayo sent a message to him through me" John said and brought out the white envelop from his pocket.
"tele mi (follow me)" a man said and turned towards the direction of the canteen.
The man raised the curtain that led into the canteen and walked towards a fat pot bellied man, who was busy with hot yam flour and egusi soup, and large meat, beside the food was a keg of palmwine.
"Oga" the man said and went out immediately
John sat down opposite the man and pulled the palmwine keg to himself and raised it to his mouth.
"Were wo ni eleyi? (who is this mad man)" the man shouted annoyingly, drawing other customers attention.
John brought out his gun and laid it on the table, and also his Police Identity Card
"Ahh, you for talk, wetyn you want? "
John wiped the wine traces on his moustache and sighed before passing the envelop to the man.
Hurriedly biting off a piece of meat, the man dipped his had into a bowl of water and washed his hand then used a napkin to clean the water off.
"I don tell Commissioner say dix thing no possible" the man said and lowered his tone " Oga at the top, dey ask for seventy pahcent, Commissioner dey ask for fifty pahcent, me my self I go settle boys " the man lamented.
"E no concern me, settle Commissioner wella, or else na die you dey " John said and stood up.


Chapter 9
Me to the World

Damilola walked out sluggishly, out of the Principal's office, his head down. The final verdict of the school was really annoying, He was no way at fault, all He asked for was an apology and his opponent threw the first punch, which he had to retaliate to, suspending him for two weeks was too strict, not that he was the brilliant type anyway, but him sitting at home for two weeks was really frustrating.
"What was the decision? " Martha asked, walking up to him hastily.
"Two weeks suspension" Damilola replied still having his heads down.
"Wow, not like we are really doing anything, Dammy " Martha said and stopped walking.
"What? "
"You're changing, that anger, I've never seen you like that, and I saw you hands glowing, maybe those were tricks, but something is happening to you " Martha said calmly trying not to annoy him.
"Thanks for observing, can I go? "
Martha clicked her tongue and sighed, maybe She was taking it too far, She thought and decide to let it pass.
Standing at the bus stop, Damilola flagged down a bus and patiently let Martha in before entering, sitting beside her, he sighed and looked at her.
"I was weird today"
"Hmm" Martha replied and looked away.
Damilola brought out his wallet and brought out a hundred naira note and passed it to the conductor.
"Two" He said as the conductor received the money from him.
"I thought you never kept malice" Damilola said looking at her, with a bright smile.
"I don't, I thought you wanted space for yourself, you just passed your stop" Marty said, pointing outside the window.
"I know, am escorting you home"
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John opened the door to Samson's office, without further thinking, he flipped the heavy wood office table before Samson over, crashing it against the wall. One of the few things that bothered John's mind was how Samson made profit from the contraband cure that was later tweaked. Although John didn't bother for justice as long as, he had job to take care of, His promotion would have come in handy, but he knew how to play his cards well, the promotion will only put him at limelight and responsibility of tackling corruption which means tackling himself, even his Detective was majorly done by his partner, who had on so many occasion filed reports against John, but all his report never came back with response.
"Tell me, how and why you need more of that stuff? "
Samson smiled, adjusted his hair and stood up.
"Don't try to intimidate me, you should grateful I gave you this powers, and to how it pays me, there is a movement greater than you, so relax, sit down and watch as the whole drama unfolds" Samson replied and snapped his fingers.
The table flipped in a revised action, string itself back to its former position and all the books and files also, flipped back, rearranging themselves neatly, like it was before John threw it over.
John moved back a step, watching as the table rearranged itself.
"Like I said, it's bigger than you"
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Damilola followed behind Martha, still walking down the rough and rugged street, Damilola carefully followed Martha as She jumped over the mud, to a better ground.
"There, that's where I live, with my father, he is sure not around, he has problem with alcohol" Martha said, and jumped over mud water, and at the same time avoiding the splash which a motorist made.
Damilola looked at the building Martha pointed at, having faded green paint, the house from afar looked unbalanced to Damilola, as what he saw was a building which could collapse if much strain was put on it.
Martha ushered Damilola in, feeling a bit sunhat sout the setting of the room, the room only had one rugged and worn out three sitter, which also looked rickety. Damilola sighed and gently sat down on the chair, avoiding resting his full weight on it.
"So this is were you come from everyday? " Damilola asked, looking at the sack made ceiling.
"Hmm " Martha replied, feeling hurt by the question, and She dropped her bag on the dirty table.
"I mean the distance, and the road, no one would believe " Damilola said.
A loud cry suddenly came from the street, hearing the horrible noise and as it got louder, Martha looked through the window and quickly ran out through the door. Damilola also stood up and ran after Martha, the third building opposite Martha's house, had already gone up in flames, a cry could be heard from the burning building.
"My child, six month old o" A woman shouted in agony run from one end to another. Soon a group of young boys gathered around with bucket containing sand, and began pouring at the flame, while some hurriedly brought water.
"Call firefighters " Damilola Sid tapping Martha on the shoulder.
"Really, like you don't know what part of the world you live in" Martha replied and looked back at the burning building.
Damilola felt a force urging him to enter into the building and do something, sweat broke out from his forehead, knowing what he was about doing was pure foolishness, contemplating weather to go or not, He felt pressure on his arms, like all the blood in his body was building up on both arms.


Damilola whispered into Martha's ear while trying to subdue the pain building up in his hands.
Martha turned around and saw His hands, the veins looking like they would pop out any seconds, and simultaneous glowing of His hands.
"Christ, Dammy "
Damilola muffled and like an unforeseen urged him on, the urge to go inside the burning house got stronger, He himself found it hard to resist. Damilola ran forwards and jumped into the burning house.
He coughed loud as he got inside, covering his nose with his cloth, a burning wood broke apart from the top, and fell at Him, with swift reflex, Damilola caught and threw it aside, listening carefully to the infant cry, Damilola hurried his way to the bathroom.
"Shey people still dey craze this days ni? "
Martha opened her mouth agape, hoping Damilola was alright, to her what He did was no sign of bravery but foolishness, but any way all She cared about was him making the day.
Damilola jumped out of the burning house through the window, making it shatter to the ground, he rolled on the floor, quickly picked himself up and leaped put of thecompound as the building gave a loud boom sound.
Damilola curled his body around the crying baby, and gradually people began to gather around Him. He stood up, already having the smell of smoke on him, and his face all blackened due to the smoke and the fire, the baby cooed at him, as He let out a bright smile at the baby, and handed it over to its mother.
Praises from different angles began showering on him, even the mother of the baby insisted he received the amount She offered him as a sign of her appreciation.
Damilola looked at Martha and ran up to her, stretching his hands forward.
"I didn't know how"
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Later that night, Damilola stood in front of his standing mirror and scrutinized his hands, groaning hard, hoping something would happen, after much attempt he finally gave up.
"Maybe it was just some time thing"He said and retired to his bed.

1:09 am
A dark figure stood on the highway, intercepting the Military convoy, which escorted his target.
The figure, dressed in overall black outfit, with a gun, tucked by the waist, and a black face mask, to his the identity of whoever it was.
The military vehicle in front halted, followed by others, and quickly Armed military men alighted taking cover beside the truck.
"Move aside" the man said and signalled with his finger.
"Kill him" A soldier ordered and immediately the found the trigger and fired at the man before them.
Effortlessly the figure leaped into the sky, and landed on the bonnet of the military vehicle, shattering the windscreen, he rolled over and swept a soldier off the ground and smacked his fist against his face, he rolled forward, dodging the bullets coming at him, grabbed the barrel of a gun, pulled it off the soldier's grip and smakced the butt on his face, he turned the gun around and sprayed mercilessly at the soldiers, dropping them dead.


The figure walked up to the white SUV jeep, which was guarded by the military vehicles, He opened the owners corner and pulled down the lanky looking man dressed in white agbada.
"I've warned you to call off the case" The masked man said and pushed the man against the car.
"Who are you? " the man asked with a shaky voice.
"Answer me, I do the questioning, why didn't you call off the case?"
"Justice, I was robbed off my hard earned money in broad daylight, these stupid politician thinks they are above everyone "
The masked man shaked his head and placed his hands on the man's shoulder, thick black fumes began emitting from the masked man hands, quickly crawling up his arm.
"You should have listened " the masked man said and pressed his palms tightly against the man's shoulder, making it give a cracking sound.
"Ahhh" the man muffled in pain
"Simple instruction, justice is dead, maybe alive, but it's far in this country" The masked man said and continued pressing his hand on the man's shoulder.
"You... Thhh... Iiiiink, I'll beg for mercy, kill me and let my soul hunt you"
The masked man grinned and smacked his fist against the man's face, dislocating the neck bones.
"Fool"

Chapter 6
A Vessel in the Making

Remi leaned on the wall of the living room and watched as Daniel finished up with treating the children.
Ever since the issue with Leviathan, Everyone had kept a low status, each of them blending back into the normal society, except for Daniel who dealt with the Time Realm, and strange creatures which was hidden to the normal human sight.
"Thank you for everything" Damilola said and stood up, expecting Daniel to do whatever he did that brought them here to also take them where they belonged.
"Am glad I witnessed something extraordinary " Martha said, and winced as She felt a sharp pain in her face.
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John opened the driver door of his Land Cruiser and pulled out his pistol, which he kept beside the gear box.
"Everytime you threaten me with a gun, and you think that will scare me off, find my son this very moment " His wife shouted, banging her fist on the car.
"I'll kill you and nothing, nobody will ever question my action" John shouted, pressing the barrel of his gun against his wife's forehead.
She gasped as He pressed the gun hard on her head, making her neck uncomfortable
"You better do, or else, get ready to explain to the whole world, how you managed to build this kind of wealth for yourself, corruption runs through you entire vein".
John bit his lips in regret, finding it impossible to control his anger, He smacked the butt of his pistol against her hear, sending Her straight to the floor.
She screamed loud in agony, and sprang up, and dipped her teeth into his right arm.
John winced in pain, pushing her off to the ground again, he cocked his gun and shot her in the stomach, without attending to her, he entered into his car and zoomed off.
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Two weeks Later

Damilola rolled on his bed, weeping uncontrollable, although He didn't have much motherly love from his late mother, Her being dead, felt like a huge part of him was ripped out from His body.
He tried as much as possible to calm himself, but the more he tried the more it looked harder and felt impossible.
"Dammy, I'm off to work, and I might no coming back in weeks, when I return, we will talk about your mother" His father's voice came from his door post.
Damilola raised his already swollen face and threw an object at the door.
"Don't worry, you'll get over it" His Father's voice said again.
After about an hour, Damilola stood up from his bed and walked to the living room, He could still remember vividly how His father didn't hesitate to shoot His mother on the leg, how he had done it, with no feeling of regret. He knew the story his father told the family members was pure and undiluted lie, He was certain his father pulled the trigger and no one else, or any political thug was involved.
But due to the nature of his job, everyone had no other option than to believe him.
"It's a world full of lies" Damilola said and wiped his tears off before going out of the house.
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John parked his car at the available parking space and alighted, He sighed and pulled off his dark glasses, and raised his head up, looking at the giant letters on the huge building, before walking in.
"Mr. John" A man dressed in plain white shirt and black trouser welcomed Him and led Him into the elevator.
"So, why the urgent call, Samson" John asked, watching Samson press a button in the elevator.
"Well, you are the only one we could think of, and this is just a gift to appreciate you for all your job well done for us. " Samson replied smiling.
"Talk"
Samson pulled his shirt by the edge and moved his head about.
"Leviathan, the underground movement, they came up with some kind of syndrome, and you are the one I can think of"
John swiftly turned around, grabbed Samson by the collar and jammed him against the wall of the elevator
"You are nicely inviting me to be a lab test " John thundered and pulled out his gun, and placed the barrel under Samson's jaw
"John, listen to me, this is more than a lab test, John, please" Samson begged already sweating profusely.
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Damilola opened the school gate and walked in heading straight to his class, getting to the hall way, He met the Principal. It was the normal routine of the Principal, to always move about, when classes was on his sole aim to catch and punish wanderers who had no specific reason to be out of class.
The School had about twenty classroom blocks, each having nothing less than ten huge and well spaced class, five on the left and right row, each facing each other.
"Dammy, why are you in school, by this time, and even without the proper dress code? " The Principal asked calmly, unlike his usual strict form.
"Nobody home, and I thought the best place to come was here"
"Hmm, we heard about your mother's death, and we are truly sorry the staff decided to pay a visit after school hour today"
"It's of no need Sir, since my Dad is not home and I'm here already" Damilola replied, faking a smile.
"Alright get to class, and be calm alright"
Chapter 7
A Test Subject

