Epic 1
I awoke with a splitting headache and a raging fever. I had never experienced sickness like this before, and the intensity of my symptoms filled me with unease. As my mother entered the room with a bowl of water, her gentle touch on my cheek only served to heighten my fear. The fever hadn't broken, and she left to prepare some tea, her footsteps echoing down the hall. Just as I began to feel a sliver of relief, a gunshot rang out from the balcony, followed by the anguished howl of our dog. Terror seized my body as I cowered beneath my bed, doing my best to muffle the sound of my terrified breathing. A noise from my window made my heart leap—someone was jumping in. I fought against the urge to cry out, familiar fear gripping my heart, and my thoughts racing a million miles a minute. Who was in my room? Were they armed? And what had happened to my mother? "Some things are meant to be," the voice growled. "Life itself is unfair. Make sure no one is left... slaughter them all." As the voice echoed through the room, I panicked under the bed. I could see their mud-soaked shoes and smell the scent of the mountain—they must have come from outside. My mother's terrified cries pierced my ears, and I watched in horror as the teacup slipped from her trembling hands and shattered on the floor. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as I listened to her anguished pleas. But in a heartbeat, everything changed. I heard the terrible crack of gunfire, and the room went silent. Trembling, I slowly peeked out from under the bed, my eyes drawn to the bloody crimson stain on the floor. My mother's lifeless body lay there, and the knowledge that she was gone hit me like a thunderbolt. I buried my face in my hands and wept, my sobs echoing in the room. "Come on, you slum! You don't want to be caught, do you?" the voice yelled as I trembled by the window, watching them leave. I took a close look at the man's face. My eyes were already cloudy with tears, and I desperately wanted to see the face of the person who had taken my mother from me. Suddenly, a memory flashed before my eyes—a memory of my mother and me, laughing together in the kitchen as we cooked dinner. But the memory was shattered by the roar of the car's engine as the men drove away. As the police pulled up to the house, I let out a low hiss, the fear sinking deeper into my chest with every passing moment. Before I knew it, the thought of my dad flashed into my mind. A flood of memories washed over me, each one more vivid than the last. I raced to the living room, only to find my father's body sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood. "Everybody freeze!" the tall, thin officer screamed, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the scene. I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder and turned to face the officer. His face was calm and steady, but his eyes were full of concern. "Are you okay?" he whispered, the rough fabric of his gloves brushing against my skin. I could only manage a nod, as my eyes filled with tears, the dam finally breaking. "We'll find them," the officer said softly, his voice full of resolve. His words offered a small glimmer of hope in the darkness that had engulfed my world, but the pain of my parents' loss was almost too much to bear. As the officers began their investigation, I was left to pick up the shattered pieces of my life, praying that justice would one day be served. As the day wore on, the house was filled with various police forces, including members of the media. The head officer issued a command, his voice low and urgent. "Lock the house and make sure no one else enters, except for the Inspector General and his crew." "What about the child?" Ken asked, glancing at Kyrian, who was already asleep. "Bring him to the station. Let's head back to the office," the officer instructed, keeping his voice hushed. Ken carefully lifted the little boy into his arms, shielding him from the chaos with a blanket. He navigated through the sea of reporters, avoiding the bright flashes of cameras and the incessant questions. Kyrian's face remained hidden, a small mercy in the midst of turmoil. Ken could sense the director's worried gaze upon him, the air thick with tension as everyone braced for what was to come. While Ken was carrying out his duty, a news headline from The Sun newspaper caught his attention, detailing the tragic incident and Kyrian's status as the lone survivor. "Guess we're late. The Sun newspaper has already published the story," Ken mumbled, hissing through clenched teeth. His heart ached with the weight of the tragedy. "Bunch of dummies," he whispered, just as Kyrian began to stir. Ken knew that he would need to be strong for the young boy as they navigated the challenging days ahead. With a heavy heart, he vowed to protect Kyrian from the relentless media circus and the dark reality that awaited them both. "Where are we going?" Kyrian asked, his voice trembling with anxiety. His face was etched with worry, his legs trembling uncontrollably. "To a safe place," the director whispered, sparing Ken from his inner conflict. He had been pondering the best response to give the child. Kyrian's eyes widened, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "A safe place? What does that mean?" he