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15 Fireflies
The next morning didn't have to meet her on the boat because by 5 am she had received a distress call from Segun that they've just found the body of one of the missing fake visionaries.
'Where?'
'This time, this person is so desperate, she blasted her head off'.
'Oh, God! Where?'
'The fallen statue'.
She inhaled loudly and rushed out of her bed. The person had just shown that the fake people were fallen. He had dropped the dead woman in the fallen image of a past bad leader. The image used to stand erect, but a whirlwind fell it. Regardless of the fact that she was suspended, she called people from the Police force and within a few minutes, she watched them carry her body away. After the place was cleared, Segun drove up to her.
'My head is banging', Segun complained.
'Why?'
'I'm yet to sleep'.
'What were you doing?'
'I'm after something for Rachael. We are' He said and stopped talking. He opened his mouth, inhaled, exhaled and shook his head. 'It's a secret work we've all being doing'.
'And I'm exempted?'
'No. You're part of the plan. Why do you think Rachael told you to find a way to be suspended?'
'She is dreaming'.
'Be careful'.
'She won't kill me'.
'No. But she is right, always right'.
'I'm even supposed to be in the police to know some top secrets'.
'This work has a chance to backfire. I'm sure she has her reason'.
'Reasons be damned. I shouldn't be exempted from anything'.
Segun shrugged and looked away. Whatever they were doing must be top secret, and he wasn't even supposed to hint her, but since he had done, she would find out what it was. In fact, she would make sure she solved the women issues herself and get the glory. Then, Racheal would know how good she was.
The only person that could help her track down the whereabouts of the missing Joana in a few minutes was Moriah, who still had a little misgiving about her. She would employ every means possible to get to the end of the situation before the Commissioner of Police killed off every one they paid to boost their pride and that of his useless church. She wouldn't want anything to happen to her own baby because of the evil her hands had been forced to work.
The journey to Moriah's place felt like an eternity. When she entered the useless street Moriah lived, Shayla felt like slapping Moriah for using that place as a base. Her house was one of the very few that looked presentable in the area. Even at that, she couldn't believe that she could remain sane in such a place. The street was laden with beggars, many of whom were having guns hidden under their wrappers. And preachers, who kept shouting things that no one was ready to listen to. Even the few that did try to listen were doing so with the hope they would be given things to sustain them for a long time.
She closed her nose as she walked from her car to Moriah's gate.
'House of the most wanted person. What the hell is wrong with this girl?' She mumbled.
People like that ought to be in hiding, not living in plain sight. However, when she stared at the beggars and noticed that their eyes followed her, she knew Moriah had men guarding her.
She pressed the bell continually but got no response. That wasn't what she planned. Yet, she couldn't leave without getting what she wanted. So, the only option available was to call her on the phone.
'Moriah', Shayla said calmly as she clamped the phone to her ear. She hated what she wanted to do, but if it meant losing her most precious jewel, she would. In fact, losing it would make Nosa closer to her.
'I'm not opening this door', Moriah shouted from the other side of the gate. She didn't know she was there all the while.
'Since when have you stopped opening doors for me?'
'Since we got Nosa involved. Since he came here to talk about how reckless you were to let him on the details of how I was involved with you'.
'I can handle Nosa. Open this thing. We're all in deeper trouble than you're seeing'.
She fiddled with her bag. The news about Leech's death still had a toll on her. She couldn't talk much, and the only way she could let Moriah see her pain was if she herself felt that pain. She gritted and raised a pocket knife into the view of the camera.
'Can you see the knife?'
'You can't do anything', Moriah shouted with a stiff tone. Some of the beggars were beginning to sit up.
'Open the door now or you would have the blood of this baby on your hand'.
'Nothing must happen to Nosa's baby or you would face the consequences'.
'No. Don't tell me hogwash. You know a baby's worth. If you really care for the baby, open the door'.
The last time they were together she had threatened to stab herself in the stomach, killing Nosa's baby. She knew Nosa was Moriah's weakness and she would exploit it to the last drop of his blood. She awaited Moriah's response.
'You're not talking and that's okay by me and for me', Shayla said as she shifted back.
She took the knife and pressed its edge into her stomach. Passers-by began to miss steps as they glanced and stared and stopped to watch her. Yet, she wasn't perturbed. The only things she needed at that time was to have what she needed. She cringed as the pain increased.
'That's your baby'.
'Open the door', she yelled as the knife began to pierce her skin, and blood began to drip out.
'NoOuch...Stop. That's Nosa's baby'.
'You this slut. I won't have to tell you any other thing'.
'Stop That's Nosa's baby'.
'Then, Open the damn thing'.
Moriah flung the door and Shayla sighed as she covered her cloth. Immediately she locked the gate behind her, Moriah ran into the house and returned with a first aid box. Shayla tried to ward her off, but she was already crying as she continually slapped Shayla's hands away to treat her.
'You're a wretched witch', Moriah said as she applied spirit to the wound. 'I hate you and God would definitely punish you'.
'What do you know about God, you wretched slut?' Shayla groaned and winced.
Moriah hissed and closed the first aid box. By this time, something beeped. Moriah glanced at it and stared for a while and shook her head. Shayla turned comically to look at what she was staring at. The lights on the small machine placed on the door kept changing color from green to yellow. She hissed and turned to Moriah.
'People have been calling me witch lately, and I don't think a slut like you have the right to call me one'.
'What do you want?'
'Aside that you stop screwing my man, I need to track down a woman'.
'Firstly, I'm not a slut. Secondly, he loved me first before you or Chloe or whoever in this world. He loves me'.
'Calm down'.
'Thirdly, if you don't stop referring to me as a harlot or slut or its equivalents, I don't see how I will help you. Fourthly, I'm not a slut again and why should I help you?'
Shayla rolled her eyes and pointed the knife at her stomach. 'Because you know what's at stake here and you're not stupid dear'.
Suddenly, the thing that was beeping began to beep sporadically. Moriah ran past her towards the machine and stared at it in fear. The light changed from yellow to orange and to pink. Suddenly, a sporadic shootout began outside the house. People screamed. Moriah peeped and yelled. Shayla didn't need to know what was happening outside before she brought out her gun, and gripped it with all her mind, for her baby's safety. The shooting in its loudness began to move towards the house, and an alarm began to blare. Immediately, an alarm within the house too began to blare.
'Oh, God! I think I've been burned', Moriah shouted and ran for the house. 'Come on'.
Knowing that she preferred to be in custody of the slut than to be near the unknown shooter or shooters, she ran after Moriah.
'How...?' She yelled as she gripped her bag to make sure it didn't prevent her movement. Within few seconds, she was neck to neck with Moriah, whose short tight skirt was deterrent to her fast movement.
'I don't know why, but some people are coming for me', Moriah said as they rushed into the house. She slammed the door behind them while the people outside kept shooting. Then, someone must have been free from others because, despite the numerous shooting and the unstoppable shrieks from women, someone began to shoot at her gate. Before the door was locked, Shayla saw dusts raised into the air by the people around the house.
Moriah bolted the door and pressed another button that raised a glass wall. Moriah felt like screaming at her that to what end was the door there for, but she held her peace. In that instance, her mind felt partially ready to die. Probably, she might end up in the same place as Bennett Adeoti or as Lila or even her own parents. If those people that had been screaming about hell were right, she should probably say her last prayer.
'Stay put', Moriah shouted and began to type into her laptop. Within a few minutes, her wardrobe began to spin, and soon they were faced with an armory. Adrenaline shots pulsed through Shayla's body as she watched the numerous guns face her. She felt like caressing each of the guns, and that made her moan.
'Rubbish', Moriah said and hissed as she pushed past her. 'Pick one already or as many as you want'.
Shayla stared at the gun hungrily. She quickly pressed the speed dial for emergency meant to call F.A.L.T, whenever one of them was in danger. She was lucky she had asked for back-up before, even if these people weren't the Gragus team, Rachael would have told Chioma, their schedule officer, and Chief Suberu's P.A, to dispatch help to GreenCity for help.

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Thanks for the dedication *hugs*
I don't really trust this Chloe of a girl, she knows about her husband's mistress and yet she acts cool with it. I think she has a hidden agenda.
They all have secrets *sad face*

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Thanks for the dedication *hugs*
I don't really trust this Chloe of a girl, she knows about her husband's mistress and yet she acts cool with it. I think she has a hidden agenda.
They all have secrets *sad face*

Yes, they all have big ones at that.

