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Xavier5:You don't get it. There's bound to be reshoots, then there's the promotion, Ezra Miller left as the character could affect the film's image and BO. He can't attend any red carpet event for the film right now. It's double standard if he isn't recast now since the film isn't completed considering Johnny Depp was fired over something that had no clear evidence. The dude should go. He is a liability for the project and the brand. If he was a black guy and not Jewish, he would have been fired since. |
Nickshrapnel:Lol, Hollywood does it all the time. The recent army of the dead did it. There's going to be reshoots, what if Ezra isn't available then? I think this will be the best option. They don't even need any other actors, just a green screen and shoot just the actor. Technology and fx has developed vastly. |
pu7pl3:They should do a recast now and reshoot Ezra scenes with the actor. The guy is going through psychological issues, reshoots will be needed soon. What if he isn't around then? |
pu7pl3:Na wetin Man United dey do wey them no dey succeed pitch wise be this. Doing something for the merchandising or demograph than the story. |
Xavier5:If they were irreplaceable, they won't be let go bro. It's like Liverpool letting Salah go. I don't think John's is leaving. WB discovery aren't concerned with DC comics as a Comics. Zaslav may have a way he wants to run things that may not fit with those guys. It's like Klopp signing Ronaldo when he knows Ronaldo can't fit his system. |
pu7pl3:I like the guy but they should be creative with casting abeg. Not the obvious suspects. If they had gone that road with Pattinson, Gadot and Affleck, we won't have had them in the role. |
Xavier5:Someone stepped down before John's became chief creative officer. Someone left the GL comics before John's came in. |
Xavier5:If you want to change your style of management, you need to change everything. Asset or not, nothing is stagnant. Geoff got the chance cause someone left. Others too need the chance. There could be others who would do things far better than they did. Or more differently. No one is irreplaceable if you are open to flexibility. |
Xavier5:There are other people looking for same chance to show they're assets too. Give someone like me the chance Geoff John's had, I will also be an asset too. John's was part of the problem for DC films. The previous management couldn't manage controversies well, to the extent people could write anything to put them off, and while they're trying to do damage control, another thing backfires. |
abduleez1:He was terrifying enough in James Bond. |
Nickshrapnel:It seems you haven't been following the news. |
SMUAG:Lol, in this case, not sure if it's true but it's not WB fault, considering Ezra has been misbehaving since. They didn't give Johnny Depp same chance. In fact Will Smith is about to be cancelled sef. |
SMUAG:At times when fans start talking like this, I don't blame Warner Bros when they make a josstice league. |
From what I am hearing, it seems WB are going for a crisis storyline and might bring in Pattinson. They might recast Ezra Miller with Grant Gustin. It lines up with The Flash series ending soon. |
TheKingIsHere:Justice league didn't. Reducing the run time would have created another release the Reeves cut movement. Besides, bat related projects are too much now. 700 is profit enough. |
It's strange how people have time to check who and who celebrities are following or unfollowing. As in, people just get time. I tried it once but no one told me when to stop. Very boring to me. |
In no time Lotanna walked up to Chuks. She grabbed his hand a second time but this time forcing him to lead the way outside; talk about a host doing the opposite. Still harboring his confusion like Thomas, Chuks thought to humor Lotanna by doing as she implied. The two walked outside amidst the heavily guarded security personnel lined up, to where Chuks’ Toyota Carina was parked. It was in an awkward space but then one couldn’t blame Chuks for not parking by the mansion or the normal parking lot, seeing as too many cars were already lined up. Chuks looked into his car based on Lotanna's insistence, not because he wanted, but to gloat at being right. But just then, he found he couldn’t. She was the one right. There was a girl; a child. Chuks turned to the security men to know which had done this. “I need you to act normal” Lotanna commanded. Still siding with Thomas, Chuks looked at Lotanna then the car. He nodded as he found himself inclined to obey his boss. “Ok. You can go back inside” he struggled to say before getting into his car. Lotanna took some steps backwards to allow him start his engine and drive out. She went back inside that minute hoping none was the wiser. Standing by the door, she sighed in relief as she heard nothing from the security men outside. “That was a brilliant plan you had” Yusuf’s voice caught to her in a shock. She had to shrive to regain balance, “How did you know I was around?” Lotanna sighed again, first to remark how humorous the sound of the question was or how, no matter how fast he was; was rather too predictable. She smiled to herself reminiscing on her thoughts of how Yusuf reacted to her conversation with Chuks in her imaginations. “I heard when you ran in” she said, “…and your heartbeat was like someone about to kill someone. I had to find a way to send Chuks away” Lotanna jibed. Yusuf smiled once he understood what she meant, “I have to keep it that way” he acknowledged. |
