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He took his mind off the his parents troubles and focused on his driver, Salisu. Anytime he remembered the driver, he smiles. The young man behind the wheels has not been opportune to be in a primary school not to talk of a university. His parents were a dead mum and a too-drunk-to-be concerned father. At the age of four, his uncle took him away from the stench of alcohol and straight to the smell of dust, as he worked like a slave for his uncle as soon as he reached the age to differentiate right from wrong. He was so mal treated that he ran away once he was twelve and entered the streets, working as a bus conductor.

It was in prison that Wale saw the young boy of sixteen years with a criminal record and took him in. He got him trained in driving and since Salisu knew the parts of the South West like the tribal marks on his cheeks- the only gift from home, Wale entrusted him with driving everyone around. Salisu on his part, was always the obedient servant never betraying his benefactor, something he transferred to Tade.

The traffic had cleared up and Salisu drove quickly, carefully overtaking cars and even a petrol tanker; something that caused panic to Tade. The student was about cautioning Salisu when he reduced the speed of the driving by himself.

Chapter one



It was 10.00am. A red Toyota Car was stuck in traffic along the expressway between Ibadan and Ilesha. In the car was a hopefully young fresher, aiming to succeed in his future school. His name is Tade.

Tade, an eighteen year old male student, was tall and lanky for his age. His dressing was more expressive than expected, considering he was going to study Law at the more conservative Obafemi Awolowo University in Ile-Ife, Osun state. His mind, bored stiff by the traffic issue drifted between his current location and his home.

His home was more like a house than a 'home' to him. His parents were not in talking terms at home. They may not be fighting every minute, but their behaviour around him was enough evidence that a cold war existed between them. They put on a facade outside, obviously to avoid prying eyes and running mouths, but they created an unhappy and slightly distrustful lad.

festwiz:
Bro. I know its hard, but your post are too short it kills the initial thrill

Festwiz, I don explain why its like that. Am using Opera browser and when the update is a bit long, it deletes everything. So instead of getting long updates, I send nothing, which frustrates me. I have tried getting help for it to no avail. That's why its short.

P. S: am sorry for not updating since, have been a bit busy.

LarrySun:
Wow! What a tragic story. After escaping, he still managed to get killed. Poor Andrew.

Good job, Rapmike. Keep it coming.

There are some inconsistencies in your tenses, and you seem to be substituting 'been' for 'being'. Above all, you're doing a good job here.

Well done, sir.

Oga mi, you are back! I get problem with the use of 'been' and 'being', e dey confuse me at times.

Btw, the story never start, na Prologue be that.

hillsnite:
before I start, I throway salute to all the bosses of this great session. the likenof larrysun, Temitope Daniel, Audrey timms, sammyhoe ,princesca,rapmike to mention but a few.. more grease to all your elbow

Am here.

He silently took the knife, somehow escaping Matches attention as he kept ranting. He now slid the knife and his hand under the body and pretended that he had fainted.

Kareem caught up with Matches and co, grinning to himself. He thought Matches had killed him off.

"Matches, carry am make I use am send message." Kareem ordered in a gale mood.

Sending message meant cutting all the person's body parts with an axe and distributing it all over campus, a note accompanying each piece or body part.

As Matches lifted Andrew up, the almost dying man quickly offered two decisive stabs at Matches body and a glancing strike at Kareem, all before he was fatally shot by a recruit. Poor Matches bled to death by the cut into his neck, while Andrew slowly remembered everyone, his soon-to-be disappointed parents and Tade, his younger brother of five years, before he departed this world.

The sight of the building gave Andrew a lift, as he increased his pace. However, just as he thought he was going to make it alive, disaster struck.

Matches, who had gone on his own separate way suddenly appeared on the view that Andrew beheld, immediately firing a shot at his leg.

"Ah!" He shouted as more cult members came to the view. His wonderful 'vision' was now turning into a nightmare.

"Where you wan run go before? Stand up Mr Man!" Matches shouted with a lot of aggression, obviously obtained from been a street thug. Andrew laid on the floor, hope lost and fighting spirit utterly gone. He knew this was the end, because Kareem will surely kill him immediately.

A surgical knife suddenly came in view, shooting his curiosity up. Andrew wondered which careless medical student could have done this.