16 Let Nosa Know
Nosa was still fixed on finding either Shayla or the middleman, Segun. He decided it was high time he met with his computer analysts. They too were eager to meet him. They updated him on everything, but after all, they ended up telling him that they were stagnant. Therefore, the only option was to return to Shayla's boat.
He returned to Shayla's boat to ransack it. If he did his search well, he would probably see things there that would enhance his investigation. He drove in a haste, with the hope that he would meet Shayla at home. If he met her by chance, she would answer for her crime. He would make her see the back of her neck whether she was carrying his baby or not. Just as he got to the river bank, Shayla called him. Just what he needed. He hurriedly picked the call.
'If you're bold enough, let'
'Help us, Nosa'.
Gunshots rang in the background.
'Help. You're my last resort', Shayla screamed.
'Calm down! Where are you?'
'Shoot', someone screamed. The voice looked like that of Moriah's.
'I'm at Moriah's'
'Get down', Moriah screamed. 'Drop the phone. Oh, God! The door. Get behind the crate. Get going. More guns'.
Nosa turned and almost fell as he raced for the car. 'Hang on'.
Even if he had no reason to fight for her life, his child was still in her. Within a few minutes, he was stepping on the accelerator of the car and was speeding off.
'I'm coming. Don't switch off your phone ', he yelled and made sure the phone remained in the loudspeaker. Then, he was faced by an obedient road user. 'Get your haggard car out of my way'.
'No. Nosa Find Segun. I'll send you his file and his number'.
Nosa's speed was soon aggravating curses and abuses from other road users who tried to avoid him by all means, and that was his own desire. 'I'll get you soon'.
'No... NosaThey are here. Oh God, my baby'.
'Leave my house', Moriah shrieked, and gunshots rang again.
'Moriah get your head down. The God. Get your head down'.
'No...' Nosa yelled as he had to screech to a halt to avoid being crushed by a trailer.
There was an increase in the gunshots, and soon things were falling. Moriah was shrieking, while Shayla kept shouting her baby.
'You should be the police here', Moriah shrieked and was soon railing curses on the people shooting at them.
'That's before I got this burden'.
'Shut your crazy mouth. You're calling our baby a burden'.
'You too, shut up and shoot'.
Gunshots rang again. 'That side. No. The trajectory points for my Get off. Take that'.
'I'm out'Shayla screamed.
'Help. No. No', Moriah screamed.
'Run', Nosa suggested. But Moriah's scream soon overshadowed every noise in the house. Within minutes, some people were screaming instructions, and Moriah's voice, as well as Shayla's, wasn't heard any more. He tried to tell himself that nothing had happened to them, but the silence was too overbearing. He sped off. However, when he saw that nothing was happening again, he had to shout their names.
'Talk to me. What's happening?'
The silence was seriously unnerving. He shouldn't lose his cool at this time, but it seemed he had just lost some of the people closest to his heart. If his baby or Moriah died, he would ensure that they heard the last of it. He would hunt every one of them down, and made sure they died a very slow death. Some minutes later, he heard a throaty voice, 'Find Queen's estate. You'll meet them there'.
Nosa remembered that estate. Chloe had plans to buy it sometimes ago. He shouldn't change direction just yet. As much as he wanted to kill them immediately, he had to ensure his back-up was sound. He would have to rely on his own hackers. He called them and gave them instructions on what to do. However, they told him that if he went there, he would have to go blind because there was nothing much that would help them direct him.
Then, he proceeded to call Chloe. She would have the best description of the place from where he was. He dialed her number but it kept ringing and sending him to the voicemail. His heart skipped beat. He didn't want voicemail. What did he need the voicemail for?
They've gotten to Chloe too', he muttered.
He shook his head. If truly they had Moriah and Shayla, he would find a way of getting to them. But he had to be sure that they truly had Chloe before he proceeded to find the others. With that, he spun the car around and headed for their own estate as he kept redialing Chloe's number.
When he got home, he met the gate intact and found no form of a struggle anywhere. Yet, he removed his gun from his holster as he gently progressed into the unusually silent compound. The house wasn't locked and Chloe's phone was laying on the table. He raced to his father's room to ask him about her whereabouts but met only the housekeeper making the bed.
'Where's my wife?'
'She went out'.
'With my father?'
'Yes, and Mummy Church'
He dialed Pastor's wife's number. 'Mummy, please help me give the phone to Chloe?'
'Sister Chloe, your husband'.
'Okay I wanted to be sure you were there'.
'I am'.
'Good. Thank God! What would have happened if I lost you?'
'What are you saying? Where are you? Should I come to meet you?'
'No. Don't bother', he said and heaved. 'Did you finally buy that Queen estate?
'No... One of those General Overseers beat me to it'.
'Damn'.
'Nosa'
'Sorry'.
'What is the best route to take into the estate?
'Just the entrance now. And that place was a mess the last time I went there'.
She had always insisted that he refrained from using foul languages. He should have known. The problem now remained was why someone would take Moriah and Shayla as hostages.
Then, he remembered Dr. Immaculate John's secretary saying a lady beat them to buy the land. Chloe has been the only one buying lands crazily in recent times. Could it be the man lied or she was lying? But Chloe had never had a reason to lie on such matter; in fact, she always wanted people to know she bought those lands and not her father. In other words, the General Overseer was lying all along. He was the one kidnapping people, but why? And if he wasn't the one, was another woman involved in this case?
***
When Chloe got the strangest call in her life, she felt like screaming her head off. She had switched off her phone because of the way Mummy Church kept calling. However, when Chloe finally switched it on, and Mummy Church's call found its way into her phone, she started her rants. By this time, she had finally stretched Chloe to a point that she would soon snap. Immediately she asked for the latest update and Chloe didn't give her something good, she disconnected the call and came to her place.
So, when Mummy Church came knocking at her door, she knew she had no other option than to leave the phone switched on. She was on Chloe's neck till her father-in-law came into the sitting room to settle the matter. They had just finished explaining the situation to her father-in-law when she received the call.
'Oh God!' Mummy Church shouted as soon as she told her that they found the bodies of the two police officers as well as that of Agnes.
'You killed her', Mummy Church yelled as she rose from her seat. 'I told you. Don't involve the police. Don't poke your nose'.
Her father-in-law looked disappointed as he always did whenever he saw her and her daughter, and she felt like crying in front of the man, whom she always adored after her father.
'Let's be sure, she is the one', her father-in-law said with Yoruba language. Despite being from Edo state, he always loved speaking Yoruba especially when he saw someone that understood it.
'Daddy, can police be blind?' Mummy Church shouted in English and wailed. She slumped to the ground, and wailed, placing her good hand on her head. Chloe hated that she was seating on the ground with the beautiful gown she got from Hadassah's shop. Chloe wished things hadn't gone against her plan. Her plan had been annulled.
'I'll go and check the body', she said weakly after she stopped staring into the empty space.
Someone had just punctured her hope of ever talking to the woman. She rose weakly, grabbed her car key, and trudged towards the door. Like her Aunt said, she was ticking, and would soon explode.
'You're not going alone', Mummy church said and rose.
Chloe shook her head. 'No. Let me see the bad news alone'.
'No. I'm coming with you'.
'That's ideal. She knows the woman better', her father-in-law. And Chloe felt like telling him to keep quiet. He was already meddling in their business and was infuriating her.
'No. I need to face the music myself'.
'I'm coming with you'.
She stared at the woman and hoped she would be able to cope with the horror of what she was about to see.
'The way the two of you are acting is too weird. Mrs. Fowosere, I can't leave you alone with my daughter. She has made a mistake, but shouldn't be overbeaten for it. Whatever God has planned would have happened eventually'.
'Don't tell me rubbish, old man', Mummy Church said and sniffed as she grabbed her bag. She pushed past Chloe and walked towards the parking lot. 'Tell your cursed daughter-in-law to take me to Agnes' corpse'.
'You can see my point', her father-in-law reiterated. This time Joel, her cat strutted out and meowed away from her father-in-law, who also sneered at it.
'It's true. You don't need to follow us'.
'We both know you can't talk me out of this. I'm still the head of this house'.
'No, Papa. Nosa is the head of this house', Chloe said and almost bit her tongue. She shouldn't have said that, but she needed him to back off. He stared at her for a while and smiled.
'I told you girls, you need a man with you', he said grabbed his Bible and headed for the car. She rammed her fist into the wall. These people would force her hands to do things she would forever hate herself for. She hurriedly sent a message to the person assigned to her case, dropped the phone, rushed into the house to get her handbag and rushed out.
She gritted, grabbed her bag, walked off to the car, opened it and clambered into it. Soon, she was opening the doors for a fuming Mummy Church, and her smiling father-in-law. They drove off in silence and she wished they would back off. There was no way she would let them in on what would happen soon. If they were chanced to see the corpse, they might be one soon. She searched for her phone and groaned as she remembered dropping it on the table. That was very stupid of her. If she was near Moriah, she might have finally found a reason for Moriah to call her reckless. When they were all together, she always believed that everyone was careless. So being able to avoid that for the many years they were together had made her have an edge over Moriah.
Soon, Nosa called, and she knew she had to do all she wanted to do before he finally came to term with the knowledge of the things she had done. She gritted after she handed the phone back to Mummy Church.
'You don't need to do this', Chloe muttered as she stopped the car outside the house they were supposed to see the corpses.
'Wait! Are we not supposed to meet them at either a morgue or a hospital or the police station?' Her father-in-law said.
'That's why I was against you people smelling this place. It is the place the ordeal took place. It's a bottle of stale urine'.
'No', Mummy Church cried as she rushed out of the car, leaving her car behind.
Chloe gritted and felt like grabbing her, tying her down in a seat until she had seen the horror that awaited her. However, her father-in-law was soon getting down from the car, and she knew she was done for. Luckily, they were met by the person assigned to them, who introduced himself as Chris. He opened the door and led them into the house.
'Where are the other people?' Her father-in-law asked as he entered after her.
'Which other people?' Chris asked as he walked carefully. Chloe suspected what had happened in the house was truly something horrific, but she couldn't stop at that moment.
'Are you sure you people want to do this?' She asked.
'Let's go', Mummy Church whispered.
'So, the police sent only one man to investigate death', her father-in-law said.
Chris didn't answer but led the way to the sitting room. The door was the first evidence of an encounter. It was thoroughly disfigured with holes from rapid gunfire. The assailants must have shot sporadically because the guys in the sitting room seemed to have been caught unawares. Agnes was lying on her face with a thick black rope still tied around her. A hole was punctured into her back by a bullet. Blood oozed from the shot part of her body. Mummy Church wailed.
'You killed her', Mummy Church shouted, and ran to the rollover Agnes' corpse. 'We asked you not to tell the police but because you just like illegal things, she is dead. You like to meddle in people's business'.
Chloe saw an iron chair at a corner and held it for comfort. She was angry at herself and at the world for making everything go against her. She groaned in pain. She felt herself ticking terribly and heartbeat doing the same. Her miserable life had extended its arm to the people around her. The words of her mother rushed back. The way she used to talk to her as if it was her fault that her parents had premarital sex that led to her birth.
As if reading her mind, Mummy Church yelled, 'that's why your life would always see death. I was avoiding you like a plague immediately we saw you around her. Your life smells of death'.
'Madam', her father-in-law said and tried to hold her, but she brushed his hand off.
'Leave me. For what you did, you yourself know that you will never make heaven'.
Chloe's grip on the chair tightened. She knew. She had just killed Agnes that had a vision of heaven. The only one that had seen a vision of heaven among those in Fortunecity. Now, she was in deep trouble. She could feel tears welling in her heart. The tears for everyone she had been a cause for their death. Her mother, whose words still rang in her ears, whose life she took with a knife because she always taunted her about being born by mistake, whose death reprimanded her to the office of a psychiatrist. She could still feel the sandy feeling on the corpse of her daughter, whom she herself gave birth to out of wedlock.
Unlike the way she blamed Mr. Kings, her dad, for making her own mother give birth to her out of wedlock, she couldn't blame Nosa. She was the one at fault. Although she might want to push the blame on Moriah, she still was at fault. Moriah only did something bad, but she made Nosa have sex that night and that made her give birth to a child out of wedlock too.
'It's God that is punishing you. I knew. But I wanted to be sure that you've been forgiven. I didn't know that God had not forgiven you'.
'Madam, please', her father-in-law said and pulled Mummy Church away. But she wriggled out of his grasp and turned to Chloe. She waved at her face while raising the amputated hand to support the good one.
'God has not forgiven you for having fornication with your husband', Mummy Church said, 'that's why you would always encounter such pain in your life and people would keep dying around you'.
Chloe's mind flooded to her teenage time, and how her own mother had always told her how she was a child birthed out of her and her father's fornication. She remembered the feeling of guilt she used to have because of her parents' fornication. The pain. She remembered once again how she stabbed her mother to death, and how her father employed every lawyer in the world to exonerate her, and how he paid a psychiatrist to treat her. She always wanted to forget that event. And it took her a while to get healed from the trauma because she met Nosa, Moriah, and Raphael. However, the wound had just been peeled. Mummy Church had used her words to open it afresh.
She yelled in frustration and gripped the chair harder. She could feel herself terribly ticking, and about to burst.
'Mummy Church, stop'.
'Don't you tell me to stop. You this fornicator. You've pulled death along with you everywhere you go'.
'Stop Stop'.
'You're evil. You're cursed. You're'
Chloe yelled again and lifted the chair.
'Don't', she shouted and slammed it on Mummy Church's head. Mummy Church yelled and crumbled to the ground. Hot blood splashed on her face, but she wasn't done.
'You', she yelled and crushed it again. This time Mummy Church gave a prolong cry and stopped. Blood oozed out of her head. Her father-in-law was too stunned to move near her. His face too had been splattered with blood.
'Ever' she screamed and hit Mummy Church, who was wincing now. Mummy Church screamed. Then, Chloe paused, for a while as she panted. Crunched, Mummy Church struggled to crawl out, but Chloe wasn't done with her. She yelled incoherently and began to hit Mummy Church repeatedly with the chair as she mumbled. 'Don't you ever remind me I carry death'.
Bone cracked and skulls crunched. The murkiness of the blood began to invade the room. Her Father-in-law stood in a corner, whimpering as if he had just seen a ghost. She marched to Chris.
'Give me your gun', she grumbled.
He hurriedly removed it and handed it over to her. She returned to Mummy Church's corpse and finished a whole magazine in her head.
'Give me another magazine'.
Her father-in-law screamed and ran away, but with a look from her. Chris chased him, and in a few minutes, he was dragging him into the house.
'Stay put. Chris, hold him', she mumbled and gestured with the gun that he should move to the place the corpses were. Her father-in-law wriggled out of Chris' hands and ran off, but was soon stopped again.
'What's wrong with you Gragus team? I should have gone with F.A.L.T. They won't allow an old man overpower them'.
Chris frowned and pushed her father-in-law, who was shaking like a wet leave, to the place she gestured. He glanced at the corpse repeatedly as if they would jump at him and continually praying in tongues.
'I told you not to follow me. I told you it was a very stinking deadly stale urine. I told you not to open it, but you were adamant you wanted to be a part of those that would ensure we open it very well, right? Now, it has burst all over your face, and it would choke you till you die'.
'I can still go back'.
'No. You were Mr. Know-it-all. The stench of arrogance on you is like dirty socks. All of you, God-forsaken idiots, who have dedicated your lives to torment people that do wrong. Was it my fault that I was born illegally?'
'Your mother did it'.
'Don't tell me rubbish as if I'm mad. I know my mother did it, and I know she is dead. But I still see the look on your face every time you see me and my daughter'.
'Ah! That's a big lie. I love her like my own daughter'.
'I told you not to come with us. The bottle was weak, but no. You wanted to be a mediator'.
'I'm sure it was her own poke nosing that made those F.A.L.T know where these men were hiding the woman. I needed her. God. I needed her to know where my daughter is. I will kill F.A.L.T. Now, we have to go the hard way like Segun suggested'.
'Your daughter is dead'.
'Shut up! Shut up! I'm not mad. I know she is dead. I want to know if she went to heaven, but they killed Agnes. I will kill everyone. I will kill you all', she yelled and shot her father-in-law in the head first. She would have loved to give him a slow death, but it was wise to kill him on the head and chest, to help him die at once just like Nosa had always wanted. She had just fulfilled the wish of the only man she would ever love.
She tapped Chris. 'You know where to be'.
He frowned.
'C'mon, see yourself as my designated survivor like they said in one of the TV series my husband is watching. You would be useful when the time is upon us'.
'I just hope. I don't want to miss out on the action'.
She tapped his cheek.' Whatever we are doing now is the preamble. Let's me go and wait for my husband'.

