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U guys should pardon me. School is on session once again n its kinda hectic. I'm even tired as I type nw buh I'll try and cook up an update tonight. Body no be firewood joor. I wan crash!

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#MADE OF MORE

He landed on a couch. It puffed up like it hadn't been cleaned or sat on it ages. He looked around; fireplace, dusty chandelier above, the engravings on the wall, the wine bar as expected empty. This place needed care to say the least.

"What a way to say good morning!"

The sound had come from what appeared to be the entrance to the room. He looked towards the door to see a man standing leaning on the door frame. He gulped in the details before him. Grey hair that were scattered and looked like they needed washing and de bugging perhaps, wrinkles that showed more of fatigue and anxiety than old age, eyes that were sunken like they hadn't known the luxury of a good sleep in a long while. The clothes appeared to be the cleanest with just a spot or two with earth stains and slashes here and there, he guessed were from brushing against twigs in the forest. He was smiling now as he revealed a set of teeth that was really discolored. He walked towards him, his pace slow and painful.

"Sorry to burst up your place but I didn't know..."

"O...come of it. There's no need to apologize. I should be the one sorry...I completely forgot about that booby trap. It hasn't been used in ages. I designed it to catch unsuspecting invaders who would try to attack or steal from me. You know...out here back in the days people really hunted me like I was bounty."

"Really...but why?"

"Well, because they thought I had abilities that they could put to use, selfish use I must add"

"But...were they wrong?"

He resumed walking and made way for a sort of sink at the far right of the room. He cupped a handful of water from a giant sized goblet and poured on his face. He washed the night remains from his eyes and looked into a mirror. George was surprised he had one.

"I know you must think me an old unkempt man but I wasn't always like this...I was once a fine young man but you see...the happenings took my youth. I have seen the worst of days. I've watched day after day as lives are sucked up in death by the hands of cruelty, man and beast alike. I've had to be dogged to survive...Trust me I've seen better days were there was all but love and glamour...the days of wearing purple robes and..."

"You are royalty?"

George interrupted him quite to the distaste of the man who gave him a queasy look.

"Well, not exactly...but I did live in a palace. I wonder what's become of it now.."

"How do you mean?" George asked. He really didn't know but he was really interested in what could have made a man who once lived in a palace to be so reduced as to what was before him; a bag of bones.

"Nothing for you to worry about," he said sinking into a chair. He held his hands together and was rubbing them against each other. George had the feeling he was contemplating his next words or actions. He needed to show this man that he could be trusted and that he posed no harm whatsoever. He allowed a brief silence to pass between them during which he had time to retrospect on his near death experience. When he spoke, it was a low and quite emotional tone.

"Thank you for saving my life back there!".

He startled as though he had been awaken from a dream. He stared at him for some seconds and then seemed to gain his consciousness back.

"Oh that...its nothing. Thank God I arrived in time. My poor feet were so uncooperative."

"But still you did save me...I'm really grateful."

"You're welcome lad. Although, I find it difficult to accept that seeing it was more of a duty than a favor."

"Sorry?"

"Never mind. Let's just enjoy the feeling of being alive."

"Hell no...you're beginning to sound like my "'guardian'."


He gestured with his fingers curving the second and index finger as he said the 'guardian', like a quotation. He wanted to pass the information that he didn't quite believe in the guardian thing.

"Are you in any way trying to say you don't believe its your guardian because it actually is."


"And how would you know that?"


"Because I gave him to you in accordance to your father's instructions."

Ice4jez:
So story way sweet like dis dey and una no tell me ba, i go scatter this place if i no get sit for front . Oga sir if u no finish dis story i go come ur house.
No shock yes i go come, i know ur house

Oya come and take your seat. You na chairman na. I be reserve seat for you. Abeg no come my house oo..LoL!

waslek:
Nice update bros am enjoy it

I'm glad you like it. Keep following. It always gets better.

ODUMAIYE:
thanks for the update

You welcome my dear.