Damilola opened the door to his room, noticing something usual, He signalled Martha to stop.
"What's wrong? "
Damilola looked back at Martha and pushed the door open
"Nothing, just that it takes long before the door comes open" Damilola replied and walked in.
Damilola moved aside, allowing Martha to come in, Her coming here wasn't what he planned but She had invited on coming along, so as to help him with the little She could, laundry and most importantly aiding him in cooking, since Is mother was no more.
She heaved, looking round the huge and massive living room, the graffiti painting on the wall, alone was enough to blow ones mind.
"Wow" Marty said and made herself comfortable on the soft cushion chair.
"What's wow" Damilola asked, returning from the kitchen with a bottle water and a glass cup.
"I've, you know, I live in a two bedroom flat, so" Martha said shyly
"But still your Parents could still afford such expensive school, you're rich" Damilola said trying to make Martha fell comfortable
"Well, that's still unexplainable " Martha replied with a smile on her face and received the cup from Damilola.
A painting on the wall suddenly fell to the ground, which startled Martha, unconsciously jumping to her feet. She heaved with relieve and looked at Damilola, who wasn't surprised, Damilola smiled and walked towards the painting to pick it up, just then the television screen broke into pieces.
"Now that's weird " Martha said, feeling unease.
Damilola tried composing himself, although it was obvious he was really scared, if not more than Martha.
The glass cup suddenly rised from the table and hit against Martha's head, making her instantly unconscious.

"Martha" Damilola screamed as he watched her fell on the chair.
Attempting to get closer to her, He felt a strong unforeseen hand pull him by the leg, and without any struggle, he lost balance and fell to the ground, which followed next by a hard hit against his face.
Damilola groaned in as he fell to the ground, already exhausted, he slowly closed his eyes.




John closed the door of the jeep,and waved at whoever was in it as it disappeared into the distance, He smiled and opened the brown envelope with him, glad at the content it contained, John dipped it into his pocket and walked towards his car, inserting the key into the key hole of his car, his phone vibrated
"This better be business" He said to himself, as he hastily retrieved his phone from his back pocket.
"Hello" He said and paused for a long while.
His eyes widened as the person on the other end spoke, quickly he opened the door of his car, still having the phone to his ear.
"Samson, if anything happens to my son, you'll see the sun tomorrow, I swear to God" John shouted angrily and threw the phone on the dashboard, and quickly ignited his car.
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Damilola unconscious body was laid on a hospital bed, and was tightly strapped to the bed metallic frame, while Martha was also laid beside him.
A lady walked into the lab, accompanied by three men and Samson, She removed her dark glasses and tapped her heels on the ground in a rhythmic pattern, Her overall green gown, matching perfectly with her dark complexion.
"In the absence of Crocodile " The lady said and blew the gum in her mouth.
"John had always think himself invisible, it's just of way of making him get the clear message that, you don't work with Leviathan and still please the devil, Belzeebub and Lucifer still works together " Samson said, and folded his hands together into each other.
"It's just a 10% chance this syndrome will work out" A man in blue shirt and brown trouser said, staring at Damilola, then to Martha.
"Start the process, we shouldn't delay anything"
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John recklessly overtook a taxi and turned the steering, taking a quickly turn to the right, He grabbed his phone and dividing his attention into two, concentrating on the driving and at the same time handling his phone, He dialed Samson's number, impatiently waiting for Samson to pick up.
"Christ" John shouted, dropped his phone and pulled the hand brake of the car, turning the steering in order to gain control, so as to avoid colliding with the mobile food vendor before Him.
He listened as Samson's number rang, hoping he would answer his call.
"Bodies will drop" John said angrily and pushed the gear of the car forward.
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John alighted his car quickly and slammed the door, and ran towards the door that lead to Samson's company's reception hall.
"Where is Samson? " John asked the lady, at the reception desk.
"Do you have an appointment with him? "
"CHRIST! " John shouted and slammed his palm on the desk "Do I look like a stranger here, or is this the first time seeing me here? " John asked angrily.
"Sir, it just protocol"
John muffled and brought out his gun and cocked it
The girl gasped, as fear gripped her and quickly placed a call
"Sir, Detective John is around, he wants to see you"
The girl quickly hanged up and gulped hard
"He asked you to come to Alagbaka, he said you know where to find him there" The Girl said and wiped sweat off her face.
John sighed and without wasting time he dashed out of the building.


Damilola opened his eyes as a syringe pulled out from his arm, he groaned and tried moving but felt restriction, He tilted his head to the right and saw Martha laying on a � talk bed few inches away from him. He looked at the man dressed in a lab coat and covering his nose with a medical nose mask, holding a syringe in his hand and another lady holding a medical tray, standing next to the man.
The door came open and Samson walked in, having a stern look on his face
"Halt the process, His father is just coming to his right sense" Samson said
"Sir, the girl, She didn't make it" The man said, pointing to Martha
"Dispose her"
Damilola opened his eyes widely, knowing they were referring to Martha
"Hey, what have you done to her?" Damilola asked, trying to free himself from the bed.
"I owe you no explanation " Samson replied and walked out.

John ignore the traffic light, and drove recklessly, luckily avoiding collision with a farm truck, but not without a deep scratch on the body of his car, He sighed and pushed the gear forward and stepped on the accelerator, overtaking a car.
He drifted his car, facing a black gate which had a lion carving on both sides of the gate halves.
"Open up" John said and angrily blared the horn of his car.
Soon the gate came open by itself and John drove his car in recklessly, bashing the gate, he alighted his car, leaving the door open, he ran up to the door of the huge building. Entering into the living room, John walked towards the wall, and pushed his hand on it. The wall opened like a door, Samson standing on the other end, with three huge body guards by his sides.
"Where is my son? "
Samson nodded his head in disapproval and took a deep breath
"I see you are ready to comply, your son is alright, the process was halted, follow me"
Damilola fell to the ground, feeling weak and exhausted, two body guard pulled him up by the arm and draggedhim out of the room.
"Where is Martha? " Damilola managed to say, but his voice was faint.
The guards ignored his question and sat him on an armed chair. The door before them came opened, and John walked in, seeing his son, he quickly ran up to him, kneeling before him.
"Dammy are you alright? " John asked, using his right hand to pull Damilola's face up
John studied his son and flared up in anger
"His pupils are dilated, what have you done to him?" John asked angrily and attempted to attack Samson, but was sent to the ground, by a heavy punch from one of the body guard.
"You came to your senses late, he is strong, he should survive the main process was not yet injected into his blood stream"
"Argh" John groaned and slowly pulled himself up
"Let me tell you what this is, this was supposed to be a cure for Ebola, but somehow it was tweaked, seeing this the British Government ordered the product be halted, and destroyed, but the maker saw an opportunity and sent the last samples to Libya, where our correspondent brought it here to Nigeria, since this country is a dumping ground, our quest for more power is what is making us do this, and you John is the perfect subject " Samson said
"Take him to the lab" Samson ordered the guards who wasted no time in roughly picking John from the ground.

Chapter 4
The Ghost and The Traveller

Damilola made himself comfortable by the window seat of the school bus, which would be taking them on excursion, this year he had decided to move along, and also another reason was because he already someone he could talk to.
"Ghost "
Damilola looked up to his right and there, Martha was making herself comfortable on the seat next to him.
He smirked and looked out through the window, as teachers also made preparation before boarding the bus.
"What made you change your mind? " Martha asked and placed her bag on her leg.
"Nothing much, just felt like going this time around"
Martha raised her eyebrows and widened her lips
"I actually convinced the teachers, so technically I organized it"
"Good for you"
"At least try and pass a good compliment, it won't kill you" Martha lamented and decided to keep mute.
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John brought out his pistol and sniffed the barrel, then exhaled, before him was a man tied to the ceramic center table in the huge living room, a woman and a little girl also tied and laid facing down.
"You were warned to pull out of the race, and what did you do?, you want to act as a Messiah? " John said, pacing round the room, while the woman wailed silently.
"Aren't you suppose to protect the less privilege, see what you turned out to, a political messenger" the man said boldly and spitted to the ground.
"Don't judge me, if you are not in my shoes, have you seen how dark the nation is, no ammunition, no vehicle to go on emergency, stupid salary being paid and still not steady, I'll do anything to survival" John said and cocked his gun.
"In your next life, you'll learn to listen to simple instruction" John said and grabbed a pillow on the chair, walked closer to the man with the barrel of the gun tightly pinned to the pillow and he pulled the trigger.
"And you, well you've seen me, so " John said and shot the lady and her child.
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Damilola inserted his ear piece into his ear, and relaxed his head on the seat, trying as much as possible to get himself free from Martha's constant questions which was beginning bore him.
"Keep up with the snubs" Martha said and cleared her throat.
Speaking with Damilola seemed like She was craving for his attention, which She had to put in check, he was just to heart hardened for her sake, She sighed and stood up from her seat, also looking at the grasses on both side of the road as thr bus moved without any hindrance.
"Martha, Ghost has successfully ghosted you" A fat boy said from the last seat in the bus, which threw everyone into laughter.
"Mind your business" Martha replied and sat back angrily.

The front tyre of the bus, suddenly busted and instantly it shredded into pieces, the shock jolted Rhone right into reality, few instantly creeping into their heart. Damilola pulled off his ear piece, and held tight to the seat before him, while Martha held tight to him.
The driver, tried controlling the steering, to balance the bus, stepping on breaks, then realized the brakes were already faulty, the more he tried to struggle the more he lost it.
The bus, somersaulted, rolling over and stop abruptly, sending huge piece of metal into the highway, and spillage of Blood all around the road.
A Lexus car stopped some distance away from the wrecked bus, and a man quickly alighted and pulled of his glasses, revealing his eyes which were tightly closed like he was blind.
"No evil shall pass my sight, vengeance if of God and I am his instrument" The man said as a golden staff with green orb on the tip formed in his hand.
Right where the wrecked bus was, was a huge minster, looking horrible, having two tails behind, an abnormal urge chest and long arms. The creature leaped about happily as it rolled in the blood that flowed out from the bus.
The man, squinted his eyes, taking aim at the creature, and a green fireball shot out from the staff, hitting the creature hard and sending it to the floor, the creature snarled and scrambled into the bush.
The staff faded off the man's hand as he ran up to the bus, getting to the boss, which had all its four wheel facing up.
"Are you okay? " a voice said straining, as another feminine voice whimper in pain.
The man placed his hands in an opening on the bus and ripped it apart, making a wide opening.
"Here, grab my hands" the man said to Martha, and carefully pulled her out of the bus, then Damilola.
The wind suddenly went cold, as cold whisper filled the air.
"We have to get to the hospital, get in my car" The man said and followed behind Damilola and Martha, supporting them with his hands.
A loud rattling noise, came from the bush, getting their attention.
"I knew they would come back" the man said and gently pulled the kids behind.
"Who? " Damilola asked.
"Them" the man said and the golden staff appeared in his hands.
"Stay behind me"
Damilola and Martha found it hard to comprehend all what happened within that short moment. The man grinned as a green ball shot out from the staff colliding with an unforeseen force, which resulted in a huge blast.
The man grinned and hit the bottom of his staff on the ground, making a portal form before them.
"Get in"
Without any hesitation, Martha ran in first, leaving Damilola with no option than to follow.






