inquired, his voice quivering. He scanned the car, taking in the grim expressions of the adults around him. The atmosphere inside the vehicle was heavy, weighed down by the collective fear and uncertainty. Kyrian's mind raced, desperately trying to comprehend the situation. Ken met Kyrian's gaze, his expression softening with empathy. "It's okay," he reassured him gently. "We're going to take care of you." The director nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. But just as the reassurances began to sink in, the car came under attack. "We need to jump!" the director yelled, grabbing Kyrian's hand. Kyrian's eyes widened in fear, but he followed the director's lead and scrambled towards the door. The landscape outside was a blur as the vehicle continued to hurtle forward. The director pushed open the door, and a gust of wind rushed in, whipping Kyrian's hair into his eyes. Kyrian felt adrenaline surging through his veins, his heart racing in his chest. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The director gave him a quick, reassuring smile before they jumped together into the unknown. The air whipped past them as they plummeted, the roar of the wind drowning out all other sounds. For a moment, Kyrian felt suspended in time, weightless and free. But then, the ground came rushing up to meet them. The impact was jarring, and Kyrian felt a searing pain shoot through his ankle. He attempted to stand, but his injured ankle gave way beneath him, sending him tumbling back to the ground. The director, already on his feet, appeared pale and shaken. "Are you okay?" he asked urgently, rushing to Kyrian's side. Kyrian nodded, gritting his teeth against the agony. "I'm fine," he lied, though his ankle throbbed mercilessly. The director helped him up, and Kyrian leaned on him for support, taking a few tentative steps. Every step sent a wave of pain through his leg, but he forced himself to keep going. Just then, a terrifying noise came from the direction of the bus. They turned to see it careening towards them, completely out of control. "Run!" the director shouted, grabbing Kyrian's arm and pulling him along. They sprinted away from the bus, just as it went over the edge of a cliff and plunged into the ravine below. A deafening crash echoed through the air, followed by an eerie silence. Kyrian and the director stood on the edge of the cliff, staring down at the mangled remains of the bus. The reality of what had just happened hit Kyrian like a ton of bricks. They had escaped certain death, but the danger was far from over. With his injured ankle and the unknown threats that lay ahead, the road to safety seemed more treacherous than ever.KyrianKyrian's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was happening. A group of masked men had taken over the bus, and they were shooting at the people on the street. Kyrian and the director were trapped in the middle of a war zone, and they had to find a way to escape."There's a side street up ahead," the director said, pointing down the road. "We can take that and get out of the line of fire."Kyrian nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. They began to run, dodging bullets and debris as they went. They turned the corner onto the side street, The director was right - they had to get out of there, but Kyrian's ankle was throbbing and he could barely walk. "I can't," he said, collapsing to the ground."We have to," the director said, grabbing Kyrian's arm and pulling him up. "You can do this. We just need to find a safe place to hide until the danger has passed."Kyrian gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand. They began to walk, slowly at first, but gradually picking up
KyrianThe officer's eyes were bloodshot and tired as if he hadn't slept in days. He kept his gaze straight ahead, not meeting my eyes. His jaw was clenched, and his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead, as he struggled to remain calm. I was desperate for answers, but his silence was deafening."I think we need to refuel," he said, his voice flat and emotionless. Without another word, he turned the car around and headed back the way we came. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, as we pulled into the gas station, the officer remained silent. I watched him as he filled the tank, his movements robotic and methodical. I wondered what was going through his mind, but he gave no clues. He finished filling the tank and got back into the car, without a word. I felt a knot of anxiety forming in my stomach, as we pulled out of the station and back onto the highway. The silence was suffocating, and I couldn't take it anymore."What's
Kyrian"I think they might be after you," Mr. Ken said, his voice low and grave. "We can't stay at my house tonight. It's too dangerous.""But where will we go?" I asked, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "And how can you be sure they're after me?"Mr. Ken shook his head. "I don't know for sure, but I can't take any chances. I'll take you somewhere safe, I promise."My heart was racing, and I felt a knot of fear in my chest. "What if they find us?" I asked“They won't find us, c'mon let's go”As we sped through the streets, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Mr Ken was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. He seemed to be driving erratically, making sharp turns and swerving in and out of traffic. I couldn't help but wonder if he was just a bad driver, or if something else was going on.I tried to calm myself down, but the more we drove, the more anxious I became. After what felt like hours, we pulled up in front of a small hous