Chrisx1x:
Update was cool...keep it up bro

Thanks bro.

[size=5pt]CHAPTER EIGHT[/size]

[size=4pt]A soothing coolness was radiating around his head. The type you get when you just woke up after some really excruciating mental and physical exertion.
Hmmm! He felt so comfortable here.

What had he been thinking about?

His mind went in a stream of backward motion and arrived safely in what he could say undoubtedly was the strangest place he had ever seen.

Where does a lion run from a prey or even a predator?

It was never the prey. It was the LION, the king of the jungle. It was meant to scare other animals, lesser, equal or even greater in size with his intimidating mane and roar that could melt even the hardest of hearts. It was the predator, an epitome of ferocity, the true blend of power and doggedness. It was this that made everything more confusing. Something had to be wrong. It was either the boy had a power equal to the lion or even greater or another theory could be that the place was an outcry of vicarious, insane. A complete deviation from the real world projection.

Still, there had been the case of a mice chasing a cat.

Which mice does that? Given the feline nature of the cat and its sharp claws. It could so easily have squeeze to death the mice just the way you would an orange. And it hadn't looked like a joke or a merriment affair. Which cat allows itself to be bullied by its prey?

Definitely!

This was an 'upside down' world. A fallacious projection of the real world.

But...What if that world was the real world? ...And the one he was in now was a mirage?

"Damn! I think I'm just so head jammed right now. Confused and jeez and...my head's beginning to ache!"

Pause...

His nose had caught the strange and repugnant smell of something so strong it made the pit of his stomach do a flip. What was it that smelt so bad?

Eyes opened slowly...

The dead roaches and the small heap of plates on the floor casted a shadow on the fast already peeling, color deprived wall...And this wall didn't look like it was made of brick, block or concrete. Twas made of...mud?

He stirred immediately and looked around. Three strong goblets were on the table and from one was coming a steady wave of smoke which no doubt contained a sizable amount of the foul-smelling liquid. He heard a wheezing sound and turned towards the fireplace. A kettle was purring out smoke and it was unattended

Who ever started a cooking only to leave it unattended?

He got up and headed for what looked to him like a reading table. Book laid opened on the surface and the reading lamp was still turned on.

A name! It had to be on one of the books...

His movement though didn't come quite as he had expected. A sensation he was not so familiar with was building up on his limbs. He looked down to see a a bandage wrapped around his leg. In the middle was a patch of dried blood, his blood. It appeared the evil creature had really found his leg edible to have chosen to poke its fangs there.

Still he moved on. He was curious to know where he was and who it was that had rescued him or otherwise captured him. He still wished he hadn't fainted after only just catching a glimpse of his face, whoever he had been.

As he got halfway to the door, he couldn't help but notice that something was amiss. The shock he felt as he placed his legs on this spot wasn't just from the pain he was feeling. A certain feeling of...of warmth in contrast to the rest part of the floor. He looked down and heard an unmatched sound of something unfastened.

"Oh mhen." That was all he could mutter for the split second he gained the recognition; the floor board had come loosed and he was going down and descending really fast.

"Arrrrrrrhhhhhh!" [/size]

daveguy50:
Hello everyone its smartshadow. I am currently using a friends nairaland account
Some of you might have read my novel(complicated desire).
Well thanks to the wise and mature minded moderators(and truly I say this with the highest level of sarcasm there is), I have been banned from this section and my work has been moved to sexuality section.
I must say that I wasn't by any means warned or alerted about this decision
It pains my heart because not only have I invested valuable time in writing this book, but there are nairalanders who have been following, supporting and enjoying my work.

It goes to show that its not everyone who can use a computer that actually has common sense.
I am in no way going to continue writing the novel because what inspired me to write in the first place was because I wanted to share in the intelligence and talent of writers and readers in this section.

So to everyone that has encouraged my work and who have been supportive, I say a big thank you.