Chapter 5
The Traveller

John paced found his room, constantly looking at his phone, while his wife was seated on the chair, looking restless.
It's being two days since the accident, with only Damilola and Martha being the only people missing, which had sparked up different theories, while some believed, the bus was ambushed and two of the kidnapped and was made to look like an accident, others came up with the theory that they had been killed by strange creatures.
"Hello Constable" John said as he quickly answered his phone.
"What do you mean no lead, my son has being kidnapped, get in touch with Senator Ebuka and tell him he has to return the favor he owes me" John shouted angrily and hanged up his phone.
"Hmm, you see my words are coming to pass" John's wife said and began shaking her leg.
"What do you mean? " John paused his pacing and turned around facing his wife, looking annoyed.
"I told you to stop illegal deal, you are a bad egg in the police, now see, the only way they could think of getting back to you is kidnapping your son, our son to teach you a lesson"
John bit his lips, as the words left a painful impact on his heart.
"Don't go there woman" John shouted in reply and walked out of the living room.

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Damilola sat next to Martha in the huge living room they all ran into from the portal, which quickly shut behind them as the man ran out last, making a soft noise.
"I'll have to check you guys up, and make sure you're okay, before getting you back to where you belong" the man said and removed his glasses and pulled off his suit, leaving his blue collar shirt on.
Martha looked at Damilola with her eyes wide opened, hoping all She witnessed was a dream, the only time She had ever came about something familiar were in stories or fictional movies.
Damilola looked back at her, as blank as He could be, and focused on the man, returning back to them with a first aid kit.
"So, Huhn, where were you all going to? " The man asked as he gently cleaned the blood on Martha's face, with a cotton wool
"Excursion to a wide life park" Damilola replied and helped himself to a piece of cotton wool.
"It's a miracle you both are alive" the man said and sniffed into the air.
Damilola fixed his gaze on the man's face, his eyes were totally closed, like it was glued together, which literally means he should be blind and unable to see, but there he was doing and moving about.
"You think am blind, well to the ordinary human I am, but I see clearly, strange things happens" The man replied as he grabbed a methylated spirit from the first aid box.
"Who are you? " Martha asked
The man held Martha's arm firmly, as he prepared to apply the spirit on her wound.
"I'm Daniel by name, once a Doctor, am also known as The Traveller" The man replied, with a smile on his face.
"It's you, my Dad talked about some kind of superhuman and stuffs, but it was confidential" Damilola said, waiting patiently for his turn to apply the spirit.
"If you Dad is a police, a detective, he should know about that, the government made it died down, and secretly hunting people like us" Daniel replied and moved towards Damilola.
"Just too much to comprehend, you kids have known enough" Daniel replied.
The door that led to the living room, came open, drawing their attention to Ann (Read The Traveller) , who didn't notice anyone, She leaned on the door, after locking it, raised her head up and sighed out loudly, with tears running down her cheeks.
"Dan, where are you"
"Right here" Daniel replied, which sent Ann into a startled mode, since She wasn't expecting anyone, not even Daniel to be in the room.
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"I have been to Remi's home, searching for you, how dare you leave me" Ann barked loudly and angrily, dropping her hand bag to the ground and walked towards Daniel
"Easy am back, these kids needs to get back home, they got whacked by some kind of Blood sucking demon" Daniel said and carefully dropped a blood filled wool on the floor.
Ann looked at the children and sighed, trying to calm herself, and also to sound reasonable
"This is the kind of stuff Remi gets to handle, you're just a time traveller, Remi has lived more than a hundred generation, so he should know about this" Ann said and walked towards the first aid box and handed a plaster to Daniel.
"I've thought about it, help me get in touch with him"
Damilola widened his lips, trying to comprehend the strange terms Ann used, time traveler, lived more than a hundred generation, surely there was more to life than he thought.
While Martha only got more interested, realizing the fictions were actually real.
"Remi, I'll need you to come around, please it's urgent".
Before Ann could drop her phone on the table, the door bell rang.
"He is here, COME IN"

Chapter 2
A Bullet to the Leg

Damilola opened the gate and walked into the compound, seeing his fathers Highlander jeep, and his mother's land cruiser, he knew another round of heated argument was going on, just then he heard his mother screamed out loud.
Damilola quickly dashed towards the door, pulled the knob and discovered the door was locked, he ran to the back yard of the compound and pulled the door that led to the kitchen, luckily it was opened, He quickly entered into the kitchen and made his way to the living room, where his mother's voice was coming from.
"That illegal business is what is bringing money into this house" his father shouted and slapped his wife on the head and pulled her roughly to the ground with her hairs.
His mother struggled up to her feet and laid her teeth on his father's hand, he slapped her hard and brought out his pistol.
Damilola, stood fixed to one position, they never saw him Standing where he was, since they were all concerned with their fight.
"If you know your name is Anibijuwon John, pull that trigger, you'll kill me today" His mother shouted and slapped his father in the face.
"So you think I'm joking" John replied and pulled the trigger, right at her right leg.
"Ahhhhhhhh" his mother shouted and fell to the ground, as blood oozed freely from her leg, she rolled from one end to the other in pains.
John threw his gun on the table and hurriedly knelt down beside his wife, shaking on all part of his body, with tears dropping from his eyes.
"Am sorry love, it wasn't on purpose, let me tie something around it and get you to the hospital" he said and turned around to find solution, then he saw Damilola standing right at the kitchen's entrance, with shock written all over his face.
"Come here and help" He shouted and placed his hands on the wound.

The next day which was a Friday, Martha looked at her wrist watch and saw it was already forty minute past eight, She knew Damilola was a late comer, buy he was never this late, She stood up and walked to the front of class and draw everyone's attention to her.
"Who knows why Damilola is not around? " She asked.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and paid close attention to her, why was she asking if the silent ghost in the class.
"Like I care, even while he was in class, no one felt his presence" Someone said from the end of the class, which got everyone into laughter.

Martha sighed and went straight to the student log book, which was neatly placed on a shelf in the class and opened it. She ran her finger through the list and stopped at Damilola's name, she retrieved her phone and dialled his mobile number.

Damilola raised his head, from where he laid it beside his mother, who was on the sick bed, her leg bounded tight and hanged up. The knock that woke him up came again, only this time much harder than the former.
"Come in" Damilola replied and watched as the door knob turned.
Martha came in alone, holding tight to a black polythene bag, She smiled at Damilola and dropped the nylon on the shelf, which was beside the bed.
"I wasn't expecting any visitor, and I never told you to come " Damilola said and placed back his head, beside his mother.
"Is that a way to treat a friend? " His mother's voice came at him, but weakly.
Martha felt humiliated and clicked her tongue and turned around to leave.
"what's your name, I never knew Dammy had a friend " Damilola's mother said, and tried adjusting herself on the bed.
"Martha Ma, Dammy told me you fell from the stairs, hope you are doing better" Martha asked, with a complimentary smile.
"Hmm, yes, it's getting better, how long have you being friend with this block head? "
"Just yesterday he paid my transport fare" Martha replied and looked at Damilola who gave her a cold stare.
"I see, give him time, when next will you come to visit, you can check at home, 34 Drive Way"
Damilola pinched his mother lightly, and got a hit on the hand in return, with a cold look.
"I like her already, please follow Damilola home, I need to change into some clean clothes" Damilola's mother said and smiled at Martha, "Please let me see you before you leave" She said again.

Damilola smirked at Martha and the waited the next bus, he ignored her stare and looked on the busy road. Not long a smoky danfo, with a faded yellow color, stopped beside them and Damilola waited for Martha to get in before he did.
"Oya pay ya money for there o, e wole Pelu change o" The conductor said, supporting himself with his back, against the top part of the door.
Damilola brought out a five hundred naira note and passed it to the driver.
"Shuu, I no get change o" the conductor said and passed the money back.
"That's all I have"
The conductor looked angrily at him and collected back the money, while grumbling.
"For two "
While on their journey, a loud voice came from the back, which got majority of the passengers angry.
"Praise the Lord somebori" The lady said, having a blue head tie around her head, and a huge Bible which she raised up, as she shouted.
"I bring the word of God to you, this afternoon, you see my brethren, this world is full of wicked, this word you see, people just envy you for no reason... "
"na so, my sister, for no reason o" A man said from the front.

Anibijuwon John, Damilola's father, entered into his office and shakes hands with the pot bellied man, dressed in a pure blue Ankara, with costly fashion designs on it.
"My honorable " John greeted, with warm heart and sat down.
"Thats me, see, I have brought your blessing for a job well done, you know doing a bank transfer will bring unwanted attention" The man said and placed a briefcase on the table and opened it.
John, rubbed his hands together, feeling satisfied with the content in it, he closed it hastily.
"Chief, Cheif, I just like doing business with you sha, hope the bodies were cleared without trace" John asked with a stern face.
"Trust me, let me get going, I'll get back to you ehn" The man said and stood up, made a salute and hastily went out.

Chapter 3
Forced to Mix

The following week, Damilola got dressed up as usual, luckily this morning, everywhere was calm and his father proving unnecessary niceness to his mother, ever since she had been discharge from the hospital.
Damilola headed straight to the dining table and sat to eat his breakfast before he left for school.
"Dammy" His father called at him and beckoned him to come over to the living room.
Damilola quickly suspended what he was doing and walked to the living room, his mother was seated on one of the three sisters, having her band aid leg, on the table, while his father stood before her.
"I'll be away for days, probably months, police business, and I want you to take real good of your mom" John said and patted Damilola on the shoulder calmly.
"Yes dad" Damilola replied coldly.
His father sighed, he knew, he was emotionally far from his son, while he was busy taking care of his said business, but all the way, he son was suppose to be a man.
"We will talk when I get back "

Mide entered into the classroom, this time, he came early which came as a surprise to majority of the classroom, getting to where his desk was, he noticed a strange desk beside him, since it affected him in no way, he passed through and sat on his chair, and hanged his school bag on the chair.
Martha ran into the classroom and banged her hands on the desk be fo reach her drawing everyone's attention.
"Ahaha, Wetyn happen? " the girl who owned the desk shouted angrily.
Martha looked at her and returned her attention back to the entire class.
"I already sort out the football class list, and I have your names, and the squad is complete, preliminary test will begin in about twenty minutes " Martha said and opened the note book on her hand.
"James Folawe, Ayorinde Babs, Itunu Arogundade, Uche Miracle, Samuel Eze...." She called in as excitement was boldly written on everyone's face.
".....and Anibijuwon Damilola Dray" Martha called out the last name
Damilola raised up his head in shock and stared at Martha, who only smiled and walked out of the class.
"I no go gree o, which levels na " A lanky boy shouted and banged his hands on the table loudly.
"How ghost go dey the list, and I am being exempted" The boy said in disapproval and ran out of the class after Martha.
The electric bell rang, and instantly, everyone began walking out of the class, right to the football field

Damilola went into the school locker room, among others and changed into the goalkeeper's jersey, while others were chatting among themselves, he got changed and went back to the field.
The school field, which was another land entire, located at the back of the school, was wide enough to accommodate, all eleven players on both sides, and even more, the spectator's stand could also accommodate about a hundred pupils.