17 Pulling Chloe out of The Set
When he entered the estate, Nosa, with his gun drawn, was soon accosted by clues that pointed him to the house he was supposed to meet the people that kidnapped Moriah and Shayla. The streets were empty and silent. The only noise he heard came from the rustling leaves, which were everywhere. Air blew them from the roofs of houses that had no curtains, and doors that were kept ajar. He proceeded through the silence without making any noise. The fog of the harmattan still hung in the air and made the place ominous than it would have been. His footsteps resounded in the empty houses.
The houses were built in the same styles, but their colors had faded off. The buildings' colors looked as if they used to be cream and light blue. However, the paints were peeling off the building to the ground and were beginning to look like townsmen standing at the bottom of a monument. He paused and looked around to be sure he was in the right place.
Then, he remembered that he had acted recklessly: he didn't inform any other person for back-up. So, hurriedly he sent his address and certain instructions to his computer analysts but discovered too late that he had included Mr. Johnson's among those he sent the message to. That was a big mess.
'We have our contract', he muttered, assuring himself that he wouldn't send police again.
The empty street seemed to be closing in on him and had presences that made him turn from side to side. Something moved to his left, he turned and saw an arrow pointing him towards another street that was bereft of humanity. Nosa, taking deliberate and careful steps, walked towards the place he was directed to. He looked to his left and right but saw nothing of importance.
Suddenly, something stung him. He turned hurriedly, hoping to shoot someone, but he saw no one. He felt weak. Upon looking down, he saw the feathery tail of a tranquilizer. Groaning as he removed it, he yanked it off his body. At this point, the street began to look as if it was a ghost town because shadows began to come from different places. He fell on one knee, groaning, and his gun clattering to the floor. Everything suddenly became blurry. Then, he crashed to the ground and lost consciousness.
When he woke again, he met himself chained to the wall. The people that chained him did so as if they had been practicing it their whole life. He yelled and pulled the chain, but it was a fruitless effort.
'Who dares kidnap me?' He yelled and yanked the chains.
The bulb in the room was dim. Cobwebs served as the aesthetic of the place. The room was plastered like every other normal house he had seen. However, this time, there were a lot of hard remnants of cement on the floor. With the way the chains hanging from the wall, one could easily fathom that they made the chain recently, and should imply that the wall would come off if he continued shaking it.
From the different sides of the room, women cried out their eyes and called on to God to save them. Many of them kept singing chain breaking songs. Many of their voices had degenerated to croaking, and many of them were now husky. Chains were rattling weakly as the women moved forward and backward. If they truly brought Shayla and Moriah there, he would have seen them. Notwithstanding the darkness, he would have recognized them.
However, he saw Joana sprawled in the dirt, and snoring loudly. Her hands were bound but despite that, she was sleeping like a baby, inhaling the dust.
'Where am I?' He shouted.
The question now was that if this person kidnapped Shayla also, who was the person? The only thing that could be the plausible explanation was that Shayla only tried to trick him.
Suddenly, two men came towards him. They had masks on. They wore baggy clothes that would make one unsure of their body structure. Yet, he was sure with a little calculation, he could easily decipher who they were if they ever had an encounter outside their hideout.
One of them waited behind and pointed a gun at him while the other one began to unlock his chain. He decided to hold his calm when one of them shoved him forward. He kept moving in total discomfort and hoped one of those he sent the messages would arrive early to help him. However, the person pushing him overdid it and shoved him harder this time, and this aggravated Nosa's anger. He spun and tried to hit his assailant, but the assailant was ready for him: he gave him a double punch in the rib. Nosa groaned and bent over as he tried to catch his breath, but he wasn't given any time to rest before he was shoved again. The person was lucky they weren't dealing with guns.
'Don't hurt my husband'.
He froze and looked up slowly, hoping his ears were wrong. The person was putting on a mask, but he was sure that was Chloe behind the mask. The person walked away and the ones that had just released him kept pushing him after her. Her body structure was enough to give her away, but he wanted to believe he was dreaming. If he ever got the chance to have revenge, he would make sure he removed the wrist of the one pushing him first. When they got to an empty passage, the person turned and removed her mask. He was right, after all. Chloe was smiling sheepishly at him and was blinking repeatedly like a toy.
'Are you-'
'He's my husband or have you tasted another world and believed that I'm no longer your wife? I'm still your wife. I love you than the world would ever know. You know, right?'
Nosa glanced at the men. Then at Chloe. ' Chloe... That's impossible'.
He spun round to the men. 'What technology are you using?'
'It's me, baby'.
'You? No. That's impossible. I just spoke to you. You were with Papa and Pastor's wife'.
'Yes. I was with them and now I'm here. How does that smell? Nice, right?'
'What...What are you doing here?'
'Are you that dumb or do you just need a confirmation? Well, if you need a taste of reality, I will bring it so near that you would even smell its body odor. I'm your mole and also the one that called for the kidnapping of everyone here, including you'.
'That's not true'.
'Take him to meet the rest'.
They pushed him away. But he spun and struggled with them. There was definitely no way he would allow himself to be fooled and be pushed away from the one that did so.
'What rest? Why are you doing this?'
'Take him away. I hope these people would be kind enough to do what we want', Chloe said and whistled as she walked away.
When he entered the room, he met a groaning Shayla, a silent Raphael, and a yelling Moriah. They all were surprised to see him. They all stared at those pushing into the room.
'Nosy'.
'Nosa'.
They dragged him to the last chain in the room and locked him down there. They were all looking tattered. Raphael's head, as well as some other parts of his body, was bandaged. Shayla and Moriah's body had a lot plasters on various injuries.
'Why did you bring him here?' Shayla yelled.
Chloe entered after them. 'I thought I told you to gag her'.
'I thought it was just. Okay, I'll get it', one of them said and turned to get the object to gag her.
Chloe turned toward him with a grim face, then beckoned at his back as if he had eyes at the back of his head. 'Come. Come. Bring a whip, a chair, and a rope too. Okay, you, follow him'.
She pointed to the other assailant, and he followed the first one. Chloe placed her hands on her head as she paced the room.
'Chloe, what happened to you?' Nosa asked after trying unfailingly to release himself from the lock.