A brilliant, crazy idea came in his head.

stuff46:
take it easy shekau partner

Abeg make una do small, small before Uncle Jona come arrest me for wetin I no sabi.

Una welcome.

Kareem was in the midst of fighting the snakes off when he saw him. A figure crawling away, his shadow dancing in the approaching rain.

It was about to fall.

Kareem surged through the snake pit, crushing any unfortunate snake with impure energy. Impure energy from the wailing walls of hell. Impure energy from anger. The anger directed towards one person and one person only, Andrew.

Andrew turned back and saw Kareem moving with worrying increasing pace. He also noticed that the brave ones among the recruits had damned the snakes and moved with him. Andrew understanding the times, then stood up and started running.

The sight of Andrew running got Kareem's blood boiling beyond evaporation level. He thought of running after him, but then stopped moving and instructed his men to open fire.

So once again, bullets started to rain across the ground, even as Andrew was nearing the Faculty of Health Sciences.

Andrew, seeing that the moon's light would not be denied its brightness, quickly crawled to the back of a mango tree and set himself against it.

The moon's light came out, revealing the glory of a full moon. Kareem was in no mood to admire the moon, and now separated the group into two, Matches taking one set to the other side of the bush while he moved forward.

As they moved closer to Andrew's location, he being trapped by his posture, they encountered something odd.

One of the recruits shouted in pain, clearly warning others about the presence of danger. Soon enough other shouts were heard and even Kareem had to retreat back. They were in a den of snakes!

The ruckus gave Andrew the encouragement to move forward, making most of the moon light crawling. As his pains were down in notches, his speed increasing, putting more distance between Kareem and him.

festwiz:
NMERI17 & Rapmike. Please don't be pissed at me. The guys at MTN screwed me over yesterday with a poor connection. I am typing this with a friends wifi and don't want to drop a hurried post. I'll make it up this evening. Make sure to drop by at 9 pm



Thanks.

Nothing do you festwiz, we are still here.

D9ty7:
The story is still on.

Ah! I don fear finish. Lol.

Una never finish the story na! What is the key about? What happens to Uche, Rimi and Zaniab? Will Rimi ever get his revenge?

Where are the writers to answer this questions?

Festwiz, wetin happen?

Thunday and festwiz, thanks for showing up.

He had hardly made more distance when a snake suddenly fell on him, forcing him to shake it off. That slight movement gave him away.


Soon enough bullets started to rain across the ground, mostly missing their target due to the inexperience of the recruits. Kareem and Matches walked behind them,warning them against hitting each other.

Andrew went on all fours, knowing that if he stood up or dared to raise his head a bit higher, he will be dead.

Kareem soon motioned the boys to stop wasting their bullets and told them to spread. The moon's light, previously available was been shielded by the clouds, leaving them to the mercy of torch-lights and their untrained eyes.

Andrew crawled his way forward, hoping that the light will not come forth. Alas, it was not to be so!

Everyone was still enjoying the 'pleasures' of Biola when Kareem turned back and saw that Andrew had escaped.

"Haa! Haaa!! Thunder, ni bo ni eran ? Where is my prey? Where is he?" Kareem shouted, diverting everyone's attention towards Thunder and the cut ropes.

"Matches! Gather those 'freshers' around now. We have an animal to catch!"

Cutlasses started flying in the air, as various cult members lifted their weapons and started moving.

"And you!" He pointed to Thunder. "If you like allow her to escape!"

Andrew heard the shout and knew that trouble was coming to meet him at open range, and right now he was not in any shape to take such attack. His adrenaline shot up, forcing him to move a tad faster, despite the huge amount of pain running through his system.

The owl was circling around its prey this night.

That was cool, but not scary.....

Well you are doing a good work. Check out my story, its not horror though.

This is not fair! 100 views and see the number of replies! Its not encouraging. In fact the ginger is not there for me to continue.

Am actually enjoying this, dur!

Seriously nothing has spooked me since. But I guess am odd. Lol.

Nice work, watching from my thread.

With Andrew seemingly bound, the meeting was flowing with ease. The members of the Ravens talked, argued and sang their cult songs. It was not long before a girl was dragged to their presence. Andrew quickly identified her as Biola, a second year student of Chemical Engineering of the school.