The full team players on both sides, came out while Damilola's teammates were dressed in white Jersey top and black shorts, the others were dressed in both red Jersey top and short.
The selection process, was to select the School's senior team, since their former players would be preparing for their final exams.
Martha ran into the field and headed for Damilola who was standing by the left pole.
"I placed you on number 7, why are you here? " She questioned, going through the jotter with her.
"I never wanted this on the first place, you persuaded me to, I like it here" Damilola replied angrily.
"Martha, Oya gbeff comot oo" The referee shouted and blew his whistles loudly at her.
Martha sneezed, and raised her head up, and smiled at Damilola before running off the field.
The game immediately began, with the opposition, taking the first pass, cheering from the crowd and beating of the drum only made Damilola more tensed amd nervous, the opposition easily breaking the midfield and giving successful and brilliant passes, till the broke the defense, the last defender, ran forward in the box eighteen and gave a slide tackle, but the one with the ball, stopped the ball, and passed it to his team mate who ran up to him, the boy used all his power, and gave the ball a fierce hit, which sent it to the top right corner of the goal post.
Damilola dived after the ball, using the last tip of his fingers to push the ball over the net to a corner.
Everybody went wild, with happiness, at the brilliant save from Damilola. Two of his team mates ran up to him and rubbed his head, while others gave him a brief handshake, and each manning their opposition in the box for the corner kick.
The kick came, and Damilola dived into the air, and grabbed the ball before anyone could go for a header, and Del on his side to the ground, covering the ball with his body.
Martha shouted with joy from where she was, and ran in different direction, the teachers gave a loud applaud to Damilola, seeing the raw talent he possessed.

The half time came to an end, each team going out of the field for a brief rest, with the score board still being nil on both side, but the possession and ball on target wasn't in favour of Damilola's team.
While a teacher was giving them a brief talk and adjustment tactics, Damilola knew what the teacher was saying was totally wrong. Damilola raised up his hand, and spoke when the teacher told him to proceed.
"The problem is not with the defense, it's the formation, Simon and Jesse, are much huge than thier defense, an added advantage if they are put on top strike, with five midfielders, and three defenders" Damilola said, and caught everyone by surprise.
The school ghost was actually a geni, with father argument, the adjustment Damilola made was implemented.
The second half really was in favour of the Damilola's team, as their opponents found it difficult to break through the midfield, which frustrated them and made them resort to an outside strike, which Damilola made sure he caught them, and gave a pass to the nearest man, so the ball could be arranged.
In the seventy eight minute, Damilola's team threw in the first goal, and in ten minutes from then, another one went in again, using the advantage of their opponents tiredness.

The fans ran into the field, and ran towards Damilola and lifted him high into the air, Damilola in his entire life, till then, hasn't felt such love, for the first time, he had a smile on his face.
The principal, mounted the podium, and gave a speech commending both teams, and their efforts, and another series on praise on Damilola
"The man of the match award goes to our able goalie, and also we would like to tell you our first senior eleven has being Choosen, Damilola's team, are all chosen, with him being the captain, that's a special offer from the game master" The principal said and when he was through he alighted the podium and everyone disbanded and back to other school activities.
Damilola sat on his seat, and was surprised Martha was the one who had her desk next to him, soon everyone gathered around him, which made him lively, he felt like something was filled in him, well no one knew he could relate well, with great humor.
Martha sat on her seat and hit Damilola on the arm.
"And they perfectly fit each other" A girl said, which threw everyone into laughter.

GOD HAND

From Prime Insane Universe
Written by: Olusegun Ayomide Shedrach.
www.iuprime..com
www.mideshedrach@gmail.com

Introduction
Damilola woke up again to the horrible noise of his parents, as much as he wished it would end, it was already a daily routine, hardly was there any morning his parents would not quarrel or raise their voice against each other. He laid still on his bed, and listened as they argued, his father is a police man, a detective, who was very successful, he had three houses to his name, numerous cars, and they all lived comfortable, but the reason his mother fought every morning was still odd to him.

He raised from his bed and went into the bathroom to bath and prepare for school, his room was well set, a well furnished wardrobe, a bathroom, nice interior design, a cushion chair, a television set, a PS4, but yet his life was somewhat empty, the parental love he wanted dearly was lacking.

CHAPTER 1
Happiness is Far

Damilola descended down the stairs, already prepared for school, ignoring his parents who raised their voices in each other, he got to the kitchen and right there he had his breakfast, by the time he was through, his father had already left for work.
"Your father will never listen" his mother said, well that was her daily statement after the quarrel, which was not new to Damilola.
He stared at his mother who was already busy, cleaning up the kitchen and the same time grumbling inaudible words.
"Am off" He said and walked out of the kitchen.

His mother was a woman with a very bright career, she had a cloth and cosmetics store, which was very popular, and had lot of patronage, still in her late thirties, one would think She was around age 25 or so, since she maintained herself.
Damilola arrived school late, already the first period, he walked straight to his seat, which was positioned at the very end of the class, in a class of twenty, he had no one to call a friend, well he didn't bother, since the boring life was what he actually wanted.

He brought out his sketchpad, since he considered the class boring, and it would take another hour before the class was over, he reached for his mathematical set and retrieved a pencil and began to make sketches on it.
A hand suddenly pulled off the sketchpad from him, he looked up and saw it was Mr. Duro the History teacher, Damilola quickly looked away and returned the pencil into the mathematical set.
"You've started again" Mr. Duro said with less concern and spanked Damilola on the head, and tore the sketchpad into pieces and threw it before him.
"Next time, it won't be funny" Mr Duro said and walked back to the board.
Damilola felt all eyes were on him, and he couldn't contain the humiliation he got from the history teacher.

The day looked so slow, at last the bell finally rang to signify the end of the class for the day. Damilola quickly packed up his belongings and walked out of the class.
"Damilola" A girl called him, before he could exit the class,he turned around and saw the class captain walking towards him.
He moved aside, allowing others walk out of the class.
"Your test, you failed again" Martha, the class captain said with concern in her tone.
"It's not new" Damilola replied and attempted to leave.
"Hey, wait, I see how, you try to avoid people, making them think you are bad, I get it, but, well, you have to upgrade your scores, and you know it's implications" Martha said.
Damilola gave no reply and looked away, the only thing he needed now was silence, which he was being denied of.
"Won't you reply" the annoying voice said out again
"See, you know nothing about me, I like the way I am" Damilola replied and dropped his bag, on the locker desk beside him
"I may not be right, but I know, you are thinking solitude is good for you, I lost my mom, while I was seven, my brother to cancer at age 5, I lost my dad to alcohol, the Man keeps wallowing in self pity, I created my own happiness, and am sure you haven't faced half of what I faced " Martha replied and handed him his score sheet.
"Everyone needs to be happy, and happiness is free" She said and walked out of the classroom.
Damilola sighed and also walked out of the classroom, he knew what Martha said was almost true, if not true, he needed to be happy, since his family was in disarray finding it elsewhere was what he thought to be impossible.
He and Martha boarded the same public transport, sitting beside each other.
"Hey, money for front " the bus conductor said with his thick musky voice, which he obviously made bold to pass his order.
Damilola, reached for his pocket and handed a hundred naira note to the conductor
"Na for two be dat" Damilola said and leaned his head on the window.
"Thank you" Martha said and smiled at him.
Damilola, only looked at her and nodded his head affirmatively and leaned his head back on the window.

Damilola alighted the bus, and glanced at Martha, who waved and smiled at him, he ignored her wave and walked off, even before the bus could take off.
"You and ya boyfriend dey fight ni? " the conductor said, revealing his burnt teeth, and sat on the empty space beside Martha.
"Oga face your business o, abi Wetyn concern you? " She said and shrugged her body.
The conductor hissed and clinched tight to the naira notes folded in his hand.
"Dat one na Your Own double wahala, come maka, may I teach you tactics".

Chapter Nine
138 Years Ago (1st Year)
Jonathan sat among the crowd and admired Vivian where she stood among various exhibition artist, it finally got to her turn, She carefully took of the nylon wrap around the large frame of the picture and raised it up before the judges.
"This art tells about the life and torment in hell, it portrays the pain we have to put up with everyday, it portrays the deepest secrets we can't tell anyone, its portrays the challenges and tribulations we hid behind our glowing skin" Vivian said boldly.
A judge slowly stood up and used her handkerchief to wipe her tears
"That is astonishing" Another judge said and stood up.
"In years, I haven't seen something so real"
Vivian took a bow and gave room to the next contestant.

Present

Angel relaxed her back, sitting by the window side of the Tea Shop, She picked up her phone, just then she saw Clara standing at the entrance of the shop.
"Over here" Angel shouted and waved at Clara.
Clara sighed and settled herself down, she quickly placed an order for iced tea, She removed her dark glasses and smiled at Angel.
"So what is bringing us together, I'm sure it's not business" Clara said and smiled
"Pardon me, it's about your former partner, Jonathan "
Clara giggled and tried controlling the laughter building up in her
"What's up about him? "
"The last story I brought down, that has also increased my batch, to a level of respect.. "
"Yeah, soon you'll overtake me and you know, you become top notch, and you're sent on every case"
Angel heaved and shaked her head in disagreement
"That's not what I mean, Jonathan, who is he? "
A waitress arrived pushing a trolley and stood before Clara
"Your orders Ma" She said and dropped a chilled jug on the table and a mug cup
"Thank you" Clara said and waited till the girl was gone
"What's up with him"
"The human butcher, slit his throat, and ripped off the throat completely, and suddenly he came back alive" Angel said, with her eyes wide opened.
"Your interview with him, An Interview with the devil, how true is it? "
Clara dropped the cup and sighed, She studied Angel's reaction and saw the confusion in it, how she yawned for answers, for once she felt envy, she felt like smacking the jug on her head, she quickly waved the thought and relaxed her mind, Jonathan wasn't worth it.
"That interview was just publicity stunt, you know how the media works, people needs something to believe and I needed to top my game" Clara said and drank from the cup.
"You are hiding something and we both know it, as for Jonathan, I'll handle that " Angel said and angrily grabbed her back and walked out.

Jonathan rised up from dust and stood before a beautiful gate, completely made of gold, the wonderful musical sound he was hearing lifted his soul, the voices sang so beautiful, he felt his soul lifted. He turned around to the galloping of horses behind him, looking at the riders, dressed in pure white robes, thier faces shining like the sun.
"Jonathan, you are found worthy, enter into the eternal blessing of your master " All of them chorused loudly, the voice echoing around.
"You are worthy, youve found your worst distraction "
Jonathan kept mute but still his joy was not hidden
The angles suddenly disappeared, and from afar, Jonathan saw three dwarves running at him, suddenly the ground cracked.
Jonathan gasped and opened his eyes, he placed his hands on his neck and saw it was healed already.
"Good, they won't still let me die in peace" Jonathan said and heard Angel's screamed.