'She won't talk', Raphael said dejectedly. 'I kept asking her why she had to kidnap me. I don't see visions. Chloe, I came to your place to make you happy; instead, you kidnapped me. You kidnapped me. You've always paid evil for our good because of what? One mistake. Why?'
She glanced at him, smiled sheepishly as if he said something she should have paid attention to if she wasn't strategizing. The whole silent treatment was unnerving and making Nosa angry.
'Talk', Nosa shouted. This time, his anger was getting to its peak. 'Tell me something. There is no reason for my kidnap. I've lost all the necessary clue. You could have gone on pretending about all these and I would still not know'.
Chloe glanced at him and opened her mouth to talk, but hissed and gave the air a back-hand slap. Her face was creased as she seemed focused on something. Her acne had reduced to just one. If he only he could get through to her, to draw her out of the zone she had wrapped herself in. He wanted to know what he did wrong or what the others did wrong. She couldn't have just brought them there without a good reason.
The men, who went for the things she itemized, returned with them. They stood near the door as she continually paced the arena. Moriah returned to her wailing, while Shayla returned to her groaning. Chloe looked at them for sometimes and resumed her pacing.
'Talk! Say something and snap out of this field of war that you've entrenched yourself in. When things happen, we crawl out of it', Nosa barked at her. He was probably at fault and stupid for letting himself believe that their love had finally healed Chloe. When he first heard how she killed her mother, he made them all promise to never discuss it but to always show her love. Now, she had made their love look useless.
'Take her', Chloe said, pointing at Shayla, 'tie the meddling idiots to that chair, and for God's sake, gag her well. I don't need any interruption in this little reunion'.
The guys marched off to Shayla's side after they've dropped the things she asked them to bring. However, they didn't get near her before she jumped and kicked the first one that came near her. He growled and tried to confront her again. Yet, she gave him another kick, this time in his groin. He hollered and fell. The other one, being assured that she got the first one because of his lack of judgment, moved nearer with careful steps and the look of an owl.
She did as if she wanted to hit him, he paused and shifted backward. She gave him a kick in his right ear. He groaned, became dizzy and turned from side to side with his hand clasped on his ear. She gave him another one that made him fall flat on the floor. This time, the one on the floor was struggling to get up. She pulled nearer to him, the chain was long enough to allow her. The chain rattled from its position as if it would break out of the wall. With a strong aim for his chin, she kicked the one struggling to get up. He groaned and staggered back, tending to his injured jaw.
'What? This team You people are nincompoops', Chloe shouted, and stormed off to the door, and called from outside. 'Four guys from there'.
She strutted back into the room.
'Raphael, do something', Nosa yelled. 'Talk to her'.
'Raphael? The only person that can talk to me here is probably, you, Nosa. He is the only one that still has the right to talk to me. Well, in some sense. He is a womanizer, and that's still acceptable. But you two, Raphael and our wild Moriah, have no right to talk to me'.
Loosen her and tie her to the chair', Chloe said to the four men that rushed into the room. 'Your people are proving to be useless. I should have used your competition'.
'See me, I took down two of their men while being chained. Gragus Team is the worst set of assassins in the world. You should have come for us, F.A.L.T. With Rachael, everything would have gone on smoothly', Shayla said from her side.
Chloe moved to her in surprise. She stared at Nosa and the others for a while. Then, she walked to Nosa and slapped him twice.
'You brought a snake into our midst. I should have known, but I wanted to believe the front she brought. I thought she was truly a police that had gone rogue. God, you people are good', Chloe said and turned to the Gragus Team. 'Can you see? This is just a member of F.A.L.T, those guys are good'.
Nosa shook his head as if it would peel off the pain from Chloe's slaps, and was soon fuming as he turned to Shayla. 'What are you? What are you people?'
Shayla gritted, stared at her feet, and allowed the four men to take her away. They dragged her to the seats, and soon two of them began to tie her to the chair, while the other two helped the two injured people up.
'Gag her'.
One of them picked a handkerchief and gagged her. Chloe waved and the room was soon cleared, leaving only the five of them. Raphael was still muttering about how he made a simple mistake.
'Calm down. You want me to talk, right? I will talk', Chloe said and picked the whip from the floor. She raised it and with a great force brought it down on Shayla's laps. Shayla winced and Nosa gaped. 'That's for disappointing us all'.
She whipped her again.
'Stop', Moriah shouted.
'Shush. I know Nosa is disappointed in me. At least, he would realize that people are better than him. Yes, you should be disappointed. We are all disappointments to one another. But'
Chloe whipped Shayla again.
'C'mon stop this nuisance', Moriah shouted.
'Shush that rubbish wild mouth. Snake, that's for trying to kill our baby'.
She strolled to the front. 'You see these three and I are friends, and no one can easily break into our midst. We had our issues, but four years' She said and began to sing their favorite song.
Nosa felt like rushing at her, but being constrained by the chain, he was forced to listen to her sweet voice. She used to have the best voice among them all.
Moriah stared at her and nodded as tears poured down her face. Raphael stared up at the roof and smiled, shaking his head in a sort of regretful way that made Nosa wonder what was happening to everyone. Her voice was louder than those of the women wailing within the compound.
When she finished, she clapped repeatedly and flogged Shayla again, who winced this time.
'Leave her be', Nosa grumbled.
Chloe raised her hands, moved back, dropped the whip and sat on a stool opposite them.
'Nosa is the one pained here. Moriah and I met because of Nosa. Do you remember those days?'
'Why are we here?' Nosa grumbled.
'Nosa made me meet Raphael too. They were all friends. Those days were heavenly. Then, one by one we all disappointed Nosa'.
Nosa glanced at Moriah. She hadnt disappointed him in any way. She only ran away from him when his desire for her was skyrocketing despite all her attempt to bury it, especially when Chloe was pregnant for him.
'Who should I start with? Whose bottle of urine should I open? I think Raphael would do. He was accused of raping Moriah thereby disappointing Nosa. Unknown to Nosa, Moriah was the nymphomaniac, who tortured Raphael's virgin state and made him have a longing for anything in a skirt. Nosa, you saw her as holy, right? She wasn't. She always loved to have sex, but because you were daddy's child and a true child of God, she didn't want to defile you before time. However, since Raphael was the son of a drunk, it would be easy to manipulate him to her own desire. To the extent that the day he now had the urge, she refused'.
'What are you talking about?'
'Oh! Yes, you didn't know. That's a serious case'.
Raphael looked up dejectedly and said, 'when Moriah said that'
'Shut up, manhood. This is my story. So, Raphael so much had the urge that I stumbled on them, but not before I heard what Moriah had done'.
Nosa glanced at Raphael, who stared at the wall. Then, he glanced at Moriah, who sniffed and glanced away.
'What did Moriah do?'
'So all I've been saying since is of no use'.
'It is I mean why did she now tell me he raped her? How did you know?'
'How did I not know? Remember that day you couldn't make it to the tree-house, and you begged me to take something to them, which I refused blatantly. I wanted to surprise them all. But I guess they knew you weren't coming'
'We didn't know he wasn't coming', Raphael said.
Chloe picked the whip and pointed it at Raphael. 'I hate that place. I always do. I hate what it had done to us all', she said and moved about.
'I'm tired of all this', Nosa grumbled. 'Why are you telling me now?'
'I'm telling you because we all disappointed you. Oh! I almost forgot. I entered the house and saw Raphael stack naked begging Moriah to have sex with him. Before that, he had ferociously recanted all the things they've done together while I was outside. When they saw me, they begged me not to tell you. That was when I know that Moriah couldn't be around any of you, especially you, Nosa'.
'But I want to be', Nosa growled. 'I wanted her to be my first'.
'I know. I always smelt such desire in you, and that was why I gave you a child out of wedlock, that night. That was why my daughter died. That's why we are all here, you know. That's why I made sure Moriah lied about Raphael, and I told Raphael he was my slave or dog from that day. And I made sure Moriah left us alone, but still regularly informed me of my welfare. I like her a lot as much as I like Raphael. Even when I told Raphael he was my dog, I didn't really use it against him until the day he came to visit me and I already heard your conversation with him. I told him to tell me what he knew about the investigation, but he was adamant and was trying to talk about Irene. Who talks about the dead? I wanted him to go free. However, we needed the information, so my guys had to bring him here to get the details from him'.
'It was you all along', Nosa said.
'It was me all along. I' She said and brought out a pocket knife from the band of her long skirt, which was sweeping the floor. Nosa held his breath as she came towards him, brandishing her ominous smile.
'Get away from me'.
'Hey! Calm down, baby', she said and unbuckled the belt.
In a few minutes, she was battling with his belt. Soon, Nosa was faced with a microphone. That was his bug. He was rattled and might have fallen backward if he wasn't chained to a wall. Yet, his mouth was opened in surprise.
'I know', she said eagerly. 'I know you would be surprised'.
'You placed'
'Placed the microphone in your belt'.
'The bug was from you?' Raphael said. 'I should have known'.
'Known? You know how to be innovative. Seeing evil in people isn't in you. You always knew what I was capable of, but you assured yourself it was all a lie. You knew how I must have done something to that lady that abused me that I was born out of wedlock when she was sending Moriah out, but you were refused to accept it. I saw the way you looked at me suspiciously the day we heard the girl committed suicide, and how you shook it away. You knew what I could have done but you didn't talk. You didn't believe it could be me. You knew even before Nosa that I used to see a psychiatrist. You knew I had it in me, but you wanted to see the good in me'.
Raphael sighed, and Nosa stared at Raphael. Raphael stared at her and sighed again.
'What do you want from us? Why are we here?' Raphael finally said.' Why are you opening this bottle?'
'Reunion'.
'What's your mission by bringing us here?' Raphael shouted.
'I needed Moriah to bring you, Nosa, here. Shayla was just a mistake that we never saw coming. I would have killed her too, but our baby is in her'.
'My baby', Nosa said and glanced at the pleading eyes of Shayla. 'The baby is for me and Shayla'.
'I should have killed her to take another child out of the misery of being called a child born out of wedlock. But she is a life, and we need all lives to go to heaven'.
'Then, why were you keen on my finding the missing women?' Moriah said.
She turned and pointed at Moriah. 'I totally forgot you, my woman crush. I always loved you. You were the perfect brainy girl, child of a pastor, and beautiful. Well, until you decided that disfiguring yourself was the best thing to do in life. I loved and love you'.
'What do you want from her?' Nosa asked.

