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princesa: I didn't generalize

the culprit know themselves

congratulations on the votes

but It don't take a hair off my head

now run along go complete ur story, one ethic of writing: Never keep ur readers waiting


Mofo

1. You did. That 'Nobody' said it all.

2. Of course they do.

3. Same to you.

4. Nobody says it should.

5. LOL! See who's talking

6. Mofo? . Well, no problem if you are the 'Mo'

princesa: wikid!



@repogirl, tenth generation ba? Forget that thing, you know know wetin dey sup for here, we know every underground work jare, nobody is innocent as per my accusation, and i can stand on it


Pls complete that fighter Kite story Jo, we yaff waited tey tey

Stop generalizing jor. I, for one, didn't do any campaign or secret legwork for my humble old story and it did earn a respectable number of votes. I believe there are some other writers like that too.

Ollyfad: Uhm! False world saving?

Na so we see am o

Divepen: haba...this is too short

texanomaly: Yup. Too short, but interesting twist Van.

I know. This update is just a snippet. The one I'll post on Monday will be the real deal. Thanks

Ice4jez: Story interesting but the only way I enjoy ur stories is after ever four pages cos bros u no D̶̲̥̅̊ε̲̣γ̲̣ update always but ur story D̶̲̥̅̊ε̲̣γ̲̣ sweet die .anyway more ink to ur pen

Thanks sir. I'll resolve that late updates issue soon.

The huge fairy rushed into the Commander's office a few moments later.

'Sir?'

'Yes Brad. Take this Human here to Fort Carnellé,' the Commander instructed.

'Carnellé? Why? I thought he'll lead the Strike troop . . .'

'Shut the hell up and take him to Fort Carnellé now!' the Commander yelled.

'Certainly sir.'

The big Fairy grabbed me by the collar of my shirt for the second time that evening and hustled me out of the Commander's office.

To be Continued . . .

EPISODE 3

'No. Tell me you are joking,' the Commander groaned. 'You are not serious right?'

'I am dead serious sir,' I replied coolly. At that moment I wasn't sure whether to be excited or worried about the new development.

The fact that I wasn't the one needed by the fairies implied that I'll soon be free to return aboveground, but then it also meant the fate of the human race now depended on Stan, which is nowhere near a thrilling prospect when you considered who Stan was.

'Im-fuccking-possible,' the Commander as he hastily punched something into the mini Computer on his desk.

Whatever appeared on the monitor of the PC must have convinced him that I was telling the truth because he cocked his disproportionaly big head in my direction and nodded at me a few times before speaking.

'You are right. It's a mistake on our part,' he agreed. 'Dammit! This will set us back by three good months.'

'Three months? Why? What do you need that for?'

'You don't understand, Human,' he replied bitterly. 'This is not a process to be rushed. We have to run checks and carry out comprehensive tests on the mind and brain of that person.'

'Why?'

'To assess the level of his intelligence, his cranial capabilities, the sharpness of his memory and most importantly, the strength of his mind,' the Commander explained. 'We must test him with our various tranquilizers, hypnotizers and stun devices.'

'Why didn't you do all that with me?' I asked.

The Commander chuckled. 'Who told you that we didn't? See, all your latest dreams were influenced by our special sedatives, including that voyeuristic one about you peeping at a showering girl behind a keyhole.'

'You guys drugged me? How come I didn't discover later?' I asked in surprise. This fairy business is gradually becoming too complex for my understanding.

'We wiped your mind clean of any memory of that incident. There's no way in the world you'll remember that you were injected with Serum by one of our men before sleeping,'
the Commander explained.

In truth I didn't. I didn't even remember ever seeing a fairy before today.

'But why do you have to do all that? Couldn't you have talked me like you did not long ago instead of using drugs?'

'No. It's very important that we use those things. This mission is a top secret and must remain so. The last thing we need is a human with residual memory spilling the details of our plans into the wrong hands.'

'But do you think you can do all these things to Stan?'

'Why? Is he not a Human like you?'

'As a matter of fact, he's different. He is a walking dead.'

The Commander was smiled softly. 'No. Your twin is alive.'

'But my mum . . .'

'I know, I know,' he interrupted. 'That memory is false. I implanted the chip myself. Even that memory about you saving a land from destruction is not real, it's the last memory chip we implanted in your brain.'

I sat back in my chair and sighed heavily. I seriously have had enough of this disgusting talk. Time to change topic.

'Since I'm no longer part of your plans, I suppose I'll be free to return aboveground any time from now. Right?'

'Of course. So that you go sing our plans like a canary to FBI and any other Investigation agency you Humans have,' the Commander commented sarcastically.

'I won't do that, I swear.'

'NO!' The Commander said with an icy stiffness that doused the fiery determination I had to plead my cause.

'You'll stay here with us until all these is over,' he added after a slight pause.

'Can't you mindwipe me and let me go? That way I won't remember anything about this conversation again, let alone telling anyone else about it,' I pleaded desperately.

'The answer is still no,' the Commander maintained. 'Mindwiping you again just after carrying out tests on you might have a terrible effect. Something as bad as mental derangement.'

'I'll stay then,' I said, when I finally realised that I had no option.

'Fine,' the Commander said as he punched an intercom button on his desk.

'Brad. Come here right now,' he ordered.