The lady banged Angels' face on the table and grabbed the knife
"Useless journalist poking nose into others business" The lady said and smashed Angel's camera on the ground.
"Hey, hope I'm not late for the party " Jonathan said from behind .
Angel's heart skipped, her mind already having more than a million thought.
"So you are the one Hell Keeper talked about" the lady said and raised the knife up
Angel saw the chance and ran out of the room.
The lady dashed at Jonathan, who caught her by the arm and broke it.
The door flinged open and three Policemen ran in, and apprehended the lady. Jonathan saw Angel standing far off and sighed, taking the first step, Angel dashed off and quickly boarded a cab.
Jonathan picked the knife and used it to cut himself only to see it had no effect
"You're my weakness"

Jonathan sneezed and immediately had a running nose, he followed behind Angel, Angel felt odd seeing the human parts butchered on the table, dead babies hanging from the top, bowls directly beneath them collecting the drop of blood from them.
"Whoever this is, he is really doing the work of he that sent him" Jonathan said
Angel scanned through the pictures she already took, already having enough evidence, She pulled Jonathan backward
"Let's go, I'll get this to the right place and investigation can go on"
Jonathan placed his hand on her mouth as a loud clanging sound came from the room before them.
Jonathan and Angel quickly knelt down, hiding under one of the tables, they both held their breath, as a feminine leg came out of the room, the print of the shoe fully covered with blood.
"Hello, this is Hell Keeper, I have your orders ready" the girl said and dropped something on the table.
Jonathan carefully crawled out of the table behind the girl and swiftly punched her on the neck.
"Argh!! " Jonathan screamed out in pain "What the hell is wrong with me? "
The lady groaned in pain and turned around facing Jonathan, the apron on her body, fully stained with blood, She strecthed her hand and held the knife on the table without taking her eye off him.
"Who are you? " She asked and grinned approaching Jonathan
"Let's do proper introduction, I am Jonathan, I changed my name two weeks ago to Darkness, so you........."
Before Jonathan could finish his statement, the girl drove the knife into his neck. She roughly drove the knife to the left on Jonathan's neck and then to the right, before driving out his throat.
Jonathan eyes widened, trying to talk, blood gushed out from his throat.
Angel muffed and let out a loud scream, and immediately ran out from hiding and dashed towards th stairway.

Jonathan walked round the scene of the crime incident. A man and a lady,laying in their pool of blood, with their chest opened and heart missing. He watched as Angel moved about with he'd camera hanging on her neck, taking different angles as She snapped the bodies.
"Hope you're enjoying her? " Clara's voice came from behind
Jonathan smiled and turned around
"And hope you've given him the hottest style this morning?" Jonathan replied and giggled.
Clara muffed and clicked her tongue
"Jonathan why are you doing this? "
"What does is look like I'm doing?, you started it first "
"Don't get matters complicated, both of us can't be in love"
Jonathan felt rage and banged his fist on his car, he let out a loud cry at the painful impact and watched as his hand bleed.
"How? " He asked in surprise
"Do you bleed? " Clara asked also
"It's strange, I feel human"
Angel walked up to them and greeted Clara warmly and turned to Jonathan
"I think there is a lead, My Detective friend gave me a lead, although it's likely to be a dead end" Angel said and smiled.
"Alright , see you later " Jonathan said to Clara and entered into his car.

Jonathan drove his car and carelessly drifted taking a sharp turn.
"Jonathan" Angel giggled and banged her hand on the dashboard "That was fun" She said and alighted
She opened the door before her, having an ABBATIOR inscription written on it, carefully opening it, the came into a large hall, having three wide tables and dried meat hanging from the ceiling.
"What are we supposed to be looking for? " Jonathan asked Angel who was busy snapping the room.
"It seems like a dead end" Angel said and faced Jonathan who was already urinating on the floor
"Jeez, what are you? "
"I feel good, I haven't urinated in almost hundred years " Jonathan said and sighed relief
Angel smirked and noticed Jonathan's urine was flowing into the ground, through a tiny opening. She walked before Jonathan standing inches away, so his urine won't touch her
"I'm available, we can prepare the table" Jonathan said and smiled still urinating.
"move back"
Angel opened a round cover, perfectly sealed with the ground, revealing a stair way
"Jonathan, you might be good for me" She said and looked at Jonathan's manhood
"That's huge "
"I love compliment, come on, we have a killer to nab"
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138 Years Ago
Vivian ushered Jonathan into her home, a two bedroom apartment, with a large living room, a family portrait on the wall, and other art works, that alone can be Jonathan a lovely impression about Vivian
"Nice art, you did them yourself? " Jonathan asked looking around.
Vivian smiled and opened her fridge, She brought out a canned food and a wine
"Yes, I'm making exhibition " Vivian replied and walked towards the dining table " Come"
"I'm sorry I don't eat " Jonathan replied and smiled
Jonathan stood up and walked to the art shelf in the room, he took a thorough look at it and took a pencil and a sketchpad
"Do you draw? " Vivian asked and licked her hands
"I think I can" He replied and sat down on the donkey bench and positioned himself well.
Vivian licked her lips and watched as Jonathan prepared himself, with the way he held the pencil, gave Vivian a nice impression about him.
Jonathan closed his eyes, and traced the pencil on the pad, he sighed and opened his eyes and began to draw
Vivian gasped, and walked closer to Jonathan, admiring the process of his art work, in less than twenty minutes, Jonathan had completed a complex art work.
"That's you, wings on you back, chained to the ground, the tears on your face, this feels so real " Vivian said and didn't know when tears began to drop from hefr eyes.
"Yeah, one of my horrible time in hell, that dwarf is my tormentor, the spiked whip on his hand" Jonathan said and used the tip of the pencil to shade the arms of the dwarf.
"You must have suffered a lot"
Jonathan sniffed and stood up
"I'm still suffering, you can use this for your upcoming exhibition "
Vivian smiled and placed her hands on Jonathan's shoulder.
"It's tomorrow, I want you to be there" Vivian replied and moved her lips closer to Jonathan's

Present

Jonathan parked his car before the gate of a school and alighted followed by Angel, his new partner
"Please wait here, Angela keeps causing trouble in school" Angel said worried and hastily opened the gate and ran into the school.
Jonathan leaned on his car whistling, he looked at his wristwatch, already thirty minutes gone, he sighed and went into the school.
Jonathan sat beside a little girl and smiled at her, unknowingly to him, his eyes flashed red
"Wow, do that again" The girl said and held him on the laps
"What? " Jonathan asked and grinned at her, he heaved and moved an inch away from her.
"Your eyes, it glowed red, I swear I saw it" The girl said in a cool tone and smiled at him.
Angel came out from a room and banged her hands on the wall and sighed, Jonathan turned towards her direction and coughed
"Angel, are you alright? " Jonathan asked and stood up
"Angela, broke a girl's arm, and the school is asking me to foot the bills" Angel said and tears trickled down her cheeks
"I'm sorry mom, the girl said I had no father, that I'm a bastard" The little girl said
"Jonathan, I'm sorry, we'll continue with the case tomorrow, I have to take her home"
Jonathan felt pity and cleared his throat
"We can manage my car " Jonathan replied calmly and raised Angela on his arm.

YEARS LATER
Finally got to Akure, with accommodation already made, and for the first three to four months everything was going fine, I had a pinch of the family love I had always craved for, like dust, everything faded, the old days came back, but this time, things were different, standard of living was on an average level.
I totally lost my way when I got to SS2 First term, in a bid to prove to people that you can be anything you want outside your field and you can succeed in it, has totally made me lost and finding the way back is all I seek and here, stuck in another greater trouble.
Going into science wasnt my calling, but I had to prove one or two things to people, those who had personally called me to condemn me, my teachers, telling me to the face I wouldnt succeed in that area even if Christ should intervene.
Well I took that bold step, throughout my secondary school days, all went well, I proved it to them, I literally shocked them. Immediately after Secondary School, I got admitted into The Federal Polytechnic, Ile Oluji, Department of Computer Science.
I faired well, created my own games, developed personal apps, but before then, I had gone on a one year training school, which boosted my advantage among my peers, could go 120 WPM on my typing skill.
The following year, during my Four Month Siwes, I began to process the Federal University of Technology, Akure and got admitted into the School of Computing, Department of Information Technology.
All I had in mind was to run both programs together, get my ND and have another fair advantage, both it didnt work out, Dad never bought the idea, funny, after months of running the University program, he asked why I dropped out of Poly, very rhetorical.
"Nobody ever told me anything, you didnt tell me you got admission, you didnt tell me you wanted to cross, you didnt carry me along" Had been the same statement he always said.
My 100 Level First Semester, was tough, didnt attend class, spent more than half the semester on a sick bed, the 100 Level Second Semester was tougher, suddenly lost the will to continue schooling.
200 Level First Semester was another case of family heat, and now 200 Level Second Semester, I personally bleeped up.
For myself I created a wilderness while thinking I was building a paradise. The will to continue is what I dont have, the strength to fight on is what I cant summon, my talents arent helping me, the one thousand line of codes in me cant create an IF condition to make a decision, my hyper realistic drawings arent realistic enough to see me through, my writing ability only gives me temporary relief.

Signed out.........................................................................

From Prime Insane Universe
The Story continues another day, IF and ONLY IF Devilpen is still around.

Chapter Four
Mom eyes were filled with tears, seeing her son laying on the bed, unrecognizable and getting worse by the moment, from one prayer mountain to another, once she heard there was remedy somewhere, in an instance I was there with her, my sickness got worse by the day, she had to close down business.
After persuading Dad and pressurizing him, he finally directed us on how to get to the family hospital, which the Guardian registered his name in. It was there it was discovered I had Ulcer and it was getting worse.
Sometimes, I just get drown in my own world and forget to eat, sometimes I just wish all of this would pass, sometimes I just wish I was never born.
After the discharge, another heat of argument began, from he is not my son, to is he the only one to ever get sick, to you want to put the company in debt, then down to she is a witch, then you are not part of the Oluseguns.
Luckily, Mom is not someone to hold grudges, She had the purest of all heart and my mistake today, is making me feel I had soaked her in trench.
The first born boy in the family, on the long run had a case of which lead to him being rusticated from the university, and it became a court matter, its funny how our NPF would twist matter around to make you look like a criminal.
The only person, the family could come to help was Mom, upon all the trash sent at her, She still found space to forgive and leave us for more than two weeks, with a neighbour, and still after the case, after going about, and the so called legitimate wife still had to call my mom names, even the family still threw stones at her. Humans forget so quickly. SMH
YEARS LATER

Chapter Two
The next day at school, well I could remember it was during the English period, the Proprietress of the school saw the genius in me, the genius in a Primary 5 student.
Cathy Royale Nursery and Primary School, the fourth building on the right in Flour Mill Estate, directly facing Chelsea Nursery and Primary School.
Almost 80% of the student brought out their Reading book and turned to the page for that day, a story that talked about Labake and... (Dont really get the concept again), everyone felt happy trying to show how fluent they were in reading.
During my Primary School days, I shared seat with a girl, Bidemi, brilliant, neat, clever. The setting of our class was odd and for the strongest only.
We were split into three groups, the brilliant groups on the left, the middle class in the middle and the dullards on the left, so one had to struggle their way through and show their worth, luckily for me, I was placed among the brilliant once.
The next story was about Jaja Of Opobo, I summoned the courage and raised my hands up, to read the passage, even before I was approved, my hands already was in pool of sweat and my legs already slippery in my school sandals.
The Proprietress herself was wowed at how fluent I read the passage, but that didnt stop her from giving me another stroke of cane on the head for failing my maths class work.
After school hours, right from time, what happened in the family, got to me so much, I suddenly became an introvert, always keeping to myself and finding every possible means to make things go well for me, but there was little I could do, the everyday work denied me the opportunity to play with my age mates, so at the slightest opportunity, I dash off, straight to CBN Estate, to play football, that if I would be lucky enough to get selected and if I wasnt, I certainly made sure I never returned back to the canteen until evening hours.
"Shedrach!" Mom called out from inside the shop and handed over a plate of food to me, and pointed to the customer and handed another to my sister.
"Shedrach, abeg come epp my buy Cigar for there" A customer called out and handed over a five naira note to me.
"See, no send my pikin go buy you cigar, even beer, if you wan smoke go Cele shop, or make you go Calabar shop, for your live, no try am for here o" Mom barked annoyingly.
"No vex o, next time we no dey come your shop again"
"No come, i go still sell"
Mom's Panasonic phone rang, distracting her from the argument she was having with the man.
"Shedrach, Daddy e fe ba e soro" She said and handed over the phone to me, then pulled me behind her to the other part of the shop.
The canteen was two big container joined together.
"Shedrach, listen carefully to what I want to say o, now, tell your mother to show you who your father is, I am not your father, and you are not my son, as from today I disown you, i cant be taking care of a bastard".