He too sensed it, “Let me guess…” Chuks opted to start the conversation, “It’s either you are having problems with her or you don’t like her” he said, raising a finger as if to point something out. “You are a bad predictor” Lotanna chided, moving from her position to where ever she felt comfort was. Chuks too followed, “So what was so urgent you had to come down here to talk about when my uncle is not around?” “I came to see you” Chuks restated. He took a stop at where the cushion chairs were as Lotanna took her seat. “That’s why I came at this hour” Chuks turned to glare at the entire room once more and the clock a second time. The weather in the living room was indeed very cold compared to outside, he noticed before sitting. “Why?” The question struck Chuks that he took his time to look at Lotanna, he allowed his mind to be lost within himself, “…How are you?” he said slowly but not letting his voice get in the way. “Fine” Lotanna solely replied then paused seeing it wasn’t the perfect response, “It’s been long. Why didn’t you come after that time?” she looked on. “Work…!” Chuks stuttered scratching his head, “…work. Work….Work” he repeated, “I couldn’t bear to lose my job” he turned to the dining then to Lotanna meeting her smug expression. “Your job?” her voice didn’t make it sound like she believed or was ready to. Sensing that, Chuks returned to his seat, “Actually, that’s why I came” he rushed to say. Another lie, Lotanna thought. “There is something going on at the office. The company” he rephrased. “What? Is Uncle alright?” Lotanna realized she had let her mind to be caught off guard not knowing it was the only reason he would be there acting all giddy and all ‘I came to see’ when normally he came when her uncle was around. “Yes” Chuks answered, “Actually nothing is wrong with him. He is fine. He is alive” he added, giving the lady a reason to calm her nerves. A ray of hope peered into Lotanna, “Thank God” she said. “But, he is the problem…” Chuks let out, deciding it was best breaking the bad news. He paused to rate Lotanna's expression but seeing a blank slate and a suspenseful heart longing for more, he continued, “He’s been firing employees, people who have dedicated their lives to the company, helped moved it forward and those your father trusted” Chuks said, instantly feeling panic more and more as he found Lotanna's eyes scrubbing the floor metaphorically. “My father’s dead. It’s my uncle’s company now. So if he wants to fire anyone, he has the best reasons and it’s his decision” the lady replied, straight with no sense of attachment. Chuks jolting backwards at the response and the sound of it, relaxed once he knew where it was coming from. He was only a quarter way through his speech, so there was still hope. “You don’t understand” he paraphrased, “These are key employees. They haven’t done anything and he’s retrenching them without warning, buying maximum number of shares. These are board members, Mr. Dickson, Augustine, Maku and…Itodo” Chuks continued as he halfway paused to mutter ‘Itodo’. That instance he knew a lot were at stake. And that it wasn’t going to help going by words he had memorized or lines from a script. “If he was firing them for a reason or buying their shares or estate for a good cause, why replace them with board members, shareholders, trustees of a competing company? An offshore company…? White men…why do that?” Chuks relaxed to say, counting his words carefully to be sure reason went along. He paused, looked at everything, then Lotanna. She remained indifferent, irresponsive and worse, awfully quiet. In that quiet moment, the wind ushered itself in, albeit in a silent manner to avoid anyone knowing it had intruded. The flowers upstairs leaked the secret, giving early warning as Yusuf walked passed them to a pillar above Lotanna and Chuks. He stood behind it. “I think he is about to sell the company. Your company” Chuks affirmed bringing his right hand slowly and rubbing it against Lotanna's lap. “His company” Lotanna corrected, “It’s your company too” Chuks insisted, raising his pitch. He wondered why the girl was so withdrawn that he started thinking of being irritated. He had to calm down though, and he did by readjusting himself. From where Yusuf was, he found the respect of anger watching Chuks. “Why would you come here to say all these?” Lotanna questioned, taking Chuks off guard, “The man has been good to you” she said hoping to incite guilt in her guest; whom now was more of an intruder, to drop his case. From upstairs, Yusuf felt the same way. He leaned against the pillar, citing the boredom the visitor had brought to the house. “Yes. Yes he was” Chuks started, looking at Lotanna in the eye to prove he wasn’t what she was thinking of him, “And so was your dad. Am only repaying his kindness by not letting all he worked for go down in the blink of an eye” he said, “I think there is a conspiracy going on. Maybe your uncle is trying to drag the company from you or your money…but something doesn’t feel right” he continued, with his heartbeat becoming tenser than normal. This was his last chance, he felt. “Mr. Itodo Stephens” he began, once he had cleared his throat, “…he was the Chief Finance Officer. Has two daughters and a son. He came to the