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Fatalveli, can I post?

MzNelly:
Fatalveli, can I post?

worromot- interwined

Borrussia:
worromot- interwined

I'll post o

Nice.

Rita stormed into Mike’s room, while he freshened up.
“Rita-“ He said, barely surprised; as they had both seen a great deal of each other in various circumstances.
“Let’s just kill her!” Rita stated, fiercely. Mike let out a hoarse laugh and retied the towel around his waist.
“No.” He stated firmly, signaling the end of their conversation.
“Mike!” She whined. “Because of her, we’ve lost our three strongest men”
“Don’t you mean because of her, you’ve lost your boyfriend, Luke?”
Rita flinched and fiddled with her fingers. For a minute, she lost her balance as she thought about Luke-her hero, friend, and lover. Also, the man whom Mike was always at loggerheads with. He was always jealous of Luke, considering their tempestuous relationship in the past; and most certainly be rejoicing now that Luke was six feet under.
She, on the other hand wanted revenge. She loved Luke. And they sent the man she truly loved to his death.
“You should be more interested in the men you lost.” She finally stated, evasively.
He surveyed her, carefully. The way she furrowed her brows showed she was disturbed, even though she tried to conceal it. He loved this woman, deeply; madly. He loved the way she carried herself, her strength and charisma. She wasn’t a beauty queen but her caramel skin color did justice to her finely chiseled face. She was averagely heighted, with firm boobs and a shapely behind; however Mike didn’t care. He loved her because-
“Mike!” She interrupted his thoughts. “If you won’t do something, I will.”
“I’m not going to kill her. She’s our only ticket to freedom, to freedom from this hell we live, to freedom from the illicit activities we have to engage ourselves in to make a living. Imagine how much we could make of her. We could start afresh, Rita. Create a better future for ourselves elsewhere. Just imagine-“
Rita stared at him. How could he talk about a better future right now? When the only man she saw in her future was dead? She wanted her dead, she wanted the man who killed Luke dead.
“Fine.” She stated reluctantly, chewing on her lower lip. “We’ll do things your way. But when the money comes in, we’ll split it-50/50 and I’m out of here.” She made to leave.
“Hey” He held her arm, softly. “You’re out? What about…us?”
She smiled dryly. “There is no ‘us’, Mike. We died a long time ago. You seem to have forgotten that.”
“Yeah, but we’ve always…”
“That was in the past, Mike. I loved Luke, I still do love him very much. So I’m sorry, I can’t make a future with you. I just want my money and I’m out.” He released her arm, hurt by her words.
“What did he have that I didn’t?”
Rita thought about it for a minute-plenty things. First, he was handsome and a gentleman in his own way; contrasting Mike’s ruggedness. He was a man of his word, he was loyal too, he was hers. He didn’t do everything in skirt like Mike. Plus, he never hit her. He knew what she was worth and treated her accordingly.
“He knew how to love.” She answered and walked out.