'Nothing. Just to make me wonder how she could sacrifice anything for her sweet Nosa. We all did. You know we all sacrificed things for ourselves. It's high time', Chloe said and turned to Nosa. She moved to him and tapped his cheek. 'You should sacrifice for the good of the world, and for the sake of our child. I want to know if my baby went to heaven or hell. If she went to hell that means, we should start putting women that got pregnant out of wedlock out of their troubles by making sure their children return to heaven from whence it came'.
Nosa stared at her for a while, and at Raphael. 'You are joking? Are you seriously having that foolish thought?'
'Why do you think we are carrying out this project? Its mission is to save lives'.
'But what about their dying parents?' Moriah asked dejectedly.
'We save their lives too. I know it sounds absurd, but everything in life sounds absurd, but it is better to lose the eyes than to lose the whole body to perdition'.
'All these women had been induced into coma many times to see heaven or hell again and to get information about heaven, but they didn't get anything. So, I have been looking for someone with a neutral opinion, and who else than you? That was why we used Moriah to drag you down here. She had to be the bait for you to be brought down here'.
'What about me?' Raphael said. 'Why am I here?'
'I've told you before. You had the information about where Joana was'.
'No. Don't give me that. I suspected but I just felt You were good and traumatized by many things. In fact, you called me before I even called Joana'.
'That was almost coincidental, and it made sense immediately Nosa called you and informed you about how he needed your help. I was elated. So, I had to make my men bring you here to ask you questions. I told you already. Meanwhile, Mummy Church and Papa are dead'.
'What? My father?'
'I thought you would be happy. One to the head and one to the chest'.
She walked to the door and shouted for the guys to come, and she directed them to take Nosa to the research room. Within a few seconds, two men came for Nosa.
'Chloe don't do this. I swear. I would come for you', Moriah shouted.
Chloe raised her head and mimicked Moriah. That was when it occurred to Nosa that she was the one that mimicked Shayla the previous day. Nosa struggled with the men.
Moriah screamed. 'I will kill you. Okay. I'll leave and not return, ever. Leave him'.
Shayla kept groaning from her seat. Nosa struggled with them and wished he got the same training that Shayla got that made her use her kicks judiciously. If he was to deal with guns he might have overpowered them, but right now all he had was his beastly strength, which wasn't like that of the men dragging him away.
When they got to the room she directed them to a male doctor, who directed them to place him on a bed. He still struggled with them and was soon hit on the back of the head. He groaned as his eyes caught a CVR machine, which was placed in a corner. The men strapped him to the bed amidst his weary groans and withdrew to leave him to battle with the belts used in strapping him.
'This is what will happen', Chloe said as the doctor wrapped his body with something that helped the CVR machine read his heartbeat. 'When we wake you, you would be so weak and wish to die. That means you have to tell us the truth about whatever you see. If you lie. You see that lie detector, it would know. And we would kill you like we did the others. I thought I would set all these women free, but the presence of a lot of known people have made me change my decisions. I can't let you jeopardize the plan I have for later'.
He groaned to tell her he would come for her, but she held his lips together and shook her head as if she was telling a whining baby to stop crying.
'But for you, you will go as many time as you can until you get me my information'.
She turned to the doctor and gestured for him to carry on. The doctor tapped the syringe repeatedly and injected Nosa. He groaned loudly as the pain surged through his body. Then, he yelled with the hope that it would reduce the pain, but the pain wasn't reduced instead it made him dizzy.
In a few minutes, he began to fade off into oblivion and soon lost consciousness. Suddenly, he had to open his eyes when a blinding light reflected into eyes. He was mesmerized by that. Gradually, he opened his eyes and saw himself in the hospital bed. That was curious. How was he two? He looked at himself and soon began to move about.
Suddenly, a wind came from nowhere and blew him away into an utter darkness. He kept yelling as he was being plummeted into the hole. After a while, he was being pulled out. He sighed in relief and held on to the hands. The turbulence he had just faced was enough. He allowed the hands pull him out of the darkness, and was very sure he wouldn't release it until he was sure of his own safety. However, when they came to light, he didn't see a regular human being. He was being pulled by what had been numerously portrayed in movies as a beast.
Nosa yelled, and pulled back, but the beast seemed prepared. With firm grips, it pulled him away, and he shouted. Yet, the beast held him still and dragged him upward. Immediately he landed on a ground, and was being loosened a bit, he ran forward, and soon stumbled upon a lot of people walking hurriedly towards a path. The heat that emitted from the place was enough to kill anyone, but he still felt drawn to the path. Along with the others, he was crying as he was being pulled. Soon, they were drawn to a lake. Smoke steamed from the lake in such a way that he had never seen. He screamed.
The more they moved nearer, the more the heat melted the hair on his body. He cried, and yelled and had the desire to turn back, but he just couldn't do anything to save himself. Just as he got to the edge of the lake, he screamed, 'Jesus'.
Immediately, someone like an angel came to carry him out of the place. Everything was looking a movie to him. Someone was definitely playing with his mind. To make matters worse, unlike what he had been seeing and been taught, he was saved by a dark female angel.
'Angels are not black', he muttered after some seconds of being sure that he was away from the heat. He shook his head, closed his eyes and was sure he would soon wake from whatever place he was.
'That's what you been trained to believe. The Bible says we have a God of all flesh. Have you ever reasoned that God too can be black?'
'That's bottle of milk. We all know that God is fair in complexion. No doubt'.
'So, who created you?'
'God'.
'Then, are you saying God is foolish?'
'How dare I talk to the almighty God in such manner?'
'That's what you mean when you say a fair God is creating a dark person'.
That rattled Nosa for a while. He had never for once assumed that God in his holiness would be dark. He stared at the dark angel again and hoped he wasn't in hell already. There wasn't a thing that could prove her right. God isn't dark.
'Who created the reds? Who created albinos? The Bible is not lying when it says that God created humans in His image. It is written also that on the last day when you see him you shall see yourselves as him. Does that mean your skin color would change? No. It means that when you look at your God you would see yourself and when you look at your neighbors, and at God, you would see both yourself and God'.
'Calm down. Everything is fuzzy. I'm dreaming. Where are your wings? Why are you a woman? A female angel?'
The angel laughed. 'You have grown with a bad tradition. The human culture had trained themselves to believe that anything that moves at a fast speed must be propelled by something. We are of the heavenlies. We're propelled by our desire to go to where we are going. Our transportation is our desire. That was why the prince of Persia could stop us because they have allowed their desire mix with their spiritual being, and that stopped the angel sent to Daniel. Angels have no wings'.
'But the drawings of angel'
'Are of a man. I know your father makes you read the Bible very well. Did you ever see any place in the bible where angels were said to have wings? Only the Cherubim and Seraphim. The angels are not winged'
'I still am not convinced. Why are you a lady?'
'There are female angels too. The Bible says male and female did God create when he was creating man. He also did that for angels'.
Nosa was totally confused. Who should he believe? The angel was disproving things he had learnt from childhood that nobody even cared to ask questions about; instead, they all grew accepting the notions as part of the Bible.
'Thank you for saving me?'
'I didn't save you'.
'God did'.
'Indirectly, yes. But you saved yourself. All these are in your mind. These are the answers your mind had been looking for, for years, that made you hate going to church. I only came to project the answers your mind had been unraveling, which you've been too busy to answer for yourself'.
Nosa was so shocked. He looked at himself, naked as against what he had been taught.
'How then did I save myself from falling into the lake of fire?'
The angel laughed. 'Firstly, that is not a representation of the lake of fire. The lake of fire is totally different in the way people end up there, but it's not in my place to answer that. This lake of fire is a projection of everything you've read and heard growing up'.
'But they saw visions. Those people that saw visions. They saw the visions. I am very sure of that'.
'No, they didn't. Well, some did. But they were few. The imaginations of man's heart are so great that it takes a lot from the heart to believe its non- existence. Many times, some of the deepest imagination of men sends fear into them. Sometimes, the devil utilizes this fear and makes them really visit some realm of heavens, where he has the chance to go. Since he had been known to come as an angel of light, he always deceives many into believing that they are visiting heaven. Whereas, they are only being shown projections of their fear'.
'But they all claim they saw Jesus'.
'God's message would never bring fear. It would only bring instructions on how to be better. God doesn't delight in making people know the horror of hell by giving numerous examples of it. Have you ever seen Jesus emphasize the horror of hell in his teachings? He brushes the topic and proceeds to tell you about heaven. Even at that, he doesn't dwell on going to heaven or hell, he dwells on your lives on earth. How you live it for mankind and to bring glory to God'.
'So, I'm not dead'.
'Dead? No. You're in a coma and I'm a projection of your rebellion and questions. You would soon wake up'.

