Fazemood:
Wow wow wow! Amazing. Nice trick Jamal. Op thanks

@fazemood i kinda draw a contrast with jamal and nebud with hollowed eyes lol who's gonna be having a new awakening tomorrow Behind might need to see this ...........
Thanks for drawing me to this thread,nice work op this finale gonna be GRAND

Dathypebruv:


@fazemood i kinda draw a contrast with jamal and nebud with hollowed eyes lol who's gonna be having a new awakening tomorrow Behind might need to see this ...........
Thanks for drawing me to this thread,nice work op this finale gonna be GRAND

Yeah Obehid needs to see this story, she and this author are astonishing writers. Been following this story from the day it started just that o.p wasn't a constant updater, so I abandoned it. Now I am back n the thrill is still here

Yeah just came online,she posted already lemme go check it out
Op comman update here oh wanna see how jamal ends

Fazemood:

Yeah Obehid needs to see this story, she and this author are astonishing writers. Been following this story from the day it started just that o.p wasn't a constant updater, so I abandoned it. Now I am back n the thrill is still here

It was a vicious uppercut. Jamal erupted from the darkness like a beam of light, his fist making contact with Zo's jaw like a hammer on a chisel. A loud crack left him in no doubt of the state of his teeth. He felt his feet lifting of the ground along with his body. His ears picked up the clattering noise of his protective orb give way, like plates being smashed on a tiled floor. His vision went woozy as he hit the ground. Shaking his head several times to clear the cobwebs, his eyes focused on Jamal standing on top of him, blue energy cupped in one hand. Eyes hollowed.
With a swift movement of the arm, Jamal smashed the energy in Zo's face. He was suddenly cloaked in darkness. It was the last thing he saw as his body went numb.
As he opened his eyes he found himself sitting on the ground, shirtless. His back was resting against something hard and rough. A cold morning wind was blowing, and the cold started to get to him. His teeth were starting to grit already.
Damn! He thought.
"He's coming around," a male voice stated. It sounded so far away.
Zo heard footsteps approaching from behind but could not move his body to face the person approaching due to the restraints holding him down. Plus he felt like he was filled with tonnes of bricks. His eyes could just make out a cloaked figure standing to his 11 o'clock, silhouetted by the rising sun, unmoving. The heat of the morning sun burned the left side of Zo's face making him squint and turn his head to the right.
"You bloody kid," Zo grumbled weakly. He could feel more of the Torpedo leaving his body. The footsteps stopped right beside him, to his right. Shielded from the sun.
"I know what you are thinking right now," the voice said, loud and clear. "You are thinking," -the voice lowered to barely a whisper- "'how can this be happening to me? Why are my powers deserting me?'"
Zo grunted. He could barely say a word now.
"Well I can give you the answer to that," the voice continued. "You see, Jamal is no ordinary person." There was a pause. "At all."
"Combining the powers of the electron energy and that of the proton energy to produce his own version of the black energy, he realized a certain mixture of his black energy with the Torpedo gave him the ability to absorb the latter. It was just his theory, though. Until he confirmed it on one of your earlier attack: the lightning thing you did. He used the power of the Torpedo to fashion a dummy copy of himself for the experiment, attacking wildly in order to make you use the Torpedo to subdue him. The dummy was weaker, of course, so it disintegrated after being struck by a much stronger power. He---"
"That's enough, Benjamin," Jamal said softly. He moved slowly from his place at Zo's 11 o'clock, walking away. "Get it over with. We have to clean up the city before the authorities find out exactly what has been going down." With a giant leap, he ascended the skies. Leaving Zo at Benjamin's mercy.
"You are probably wondering where all your powers are going to," Benjamin said. He moved to stand in front of Zo. He looked up at Benjamin. There he stood, clad in a red cloak. Hollowed eyes. "Yup! Remember the amount of energy Jamal released from his body earlier? It was for me."
With sudden movement Benjamin's left hand thrust upwards. A thick blanket of darkness covered Zo once again.
Forever.
From the distance Jamal saw the red flash of lightning that descended at Benjamin's location. He had decided to give his mate the privacy he needed to finally put his loved ones' memory to peace. And he did not have the wish to see his ancestor's death.
They stood over the blue flames that burnt their comrades. There were two fires: one for the Peacemakers and another for the enemy. Given its few members, the Peacemakers fire had almost completely died out.
Jamal looked up at his remaining mates. On his right stood Benjamin, cloaked and hollow-eyed; on his left was the girl, Jade. She looked shaken, her eyes glazed and empty as she watched her brothers burn to ashes. Its a necessary task, Jamal thought. The burning of ghosts with an electron flame was important in order to remove all traces of supernatural involvement.
At late noon, the three of them went about cleaning up the city, threatening and bribing a few officials to keep their mouths shut. By the end of the day everything was in order: it was announced on the late evening news that the city was caught in crossfire between gang wars but arrests had been made and some scores settled.