Rita walked into the basement where they had bound the governor’s daughter. She took off the bag over her head and looked her squarely in the eye. She didn’t tremble or look away, She matched her look with hers. Rita at once despised her proud and arrogant demeanor.
“What is your name?” Rita asked. The prettier lady bundled to the chair, chuckled.
“Amateur” She stated, distastefully. Rita was taken aback. What is with this brat? Where did she think she was-her father’s palace?
She hit her across the face, with all the strength she could muster. She smiled triumphantly as she beheld the mark it left on her beautiful face.
“I am not in the mood for anyone’s stup1dity, least of all yours! You either do as you’re told, or I’m afraid I’d have to deal brutally with you. Are we clear?”
“If you’re going to kidnap someone, at least do a careful background information first” Rita raised her fist to hit her again, when Mike walked in, fully dressed.
“Rita!” He grabbed hold of her arm. “What the hell are you doing? I thought we already talked about this” Rita pushed him aside and walked out of the room, emotionally unstable.
“Zo?”
“Zoe, stup1d” Mike smiled, unamused.
“I see why Rita was hitting you.”
“You wanna pick up where she left of?” Zoe asked, sarcastically.
“No, I don’t hit women.” Mike said, taking a good look at her body. Zoe rolled her eyes, disgusted. What right did he have to stare at her like that? The pig.
Mike ignored the nasty look she was giving him and fed his thirsty eyes with her body. She had the right amount of boobs-full, perky and luscious. It almost didn’t seem right with her slim frame but her tiny waist gave her that well rounded figure 8. He noticed how she still had her makeup intact. Her full red lips pouted angrily and her eyebrows were lined perfectly. He had never seen a nose as pointed as her, but it seemed to go well with her oval, dark and smooth face. Mike wondered at how beautiful she was. It was honestly beyond him.
Her short skirt revealed a delicious pair of long, ebony legs. At once, Mike imagined those legs wrapped around his-
“Just call my Dad and get this madness over with”
“And I don’t take orders either” Mike swiftly replied, being snapped out of his reverie.
“Oh please, Mister! You and I know you’re in this for the money. So grab your stup1d cellphone, make your call and return me to my Dad”
“You know-“ Mike began meditatively, thrusting his hands in his pockets. “Rita suggested that I kill you…and I have to say, I’m kind of considering it.”
Liar, Zoe thought. He wouldn’t kill her even under duress. He wanted the money. The id1ot looked hungry even.
“Call my Dad.” She stated again. “Name your price, and let’s end this stup1d and pointless conversation.”
“I’ll starve you for a week or so, and then maybe I would.” Mike said and walked out.
Zoe cursed under her breath. This fool was new to the game. She’d been kidnapped over and over and it didn’t mean a damn thing any more.
All they wanted was her Dad’s money and he had plenty to offer. But the routine was getting boring; she sighed and winced at the painful way she was tied up.
She silently wished he would hurry up with the negotiations, so she could go home.
Why had she gone to church today, even?
Honestly, anytime she tried to do something for God, it always bites her in the ass, she thought bitterly.

She licked her parched lips, at once feeling thirsty.
Maybe, she should’ve been nicer to her captors.

Another coraborasion!!!! Chizoz



I dey follow shaa

ogbeni....nice line, following like shadow

wow! that was amazing Mznelly. Nice follow up. Teach me how to write like you.

I love ur story Fatalveli.

I'll be on the queue waiting for more.

Am glad I find my way to Literature section,D1ck invited me here,and am already getting inspiration.I will like to write my own story soon,though the longest have written is a 700.words essay on why I chose a college.

IsaacBuchi:
wow! that was amazing Mzn.elly. Nice follow up. Teach me how to write like you.

I love ur story Fata.lveli.

I'll be on the queue waiting for more.

Thanks darl

This is nice... A collaboration.
Fatalvelie, I think you should modify the title to something like; Echoes of Terror by Mznelly and Fatalveli

Nice story bro, more ink to your pen.

MzNelly:


Thanks darl

welcome me to the club abi u no seee

Ipledge:
welcome me to the club abi u no seee

Welcome darl

MzNelly:


Welcome darling

MzNelly:


Welcome darl

Stop flirting

Borrussia:
Stop flirting

I'm not.

Who's next on the line ooo, make the person come update Asap

MzNelly:


I'm not.

Hmm

Thronekid

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MzNelly:


I'm not.

I didn't see you at all on my thread, after mentioning you so many times

Ipledge:
[center][/center]I didn't see you at all on my thread, after mentioning you so many times

Didn't see it.

Mention me again.

who's next? the thread just started an,u guys should not slow it down

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After several minutes of deliberation, inhabitants of the area finally contacted the police. Even if there were suviours from the scene of the shoot-out, the time they wasted in contacting the police and their arrival would have been enough for that person to kill himself. Not minding the "Ewoos" that filled the air.

Isaac, a certain officer who led the team to the scene of the accident; bearing in mind the dangers of arriving a crime scene, had to waste enough time like the average police officer.

The police had taken time before they could indentify the governors daughter convoy. With the condition in which the state was propelled, the would'nt risk to find the governor daughter within the space of days.

They had bundled all the bodies, after thoroughly searching them and sent them to the mortuary until when they were through with investigations.

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Rita drove straight home with the last strength she could mutter. It would'nt be easy for her to have lost someone she was getting fond of. What still pained her the most was the kind of death he died. She would'nt have been thinking of all this were it to Mike who was lost, she would just have moved on with life and have demanded money for her captive; the governors daughter and maybe, after she might have collected the money, she would just kill her.