office that day to be met with the shock. Twenty five years of service just gone and unacknowledged. He couldn’t believe it so he left for the Silverbird galleria. Maybe to drown his sorrow or to see if he could wake up from the dream which he saw everything as…but then the armed robbers attacked. They killed everyone including him” Chuks said, taking cue along the way from the file he brought. It was the first time he had opened it and when he did, a photograph of a man hung within. “Maybe if he wasn’t fired, maybe he wouldn’t have gone there. Maybe he could still be alive. Am not saying anything but the fact that the man did no wrong” Chuks raised his head from the script to look at everywhere before looking at Lotanna. He grabbed her hand to which Yusuf rose from the position he stood on seeing it. His heart rate torpedoed as he moved further from the pillar to where the flower vase was. “He and your father were both good men. Everyone in the company loved them. They deserve justice” Chuks notified. Sensing the agony that was in Chuks through his voice along with something else, Lotanna mimicked Chuks’ action by grabbing hold of his hand with her two palms. “Am sorry” she said. Yusuf’s heart hitting heavily on seeing this; went into dilation when it realized it couldn’t take it anymore. And in a moment’s effort to regain his footing, he kicked off the flower vase from the corridor. In his own quest for comfort, Yusuf unwittingly set in the rage of Mother Nature into motion as she intervened at the last minute. Yusuf’s eyes bulged to literally see everything stop; including the vase and the flowers that had made their way towards Lotanna, but now hanged in the air. Seeing this as the only moment to make things right, Yusuf jumped off the balcony of the second floor to the side of the pillar holding the 2 floors. But by then, gravity had set in, slowing the vase for a free fall once again on Lotanna. Yusuf picked chase with six paces, taking a running stride on the pillar. The winds cheered, but Yusuf found himself rather less concerned with the glory and more with the vase landing on Lotanna. Stealing a glance on his nemesis before reaching his hand for the vase and flowers, Yusuf found Chuks’ eyes widening. He knew then it was a cue to run back to his position. The winds cheered again once he achieved this feat but by then he had already praised himself. He held the flowers and vase to his chest like a trophy. Yusuf turned to look at the clock downstairs to know if anything had changed. A second had barely passed, the vase hadn’t shattered nor had the flowers fallen. The only thing that was affected were Chuks’ eyes which he had not failed to look at while running. He knew they had lit up and was only waiting for his voice. “What…” it came, “did you…did you?” Chuks stammered standing up as he pointed at the pillar that Yusuf hid behind. “I saw something” he rephrased, looking at Lotanna then back at the balcony upstairs. If he wasn’t hallucinating then he had just seen a flower vase fall from the balcony and a flush of wind; no a blur run down and catch it. Chuks looked at himself again sure no one would believe him. But that didn’t stop him from glaring all over for signs of prove that he wasn’t hallucinating. There was a piece of flower on the floor, dusts on the black tiles, but most obvious were the cushion cloths that were now scattered on the floor. “Is…is someone…” Chuks stuttered. “Chuks I need you to do me a favor” Lotanna interrupted. She knew what had happened even without seeing it happen, “Did you come with your car?” she asked, trying to put him off his inquisitive mode and more, change the subject. Confused, Chuks turned “Yes. Why?” he said, wondering how one could possibly remain calm after what he saw. “There is a young child, a girl in coma right now. She is at the back seat of your car and in dire need of help. I need you to take her to a hospital. I will pay the bills, but someone would meet you there” Lotanna stated, coming off weird. Chuks looked at her only to realize he needed no one to tell him something strange was going on, not only at the company but the Achebe house. He hoped it wasn’t the crazies. “There is no child in my car” Chuks said, first to remind himself then to tell the lady, “I came alone” he insisted. Mocked by irritation, Lotanna stood up, moved to where Chuks was, “You need to listen to me” she commanded, halting, “I need you to do this for me and not tell anyone. I will help you out with your problem. I will speak to my uncle and then if I must…my lawyers” Lotanna explained. She was somehow making sense; Chuks thought only to think back and remind himself he hadn’t made any sense out of what she said. Yusuf looked down to realize Lotanna was formulating a plan, he smiled. The winds followed in similar fashion but then came off weird as in their efforts to mimic their master, pulled him away. In a millisecond, Yusuf was no more. The only thing left as evidence he was ever there, were the flowers that rattled. |