He watched as one of the new members called Scorpion accused her of insulting him in public and slapping him. This caused an outrage among them, scaring the girl. He remembered her boyfriend, Ovie himself was the Capone of a rival cult group, the Red Axes. He watched as one of them almost slapped her, only to have his hand held by Kareem himself.

"E be like say you wan slap am back, abi? Matches, where you get this pikin from?"

Matches, a lanky dude with dangerous, red eyes like one who was perpetually under the influence of alcohol, spoke up.

"Oga, no mind jare, he no sabi code. Hey!" He motioned the lad, "Come here!"

The young man 'bounced' confidently to his side but soon had his confidence snuffed off with a 'choke-punch' by Matches. Default mode restored.

Kareem raised his hand up, commanding another bolt of silence. He then asked each of them to look at him.

"This is how we deal with people who insult us. Matches show them!"

Matches moved as quick as he could, forced the poor girl to the ground, stripping her naked before he started teasing her body, in readiness for entry.

Everyone was enjoying the show, even Thunder. Andrew watched on until he was sure that Thunder was completed occupied with the 'rape show', then he dropped the ropes and quietly crept away,before he started running.

Kareem soon raised his hand, ending all the jubilation. He looked sternly at Andrew.

"Thunder, bring the prisoner here."

Andrew was suddenly carried away like a sack of raw food and placed in front of Kareem by Thunder. Once he was dropped, he stole a quick glance at who was Thunder and almost shouted out of surprise.

Thunder was his close friend on campus and his fierce supporter. Together they arrested and imprisoned a lot of cult members and he was close to Andrew. They both were a tag team and Andrew could not believe that He was a cult member, not to talk of the Ravens.

"This guy, Kareem's voice brought him to the current situation. This guy thinks he can outsmart me by arranging my arrest." " He even get the liver to come my area, my capital, come arrest me. A mi, Kareem aka Lightening, Lightening whose blade sharp pass Raikiri, who fast pass any blade for this earth, omo lo mo, Omo to score ju Ronaldo ati Messi. You think you can arrest me?" He slapped Andrew.

He motioned the inspected guys. "Come and see this fool." They walked forward, cautiously as Andrew deduced them to be recruits.

"Carry this fool away, Thunder." Andrew was soon hurled away by Thunder, wallowing at the disappointment of been betrayed by Kunle Falade, now known as Thunder and the DPO.

"We will deal with him later." Kareem declared. Thunder watch him. Kareem then went ahead to discuss other topics for the day. They had a politician to kill, while a girl seems to have pissed off Senegal, one of the old members with a slashed ear, so they planned towards her rape.

Despite the injured state he was, Andrew was planning his escape. He managed to steal a knife from the rear pocket of Thunder without the latter knowing and now planned to wait for his chance to make a run for it.

D9ty7:
I must commend you for the good job you have been doing here but I must not leave without criticing your work.
1. The updates are just too short.
2. Is this a fiction or non fiction? If its a fiction, then I think you should make it look like one. I understand the fact that it could be a coincidence, but setting your story in the state of Osun and saying something about Omisore is an abuse on his person. You can give him another name, shey you get?
Please do accept my criticism in good faith, thank God they are things every reader could point out.
PEAce.

D9ty7 is here!!! Woow!

I forgot to put a disclaimer here. It is all fiction.

Therefore all names, events and venues are fictional, any resemblance to any person or event in life is purely coincidental and highly regrettable.

About the short nature of the updates, when I tend to make long updates through my phone, it tends to disappear without been published, hence creating a lot of frustrations to me. After trying to no avail to solve it, I was advised to use short update.

Lastly, even though I used the name Omisore, I did not link him to anything evil in the story, in fact he was a popular guy who was assassinated, so I really don't see the insult in there.

Thanks for the advice and please come around here.

When he came to, he noticed the fire dancing in a cleared part of the forest. As his head cleared from the fog that was blinding his reasoning faculties, he saw figures moving around the fire, dancing to the beats of locally made drums. The nature of the attires they wore, coupled with some sharp cutlasses hooked to the ground told him something.

He was in a cult meeting.

He tried moving, but as he expected, he was restrained tightly by ropes, binding him like a mad man expected to run once he is a bit loosed. He also noticed the bruises all around him and concluded that he must have been beaten to be here. He was still lost on what happened when the guys stopped dancing and the music stopped.