Chapter Three
Things went so rough and tough, life was never giving us what we wanted and the good things we deserved, every single day we created our happiness which never lasted till noon. Mom was someone who had a very strong belief, all advises from her so called she walked with to get married to someone else, she didnt consider, instead she kept people like that at arms length, till today still hoping things will get back to normal and get to live her happy married life and have a finally fulfilled dream.
Through thick and thin, through rough and tough, we were her first priority.
I am from a family one could confidently describe as a COMPLICATED POLYGAMOUS FAMILY.
My Secondary school days were even tougher, after normal preparation for resumption, I was still yet to get my school uniform and sport wear. St. Margaret or popularly known as Victory High School, Ijegun. The new excitement got me, different teachers coming into the class to teach and all and all, on Friday exactly a week, Mom came unannounced to complete necessary payment, which I was still unaware of and about the fact that she was around.
All Student converged to their various clubs, as it as normally done in Secondary School, where we have the Jet Club, Drama Club and the likes, without thinking much I knew where I should be, The Drama Club.
"So no one among you, as much as you are, can boldly come out to talk on this topic"
I looked up and saw Mr. Kosmos, our English Teacher, looking disappointed, at first I was less concerned, then I suddenly felt the urge to, it was something I had done times without number in my Primary School, and it wont make any difference now.
I summoned the courage and went out only to meet the shock of my life, the topic was something I should have considered before going out.
MOTHER IS BETTTER THAN FATHER
This topic gave me the headache of my life, but anyhow I was already into it, and no turning back, after minutes of the opposing side talks and views, it finally got to our turn. Somehow Sandra lost confidence, maybe because of the crowd, or she was somehow lost.
I stood up and began, after minutes of speaking, I suddenly lost the will to continue, trying as much as possible to hold back the tears, what now made matter worse, was seeing my mother standing at the entrance of the hall with three teachers standing next to her.
It was too much for me to hold, it was too much for me to bear, the pride in my mother, as she said the words "thats my son o", I couldnt control it, looking away I saw another teacher, wiping off her tears with her handkerchief, and I followed suit.
I could see in my mom's eye, no doubt I had made her proud, the round of applause filled the entire school, as large as it was.
"Why did you cry, you're a man" someone said beside me, as I retired back to my seat
I turned around and meet the face of my class mate IBRAHIM, I only ignored and listened as the judges showered praise on me, like I was the only speaker. Well, Ibrahim was a true source of friendship, a true brother, even a rare one.
"Sheddy Sheddy" Mom hailed me as I and my Sister alighted the motorcycle.
For months mom wouldnt stop telling people, how I had made her proud in front of such crowd, and also in school, that made me so popular and even my artistic talent also pushed me forward, I became somewhat a lead actor in every drama presentation every Friday.

Life in Lagos was not regular, the oddest life you could ever live and the funniest thing is that you have a way to adjust to it. Mom would wake us up every morning at 4am and everyday we retired home by 11pm, and same routine continued everyday.
The struggles I had to put up with, the pain I always have to endure whenever I see children lurking happily around their fathers, it even felt worse when I see their father giving them the beating of their life for their wrong doings.
The stigma I had to face when there are PTA meetings and I was always beaten because of the absence of my parents, I never blamed my mom, She was the only one we depended on.
As every normal day, I returned from school and immediately began to wash plate, I heard Mom began to rant, and also attending to the customer, no one needed to tell me that She was already stressed out and exhausted.
She sighed and began to complain about the trust issue She always had with those She employed, and worse even when She gave them accommodation, they still found one way or the other to cheat and disappear into thine air.
"Shedrach" Mom called out.
"Ma" I grumbled and looked at my Sister who was busy playing with the children in the uncompleted building which was opposite our shop, the first building one would come across on entering SandField Estate.
"Your dad wants to speak with you"
That word alone gave me a cold chill and a certain surge of energy, I smirked and felt pity as mom used the edge of her wrapper to wipe the sweat on her face.
"Hello Sir" I said and waited patiently for a reply.
Mom bent down and placed her ear beside mine, carefully listening to the conversation.
"Shedrach, huhn, I have good news, my land at Ijanikin, the one plot, I will be giving you for your birthday"
After the conversation, I saw mom already in stream of tears, trying hard to console herself, She sniffed and looked up
"God, so you havent forgotten me" Mom said and sniffed, only if she knew the worse was yet to happen.
Yes, my Dad was well to do, He worked at Guardian News paper as an Editor, a senior Editor.
The sudden flow of energy through Mom, saw her through the day, the joy she felt, she couldnt comprehend, she couldnt help but to show to everyone she was happy.
Mom smiled and looked around seeing
"Shedrach, let me go to Police Station and pack the plates over there" Mom said and quickly took off.
Immediately she got back, She handed me some cash and listed out some things to buy.

Chapter One
Festac Town, Unipetrol, Lagos

Mom used to run a food canteen, which was inbetween CBN Estate One and Unipetrol, unlike other children, my schedule was not as normal regular kid, at a very tender age, I had known much about the labour market, customer relation and all, even as tight as life was before now, mom made sure I and my kid sister always had the best, buy somehow, no matter how hard she tried something was still missing in our life which was father love, the joy of having a father.
I came back from school after closing hour and immediately pulled of my uniform and wine and white stripe colour, and a wine coloured short. My mom gently used her hand to rub my back which was already having cane marks on it, not one not two.
"Yeye wa" A customer called from inside the canteen, hearing that I immediately resumed my daily duty.
One of the qualities in me that made my mom proud of me was the good comment pole always passed about her children, I and my sis5er whom I am five years older than. One many occasion, strangers had parked their cars just to watch how hardworking we were.
"Madam, I like the way you train your children o, you be woman" A man had once commented.
During the afternoon was our rest hour, mom looked at my head which was already having different contour on it, due to the tough beating I received at school, which was inevitable.
"Let me see your book" Mom said bringing another wave of thinking into my mind.
I brought all out and watched as mom went through it, praying customers would come before she would have the time to go through my maths note.
My attitude towards maths was worse, in a term, I could be lucky enough to get just one over total mark,just once in a term. But no one ever dared me in English language, and verbal and quatitative reasoning.
"You failed maths again, can't you just try and comprehend "
I was totally different, unlike my sister who would solve the toughest maths with a calculator, all I ever care about was my drawing, and the back of my note was a testament to that.

BETTER DAYS
From Prime Insane Universe
Written by Olusegun Ayomide Shedrach (Devilpen)

Introduction
I sighed as I ruminated over my life, is this how my life will continue, even to make matter worse, I have somehow made a terrible mistake, one option that comes to my mind is death, thinking of how hurt mother will feel, the high hopes all placed on me, the demand is just too much, while growing up, no one ever told me adulthood wasn't a joke, no one prepared me.
As an artist, I imagine putting up a sad face on my mother, I imagine how hurt she must feel when I break this news to her, I try to console myself with the word "Nothing happens by mistake " but when I look at my life for the past 22 years, it's all filled with sorrow.
There is a special pain I feel when I hear "Write about the best day you'll never forget " or "What's your best moment " I have none, I have no friend, I have no one.
I noticed the higher you go, the tougher it becomes, I have no one to talk to, so I talk to my jotter, I pass my feeling though my pen

My name is Shedrach and this is my story
Chapter One

Chapter 8
Hell Keeper
Jonathan ran out from the boutique and signalled to the man in the towing vehicle to stop, he smiled at the other standing aside and cleared his throat and walked towards the man.
"This baby is just there days old " Jonathan said and dipped his hands into his pocket.
The man who had a light yellow jacket on, signalled to the man in the towing vehicle to halt, while he listened to Jonathan's complaint
"Here " Jonathan said and offered the man a bunch of naira notes.
The man gulped hard and looked at his colleague who quickly looked away, like he saw nothing.
"Are you trying to bribe me? " the man asked
Jonathan smiled and adjusted his shirt
"Just a kind gesture, you can tow the vehicle but, you know, we are grown ups"
The man got an approval glance from his colleague in the vehicle and stylishly accepted Jonathan's offer
"You might not be so lucky next time" The man warned and raised a thumb at his colleague.
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Jonathan increased the volume of his car stereo to the highest, listening to the old fashioned classical music, his personally modified car, which was fitting to his personality, the car had only two seats, the driver's seat and the one beside the driver's seat, huge headlights, a plate number with the inscription DARKNESS.
Jonathan pulled up his car in front of a building, the Press House where Clara worked, he entered into the building, holding tight to the shopping bag.
"Good morning house" Jonathan shouted and raised his hands in the air.
He had a lively chat with some of them and ran up the stair ways and banked left to Clara's office.
"Taaa -daaaa" Jonathan said as he opened the door.
His eyes opened wide, seeing Tolu kissing Clara, he gulped hard and felt stinged in his heart, he watched as Tolu pulled Clara's leg around his waist on the office table.
Jonathan dropped the shopping nylon and its content to the floor, the noise startling both of them.
Clara jumped off and quickly adjusted her skirt
"Jonathan" Tolu said and wiped his mouth
Jonathan felt the urge to throw Tolu out from the window, and escort his soul to hell, he somehow fought the urge and walked out of the office,but not before tears trickled down his face.
"What's up with him? " Tolu asked annoyingly and banged his hand on the table.
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Jonathan washed his mouth with wine and gulped down the content, feeling dejected he groaned and moaned as the girl on his right tickled his nipples.
Clara opened the door and stood still.
"Ladies, I need room, your boss lady is here " Jonathan said watched as the girls left.
Clara didn't say a word,She handed Jonathan a letter and took a step backward.
"This letter has been tore open" Jonathan said and looked at her.
"You requested for a new partner " Clara said in a shocking tone
"Yes" Jonathan giggled as he read the letter "I even got a lady, I can also have hot sex in the office" Jonathan said and relaxed his back.
"Is this about Tolu and I? "
Jonathan was about answering when a call came in on Clara's phone
"It's the office, this is not over yet" Clara said and barged out.
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Jonathan walked towards the metallic door which lead into the abandoned factory, he pulled the knob and noticed it was locked from inside. He held tight to the door knob and with force, he pulled the door out from its frame and threw it backward, flying about seven inches above Clara's head.
Clara heart pounded fast, She looked backward and saw the door pierced into a wall.

