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Death Note
Despite his fear of the unknown, he and Greg had come a long way that Greg always shared vital information with him.
Pero drove off to his place and parked his car. Then, he hurriedly climbed the stairs and knocked severally but he got no response from anyone inside. He tried again, hoping he was being fearful for nothing. But he got no response and that aggravated his fear. He pushed the door and it opened without any forces.
As if he was hit with a bat on the face, he growled. Greg's house had been dismantled and that was disturbing. His eyes dashed to every corner of the room, hoping he was safe. Gently and trying to be as silent as possible, he tiptoed into the house. Everything in the house seemed scattered. The house was bastardized to the extent that his chairs were torn.
Pero saw Greg's diary strewn everywhere in the room and a chord was struck in his head. Greg must have gotten some information that he wasn't supposed to have and that meant it was in one place only: his safe.
Pero rushed to his room and traced the wall behind the bed until he felt a bulge. He hurriedly clicked the bulge and pressed his code into the safe. The safe opened and he removed the letter in it and some notes from it, which was perplexing. Greg would never have left only a letter and some notes.
Hi P.
I really hope you find this letter before any other. I have come to discover that the government is using some control system on some pirates and are progressing to carry out the test on human subjects.
The notes are meant to direct you. I update this note every night. I know it's not coincidental for you to be here. In all fairness, you're the only person that comes to look for me. So, I will always put it here till I die.
In case I die, no matter how natural it looks, there are a lot of hidden cameras in this house. I have written a software that will make it synchronise with your google drive every four hours. You will only receive this messages if I don't get to correct it before the time elapse. You know the security words for it.
Pero hurriedly brought his phone to see the file on his drive. It must have come when I was being pursued, he thought. The video was large. Pero would have refused to download it on a normal day but he would do anything to be sure Greg was alive. Greg had little or no friend to call his own and that was the reason, he always secluded.
Quickly, Pero downloaded the video and had to fast forward until he saw Greg running about in the house with some men hot on his heels. One of them shot him and he fell flat. Within a few minutes, they poured a sort of chemical on his body and it disintegrated. Pero didn't know when tears began to stream down his face. That wasn't his first time of witnessing a murder but this one seemed outrageous and inhumane, making him wished he was near to help Greg.
Still in tears, he searched through and began to see why Greg was killed. He not only knew that the program was orchestrated by the government, he knew the specifics.
The scene was too gory for him to allow it to rest like that. He had to tell someone and the only person he could call was Karo, who had been looking a for a breakthrough in her work. She had always wanted to write a story that was ground-breaking. Now, she was getting the opportunity. Although he wouldn't have been an advocate of using such ludicrous information, he couldn't allow such act go without being looked into. The world must know. He must get justice for Greg. He burst into tears as he dialled Karo's contact number.
'Hey Karo', Pero murmured.
'Pero?' Karo asked, surprised. 'Why is your voice breaking?'
'I got something to share with you. It's big. A friend just lost his life on this. Take it seriously and with utmost secrecy.
'Will do. Are you sure you're fine?'
'Fine? I'm not fine. Just do the needful. I will send some pictures too'.
Quickly, he sent the videos and snapshots of the note. Just as he finished sending the last one, he heard a crack on the door. He didn't need anyone to tell him someone was there for him. He ran through the fire escape (as Fortune City made it compulsory for all houses to have one) and the person yelled something as if he was talking to someone else. In a matter of time, he was in Greg's car and was being shot at.

Saved by Droids
Pero wished he could stop running like a maniac and confront the men chasing him. But it was wiser to run than to prove his innocence. There was nothing as disdainful as being accused of being a rapist and a murderer by people you don't know.
When they first came near to him to rail the allegation against him, he assumed they were trying to pull a fast one on him and he only smiled at them for trying to trick him. On a normal day, he might have spurned them or even yell at them, but he preferred to watch them play around.
However, when they became aggressive and began to recruit the help of other people, he knew he had no option than to shout back at them, thinking it would make the people gathering around them see his innocence, but the reverse was the case.
The people began to act with much frenzy that he had to spin his away from their reach. He was only lucky to find a space to escape because they seemed ready to mob on the spot. Despite escaping from them, he wasn't free from their aggression which seemed to have multiplied. They chased him as if there was a force directing them. He fled towards the railway at the Fortune City Command centre.
As the men pursued him with their bats swinging by their sides, he knew he was surely going to escape from them because he was fast and would easily outrun every one of them. Nevertheless, he wouldn't want to assume something strange wouldn't happen. With his eyes darting from the left to the right like a spectator watching a Ping-Pong game, he kept running with all his might towards the railway. He was very sure that the moment he got to the other side, he would lose a lot of them and might be able to tackle the few remaining in a physical combat.
Just as he was getting near the place he hoped to jump into the railway, the ground vibrated with the train. That looked absurd but he had to choose between in front of the train or giving them the chance to catch him. He preferred the former. Everything seemed to be out to get him and that alone seemed ominous. Although he wasn't the superstitious type, he still felt something bigger than him awaited him at Greg's place.
Without giving it a second thought, he jumped in front of the train and ran off. His car was at the other end of the Command centre, implying that he had to wait until he was sure no one was looking for him. Yet, he must find his way to hide and that he did. He hid under an empty van near an empty building, which had some of its parts removed.
From his hiding place, he watched out for the people that were after him. They climbed to the other side of the train and looked disoriented because he was nowhere near the train. Some of them, who were resilient, came towards the empty house and searched everywhere for him and even looked at the empty van.
After a bit of search, some of them gave up and returned to the place they came from. One of them lingered behind as he tried to scout for him. The others left him and climbed to the other side of the railway. Pero felt like climbing out and beating him for his stupidity. If he was truly a murderer, he could easily get him because he was a long way from the pack.
The man began to climb down the train. Suddenly, a fast-moving train sped towards him. Pero was so surprised that he closed his eyes firmly. As much as he hated being falsely accused, it was inhumane to wish for the death of the man. He climbed out and saw that the man had flattened again the wall. His friends helped him out and rushed towards the command centre, angry at them. He wondered why they were angry but he preferred to remain in his position.
When he was sure that they were gone, he climbed out and walked down the road, looking everywhere to be sure he was safe. He ran to his car and drove off but not before seeing someone push a man in front of a moving train. The man that pushed him looked like of the guys at the Command centre. Immediately, the man died, some other men ran out towards the place and celebrated by hitting their chests again one another.
Then it dawned on him that this was a sort of game to them. How can they play games with human lives? Pero wondered as he drove off towards Greg's house. He tried to call Greg to inform him that he was on the way but Greg refused to pick his call. Greg was the most paranoid person he had ever encountered. A regular person wouldn't have seen him appearing at his doorstep as something ill-omened but Greg would.

I wrote this story for someone but he refused to pay my money. I'm posting it here in case you see it somewhere in the future note that it was a stolen work....
I've changed the name and location
Enjoy..

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Pinkberry5:
ion understand a thing he wrote, honestly.

Well, that means I've not presented the arts well. I'll go and do my home work well.

It rained. a tree fell. It blocked the road. None knew why it did. People went about their businesses lazily. The next day, the road was blocked. Traffic jam delayed everyone and work was postponed. More trees have fallen and road, blocked. No one asked why it had happened. They gathered to remove them. Armed robbers attacked easily. It was planned. It worked.

All of you that have been reporting the post above me, the Lady stole his money. Thank you all for the continuous care..