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And @ Op. I am so so sorry for derailing your lovely thread

I take no offense cos for one, you've brought attention to my thread. I should say thanks. And I'm quite sorry concerning your unfair treatment.

Thank goodness I was able to finish that chapter. Now thinking up the next. Whoever said writing was easy!

He wished he had read more about this evil spider so as to know what to expect but alas, he had been too comfortable in his dream paradise. A numbness was beginning to build up on his face and he knew that soon his face and indeed his nose would be frozen. Death indeed was inevitable. It kept creeping on and he fought hard to keep breathing. His mouth was dry and he couldn't seem to keep his tongue wet. He felt down in his thoracic cavity like he was being strangled.


Damn! He could no longer breathe. He tried forcing air out but to no avail. His heart which had been pounding slowly was slowing to a halt...his thoughts were no longer in a jam but had now achieved a perfect state of stillness. His struggles ceased and his mind clicked to a stop.



He found himself in a place that looked somewhat like a camp. The people he saw were all dressed in what he could describe as a modernized form of rags only able to cover their delicate areas leaving the others bard and they had no shoes on.



He watched as a little boy, a little younger than himself run pass him. He was pursuing something...Oh, he could see it , it was a lion and--what the hell--the lion was running away like his life depended on it.



What was this place? Oh, don't tell me I'm dreaming again!I could just...


Another scenario caught his attention, he saw a mice chasing a cat into a hole and his mouth fell agape.



"What is this place?," he asked again.



It was then he took a look at himself and saw the change. His body was not that of a ten year old...it looked more like that of a adult teenager. He was shell-shocked at this.



"What's happening to me!," he screamed. He keeping used his hands in covering his mouth but noticed that the woman who had been spreading clothes to dry on the patch of grass had not even so much as moved a muscle in reaction to the noise that he had just produced which could even alert a deaf man.



He saw a house from afar with its roof made of thatch but it was freshly made and he wondered if this was what attracted him to it. He found himself moving in its direction. He noticed that he was moving at an unimaginable speed that even himself couldn't coordinate. He looked down towards his feet and screamed soundlessly as he discovered that he wasn't walking but gliding in mid air. He tried to slow down but the more he tried, the more his speed increased.



"Stoppppp!," he screamed out in fear as he approached the house not just because he was inhumanly gliding but because from his calculation, if he went straight ahead he was going to crash in pure concrete wall.



Exactly as he had feared, he glided straight into the wall and he waited to feel the great surge of pain flow through his whole being from having all of his bones broken. He waited closing his eyes but alas, it didn't come. He open his eyes slowly and was amazed when he found himself standing with his two feet inside the building and face to face with a very bearded man wielding a sword and swinging it in some very cultured motion.

He shifted uncomfortably as he was daringly so close, too close to the swinging blade. He made to move backward but looking back saw a barrier in the form of a wall. His heart skipped a beat. The man advanced towards him and as he did he flashed a quarter joule of a smile.



"Hell no, he can see me...and...and, he after MEEeeee!"



He made to run to his right to the only exit but the blade had been swung already and he watched as it sliced through him passing through his navel. He stopped and watch as blood made to flow out. But it never did. The sword had passed right through him without cutting him. He looked at himself surprised.



"What sort of a dream is this?"



He noticed the man had continued practicing his swordmanship after he had seemingly cut him. So, maybe he wasn't exactly planning to kill me.


You wouldn't exactly want to kill someone you couldn't see, or does it ever happen?



A door opened and he saw a very beautiful woman possibly in her twenties walked in carrying a trayful of some sort of dream which he guessed was medicinal tea. The man put down the sword and flashed a full blown smile at the lady who returned it with a dazzling one of hers to reveal a perfect set of white sparkling teeth. She walked gracefully to where he stood and gave him a peck on his cheek.


"Enough of practice. Its time to take a break," she said pushing him down but gently to sit on the sofa. He took the cup and brought it to his mouth. His face contorted as he gulped it down. It definitely was some of those bitter tea that had medicinal properties. He wondered what it did.