*****15 Months Later*****
Kelvin sat in the comfortable leather chair in the new C.T Securities headquarters that recently relocated to Abuja. He pressed mute on the remote control just as the phone rang. He picked up the receiver, confirmed he was the one on the line, and smiled as he was told his wife had delivered a boy. They spoke briefly with him promising he'll make the next flight to Canada to come see his child. Kelvin dropped the call to face the two cloaked figures that stood in front of him. He was not surprised by the intrusion. He had gotten used to it after the first month.
Jamal and Benjamin had helped Kelvin with his carnivorous symptoms which developed after prolonged exposure to substances during his prison stint and had assigned two Peacemaker soldiers to guard him at all times.
From the shadows, of course.
Now he was repaying the favor by covering up all the mysterious disappearances that were happening nationwide -using his vast network of connections in high places. He had never asked questions about what the killings were all about and his two cloaked friends had never bothered to explain themselves.
"Do you want us to go keep an eye on her until you come?" one of them asked.
Kelvin nodded. "Yes. I have a feeling this is not over yet."
They both nodded and dissolved into shadows.
Princess Tula sat in the passenger seat as her husband, King Jared, navigated the Range Rover into the cemetery’s parking lot. Their 2-month old baby, Shin, slept quietly in the crib in the backseat.
"I'll be fine," she said, placing her hand on his as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
"Are you sure?" he asked softly.
She nodded and alighted the vehicle, holding her jacket tight to her body to protect herself from the sweeping cold.
It took her a good 10 minutes of walking past headstones to locate the one she was looking for. She stopped and stared at the headstone with the words SHIN engraved on it. She bent down and cleared the dried leaves on around it before kissing it.
She was whispering a silent prayer when she felt the heat of someone beside her. She turned her head towards the new arrival. Cloaked from head to toe, with glowing blue eyes.
"Hello, Princess," the hoarse voice greeted.
"Benjamin," she replied back while looking away. "What are you doing here?"
Benjamin sniffed. "Paying my respects to the dead. He was a good man."
"Excuse me," she said as she turned to leave. She only turned around when she heard Benjamin call out her name.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"How did he die?"
"No idea. I wasn't there."
Tula shook her head, "Not my dad."
Benjamin looked away. He spoke slowly, "He was killed in the last fight with the elder, Zo."
She got back to the car, holding back tears and resting in Jared’s arms.
Benjamin watched as the Range Rover reversed and exited the cemetery. "Why are you letting her despair?"
"It's just a matter of time before she forgets about me," Jamal replied. His hood was pulled down, revealing the scar that ran across his face. He got it from one of the numerous battles they had fought with opposing ghost organizations over the last year.
After the death of the elders, a rebellion was starting to rise amongst the members of the smaller ghost cells which threatened the long-kept secrecy of their existence. Jamal, along with Benjamin, took it upon themselves to controlling the situation using the devastating powers of the Torpedo. With the help of Kelvin they managed to keep the killings off authority radars.
"Why are you doing this to her," Benjamin asked.
"We are ghosts, Benjamin. I made a mistake forgetting fifteen months ago. It will not be repeated ever again."
"So this is what you want to be, a mythical creature lurking the shadows and rescuing people? It's not your responsibility, man!"
Jamal looked towards the sky. "What has been the progress in uniting all the ghosts under one leadership?"
Benjamin sighed. "Jade has managed to convince the last organization left, Red Flag. The coronation ceremony is in a fortnight. We thought you should become the leader."
"I want it to be you," Jamal replied. He ignored Benjamin gawking at him. "There's a whole lot of other things left to be done. Besides..." he turned to looked at Benjamin. His eyes blazed red. "...I can still feel the presence of another elder."
"I will come with you," Benjamin protested.
"No. You have to think about Jade. She's your family now. Your wife."
As the rain got heavier, Jamal stood on the highest building in a city he barely remembers. He thought about his last conversation with Benjamin about the presence of another elder. That was weeks ago.
It was a lie.
The overuse of his powers with the Torpedo had deteorated Jamal's psyche. He was quickly losing touch of reality and delving deeper into his subconscious. He had sometimes woken up in a room full of corpses, not knowing how they got there. A small experiment later he found out that he blacked out at times and went on a killing spree. He had decided to remain in seclusion for the rest of his life.
From his cloak pocket he brought out a small photograph of Princess Tula, the only thing precious to him now. He wiped the rain drops with his thumb and stared at the picture for a while. He could feel his eyes glowing red again. The picture suddenly caught fire.
Benjamin was seated on the high table in the new ghosts headquarters located miles underground in Sanka. He was about to address the new elders when he felt the presence of a familiar power in the air. But it was more sinister.
A devastating roar filled the air, like thunder from above.
One of the guards -dressed in the traditional ghost uniform of black cloak- ran in looking like he had seen the end of the world. He was blabbing, "Sir! I---"
Benjamin held up a hand.
He would know that energy signature anywhere, anytime.
"It is Jamal," he said. "Raise the defenses."
*******THE END*******