'Yes sir.'

princesa: Following...

Story promises to be interesting. But i hope I'll understand all seeing that i didn't read the subsequent stories

Ha, one of the heavyweights on this board is here. (Dancing Shkelewu)

You'll surely understand. Save a few cross-references, this story is a pretty much a stand alone and quite differs from the prequel.

Now this is far more than I expected. This piece is amazingly terrific. Thumbs up Bro

Mods front page please.

Damex333: Van, if i talk say make i carry you by d collar now, tex go beg on ur behalf and me no want d babe to beg. But i know who i go send you greatest enemy.
D only way you can beg me s by sending Qan to me

@bolded. Oleh

Don't send anyone o. I'll continue the story tomorrow when I'm fully settled down . . .

Ollyfad: Hehehe.....dis tym around na stan go enta wahala.gud 4 m bt van d updates dem dey tak 2 lng 2 kum o.anyways d story is promisin 2 b fun as xpectd

Thanks ma, I'll work on updating more quickly . . .

Damex333: call am fast, i go double him pay.

Kai! this guy no like me at all . . .

Divepen: Ermm....nymph whr u dey job dey for u

Don't call that Nymph abeg

Divepen: I don help send ppl go mountain...oya oya come do something for this story b4 me mysef send anoda nymph come ur place

Oga the story continues tomorrow . . .

So the Anthony Achara character in Chike Momah's the shining ones is actually Achebe?

Great. Now I know a little more about the man.

Divepen: Chai...see where this story con stop...wo!!! Van u don die as dem c say no b u ....dat nymph go show u serious gbagangbos

I know o, abeg help me pray make dem release me without showing me pepper.

Damex333: how many ppl you don call babe 4 ds nl? Seven ppl? Am trying to teach you pidgin ni o.
Bros van, we go meet 4 dt place na, we go yarn wella.

Ok my bro

Damex333: do you know who stan is to me? He is my personal guy.

Bro you no even tell me how the update be. I dey vex

texanomaly: well that makes more sense...hmmm a little twist there at the end...Stan deserves it, after what he did in the last one I hope they go get him.

Much better Van...thanks

You're welcome ma. I thank you too, for reading and commenting

texanomaly: come on Van Tee...you are just teasing us...

texanomaly: come on....GIVE

texanomaly: come on Van Tee...you are just teasing us...

I'm sorry madam. I'm not trying to tease you or anybody. The notepad on my phone can contain only one thousand characters so I have to copy and paste bit by bit to make up an update. The update is complete now, kindly re read it.

texanomaly: Hmmmm...very short...more please.

Damex333: Guy continue b4 i break your head o.

The Update has been modified, kindly go over it again. Thanks

'More painful is the fact that the said Fairy wasn't even the one that stole the gold. I'm very sure of this because the Fairy in question is my own grandfather. The whole thing was just fabricated to blot Fairies out of the picture for ever.

My jaw dropped in shock. 'What? Your grandfather was alive in 164 AD?'

The Commander chuckled softly. 'Yes he was. Fairies are magical beings, We live for centuries before dying.'

'Honestly sir, I don't think all these things you are saying concern me much,' I said ernestly. 'Why don't you let us talk about the main reason you brought me here?'

The Commander smiled. 'I see, you are always straight to point. Just like your file here says.'

'My file?' I echoed in surprise.

'Yes. We do have an active file on you. We have been keeping tabs on you for months.'

'Why?'

The Commander leaned forward and delivered his words slowly. 'The time has come for the people of the underworld to return to the human world. Not to merely co-exist with humans but to lord over the earth and the entire universe, and you will be our human ally.'

'What? You intend to make the entire human race your slaves and you expect me to aid your cause?'

'You don't understand, Human,' said the Commander. 'That Humans will suffer worse fate if this do not happen.'

'What is worse than being driven into slavery?' I asked.

'How does War, famine, disease outbreaks and natural disasters sound in comparison?'

'You want to do that?'

'No,' the Commander replied. 'That is actually the plan of an elite Human sect. They want to reduce the world population to the barest minimum. They want to establish a New world ruling system.'

I listened on with rapt attention as the Commander continued.

'Fairies have everything needed to conquer and control the world succesfully, but we need you to help us,' he said.

'Why me?'

'You are the chosen one. It's your destiny'

I sat back into my chair and exhaled deeply. So it is my own destiny to bring about the fall of the human race?

'But what exactly will I do to help your people?'

'Don't worry about that. Just give your consent and we'll strike immediately.'

'Are you sure I'm really the right person for this job?'

'Of course you are. There have been Prophesies, paintings and books about you since 200 AD,' the Commander intimated.

'Really? Can I see one?'

The Commander stood up without replying and walked up to his bookshelf. After a few moments of rummaging, he found what he wanted.

'Here,' He said as he handed me a gold coloured book. 'This is the Annal of Zunges, the greatest fairy clairvoyant ever. He died two hundred years ago. That's your picture on the frontpage beside two Fairies,'

I peered at the black and white picture of 'myself'. The picture was almost perfect. Yes. Almost perfect because I just spotted a flaw. A minor one at that, but a flaw all the same.

'Commander, This is picture is not mine,' I pronounced calmly.

'Are you crazy? Whose features will fit yours as closely as that?'

'Errm, My twin brother Stan.'

To be Continued . . .