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'Leave them to me', someone that had the same voice as Segun said with pride and strutted towards her. Shayla swallowed and hoped she could talk but the gag held her mouth in place. She should have known that Segun was double-faced.
Another lady entered with a mask over her face. Her body structure was really killing, and Shayla knew only one lady that always made her emotion about women rise in such way. She moaned the name of Rachael. The one that spoke like Segun peeped outside and soon looked in and removed his masks. Water welled in her eyes as she realized it was Segun. If she wanted to accuse him or beg him, she didn't have the chance. The other person removed her own mask too to show her face, and hurriedly crouched near Shayla.
'Segun had been spying for me on the Gragus Team. He had killed and done things for me. Your call made me know we had to act fast'.
Shayla nodded as Rachael began to remove her gag. Then, she loosened the rope used in tying her down.
'Segun, my bag', Rachael whispered to Segun, who was at the door, watching out for people.
As it was typical of Rachael, she hurriedly removed her bottle of coffee and gulped it. She always had a lot of that at hand. She was good without the bottle of coffee, but whenever she took one, not even ten men could stand her in a physical combat or any other feat.
'These are.'
'With Nosa. They are his people. You know Nosa, my'
'Lover', Rachael said disgustedly. 'Can any of them be of help?'
'Yes. The lady. The man hasn't been tested with a gun'.
'He is useless? Let him use the chair to defend himself. Take your gun and give Moriah the gun. She is the Moriah, right?'
Shayla nodded. Rachael always knew everything about her. Shayla's mind reveled as she touched her gun. She kissed it. The first person to die would definitely be Chloe. Her death should soon teach the Gragus men that one doesn't play with F.A.L.T.
Rachael picked the locks of the chain on Moriah and Raphael's chain. Immediately it came off, she gently dropped them.
'In-coming', Segun hissed.
'To the corner'.
Everybody ran to a corner. However, Raphael's leg hit the chair.
'Why are you like this?' Moriah mumbled. Rachael frowned and glanced at her in awe. Shayla knew she would love Moriah because Rachael also loved neat jobs.
The person coming heard the chair and ran inside. However, Segun was waiting for him. Soon, he was strangling the man.
'Third mask', Segun groaned as soon the man dropped dead. Shayla ran to his side and helped him carry the dead man to a corner.
'Good', Rachael said when they were all ready. She distributed knives among them, and soon they were ready to fight. She gave Moriah a gun. And with a nod from her, the members of F.A.L.T wore their masks.
'You two, stay back until we tell you', Rachael said and raised her hands. The F.A.L.T members understood. They entered the holding room one after the other with their weapons hidden. They walked as if they were surveying the room. The Gragus Team kept moving up and down from different directions. Rachael brought out a small pad. Shayla knew that plan. It means some people were outside. Suddenly, there was a loud bang from outside the torture room. The women inside kept quiet for a while. The three F.A.L.T members in the house stood near other Gragus men. Rachael did her flashing fingers countdown. Immediately, she got to zero, they attacked the nearest Gragus men. Since they had the element of surprise, they were soon killing all the Gragus men as more members of F.A.L.T trouped in. Some of her favorites were among them- Once, who was known to kill once-and-for-all; Jasper; even Jennifer, Chief Suberu's daughter, whom he mustn't know left home on such expedition. They all fought valiantly, and soon the only persons remaining were the doctor and Chloe in the room.
By this time, Moriah and Raphael had come out of hiding. Raphael was hiding behind the screaming women; while, Moriah helped out in the shooting. Some men had gone to bring out Chloe and the Doctor. Shayla couldn't wait to be sure Nosa was alright. She ran after Rachael to the room. When they got to the room, Chloe and the doctor were already kneeling down. Within a twinkle of an eye, Rachael shot the doctor in the head.
'That's my kill', Shayla shouted as Rachael pointed the gun at Chloe's head as Moriah ran to Nosa's side. Hurriedly, she removed the belt used to tie him down. He moaned.
Rachael nodded and moved back. Shayla rushed to the other room, grabbed the whip and returned to face the downcasted Chloe. Shayla, panting hard, spun the whip vigorously, then lashed Chloe, who yelled. A tinge of delight passed Shayla's heart.
'That's for flogging me'.
She flogged her again. 'That's for disappointing us. For disappointing Nosa'.
She flogged her again, and Chloe cried out in pain. 'That's for flogging the mother of everybody's baby'.
Then, she flogged her repeatedly. As she flogged her, she remembered that if Chloe had not kidnapped those women, Lila would still be alive. And she too wouldn't have killed her. Things wouldn't have been bad. Innocent men, pretending to be strong like her, wouldn't lose their lives because they were helping her. 'For AllThe GoodPeople In ThisWorld'.
Suddenly, someone ran into the room and shouted that the Police were on their way.
'How come?' Shayla shouted at Rachael.
Rachael looked bemused too. She looked about. 'Police? Probably your P.I boyfriend'.
'NoI ' Nosa said weakly as he stood with the help of Moriah. 'Oh! Mr. Johnson. He always returned to the police'.
'We would leave you to the women', Rachael said and pulled Shayla away. Shayla felt cheated and stupid. She should have killed Chloe, but she still felt bad that Nosa would be sad if she killed Chloe, and probably hate her. However, to her amazement and joy, Nosa collected Moriah's gun and pointed it at Chloe.
'I'll destroy you'
Raphael held his hand. 'Nosa, you dont want to. For the sake of her She is insane. She needs medical attention. She has suffered enough with you'.
'I don't bloody care', he yelled with such anger that she rarely saw in him.
Rachael pulled her away towards the noise of the women that had been released. Many of them were screaming incoherently and running about. Rachael always had a plan for things like this. So, when she saw most of F.A.L.T running towards a bush path and Rachael dragging there, she knew she had no other option than to leave with them.
'So, Segun'Shayla started to say.
'Has been fooling you? I know. He was working for me to penetrate the Gragus Team. They were becoming a nuisance', Rachael replied.
'That means Katrina was truly arrested'.
'No. She just had to go to the prison to get some information for us as regarding them. She would be released tonight'.
Shayla nodded as she realized all that had happened behind her back.
'I must really commend Segun, he really tried'.
'Yes. He did a good job until he was to visit those that had the other woman. He made a mess there. It took us a lot of effort to lose Gragus Team from our scent'.
When they were out of the possible reach of the Police, Rachael dragged to stay back. The others kept rushing away, she dragged Shayla into the bush and pushed her. She stumbled and hurriedly jumped up. Shayla was surprised, but she understood the meaning. Someone had paid for her life. She tried to raise her gun.
'No. Don't do anything stupid. Let's salvage the matter with all senses'.
Then, she remembered Lila. Maybe she was getting the punishment from God for killing a mother. However, she wouldn't be heady as Lila. Since death was staring at her in the face, she would gently welcome it and go with it. Tears gathered in her eyes and found their way down her cheeks.
'Yell and I'm sorry about this', Rachael said and shot at her hand. She made sure the bullet grazed her hand. Shayla yelled and understood what Rachael was trying to do. Rachael shot a tree around her three times. Shayla fell on her knees and knew she had just been redeemed.
'Now, you're dead. Leave Fortunecity. Take those fake ladies with you. Give them new identities. The Commissioner wants you all dead. He has paid for your lives. You're dead'.
Shayla, with tears in the eyes, rushed to Rachael, who was always reluctant to take a hug and covered her with her hands and tears. She might be younger than she was, but she had a larger and wiser heart than she. As the pain in her heart increased, so did the pain in her hand.
'Leave and treat that hand', Rachael said and left.
Shayla watched her leave and she sat on the thorny grass without minding the pain. She had just been saved by the one she always wanted to be better. Her life had received its own redemption. In her new life, she wanted to taste a form of religion too. Even if she might not find all the answers to life there, she would find a reason to live. Birds sang over her, she looked up as she watched the sun coming out of the cloud over her. She had finally being saved. Her mind went back tonight and the cloud, she burst into tears and hoped the emptiness of the place they were would envelop her voice, and her tears. She wailed, and yelled and shouted for joy. Then, she brought her phone and threw it away without a second glance.