She, the lady pressed her head against his chest as he put the cup down.



No doubt she is his wife. The man wound his hand around her shoulder and pressed her in. They stayed like for a long while during which he had time to survey the environment. There was the unmistaken air of splendor here. The floor shone like it had-an indeed it was-made of some lustrous material. The bed was made from, oh, he didn't know much about wood but there wasn't a way that this wasn't gonna be expensive. It felt smooth against his touch. The bedding was thick and hairy the like of which he had only seen in Manterror's possession. On the wall were various artistic paintings. On one a very little boy was caressing a dog on the head. On another, there was the picture of a cowboy posing with a horse. One caught his attention; it was a picture of a man, a woman most likely the man's wife and a young lad, somewhat four years old. There was something about the boy that he just couldn't put together. His eyes, bluish like sea and his lip....



Suddenly, he found himself being drawn away like a pressure cleaner sucking in dirt. His whole essence was sucked away through the walls and through thin air until he found himself at a clearing at broad daylight.

Looking down on a boy wrapped in web!



"What the he...I'm not dead...I can't be dead!"


His words were coming out as disjointed, he was shaking visibly. He tried to squeeze a tear but found a barren tear gland.



Was this what being dead felt like?



Footsteps...



He waited as the 'who' came into sight. It turned out to be a what instead, the azian spider. It was taking careful steps towards his body perhaps observing if he was absolutely dead. He came to where his body stood.


"Damn! Is that how my body looks.."



He was looking white, deadly white, like all the color had washed from his face, from his body.
The spider was directly over him.

I have to do something. Oh, he's about to eat me. I have to stop him.



He tried earnestly to come up with a solution but nothing was coming.



The book.



The book had said something about something that stopped this evil creature.
Oh, I was never able to complete that word. I'm doomed!


He tried again. It had read B--W---A---T. It stopped all creature that crept.

BWAT

What could that be? Bwat...oh...WATER. The author had been trying to say "by water."


He had to get water. He looked around but there was no water source around. The azian spider had already pierced his body with its sharp tentacles and was in the action of tearing his limb apart...

Splashhhhh



Water. The spider was dripping with water and it was wriggling as though acid had been poured on it.



But where had the water come from?



He looked away from the spider to see a strangely familiar figure.

It was the STRANGER.

Nice evening guys! Hope you enjoyed your day...I'm still MADE OF MORE. Guessing you know what that means. New update coming...

He backed away in utmost fear, his bottom rubbing the ground as he slid backward but the predator seemed unperturbed. He could see the terror clearly in its amazingly big and black eyes which were a shade lighter than darkness. More sputum fell on him as the spider continued staring down on him.
His legs felt wobbly under his weight as he made to stand. He wondered still why the creature had made no attempt to get him to remain under its clutches. He stood upright and then slowly observing the spider with caution, made to run and that was when the first of it hit him.

It felt like a rope made from climbers and twigs only it was stronger and held firm to him. He had never thought that webs were so much silky. He was about to be 'webbed' and for fear couldn't imagine what was to become of him in minutes.

Slowly, he was dragged backward by the strong webs which were being spun around him at an amazing speed and precision. Soon, he was encased all around and rendered immobile. He tried time and time again but with the tightness of the web, his efforts were as good as pouring water in a basket especially as this basket was alive and bent on using him as a late night snack.

Minutes passed and soon his eyes and head were all covered. He could hardly breathe and he felt the air sweeping around him as he was slowly hoisted up and propped by two strong webs against the trees.
He waited while holding his breath for the eating to begin but it wasn't coming. Oh, maybe it had decided against eating him immediately. Thank goodness,at least, he got to eaten later and given time to think up a possible escape, he was holding unto this hope as his life depended on it. He wondered how he would look inside the belly of a over-sized giant spider. He wondered if it had teeth to marsh up his flesh and to --my god--crack up his bones or if it would just cut him bits by bits and then swallow. Anyways, he would be long dead, too dead to care.