Kareem emerged from the shadows, which forced the area to even more silence. Now the fire stopped dancing and stood still, like it also understood who was present.

Kareem whistled a bit loudly, then started moving towards the guys dancing in the fire, inspecting them one by one. He then smiled, clapping his hands as they seemingly passed his inspection.

From no where, other guys started to emerge, causing some sort of jubilation among the inspected guys. Kareem carried a smug smile at him, the moon's light causing him to have a better view of Kareem.

Andrew's eyes widened on spotting the sun glasses, as memories started to flood his mind. He remembered the man with the glasses, was that Kareem? He remembered the conversation they had and realised how he was captured. He had no choice than to nod to Kareem's expert method of handling his situation. He knew that Kareem disguised as such a man so as to make Andrew bring his guard down. He again, tried to release himself but it proved abortive.

His eyes caught the sight of the man again, now that he was very close to the school gate. Why was the man following him? He decided to find out why.

He turned around and faced the man. "How can I help you again, sir?" He asked in plain anger.

"Is that how you ask questions from your elders, young man?" He replied with the usual antagonistic nature of older citizens of the nature when questioned by younger chaps.

"Sir, it does not answer my question. Why are you following me? I directed you to your destination and you....."

Gbam! He felt a sharp sudden pain before he went into the darkened blackness known as unconsciousness.

"Nice work, Razor." The old man spoke, removing the shades. "Carry him away, let's meet at the meeting place." It was Kareem.

toykathy:
very well! I wil follow dis 2d end. Keep it coming.

Thanks jare.

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But someone had to stand against them and Andrew was the candidate.

He had self-imposed himself as the biggest opposition to the Ravens. He decided on this as far back as when he was admitted into the varsity, incidentally at the same time with Kareem himself. Both of them watched as Old Soldier, another notorious cultist killed Gbade, their classmate and Andrew's friend because of some dues. He choked the poor dude to death before smashing his head against the wall of their department. It was a gruesome murder and the sheer impudent nature of it was what drove Andrew against cultism. Unfortunately, it also drove Kareem towards the phenomenon, as he brought himself under the tutelage of Old Soldier before murdering his tutor in similar fashion.

His train of thoughts were cut by the sight of a middle aged man, who did one of the most ridiculous deeds by wearing sun glasses at this time. The man stood in front of Diganga hotel, looking lost.

"Please where is Fine Touch Hostel? I was told it was around here."

Andrew looked at him in surprise. The man was quite some distance away from the hostel and his shabby clothes suggested that he did not belong to the class of people he knew frequent the hostel. Andrew himself was off course, finding himself drifting away from the safety of campus and out on the expressway. What brought him so faraway, he could not fathom.

He kindly directed the man to the location of the hostel and walked back towards campus, the man following him. Andrew's mind flew back to his train of memories, currently selecting the one that concerned his dad.

His father, Wale Martins was a young medical doctor who had lived happily with his wife and two kids until Andrew entered the University and join various anti-cult groups, hunting down cultists all over the place and slowing bringing some sanity to the campus.

His dad feared for him and had warned Andrew severally times to desist from his activities, an advice Andrew ignored blindly. The last time they spoke, it almost resulted to a fist-cuff, with his dad disowning him and he refusing to return home in over a year. This casted a shadow on his life and he wondered if he could ever get it right with his dad again.

Yet such assurances did not totally get rid of the anxiety in Andrew's heart. After all, this is the Nigerian Police Force, which is malleable under the right circumstances. He suspected that Kareem was well-connected and will soon burst out of prison, that is if he is not even released by the same DPO.

The man called Kareem sent jitters to any student who knew or had perceived his name. 7ft tall,dark and muscular, Kareem was the son of higly successful parents,his dad a minister of technology in the Fourth Republic and his mother, a senior lecturer in Harvard University, a position even high for the British locals. He, however was a complete anti-thesis to his parents. His first act was to murder them in cold blood, then joining the Ravens almost immediately. He rose up the ranks and in no time took the Ravens to the pinnacle of cultism in Ife and beyond, killing people in the process. By the time he was leader, the Ravens were virtually untouchable on campus, always retaliating any offence committed against them.