CHAPTER FIVE - THE SURVIVOR

01 Apr 2013 - 10:40:56 am
" Jerry " a delighted Joshua called out to his son. Though happy
he was back, he wasn't convinced with the explanation he had given the police concerning his whereabout the previous day, afterall, his behaviour has been strange and unusual in recent days.

"yes dad" Jerry answered, only when he was right in front of him. He wore a green polo shirt with black stripes, with a combat shorts. He looked good on them compared to what he had wore when he suddenly showed up at home. He carried a frown.

"sit down" Joshua said, pointing towards a seat.

"what is it this time" he pondered.

"Jerry, I and your mum are very happy you are back, we were really worried, you gave us a scare"

"I am sorry dad"

"promise you will never do such again"

"I promise dad" he replied.
Joshua paused for a moment and then continued.

"I am not convinced with the story you told the police earlier on, and..."

"But that's the truth dad" he interrupted sharply, wiith his head bent down and eyes fixated on the tiles im the room like it was a tv screen showing his favourite team play.

"well, if you say so then"

"Is that all dad?" he mumbled.

"You can go"
Jerry strolled pass his dad as he left the living room. He headed straight to his room and plonked himself on the bed in a supine position and with a heavy sigh.

The explosion was so powerful it blew out the door and threw right out of the room. He regained consciousness only after about three minutes and found himself outside. The whole building was raging with fire, his vision was blurred and he couldn't hear a thing.
He was completely naked.

Aside first degree burns in his thighs and chest and a couple of bruises, he looked fine. He wondered if there were still people alive in there. He looked around to call for help and just then noticed movements some distance away.
And then he saw something, something gross and scary. A guy was being machete'd by another, while two others chased a human figure that looked like that of a female.

It was dark and he could barely see but the fire from the building was just enough to see what was happening.

"whoever these guys were, they were definately not the right people to come to his aid" he had thought.

In his confused state, he had managed to creep out to the back of the building and then later to a car parked close by where he hid underneath it. He passed out again only to wake up in the early hours of the morning still dark enough to cover his nakedness with some clothes he found lined nearby.
Now he had told the police a different story and had denied being in the building. If his dad couldn't believe his story, he wondered if the police did.

"And the wallet containing the ATM card, how the heck did it survive too? " he thought.

He had told the police it must have fallen off when he walked passed the building, when he left his home.

"And yes the girl, who was she? " his mum had told him about the girl.

"No doubt, she must be the female figure he saw being chased by those men" In his deep thoughts, he fell asleep.

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Dickson felt a hand move towards his crotch, and then he remembered she spent the night with him. He quickly sat up. It was 6:09 a.m already. He was in no mood to shag, he had to be at the college. He was in trouble, and a big one at that.

"you better start getting dressed" he beckoned on her.

She muttered something inaudible. She looked unperturbed. Now she was begining to hate her job, just when she was having a nice time, her leave was cut short.

He stood up and stepped on something, he bent down, picking a piece of paper. It was the note. "you will both rot in jail" the last part read. "No way, he wasn't going to jail" he cared less about the other. He had become entangled with the wrong persons.
Many things ran through his mind "praise is still alive, so is the little brat who recorded them, and the video, who else could have it? "

He needed to see Mark as soon as possible.

"Grace get dressed" he yelled out to her from the bathroom.

"She could really be of help" he thought.

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She drove into the building and parked at her usual spot. She looked around and noticed the bitch,s car was missing, "she isn't here yet" she thought.

"she must pay for this"

She had barely entered her office when she heard a knock.

"yes come in"

It was lawal.

"stella, I couldn't find the memory card in the phone"

"I think you should direct that question to Grace when she comes"

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"Bye bye sir" the nurse at the counter said waving at him. He waved back not looking at her. He had his shades on.

"In a few minutes time she should be dead" he thought to himself.
"The car didn't kill her but the arsenic poison he injected her should do the job"

He walked pass the hospital hastily to an adjacent street where he stopped a cab. He felt safer coming without his car.

"Bourdillon's bar" he called out whilst opening the cab door. He was to meet Dickson there.

"lemme have a bottle of guiness"
He was served.

"what else do you want sir" the waiter asked with a smile revealing a set of not too well arranged teeth. They looked like a 'good job' done by a kid.

"No thanks" he replied with a smile too.

He poured into a glass cup and took a sip. He wondered if Dickson had done his own job too of finishing off "that stupid girl."

Just then his phone rang, it was Dickson calling.

"Hello Mark, we have a little problem"
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