Her mind drifted off to the last conversation she had with Mike. With the way Mike spoke, he seemed to be intrested more on what money he would make out of the situation, than the problem they were into now. They had successfully taken the girl, lost a couple of men, but they foolishly left the bodies of their men at the scene. Though, they were with no identification on them, they would be traced to them since all cult members were known to always be together. And come to think of it, their cell phones, were was it?

Now was'nt time for her to be thinking, now was time for her to be mapping time. It called for action and this is what she would give.

Baba emrys stuff, I see you now, keep em coming Oga boss

She had grown up in a house full of music. Her father was always singing, and all Esther's earliest and strongest memories were built around her father's vibrant baritone raised in song. Her father Mr. Edwards Adams, Governor of Lagos State, was a man who she respected because of his peculiarities. Aside from singing, Edwards was a prolific painter. She didn't understand why she is always the victim of every kidnapping incident in their home. Maybe because she was the only one who insisted studying in Nigeria. Her elder sister Kelly was presently doing her masters at Germany, her younger brother at Europe studying Law. She sighed as she realized her environment. She looked around and discovered the building is incomplete which signifies that her captors hideout was deep in the forest. She couldn't grasp at the reason why the girl was so angry at her. They are so different from the people who had kidnapped her in time past. She had lied to them about her name. Why would they even ask her about that? Are they so immature and inconsistent? She really need to get back home. She closed her eyes and prayed.

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Mike awakened with a start. He sat up, disoriented. He glanced at his wrist watch and then blinked in disbelieve.
Three o'clock? In the afternoon?
The events of the morning came rushing back: kidnapping zoe, Rita drove off their hideout in anger . A lump formed in his throat. He was not a kidnapper. He was a graduate but the zeal for the revenge of his father's death kept him on this track. He needed not the money. His plans were for him to get the governor to confess to his crime. He wasn't going to get away with it, he promised. He remembered Rita's fit and her angered he breathed deeply through his nose, focusing on what he needed to do. He didn't have time to be weak-kneed or light-headed all because of his supposed love to Rita. He needed to execute his vengeance and not to extort money which he will give with no stress. After all it is the sweat of the citizens, their tax and hard works. He needed him to suffer the pain he suffered after the death of his father. He stood and walked to the room where Zoe was. He found her asleep, he shook her and she opened her eyes.
An ache rose in his jaw, and Mike realized his teeth were tightly clamped. For a long time now, he'd been incapable of any emotion except deep, caustic anger. Day after day it ate at him, like a vulture picking at his entails. Dying would have been easier than living like this. Thoughts of revenge flickered through his mind. Get it over and done with, he told himself, and then finally - maybe - he would find rest.
His gaze traveled to Zoe once more. Maybe justice demanded that Edwards Adam pay a greater forfeit, he thought. Maybe it required that the man lose something he held even dearer than his own contemptible life. He picked up his phone from his back pocket and sent a text message. He smiled to himself and walked out.
Esther was dumbfounded because she didn't understand why he just smiled and also why he hasn't called her father yet. She was sad and didn't know when the tears flowed.

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Mrs Adams saw the police cars as soon as her entourage turned the corner. She had gone visiting a friend since morning. The media were massed at the front gate, held back by police but demanding instant answers. She knew something was wrong. Her first reaction was panic. In the next instant she was running towards her house.
"What's going on here?" She cried, pushing against the cordon of police officers who blocked her front door.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, there was a shoot out and your daughter was not found. Our men were found dead at the scene." One of the officer said.
"Oh my God," she moaned, falling back. Her head falling inside her head, her shoulders started to shake with a grief she no longer tried to hide. She fainted and when she was revived, she stayed conscious only long enough for the doctor to give her a sedative. Later, much later, when the sedative they gave her started to take effect and her mind was hovering in the mid-ground between dreams and reality, her thoughts kept returning on how her day had been spent, how things might have been different. She would have attended the church with her daughter. Somehow it was her fault because she had changed the routine and went visiting.
They had waited patiently for the calls so as to prepare a ransom but none came in. She was worried because she loved her daughter. She glanced at the wall clock in her room as it was 3:15 in the afternoon. Her phone vibrated, she took it from the table. It was a message from a certain number not registered in her phone book. It read thus "Meet me at New city Hotel room 49 by 7am tomorrow. If you want your daughter to live: come alone and let no one know about the meeting."

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nice one

takes my seat