"You can't hid forever" Jonathan shouted "SAMSON!! "Jonathan roared
"But I can kill you both starting from the lady" Samson's voice came from nowhere in particular
Jonathan scoffed and climbed the iron stair way, and gently following behind was Clara who had her camera hanging on her neck and a tape recorder
Samson ran out of hiding and opened the door that led to the very top of the building, and didn't bother to lock it. Jonathan also ran after him.
Samson pointed his gun at Jonathan, standing few meters away from Jonathan, he peeped down and saw a truck filled with mattress.
"Why did you kill Andrew? " Jonathan asked calmly and took a step forward.
Samson ignored the question and looked down at the truck, waiting for the perfect time to jump.
"See dude just let me be and let the dead rest "
In an instance Jonathan was already standing in his front. Jonathan punched him on the face and knocked the gun off. He grabbed Samson by the shirt and threw him backward.
"TALK!! " Jonathan barked and immediately his face turned into the demonic form
Samson screamed and immediately began to confess.
"She always had the upper hand, and more successful, but then I became irritated whenever she buys herself things I should buy her, she began warding me off, she now preferred spending time alone, when I saw her with another guy in Hub and Hub, I killed her" Samson said, already shaking.
Clara sighed and stopped the recorded and looked at Jonathan
"there are special places in hell for people like him" Jonathan said and showed his demon face again to Samson and instantly Samson jumped off the building.
CRACK!!
Jonathan sighed with relief and clapped his hand
"Justice"
"That's not Justice, that's murder " Clara shouted angrily
"If you know where he is going in hell, you'd be satisfied " Jonathan replied
"We should have handed him to the police "
"And the next minute, he walks a free man, you have evidence, call the cops" Jonathan said and looked down, and smiled as dogs already began to lick Samson's blood.




Chapter 8
Hell Keeper

Chapter 36

Steam flowed out of Mide's body, already losing the will to fight the other counterpart trying to take over his body. Lyta summoned out his sword and drove it at Mide's heart.
A shield like force, bounced back Lyta's sword, making him stagger backward.
"Argh, what's that? " Lyta groaned and drove the sword and him again.

Mide suddenly stood up, and punched Lyta on the chest, sending him deep into the ground. Mide grew in height and steam flowed out from his body. A thick steamy rope, drove out from Mide and smashed Lyta again on the ground.

Mide's body transformed into a white humanbot, having a sword on the right hand and an helmet on the left.
"This is the end of the road"
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Wicked ran in front of The Tribot, taking the lead and running furiously.
Zion stood over Jude's body having the thunder whip in his hand, he flinged it furiously to ward off the attackers, already feeling weak and Mirah also exhuasted.
Wicked suddenly jumped in front of the triplets and growled angrily. The Tribot jumped from behind and threw a flash bang at the attackers, erupting thick white fumes.
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The Steam Bot, held Lyta by the head and pressed it together, making Lyta shout in agony, he pressed the metallic head hard and raised Lyta up.
The Steam Bot strecthed his hands sideways and it transformed into a chainsaw, which rotated furiously.
"Kill me, I know you don't have the guts to" Lyta said and spat on the face of the Tribot.
"I wont, it's not me you offended" The Steam Bot replied and used the Chain saw to cut off Lyta's arm.
"Argh!!!" Lyta shouted and grit his teeth.
"On second thought "
The Steam Bot said and drove a sword into Lyta's mechanical heart.
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Jude opened his eyes and slowly stood up from the bed, heading lively chat from outside, he groaned and walked out.
"Brutha" Zion said and hugged him tightly
"Alright bro, argh" Jude groaned
Mirah ran up to them and rubbed Jude on the arm.
"We are going hunting, the Tribot, it's a competition, to initiate into Zion army" Mirah said.

Mide shaked the Lion Animan and smiled, then kissed Tasha on the head and pulled Dawn closer to him.
"So we can now think of remodelling War Frame" Mide said and threw a chip in the air.
"Thank you my friend, you already gave us a home" The animan said and looked towards the triplets.
"We still have one more greater threat, among your kids" The Animan said and walked out.
Mide scoffed and nodded his head
"I'll not bet on that"

Jude rolled his Staff and sighed
"I'm still weak" He said and transformed the staff into a round metal ball "Let's hunt more, let's get stronger"


THE END

Chapter 35
Sharp pointed edge stones rised into the air before Lyta's army, the earth elemental clan manning the front line, and manipulating the earth.
The stones began dashing at the Zion Clan members , moving at them with full force and piercing the air.

An animan in form of antelope jumped forward standing before Mide and callp3d his hands together making a huge and sound sound wave, which scattered the approaching stones.
"Attack!!!!!!! " Jude shouted and geared his horse forward.

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Zion caught his dagger which was already filled with blood and quickly dodged the incoming metal spear coming at him, he grabbed someone by the arm and twisted it to his back, using him to block the bullet which came at him.
"Damn" He muffled and drove his dagger int9 the throat of a girl and skillfully rotated the second dagger and slit another person's throat.

Jude bent down and quickly Mirah stepped on his back and rotated herself and fired an arrow at a group of opposition
Jude stood up and instantly his bow turned into a staff, he smacked it furiously on his opponents, slitting them into two halves.

The lion animan grabbed Lyta by the head and smacked him on the ground, without hesitation, he kicked Lyta on the stomach, crushing him against the ground.
"He is mine" Mide shouted and stood before the Animan
"Kill him fast, you're getting sort of fighters " the Animan said and roared
"I have lost more fighters than I thought, we retreat here, I hope you win my friend,we are on the verge of extinction " The Animan said and leaped into the air.
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Mide groaned as Lyta's club smashed his head, making him see temporary darkness.
"Look around you are losing"
Zion groaned weakly, luckily slashing an opponent on the chest, and weakly he fell to the ground, supporting himself with his dagger.
"I'm tired " Zion said and wiped the sweat off his face.
"They're getting much" Jude replied and helped Mirah to her feet.
Jude tapped a button on his staff and turned it into a thunder whip
"This should keep them off"
"Summon out the anaconda mount" Mirah shouted and sighed loudly.
"I'm too tired to, I'll tear apart" Zion replied
Jude groaned and summouned out his dragon cloud jumper and instantly collapsed.
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Chapter 36

There was an aged artist who lived in a small village. The man used to design beautiful artistic works to be sold at an attractive price.
One day, a poor man among the villagers challenged the old man saying: "You earn a lot of money from your handiwork but why don't you assist poor people in the village?
Can’t you see that the butcher is not as rich as you are, but he still shares free meat to the poor people in the village?
Also, look at the village baker. He is a poor man with a large family. Yet he gives the poor people free loaves of bread".
The artist did not respond angrily to the accusations. He only smiled.
The poor man was confused about the reaction of the artist so he left him and went out spreading rumors that the artist was so rich, but he was a selfish person who only accumulated wealth and refused to help the poor.
The villagers hated the old artist and they all forsook him.
The old artist became sick and could not do anything for himself but nobody among the villagers cared to visit him or helped him so he died a lonely old man.
The days passed by and the villagers observed that the butcher stopped free distribution of meat and the baker could not give the poor people free loaves of bread any more.
When the butcher and the baker were asked why they stopped helping the villagers, they said that: "the old artist used to donate money every month to pay for the free meat and bread to the poor people in the village. Now that he was dead, there was nobody to pay for the free food anymore"
Actually, many people may have wrong impressions and different opinions about you.
But do not allow any of them to influence or destroy who you are.
Do not pass judgment on anyone based on his physical appearance or what people say about him.
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There are things about his personal life you do not know.
If you were privileged to know about them, your judgment would surely be different.
A man died in a drinking- spot / dance hall.
Another person died in the Church.
If we are to judge them, we would say that the 1st man died a sinner and the 2nd man died a righteous man.
But the 1st man entered the drinking spot to preach against sin and the 2nd man entered the Church to steal from the church.
For this reason, you and I cannot decide who goes to heaven or who goes to hell.
Fear God in your privacy and fear God in the open.
Human physical appearance might just be a deception, therefore forgive people and ignore their short - comings.
Pray for one another.
Be good to everybody. And don't cut off your relationship with a person just because he does not please you.
Establish unity and harmony with all.
For the LORD Who created all souls, knows what each soul conceals.
May GOD Bless You.

138 Years Ago (Year One)

The man laughed out loudly, and kissed the barrel of his pistol. He shot twice in the air spanked Vivian on the butt.
"Now who is dead? " The man asked and used the gun to signal to Vivian.
Jonathan screamed in anger and agony as a huge snake with thorns, coiled up around his body and slammed him to the ground.
Feeling the stings of death, Jonathan began to cry blood, a metal dropped from his forehead to the ground and suddenly a hand tore his head apart from the back.
Jonathan gasped and opened his eyes, sweating profusely, he got back to his senses on hearing Vivian's cry.
"Argh "
The man turned around in fear and watched as Jonathan stood to his feet
"How is that possible, that was head shot" the man said
Jonathan smiled and took slow steps at him. The man grinned and fired a shot at Jonathan's stomach. Fear gripped him seeing Jonathan just muffle and pull out the bullet, quickly he gave another shot on Jonathan's chest.
Jonathan muffled and moved his chest back a little, due to the penetrating force of the bullet. Vivian quickly pulled her heels and smacked the sharp butt on the man's head, instantly making him unconscious
"Are you alright? " She asked and ran up to Jonathan and gave him a slight kiss on the cheeks.
"Are you? " Jonathan asked and watched as the bullet came out from his body.
"What are you? "
"I don't know"

Present
Clara noticed Jonathans cold look throughout the driving and started a conversation
"What do you think about Tolu? "
Jonathan scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"I don't like him, he is weak" Jonathan replied coldly
"I see, If not for the devil in you" Clara replied annoyingly and directed her anger towards the steering and drifted through the sharp turn on the right.
"Jeez" Jonathan shouted " I'm getting my own car, you'll kill me before my time, giving another set of torment in hell"
Clara ignored him and halted the car in front of a standalone building, just then a man walked out
"Hello" Clara shouted as she alighted and raised her batch in the air
"Yes, how can I help you "
" Are you Samson?, Miss Andrew's boyfriend " Clara asked.
The man didn't think twice, he immediately took to his heels and dashed the opposite direction
"I love it when they play hard " Jonathan said and smiled.
"Jonathan stay back, let Me handle this"
"This is my call, he brought dishonor to my club " Jonathan replied and hasten his steps after the man.

Stucked in traffic, Clara signalled to a highway hawker and bought a chilled drink, paid the seller and opened the drink and gulped down half of the content.
"Hey" Jonathan said and had a surprise look "You bought for yourself only"
"Yeah, I thought you don't eat " Clara said in defense and passed the remaining to him
"I drink, I don't just eat" Jonathan replied and hissed at her.
Driving into an abandoned fueling station and alighted the car.
"Wait here" She ordered Jonathan and locked the door, to prevent him from coming down
Another car drove into the station and stopped beside Clara, Jonathan watched from where he sat with a blank look.
A boy looking like he was in his late twenties alighted the car, said some words which were inaudible to Jonathan, and next as he got closer to Clara, he pulled her closer and kissed her passionately on the lips, holding tight to her butt.
Jonathan flared up in anger and suddenly the last sound of the car came alive blaring with a very disturbing noise.
"Kill him" The dwarf man said, appeasing at the back seat.
Clara pressed a button on the remote of the car, which stopped the noise, and unlocked the door. Jonathan alighted and walk slowly towards them.
"Oh my bad, I thought it would be quick" Clara said and composed herself.
"Jonathan meet Tolu, my boyfriend, Tolu, this is Jonathan my partner "
Jonathan tried killing the anger in him, even for the fact that Clara called him partner, She should be dead.
"Hey, dude, Clara already told me much about you " Tolu said and strecthed his hand forward.
Jonathan smiled and shaked him, then pressed his hand tightly, making Tolu flinch in pain
"Strong hands" Tolu said, trying not to show the pain he felt.
"Yes" Jonathan replied and smiled and pressed the hand the more.
"Jonathan that's enough, let get going, I already have the lead"
Tolu screamed in pain as Clara's car zoomed off
"Argh, damn" He shouted placing his hand inbetween his legs

Chapter 34

Mide turned around swift and channeled Darkwar into his palm and hit Lyta Omega hard on the chest, sending him distance away.
"How on earth? " Zion muttered and wondered how his father was able to acquire such hit even without any gear.
Lyta Omega grinned and quickly stood up, he cracked his neck bone and proceed with caution, he himself had not thought Mide could give him such hit, a result of underestimate.
He Summouned out his club and shield and banged it against each other while electric bolt cracked round his body. Lyta Omega jumped into the sky and send a lightning bolt at Mide who dodged it swiftly and transformed into Double D.
Lyta Omega grinned and summoned the soul of his swiftness fox and dashed at Mide. The movement looked so slow to Mide, like it took forever for Lyta to get to him.
Double D moved aside and used the butt of his secrets hit Lyta on the head, which opened the lid that covered the electric circuit on his head.
"Yes" Mirah shouted and made a fist.
Jude smirked and shaked his head at Mirah childish act.
Lyta stood up and laughed loudly
"Seems I underestimated you" He said and poured sand into Mide's eyes.
He dashed at Mide and grabbed him by the feet, and pulled him down, without any hesitation he banged Mide on the face, cracking the human bot helmet.