Yusuf’s eyes sailed through space as he stood staring at the flowers and plants surrounding the entirety of the green house. And as he watched, he saw the winds moving in slow motion that he felt he could race up to it and hold it in its tracks. But the problem was, his mind wasn’t even with the winds itself but rather, at the make shift bed in front of him that was beside the cupboard. It wasn’t the bed he was concerned of, but the person on it. Yusuf stared down at himself to see he was no longer in his green skin-suit. “Your heartbeat is slowing down” a voice came up immediately, beside him. Yusuf swung around to see Lotanna standing in front of him. It was morning, and as Yusuf sighed, he looked at the syringe in front of him on the table among the flower vases. He picked it up and stuck it to his right arm injecting the fluid in it into his veins. “How long can we keep this up?” he asked trying to hide the pain that came from sticking the injection into his skin and the fluid entering his system. “What…?” Lotanna moved closer to him like she hadn’t heard the first time, but it was obvious she was only trying to cover up the gap between them; no matter how awkward it was she did it. “She’s showing no sign of improvement. It’s been 5 days now, she hasn’t opened her eyes. Nothing we’ve done has worked. She hasn’t eaten…” Yusuf pointed, directing his index finger at the position he was previously looking at. “What would you have us do?” Lotanna asked only to end up finding interest in something else as she inhaled the morning breeze. “Maybe we should take her to the hospital” Yusuf suggested. “We can’t do that without letting Oluchi know. And that means exposing you” Lotanna rebuked, reminding Yusuf of a fact with her last statement. “Or how else am I going to explain finding her when am not allowed to step outside?” she explained as Yusuf stared on. For one, he noticed how beautiful she looked yet saw how awkward her eyes were stylishly directed at him. “We can’t keep this a secret forever. Maybe we should tell Oluchi, reason with her. Maybe she would understand” he suggested, trying as much as he could to be realistic to the situation. He turned to look at the girl on the mattress again then returned his eyes to Lotanna for her response. “No!” she barked out. Confused, Yusuf found himself glaring at everything while trying to keep his heart rate in one piece. “Why?” he returned. “There is something wrong with the girl. I don’t quite get it but I don’t think it has to do with someone she is scared of or running from but what is chasing her” Lotanna explained, reversing the subject in a whole new way. She faked a tensed look afterwards which Yusuf on his end couldn’t tell if real or fake. “…the night you brought her I heard something” she continued, with Yusuf looking around to notice the winds blowing again but back to full speed this time. “…it wasn’t clear but it was obvious it was a voice reaching for her” Lotanna ended only to turn her eyes to where the girl was sleeping. “There was nobody here that night. I didn’t hear any voice” he stated, looking for ways to coax her out of such thoughts. He raised his hands only to halt them in the air, he felt like touching her. “But I did…” Lotanna insisted. “So what are you saying? That the girl is possessed?” Yusuf dropped his hands, theorizing. He turned away from Lotanna immediately to rest on the thought that she might be right. He turned to look at the sleeping girl again. “I shouldn’t have brought her here” he said hitting his head. He brought this upon himself. “No…” Lotanna went off before he could finally sink himself into the pool of regret. “Maybe she’s like us” she theorized forcing Yusuf to look at her again as he found a reason not to be guilt-ridden. “…and if she is, all the more reason we shouldn’t let Oluchi know” Lotanna affirmed. Hiding his excitement, Yusuf tried to calm his mind but found that to be dangerous, “I don’t understand. Why are we even hiding in the first place? I know why I am hiding but you, why?” he asked, “Why are you hiding?” That instance everything fell silent as Lotanna found her eyes picking offense with something. Yusuf on the other hand felt everything slow including his own movements which to him, was surprising and weird. Everything was fine, he assumed but this? “Hide…” he caught up to Lotanna immediately only to have her jug him off his lucid moment. He stared at her dumbly once he found himself back in reality. And like one awaiting a kiss from a crush, he’s heartbeats rose, only to have Lotanna yell at him. “Quick, hide. Along with the girl…she’s coming” Spurred by his rage, Yusuf turned away from Lotanna that minute along with the winds as they sparked and rattled everything around including the flowers. Lotanna's hair billowed high afterwards. At one glare, Lotanna saw the sleeping girl on the mattress was no longer there, nor the mattress itself. Yusuf who was just in front of her, was nowhere to be seen. Lotanna stood still immediately, knowing Oluchi was just steps behind. “Ah…you are already awake” she said once she came close to Lotanna. “There is someone at the parlour waiting for you…the boy from the office. He says it is urgent” she reported immediately. Chuks stretched his shirt collar before straightening his shirt; as he stood waiting for the owner of the house; the person he had come to meet. He stood firm memorizing his lines all over again, hoping he hadn’t missed anything. He felt the need to be prepared; fully prepared. But then each time he tried, he felt disappointed seeing he hadn’t the perfect punch line to tell someone, a family member was up to no good. The reason being he was just a common outsider. “This way…” Chuks heard immediately from close range and so stood still, holding on to the file