18 Maybes and Wonders
In the tree house as the three of them sat around a table with different types of food garnishing the top, Nosa watched Moriah cry again as they all forgave one another of their past sins as darkness and cold covered the surroundings. He wondered what would happen from that time, but he was sure he had a lot of questions that needed answers. Moriah had played a great deal in making sure Chloe was still alive. That Monday afternoon, he would have killed Chloe, but Moriah pleaded on her behalf. She and Raphael gave him reasons to leave her. After many pleas from them, he still allowed the police take her custody.
Moriah and Raphael played a larger role in how she remained in a good position. Raphael was the face, while Moriah kept providing the money. They were able to pay for a top lawyer, who argued and provided substantial evidence against the state to make the judge send Chloe to a psychiatric hospital in time. So, they were all surprised when they received a skype call notification.
'Can it'
'Chloe?'
Raphael shook his head, but still ran to his phone and connected it. There, was Chloe smiling at them like she used to. She was wearing the psychiatric home's uniform for the mentally disabled. Her acne was finally gone. She was looking as beautiful as he used to know her. He was sure he could never root for her like he used to.
'Happy new year', Chloe said and they replied as they always did, seeing that she always connected to them late.
'Just like years before', Raphael said as he gulped a glass of wine.
'Improved version. Now, we are sitting to eat in memory of three dead bees', Chloe said as she showed them her own bottle of wine. She still had her way of getting things. Nosa smiled warily. Chloe had never called any of their fathers bees before.
'You said bee', Moriah said and tears returned to her eyes.
'I said bees. I know. At least, we all have one remaining'.
'One?' Moriah said as she wiped tears from her face.
'Yes. Your father. Our new papa'.
'Not me and you. He is disbeed. He is dead to me'.
'There are times you, like Nosa, would wish you saw him at least for the last time'.
'I don't want anything'.
'Things would be happening soon. I'm here with Papa's Nosa's bee's friend. He said there would be the destruction of Fortunecity with water. Just like the days of Noah. The man is exposing me to a lot of bottle of stale urine'.
'Well, you are all' Nosa started to say.
Moriah seemed to have anticipated what he wanted to say and pinched him.
'Good people', Moriah said.
Chloe laughed. 'I know what he wanted to say. We're all mad. But we're not. Things are happening. I have been looking for three people all this while. Did you see my acne, then? They were three. Immediately we found Joana and Agnes that those F.A.L.T members killed, two disappeared. But it was until I got here that I found the third person. I had been the one all these while. I'm seeing a vision of when the rapture would happen'.
'No. Chloe', Raphael said disgustedly. 'Not a memorable day like this'.
'Yes. We want to enjoy the New Year memory', Moriah said as her fingers played on the tumbler she was holding.
'To the bees', Chloe shouted excitedly.
'To the bees', Moriah said and burst into tears.
Nosa drew her nearer and raised his cup. Ever since the ordeal happened, he had been staring and trying to laugh. But he couldn't laugh much. His smiles were short-lived and wary. Most times, he wished he could cry, but tears avoided him. So, seeing a crying Moriah and petting her, showed his conscience wasn't dead. Maybe he also needed to talk to a psychiatrist.
Then, they proceeded to sing the song 'Four years' by Stylplus. Raphael waved the ticket he bought to have a cruise with Joana on a voyage for a week, just the two of them.
'By the ways, guys, my game is out, and I finally got a name', Moriah announced. 'Mountain and the'
'The Bee', Chloe said.
'How did you know?'
'She told me during my last visit to her'.
'We should play it after the prayers'.
Nosa nodded and soon, he listened to them half-heartedly until Chloe said her goodbyes and they promised to visit her.
That evening, Nosa climbed down the mountain and dialed Shayla's number again for the fifteenth time that day. It rang and soon stopped again. He wanted to know how their baby was faring, but she refused to pick his number.
'Nosa', Moriah called from the top of the mountain. 'It's time to pray. The new-year watch for the bees and Mountain Papa would start soon'.
He nodded and climbed up the mountain. As he climbed the mountain, his mind roved to all his family members that were available. His mother alongside his siblings would be at home weeping over his father, whose burial they all had just returned from to have their New-year tradition. Nosa saw the love that people had for one another and wondered why he didn't cry. He had been looking blankly at the ordeal. His father was a great man, whose only flaw was always being near perfect. There was nothing in the world that he had caught him doing that was illegal. The New Year didn't meet him on earth. The New Year didn't meet him and his wife, Chloe, together. The New Year didn't meet him and Shayla and their baby, together. He wished he could be there for the baby, to listen to its heart throbbing in its mother's belly.
Maybe he would have had a family if he was there for his wife. Maybe he would have known about Shayla if he had shown her love. Maybe, if he had shown his father love, he would have stayed put and wouldn't have followed Chloe. Maybe, if he had stayed back to listen to Mummy Church, if he didn't detest her, maybe Chloe wouldn't have heard about the other woman; Agnes. Maybe, if he had always agreed with his father on issues, he would have had a way to make Moriah happy and invariably Chloe. Maybe she wouldn't have had reasons to kill if he had just broken his method and had slept with Moriah before Chloe did.
As he clambered to the top, he looked at the empty, lonely road and knew his life would be like that for a long time, even with Moriah in it. The gathering cold and darkness that approached their tree-house had been in his heart all this while, and he wasn't sure he could drive them out. He wiped a drop of tears from his eyes and entered the house, and Moriah locked the door behind him.