He was also surprised that his mouth had not been webbed and he could very well scream the heavens down if he wanted to. Could this be the way that the wizard Ordin had configured his demon...to watch them scream as it ate them to their death? He could only picture the scene as he watched as his limbs were pulled of and eaten raw not even boiled or roasted. Anyways, what did it matter. He would be already dying from the pain. He would...

Wait a minute!

The trees.

He had been propped up against the trees. They were his friends even if he had only befriended them less than 24 hours. Thank heavens, he wasn't hopeless afterall. He would call to them for their help once this beast had retreated to its sleep. Ha! It wasn't that smart and precise afterall, else, it could have been able to detect that trees were not so much the best ally against humans like him...especially humans with good aura. He flashed a quarter pound of a smile which he had to drop quickly as his cheek hurt due to the painful sensation that was a side effect of this spider's web. Oh, Ordin! He would strangle Ordin if he met him. How could he have been so cruel as to make a monster like this and then just die without taking his evil with him. He deserved a real good whacking. He tried turning his hand but it felt numb. It was evident that all the blood had sort of coagulated there.

So this was what it felt like to be webbed?

He would now truly know the agony those moths and butterflies who made the costly mistake of flying into a spider's web felt. He felt like his was trapped inside his own body. What was the word for that again....

Shhhhhs! Listen!

Ironic as it sounded, his mind had just ordered him to be still and concentrate as he heard the retreating steps of the spider. He gave it some time, about ten minutes and when he felt everything go still, he called out to the tree.

"Hey tree!"

No response.

"C'mon friends!"

Silence.

"Hey! Guys! Please wake up and help me. Don't tell me you're asleep. That spider just spun his webs around you. What's that your name again?"

"Aha! Thank you for remembering to ask. I'm the tree who you refused to welcome you. You thought you were too good for me. Well, I don't see how I'm gonna help you. I'm too good to get my hands soiled by your filth. You could as well kiss your life goodbye. You're a dead meat."

"Oh no!," he exclaimed. He then turned to the other at his right.

"What about you, don't you care that I die?"

"I'm sorry....but, I can't help. I didn't get to introduce myself else you wouldn't even dare ask help of me...I'm a bamboo...and we ain't friendly to humans. Sorry!"

"Jeez, I'm dead!," he exclaimed more to himself than to the trees.

"You could say that again," both trees chorused.

He immediately knew why it hated him, the bamboo. They were one of the most utilized species of trees owing to their tensile strength and so were always exploited. He wondered how such coincidence could have happened here, especially to him. How come he had been tied to two unfriendly trees, human haters. He really was damned here.

rockhillz:
#MoM
#MADE OF MORE

Yeah. We're made of more. Sorry, I was away due to my expired subscription. But I'm back nw.

dastancypayne:
just been away for sometime, man. i cn see you've gone far. pls keep up the gud work.

Thanks a bunch. Keep following.

Jollyjoy:
ooooh! In oliver twist voice\ buf i nich moreee

You'll get your more soon. I'm back. Thanks for staying wif me.

emarkson:
oliver twist mode *activated.
Abeg more update plssss

I'm about updating boss. Thanks

Chrisx1x:
*Stealthily sneaks in,sniffs around,no update yet,sneaks out *

Abeg, sneak in in some minutes. The update's ready!

emarkson:
oliver twist mode *activated.
Abeg more update plssss

Ready!


And so guys, I'm truly sorry for keeping you waiting. I'm back on...back like I never left.


#MADE OF MORE

OMG! I didn't know I wud miss you guyz so much. I just renewed my sub now...I'm ready to continue.

ODUMAIYE:
food don finish?

Finish ke! There's plent more oo...I just dished some now. Lol. Enjoy your evening jawe...

Jollyjoy:
Guy kip it up.i love ur story line.more mb to ur phone.

Thanks. You can say that again! My sub expires in less than two hours.