in his hand like it was his life. Out from an angle, he saw the lanky woman reappear but this time with Lotanna; the lady he had come to meet. He restructured his posture once more to ensure he was upright. Uprightness was what was required to be believed in such circumstances. “Good morning Miss Lotanna” he blurted trying to form an accent. It didn’t go so well and the lanky woman; Oluchi and Lotanna made sure he was aware of it. Chuks returned the gaze. “If you are from the company, I presume you must be Chuks?” the lady replied, somewhat pretending to be oblivious to his identity. “By my voice you shall know me” he smiled, stretching his arms sideways like one welcoming a hug. Lotanna stood for a second, directed her eyes at everything except her visitor, “My uncle isn’t around” she said, unimpressed with the humor and gesture. Disappointed, Chuks moved for an apology only to halt 3 paces from her, “Actually I came to see you” he said softly, looking at Oluchi then at the clock. Lotanna somewhat withdrawing from her position; directed her eyes to where Oluchi was then to Chuks. “Me? Oluchi said it was something urgent” she hadn’t the perfect thing to say but had to say something. Oluchi sensing what might have been going on, took some steps back to her mistress. She looked at her. “So what is it?” Lotanna restructured, having come up with just the perfect response, “Oluchi could you excuse us? I think am safe” she turned to her butler, grabbing her arm; talk about perfect timing. “I was about to go to the market” the lanky woman came up with. It was just the thing Lotanna requested but the woman had to make it look less of a command or her reacting to one. The woman found a reason to leave but still much slower than Lotanna expected. Lotanna had to wait for everything to clear before turning to her visitor. |
Twitching her neck sideways, Agnes found it hard to believe what she was seeing but then, couldn’t hold herself from drawing out tears. The aged woman also drew out tears too. “No…no…no” Agnes stuttered, “You are not real” she shook her head again, “You are dead” she cried. The woman standing while staring at Agnes with wet eyes flung a pitiful gaze at the young lady in front of her. She shook her head too. “Stop this” she reprimanded, “There is no good in it…” “You are dead!” Agnes sparked off before the woman could finish. “You are dead” she repeated, “You are supposed to be dead!” she screamed a third time. Shivering at the echo of her own voice, Agnes stepped back trembling. A great cold swept all over her immediately. “You are supposed…to be…dead” she closed her eyes whispering gently as she held her ears covered. She was trying very hard to block the thoughts. The thought that she had seen a ghost or that a ghost was in her room. How? Why? She struggled hard to block the questions as she incessantly breathed in and out to keep her heartbeat. Agnes tried to assume and maintain the belief that the ordeal wasn’t happening nor was it real. But then, removing her hands off her ears, she realized it wasn’t about seeing a ghost that she should be worried of but the thoughts of losing her mind. It was like Nana all over again, isn’t it? She asked. She was losing her mind wasn’t she? They said she would. They said it began with her mother like this. Was this it? Agnes rubbed her back head with her fingers as she opened her eyes. She wasn’t there; the woman wasn’t there again. Agnes glared around to wonder for the fact if it was her imaginations playing tricks on her or history taking effect. The room was as it was, everything was silent, no woman, no blood or water or a mix of both on the floor or anywhere. Everything stood as if nothing had happened. “Am not losing my mind” Agnes said aloud, “I won’t. am not you. I will never be” she assured. |
‘That was Baghdad 2005. Media has it, it was a stint military operation. No one tried to investigate. Classified…’ Nickel texted; ‘Is the woman still alive?’ Agnes replied the text. ‘The 2nd image is Angela Vrataski. Alibi—L.A aspiring actress gone without a trace. IRL serving as ultimate seducer for the C. I. A in gaining intelligence from top politicians in rival countries, business moguls, scientific minds. Has the ability of persuasion, irresistible beauty and extreme level of pheromones. Has skin condition of melting skin which requires high load of ‘cosmetics’ to keep up. Currently under capture of Japanese military; evident from the photo, after a mission gone south’ Nickel texted once more, ignoring Agnes’ text or question. Agnes went back to watching the previous video again as doubt occupied her mind and memory. Was it Fake…? Video FX…? Or the real deal? This was too much to be true. How could such operation be secret till now? She asked. Or was Nickel really CharlieUFO? She rested on another theory while scrolling through the chats to take a look at the images once more. She stopped at the image of the blonde woman kneeling to Japanese soldiers whose skin was melting. Alex Nickel must have a whole new definition of ‘beauty’, Agnes thought, unable to stand the sight of the photo. She scrolled back to the current chat to see another video again. Without wasting time, she played it. Unlike the previous one, the recording on this was clearer in picture quality as if to testify it was in line with the year the recording was made. 2014; technology had gotten better then. Like its