EpicI believe I did sleep for quite a long time, I overheard Aunty Lucy discussing with him how I didn't sleep throughout the night and kept muttering "mummy". I was still weak so I slept back.******I could hear the voices in the hallway, but I couldn't make out what they were saying as I rubbed my eyes tiredly. The door creaked open, and I saw Aunty Lucy walk in, followed by Mr. Ken. He looked exhausted, his clothes rumpled and his hair dishevelled. He smiled weakly at me and sat down next to me."Hi there, kiddo," he said. "You feeling any better?""A little," I said. "Aunty Lucy gave me soup.""That's good," he said, reaching out to ruffle my hair. "I'm glad you enjoyed it here"After a little while, I started to get moody,I wiped away the tears that had gathered in my eyes as I thought back on memories of my mom. I started getting a headache, and my vision began to blur."Hey..." Aunty Lucy said in a soothing voice, as she helped me up from the bed. But I couldn't hold back th
KyrianI became tense, I tried to explain the situation to Mr. Ken but he didn't believe me, even though I didn't tell him the aspect of his face appearing instead of that of the bandit yet he posed it on me saying nonsense, he claimed it was a fallacy. But I know what I saw, it was real!"I know what I saw," I said, my voice quavering with fear. "I saw him, and he said he was going to kill me.""But that's impossible," Mr. Ken said, trying to reassure me. "There's no one here but us.""But I saw him!" I insisted, my heart racing. "I know what I saw!"I could tell Mr. Ken was starting to get frustrated, but he kept his voice calm. "I believe you think you saw something, but it was just a dream. There's no one here but us, I promise."Mr Ken soon started to get more agitated, but I couldn't stop myself from continuing. "It wasn't just a dream," I said, my voice rising with panic. "I heard him! He said he was going to kill me, I swear!"Mr. Ken's face was now a mask of anger and disbeli
Epic 7“She is a bad person”. I said with a big hiss.“Wow! Okay”. He muttered and after some time the car became dead in silence. I noticed how he kept hissing as he drove us to the station. As fanciful as Lagos state can be, we still have some dirty areas especially the part of Oshodi where some refuse bins are being dumped. The stench of the dump hit me like a wave, making me feel sick to my stomach. I tried to breathe through my mouth, but it didn't help much. The car felt like a prison, and I couldn't get away from the smell. The air conditioner seemed to be blowing the foul air right into my face, and I felt like I was going to suffocate. I looked at Mr. Ken, and I could tell he was struggling with the smell as well. But he just kept driving, determined to get us to the station. "This part of Lagos state is so dirty, almost as if the environmental health officers are not doing their work, I just wonder how people survive living around such a nasty area”. Mr. Ken complained when
Epic 8"It is her," Mr. Ken confirmed, his voice filled with disbelief. "But how is that possible?!“Kyrian”. He whispered in his deep voice as I looked at him. “Why have you been mentioning Aunt Lucy's name since you went to her house?”. he asked politely but I refused to speak.“I promise not to yell at you again, I was only scared of giving them information that is not valid. Remember you said you want to be a forensic officer, we could make you a spy in our section. Just tell me everything you know about Lucy”. He said with a little smile.A rush of emotions flooded through me at his words. On the one hand, I was terrified of Aunty Lucy and the dark figure in the shadows. But on the other hand, I was excited by the thought of being a spy. I felt torn, and I didn't know what to do."I...I don't know what to say," I stammered, my heart still pounding in my chest. "I'm scared."Mr. Ken looked at me, his expression softening. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you," he said ge
Epic 9“I want to sleep”. I whispered immediately as Mr. Ken tried to stop the car. After looking at me he continued driving and when we reached home, he washed me and changed my clothes to my pajamas. It wasn't even up to five seconds after our morning prayer, as early as 5:30 am he received a call that there was evidence of blood had been seen.As soon as I heard the words "evidence of blood," I knew something bad had happened. I could see the worry in Mr. Ken's eyes, and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Something terrible must have happened overnight, and I had a feeling that it was connected to Aunty Lucy. I wanted to ask Mr. Ken what was going on, but I could tell he was in a hurry to get to the scene. He gave me a quick hug and said, "I'll be back soon."Then he was gone, and I was left alone with my thoughts. I tried to push away the worry by playing with my toys and jumping from one end of the sitting room to another end, I heard the police siren heading towards our com