"The singing birds", "The wishing stars", "Pentecoss", "Jail breaker", "mummifying process" ...That title caught his attention. He thought he had heard it before. Where? Where? He couldn't exactly put it together. They were like fragments in thousands of pieces too loose, too difficult to be put together.
Mummifying Process

He opened the book and read what appeared to be a summary written neatly with ink.


"Azian spiders are believed to have originated from the ancient worlds of Inlios, the twin magic city of Ingard. They are believed to have been created by the Wizard Ordin who was cruel and wicked and needed a weapon sleek and deadly and able to move with the greatness caution and quietly so. He needed some form of weapon that would kill without anyone hearing the screams of the victims call for help. He found reason to think that the spiders were the greatest match to this.
And so he created his creatures to resemble the spiders but unlike spiders they were big, a dozen times larger than real spiders. They stood at ten feet at the least and had the head of a crocodile, with razor sharp teeth that could pierce into the strongest of bones in seconds. They were black, ebony black. Like spiders, they went through procedures. First, they trap their preys in webs(but their webs are way stronger and tougher than a normal spider's web) and then they wait for the prey to stop struggling for a possible escape. Having de mobilized their prey, they go to the last step of eating it up, in this case humans during which they leave no remains, blood, bones and all..."


He paused to imagine the horror to having ones body eaten alive by a horrifying creature. He prayed he never had to come across such in his life. He realized he had been standing and walked to the bed to sit down. As he sat, he noticed the bed go down and made some sound that were unmistakably ripples; it was a water bed.

"Cool," he said looking around and examining it. This place was so sophisticated and yet still had a touch of tradition. He wondered who designed it. It was such a master piece. His mind drifted back to the book and then the pounding in his chest resumed. He wondered why he felt a relation to the book...like he could fell every bit of the description playing out before him only that it wasn't happening to any other person but himself.

"These spiders, were a creature of precision. They were spelled to trace prospective preys from a distance tracking their heat signals from distances. Ordiners are found in forested areas and are often found lurking in the dark owing to the fact that they possessed the faculty of a keen and sharp vision."

He wondered why he was feeling more and more worried as he read on. It was not as though he was any close to having an encounter with any one of such creatures. He was here in a comfortable room free from harm and without need to worry. He shrugged his shoulders and read the last paragraph on the page.

"The azian spiders are only known to have one form of weakness and any other thing will be without effect on it. Ordin had thought he had created a flawless creature but he was mistaken. Every creature has a weak point even magical ones and the azians were not spared. Like all other crawlers, they..."

" Whoa! There's so much information here," he thought. He wondered who had written it. Just then he looked down to the bottom right corner of the book and saw a signature so carefully signed and underneath, a name; LOGAN SANDOLL.

Logan Sandoll..what a name! Sandoll? He wondered what it meant. His mind went back to the book. He was surprised that his attention kept slipping from the book. He found it hard tracing where he had stopped. But in seconds, he got to the line.

" Like all crawlers, they are impeded..."

His vision was getting blurred and the letters were no longer legible.

Something was wrong!

He tried desperately to read them but could only make out some letters.

"...B WA T ..."

He felt his whole world melting before his eyes and his breath becoming difficult. He screamed out in pain and jerked up....out of his sleep. His breathing was heavy and uncontrolled. His vision was still blurred. Slowly it cleared and he saw that he was still in the clearing in the forest. Good. Tears dropped down on his legs. He stopped. He had not realized that he had been crying. He touched it and realized it felt a little sticky. He touched his eyes and traced the path where the tears ought to have followed but they were dried.

Shock

Just then he another 'tear' fell on his head. He slowly looked up to see something, the true source. Horror struck, he could only open his mouth wide; here was the perfect match to the description of an azian spider.

I'm ON! Sorry guys for keeping you waiting. I arrived home y'day. I hoped I didn't step on your toes. Plzz hold your punches...I'm so afraid of getting my nose broken. Here's your update...