predecessor, the video had a muted audio but the background featured a livelier mood than the previous that had a hostile one. The recording took place in a bedroom, well furnished with a scent Agnes could perceive from where she was. A middle aged bald headed, well-dressed Japanese man in grey beard led a woman inside. It was the blonde woman in the picture, only here she was the absolute definition of all Nickel had texted. But Nickel couldn’t have gotten everything right for he failed to add; sophisticated. Agnes wondered which Nigerian lady could compare with the lady. Just like the lady, the Japanese man was sophisticated; a thing which featured more in his dressing than their age bracket as he looked more of a bureaucrat than a common wealthy man. The man invited the lady straight to the expensive mattress but the lady sensing something wrong or that she was being recorded, declined. She didn’t want to look cheap or too desperate. She instead invited the Asian to sit with her on the 3 sitter chair far from the bed, to which the man accepted rather too happily. Taking it upon herself, the lady drew herself closer to the Asian, allowing her breasts rub his chest. The man found himself too elated. He couldn’t wait for the next stage, but the lady was in no rush, she instead opted to starting a conversation. The Asian had no choice, he agreed. It was all he was doing in the recording, obliging to whatever the lady requested. It was like he had no control of himself or a personality at all. The lady found it irritating though as each time she had to bend her head, rub her forehead, hit her forehead or shake her head. One couldn’t blame her though, the conversation took the entirety of the video to which the Asian spent all time talking, laughing, being happy and agreeing. It couldn’t have been more irritating but if the lady had exercised a little patience for which she was less than likely to, her eyes wouldn’t have bled out due to her hurry; or perhaps, due to the lack of it. In few minutes, the lady started bleeding profusely from her eyes which to the Asian was weird as he was more accustomed to women bleeding from a different part during monthly moments. If it was just that, it would’ve been explainable but then, the lady’s skin started to peel changing its tone to reveal another skin layer marching third degree burns. In two blinks of an eye, the lady whom was an irresistible beauty became the villain of a horror movie; a B-movie without the Hollywood effects. So much for too much ‘make up’. Soon, the Asian found himself screaming at the sight of a third degree burns victim in front of him. Done with the Asian being so much of an irritation, the lady pulled a pistol on him. In a swift instinct for defense, the lady felt the urge to pull the trigger. Since the recording had no audio, it was safe to be sure no one knew how many shots she fired. The recording went dead after the Asian fell on his back to the 3 sitter. ‘Why did she kill him? He was clearly defenseless and she could have left under the pretext of suffering from a skin condition she doesn’t want anyone to know about’ Agnes rushed to type before settling to wait for Nickel’s reply. What if Nickel was indeed CharlieUFO? Maybe that was how he found out her name. But then again, she didn’t use her real name only an alias. And she knew not to put her email on the site. Who are you? She asked again but to herself. What if Nickel was just some Nigerian playing with her? She hissed. Nigerians are smarter than that. They are rather busy hustling than sitting on a laptop 24/7 finding conspiracy. ‘She’s a woman. She panicked and that’s how she got caught. She wasn’t trained for the field. The Japanese found she was a spy, and then the rest is the history we are chatting on now…’ Nickel emailed. Agnes rushed to read only to see another text again, ‘The 3rd image is from Hurricane Katrina. No one knows what it was. Still trying to figure it out but satellite images make it out to be a man either stirring the hurricane or…’ the message read, and Agnes had to scroll back to see the image again. For the first time, she realized it was the image from the video upload CharlieUFO posted on his site and they had argued on; the Captain Frederick Jones clip. Was it confirmed? Nickel is really CharlieUFO, Agnes thought. ‘I believe you’ve seen the image/video before?’ Agnes read the latest text from Nickel. Eager to reply and prove she was right on the fact that Nickel and Charlie was the same person, Agnes typed, ‘How did you know that?’ ‘Like I said ‘did a background check’ Nickel sent. ‘Are you CharlieUFO?’ Agnes replied, but Nickel’s response didn’t match her question. ‘So you see, these people live amongst us as ordinary people living ordinary lives…till the govt. gets hold of them as weapons’ Nickel texted. Frustrated with him not replying the most important questions, Agnes was eager to type ‘So what do you want?’ to end the chat. ‘Excuse me…?’ Nickel replied with a question; his very first question that seemed genuine. ‘Giving me all that information must come at a price which worst of all, are classified data. You involved me for a reason’ Agnes typed, reading along as she was eager to type. ‘Why don’t you sleep on that? When you wake, how about considering a trip to Amsterdam Netherlands, sponsored by my estate where we can talk about that. And a lot you don’t know’ Nickel spent 3 minutes before replying, much to Agnes’ initial disappointment. ‘Trust me, it’ll be worth your time…’ was Nickel’s latest and last text. Agnes rolled her eyes around before scrolling her phone, she looked around, “This isn’t right” she said, “Just like that?” she left the expression on her face while staring at her laptop that was paces away from her. She moved to it leaving her phone behind as she sat on the chair nearest to the laptop looking at its screen. She tapped the space bar key to reveal a visual fest of a blog titled‘hystericaltrends.com’ that had her picture on the top right of the title log. She had a smile on it and was on green; emerald. Agnes placed her index finger on the laptop mouse, moved it to her desired taste, and then settled on typing. It didn’t take her long to get done though considering there was a lot on her head to be shafted down. Agnes sighed once she typed in the last word with a full stop. There was nothing as good as clearing your head off so many thoughts and finishing what you have on your plate, she smiled. The morning breeze flew in to kiss her, agreeing with her. Looking at the window, Agnes found the weather taking another form. A form in which an avid star wars fan wouldn’t mistake to think it was a dark force behind. “Stop!” she shortly heard as she felt everything freeze behind her and the ground go cold. It was a whisper. “Don’t…he will kill you” the voice came again tingling Agnes as she realized early enough that she wasn’t the only one in the house. Who is the person now inside? And how did he get in? Curious, she stopped whatever she felt she was doing immediately to look back. How could an intruder have busted in without her knowledge? The question hung at the back of her head as she turned, only to find out it wasn’t whom it was she should be worried about, but how. From where she sat staring at the plain view of her room, a wrinkled hand crawled up to her clawing at her right arm from out of nowhere. “Stop!” Agnes leapt out of the chair instantly on hearing the voice close to her ear. “Jesus…!” she screamed atop her voice on sighting the intruder. It took few minutes to register the whole thing, and when she came to, she found herself recounting the intruder’s appearance. It was a woman; an aged woman in ragged clothes and jaded hair. Her body was drenched all over and soaking of water and blood. Agnes looked into the woman’s eyes to be sure what she was seeing was right but what she beheld in her eyes, forced drops of tears from her own eyes. There was so much pain and blood in them. “He will kill you” the woman snarled, opening her lips to utter out silent whispers. Struggling with many thoughts and questions and most specifically, the identity of the woman, Agnes found herself covering her mouth. Fear surged into her mind instantly, holding her off from saying anything. She wasn’t sure why but when she saw the tears flowing from her eyes, she realized the reason. “Mum?” Agnes uttered out, with the question finally shoving its way out but into the river of skepticism. |
WHAT’S REAL AND WHAT ISN’T…? 19 February 2015, Agnes scrolled her phone to see the date. It’s been 3 days since she left the medical centre following the attack by Eulogy and his friends yet the pain was still there, she reminisced focusing her eyes on her phone’s screen. She touched her tummy and rubbed the back of her head to be sure it wasn’t part of the hallucinations only to be met by 2 gory images staring at her on her email box; sent by Nickel. Calming her head to make sense of the whole thing, Agnes glared to find her medications staring at her. “You should report to the police” the words came to her in her mind’s ears as she blinked her eyes. It was the woman, the doctor woman, Agnes realized. Vexed, she struck her hand against the medicine lying saliently on her bedpost kicking it out of her sight. Enough for the day, she thought returning to the 2 images which were now 3. The first featured a burning woman strapped to a table in what appears to be a military facility; the other image was a blonde woman whose skin appeared to be melting surrounded by soldiers looking pissed. The last image was a significant blur of a man or most specifically a figure on green in what appeared to be a whirlwind posing against an incoming hurricane. It was as if the figure was in a running stride. I don’t understand—Agnes struggled to type into her email message box. She relaxed hitting her head against the wall bellowing silently and feebly like she was preventing anyone from hearing. ‘Which part? The who or the what?’ the question stared back at Agnes as she looked on her screen to find a reply, ‘they are people with abilities; Extra ordinary abilities. The kind you termed ‘silly’ and the world could only see as fiction’ Nickel added in his own part of the conversation. Agnes sighed. Nickel always had his ways with words but this time, Agnes couldn’t have being more interested. She even went through the trouble of sitting upright awaiting his next text. ‘The group you’ve spent some time on the web searching for and trying hard to debunk…Miss Agnes Amanfour’ the next text read the very moment Agnes didn’t think anything could get more interesting. This time, it only turned out to be cryptic. ‘How did you know that name’…am guessing that was what you were about typing?’Agnes thought she was the one that had started the first