"Cheat" Zion shouted and sometimes out his daggers.
Mide felt another force trying to take over his body, somehow, he didn't feel the pain of the hard hitting Lyta gave him, all he did was fight off the force trying to conquer his body. Mide screamed as a way to summon more energy and fight off the force.

A loud roar suddenly came from the right direction, which startled everyone, suddenly appeared a lion standing upright in human form, having cloths on, at first one, then others showed up behind and next different species of animals in human form.
"The Animans are here " Jude said and roared loudly.
Mide punched Lyta on the jaw, getting him off his body, wings like steak suddenly sprouted out from his back, and flapped him into the air unbalanced.

"Kill anyone" Lyta Omega shouted and behind him the earth began to form human, rising from it and the air turning into human.

"This is worse than I thought" Mide muttered and raised his sword up

Chapter 35

THE COCKROACH THEORY OF SELF DEVELOPMENT
by
Mr Sundar Pichai – an IIT-MIT Alumnus and CEO, Google Inc.
At a restaurant, a cockroach suddenly flew from somewhere and sat on a lady. She started screaming out of fear. With a panic stricken face and trembling voice, she started jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach.
Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group also got panicky. The lady finally managed to push the cockroach away but ...it landed on another lady in the group.
Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama. The waiter rushed forward to their rescue.
In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter.
The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behavior of the cockroach on his shirt.
When he was confident enough, he grabbed it with his fingers and threw it out of the restaurant.
Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their histrionic behavior?
If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed?
He handled it near to perfection, without any chaos. It is not the cockroach, but the inability of the ladies to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that disturbed the ladies.
I realized that, it is not the shouting of my father or my boss or my wife that disturbs me, but it's my inability to handle the disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me. It's not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.
More than the problem, it's my reaction to the problem that creates chaos in my life.
Lessons learnt from the story: Do not react in life. Always respond.
The women reacted, whereas the waiter responded. Reactions are always instinctive whereas responses are always well thought of, just and right to save a situation from going out of hands, to avoid cracks in relationship, to avoid taking decisions in anger, anxiety, stress or hurry.
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Jonathan dropped the wineglass gently on the bar table and sighed, then pushed the wine to Clara, who was busy with some files.
"I don't drink"
Jonathan muffled and rolled his eyes and leaned more on the bar. He suddenly let out a loud scream and threw the cup against the grand piano before him. Clara shaked in fright and took a quick look at Jonathan and the wings which were already on his back from nowhere.
"When will those officers by through with their investigation" Jonathan said and walked out angrily, getting to the door, his wings collided with the frames of the door.
Jonathan grinned and moved back and moved his shoulders backward and the wings disappeared.
"Jonathan, let me do my job, I have a lead"
Jonathan turned around and walked up to Clara and leaned beside her
"Here, Flora Andrew, She's a Business owner, and my source has it she had issue with her boyfriend, and he kinda threatened to kill her, just yesterday morning and she died yesterday eveniny" Clara said and passed the files to Jonathan
"Where do I find him? "
"We, you're my partner and it's my job to protect you" Clara said and arranged the files.
"hmm, have I ever told you, you're hot, I cant just imagine getting you laid" Jonathan said and licked his lips
"Hey, this is work and never in my life will I ever have sex with you, I can't imagine, I already have a boyfriend " Clara replied and walked on.
"Boyfriend, he hasn't met me yet"
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Present
Jonathan shouted loud with joy, as he poured Ice on the belly of a girl having only her pant on, He pulled of his shirt and began getting cheer from the girls that surrounded him in large numbers. He lowered his face towards the girls stomach and slurped the melted ice, at the same time using his tongue to tickpe the girls stomach.
"Whoooooooww" Jonathan screamed and raised his hands up.
The Club had people filled to the brim, colorful lights, moving all around the hall and the hip-hop music, perfectly complementing everything about the club.
"Welcome to Hub and Hub baby" Jonathan shouted and kissed the girl on his left deeply.
Clara entered into Hub and Hub and walked to the upper floor, scanning her eyes through the entire hall and finally saw Jonathan among the girl, suddenly she felt bolt of jealousy hit her. She held tight to her camera bag and and ran back down the stairs.
"Get off slut " Clara shouted and pulled the girl, laying down by the air.
"Ahh, ladies meet Clara, Clara meet my demons" Jonathan said and pulled a girl closer to him and pulled down her pants from the back.
Seeing the look on Clara's face, Jonathan chased off the girls and signaled Clara to pass him his shirt. Clara scoffed and threw his shirt at him.
"You See, since your journalist work has gone to the peak, you're forever busy, and I have to do what makes me happy" Jonathan said and adjusted his cloth.
"A porn club, is that the best you could come up with? "
"Well, it sells, I have free ladies to lay with whenever I want, Guess what, Kinky ran off yesterday, she couldn't last three hours" Jonathan said and giggled.
"Christ " Clara shouted angrily and stood up
Jonathan felt a soft push and sighed, he looked at Clara and shaked his head.
"For the first time coming to Hub and Hub, let me show you around"
"Jonathan" Clara said and was about talking when a gunshot aired inside the club.
Jonathan widened his eyes and slowly stood up, people immediately gathered around, a lady laying in pool of blood.
"In my club" Jonathan said and his eyes flashed red.

Chapter 7
Killed in Hub
138 Years Ago
Jonathan held Vivian tight to his arm and exhaled, realising low charges of electric into her, Vivian gasped and quickly opened her eyes. Looking at Jonathan's bright eyes, She felt drawn to him, like She had known him forever, like they had crossed path before now and somehow she felt secured in his arm.
"Can you stand? " Jonathan asked and gently laid her feet down
Vivian groaned and looked around, having a wicked glimpse at her wrecked vehicle.
"I have to leave" Jonathan said and moved away from Vivian
"are you for real?"
"See, I didn't bargain for any of this and I'm sorry about your car " Jonathan said and ran into the bush.
Vivian felt anger in her, waiting for about twenty minutes without any sign of Jonathan, She gave up hope. She sighed relief on seeing the headlights of an approaching vehicle.
Her joy knew no bound as the vehicle finally stopped before her.
"I had an accident, lucky to be alive" Vivian said and rubbed her right palm around her left shoulder.
"Come in" the driver replied and leaned towards the door and unlocked it.
"Thank you" Vivian said and hurriedly entered.
"Where are you headed, sweetheart" the man asked and giggled
"Town, I'll get down soon"
The man cleared his throat and took a look at Vivian's thigh and sniffed, he looked at her face and smiled and focused back on the driving.
He began humming a song and took another look at her thigh
"Sir, are you okay? "
"No" the man replied and drove the car off the highway.
He saw the confused look on Vivian's face and pulled open his drawer and brought out a gun.
"You're hot, I can't help it, get down, and don't try anything silly "
He pinned Vivian against the bonnet of the car and ignored her pleading, the greed in him rapidly taking over his conscience, he smiled and licked his lower lips.
He felt a very chilled breeze and ignored, the more the merrier, he thought within himself and quickly lowered his trouser and positioned Vivian well.
"Please don't do this" Vivian begged and suddenly busted into tears.
"Don't worry dear, you'll enjoy it "
"You should have listened when she begged" Jonathan's voice suddenly came distance away.
Vivian cry suddenly turned into laughter as she giggled and banged her hand on the car.
"You're so dead"

Present

Jonathan suddenly dropped dead on the couch. Hardman laughed loudly and blew air on the barrel of his gun, he turned around to the girl and raised his hands up, laughing loudly.
The girl freezed to the same spot, with her eyes widely opened, fear clearly written on her expression.
"What's up Bae, Tha dude is dead, let's get back to business" Hardman said and dipped his hands inside his short.
"Ahhh, you shouldn't have done that" Jonathan said, and opened his eyes.
His head suddenly turned into the demonic counterpart having horns on the forehead and spikes all over his face, his eyes were lost in the sockets, bearing total darkness and coldness. Wings sprouted out from his back and flapped furiously, scattering the fragile materials in the room.
Hardman felt weak on the leg as his mind found it hard to comprehend what he saw, he wiped his face to be certain he was seeing the right thing and not hallucinating.
Jonathan turned around and walked towards Hardman, Hardman swiftly dived under Jonathan wings and dashed towards the door.
Jonathan suddenly appeared before him and placed his hands on the knob.
"Where is my money? " Jonathan asked, making his voice echo deeply in the room.
A strange wind suddenly took over, sending cold chill down Hardman, and the girl who was already fixed to one position and unconscious.
"Boss man, please spare me, the money is with me, I swear I haven't spent a dime" Hardman said, already wetting himself.
Two Weeks Later.
A man raised his megaphone into the air, shouting aloud, his voice blaring into the chill of the morning, as everyone hurried to their place of work.
"Repent today, the world is coming to an end, repent" the man shouted running from one place to another and at the same time, praying for those who were kind enough to drop money into his offering box.
A man, very handsome and well dressed, walked up to the man's offering box and stood befofe it, and turned towards the man's direction.
"Boy, have you seen the devil, he walks among us, he lives among us, he dines with us" The man shouted and ran towards the boy.
The man disconnected the megaphone and spoke to the boy
"Get away from here, you are bad for business" The man said and pushed the boy
The boy didn't say a word, he grinned and suddenly his face turned into blood dripping skull
The man shouted and threw his megaphone away
"He is the devil, get thee behind me, get away from him, he is the devil" the preacher man shouted, and took to his heels.

Chapter 7
Killed in Hub

HELL
JUDECCA
COUNCIL OF THE FORGOTTEN
Surrounded by an erupting volcano, were about thirty flame chairs, having huge skulls on both arms, seated on it were the Judecca Elders, otherwise known as Council of the Forgotten. Terrific noises from every corner of the hall, and loud painful screech.
"The tormentor left this realm and taking refuge on earth, who is suppose to look after Hell, who is suppose to torment these rebellious souls? "An elder asked angrily and stamped his staff to the ground.
"Calm down Okunkun, no one is asking you to man Hell"
"I have a solution, Send Lasagba "
Everyone kept quiet and pondered on the option, and each raised their staffs up one after the other.
"But, the boy Jonathan, his body is not yet strong enough to hold Lasagba's full strength in her Prime Mode" An elder said with concern.
"It's worth a try, he passed the Basic Body Merging"
An elder raised his staff up and total silence fell on everyone, it was Igberaga (Pride).
"I may be proud, but I know when I'm wrong, what we did to the boy is wrong, his torment is much, we hid Lasagba's idol, to just watch this boy suffer, isn't it time we let him free" Pride said calmly.
"It's impossible, you know the implications, we can't debate this"