Here it is. I thank all of you for your patience. And thank you all for the comments and even sparing your time to read my not-so-perfect write up. You have all made this an encouraging experience for me and I owe you all an apology for my shortcomings. I'm not into the politics of having the highest views or most interesting posts. I'm just out to make my writing worth your while. I do hope I'll have enough courage to write a better story for you guys while keeping consistency high on the priority list. Thank you, readers. I really, really appreciate the love and support.

*** THE END ***
what an experience for jamal ;C
Cc Fazemood

Jamal, the nemesis now! Hmm, the result of excess uncontrollable dark power.

Nice story bro, hope to see more from you brother

Dathypebruv:
*** THE END ***

what an experience for jamal ;C

Cc Fazemood

It is terrible but I love the end. Jamal being the villain now is somehow cool

Fazemood:


It is terrible but I love the end. Jamal being the villain now is somehow cool

Overwhelming,it is.................

zhayyd039:
Prologue:
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"Alpha team secures the building from the north, Bravo team from the back," said the team leader as they quickly moved into two groups of three. "We have gone across the mission objectives over at debrief, there's no room for misplay. Vector, you lead the Bravo team. Move out."
The two groups moved with great efficiency, the Bravo team ahead of Alpha.
As the Alpha team reached the front door they spread with a man flanking the team leader in the middle.
"Bravo in position," the voice over the comms said.
"Right on cue," replied the Alpha team leader. "On three…two…one."
The man on the right gently pushed the door open while the team leader sprinted in, weapon raised. The other two joined quickly after.
"Clear," the men said one after the other.
"Alpha, this is Bravo. I got movement upstairs. East side."
They exchanged glances with each other before rushing to the location given.
"Bravo team engaging."
"Do not engage! This is Zero, do you copy?" another voice interrupted. "I repeat, do not engage!"
"Zero?" the team leader called, nothing.
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This totally reminded me of Quantico and Penguins of Madagascar.

Good job. I loved the simplicity and vividness.