part of the text only to look twice on her phone screen to see Nickel had already typed and sent what she had in mind; with a jibe. Confused and having perspiration run through her lungs and veins rather than the outer layers of her skin, Agnes found speed in her fingers to type, ‘Who are you?’ before Nickel could. She stuttered, breathing hard. ‘Relax. Just a fan of hystericaltrends.com’ Nickel replied, knowing that moment the mood his email friend would be in, ‘you thought I wouldn’t go through a background check after you hacked my email? Am impressed by your resume….Don’t panic’ he added, placing Agnes back in her panic mode. If he had succeeded in calming her the first time, this time he only sent her through history as Agnes rolled her eyes around. How did he know her site? More specifically, how did he find out her name? She hadn’t used her real email to start the conversation and neither did she have any previous conversation with anyone using that email address. And most importantly, the email didn’t link her to anyone or even her blog for that matter. Or was it Chuks? Did they finally catch Chuks? How? Agnes sighed. She wanted to get out of the bed but relaxed. Then again how could he have known she had been going through the internet for the possibility of super humans? Not even Chuks knew of it. ‘Look am sorry’ she typed, ‘I didn’t mean to pry. I only needed your help’ she added. ‘The 1st image I sent is Gemma Cassillas; Mexican. Has the ability to set herself on fire. Burn things… They say she has a heated temperature that could send things ablaze and result to flames if not calmed…captured by a secret ‘division’ of the U.S army which ironically the army isn’t aware of. Now serves as a secret weapon’ Nickel sent switching the subject as he gave a brief profile of the lady on fire in the first image he had sent. Agnes went back scrolling to see the photo before returning to the current chat. A call came on the screen of her phone that moment with the caller being ‘Lillian’. Agnes hissed dropping the phone to ring on the bed. It did for long much to her annoyance before stopping. Returning to the chat, she found a video waiting for her. She played it with affixed eyes as the play card was titled ‘Top Secret: Subject 256’. Although the video was mute, the picture had a clear recording in line with its year of record ‘2005’ that was stamped on bottom of the playlist. In the recording, it featured a Hispanic lady being dragged by ruffians in army regalia and turbans round their head and neck. From their lips, Agnes sensed they were speaking Arabic. She needed no one to tell her they were terrorists as their eyes were demonically sharp and their hidden beards cementing the fact. The Hispanic lady appeared tortured as she was dragged and bruised all over. The lady turned around to see it wasn’t the 5 that had dragged her to the desert plane that were the only ones dressed that way. They were many, they had guns and worse, armored tanks, cannons and not only that; there were others in mini vans situated around. And as they saw her, they jumped and hopped from where ever they were to come see the lady. The 5 that had brought her said something then laughed, one grabbed at her hair and was somewhat reasoning sex. A large man amongst the others in one of the vans came up to the girl, grabbed at her jaw then yelled snorting his nose like he was asking a question. The lady didn’t respond. Vexed, he pulled a pistol on her skull. He yelled again snorting his nose like he was giving her an option. But before the lady couldn’t think of what the option was or the man could pull the trigger, a distraction caught up with him. Or he caught up with the distraction. In a mild moment a massive shockwave of fire flew out of the lady taking on the entire radius including the large man whom was first. The vans, the tanks, the men went off in what the recording couldn’t produce; boom! |
SMUAG:Okay, you are right bro. I still find the show good. |
SMUAG:Walking dead started as a 20 something episode bro. |
Godsofsoccer:Don't have any link bro. Not even in the group. |
TonySpike:You should see season 2 before deciding on that. I don't think you all were looking into seeing cinematic visuals or actions but story wise, the show is good. The characters are well written and it's engaging. Just stop expecting cinematic level stuffs. Even falcon and winter soldier couldn't achieve that. |
abduleez1:Maybe cause you don't have interest in it. |
SMUAG:I disagree with you on Superman and Lois. The show is a 15 episode arc and so far has been great. My opinion though. |
What strong response do they want? No African country is a super or nuclear power, neither do they have the might of an economy. They made sure of that in treaties we sign for relief. Or are they asking we send in slaves to assist as soldiers? These guys are just bullies. Europe and the entirety of the West, Russia included. |
Northernblood5:Look at you. And you think the reliefs are for free right? Do you know the contents or the measures African countries have to agree to for help to be given? Do you think it helps Africa or them? If you are having low self esteem, I suggest you handle it in private. |
abduleez1:And nothing about GL that has been in pre production since 2019 and announced since 2014. Sometimes no be by hardwork but grace. |
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