*The End*

Reading through, I discovered that most of the punctuation marks are missing. Bear with me. Nairaland has been removing them.

Tanks for d update

Divepen1:
Yea...

Wawu... Forgot to post. Happy new month..

I wish you the same





And I'm crying, the story is just..... I dunno

skubido:
Tanks for d update

Thanks for the comment. Thought I posted everything for only Queenitee

queenitee:

I wish you the same





And I'm crying, the story is just..... I dunno

Thanks... Abeg... It's just what?

Loving every bit of the storyline,You are a genius bro

Divepen1:
Thanks... Abeg... It's just what?

I dunno how to describe it... It felt so real. I actually imagined myself as one of the characters many times . I was feeling the magic of the story
Have you started a new story already?

queenitee:

I dunno how to describe it... It felt so real. I actually imagined myself as one of the characters many times . I was feeling the magic of the story
Have you started a new story already?

I've finished 'Grabbing The Hot Gate' and 'Purified Tomorrow'.

HORLADSTAR:
Loving every bit of the storyline,You are a genius bro

Thanks for the comment. Just when I was wondering if this story had any effect...
Thanks. and to you Queenitee

queenitee:

I dunno how to describe it... It felt so real. I actually imagined myself as one of the characters many times . I was feeling the magic of the story
Have you started a new story already?

Hope's it not my Moriah

Divepen1:
Hope's it not my Moriah

Moriah ko, Moriah ni. Actually it's Chloe I like most

Divepen1:
I've finished 'Grabbing The Hot Gate' and 'Purified Tomorrow'.

Lemme goan read bayen

Divepen1:
Thanks for the comment. Just when I was wondering if this story had any effect...
Thanks. and to you Queenitee

Always welcome

queenitee:

Moriah ko, Moriah ni. Actually it's Chloe I like most

God... I didn't want to think so... Actually, Rachael is my own crush...

Divepen1:
God... I didn't want to think so... Actually, Rachael is my own crush...

I just like Chloe, you'd think she's the weakest of them all, she had everything planned and you wouldn't even think she can hurt a fly. She's a silent killer.
She's a strong lady if you ask me.