Kyrian
Kyrian'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 speed as Kyrian found his footing. The gunshots grew fainter as they moved further away from the scene of the attack. They turned another corner, and the sounds of gunfire faded away. They were safe, for now.The director led Kyrian to a small house on the edge of the neighbourhood. "We can stay here for a while," he said, unlocking the door and ushering Kyrian inside. Kyrian sank onto a couch, his ankle feeling like it was on fire. The director came over and knelt beside him, examining the injury."It's not too bad," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "It's just a scratch. We'll clean it up and bandage My body ached all over, but I tried to ignore the pain. The officer opened his backpack and took out a loaf of bread, a can of Coke and a bottle of water."Here, eat something," he said, handing me the bread and the water. I was so hungry that I wolfed down the bread in a few bites, then washed it down with a swig of water."That's better, right?" the officer asked. I nodded, and he gave me a tired smile. I could see the stress of the past few hours etched on his face, and I felt a wave of gratitude that he had been there to help me. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say. Instead, I just reached out and squeezed his hand, trying to express my thanks. He squeezed my hand back, and I knew he understood.We sat in silence for a few minutes, just resting and catching our breath.I kept observing the officers as they sat in a circle while deliberating on a particular case."They are called the MK, short form of merciless killers. These groups of boys formed this crew just to terrorize the city. I heard they are from different tribes but mostly Fulani's. This is a picture of their capon, it isn't so clear but he is distinguished from others with his mark. They call him "Scorpion". This is the only information I was able to get from an insider". A thin, tall, dark policeman muttered while projecting some of the photos of the terrorist on the wall.I was familiar with the picture, especially the shoe. These were the shoes of the bandit that killed my parents, and the mark too, that was their commander. "I know them“ I managed to say but no one heard me, guess my voice was too tropical.“What about their chambers, where do they stay?”. The director let out as he took a closer look at the picture“Not yet known Sir” Ken's cracked voice echoed as he stood while looking at the director tiredly.“We need to find out, this isn't enough information to pull through... Keep searching, don't stop. Make sure we get every necessary information needed for this mission to carry out”. The director whispered and left. I wished I was certain, I wish my voice could be held, these evil people are from the mountains, that's where they stay.“Is it time to go?”. I whispered while gently tapping Ken on his trousers. But, he took a close look at the director who gave him a sign.“Just take him home”. The director whispered before he jacked me up and we left.“Bye-bye”. I muttered with a slight smile while waving at the director and the thin dark officer.“Bye”. He returned with a smile and waved.I smiled and leaned on Ken's neck while facing forward. I kept inhaling his sweet cologne as we went past some of the officers who he didn't stop to greet.“Seems you got yourself a son now”“Daddy Ken...”“Ken?! He looks just like you”“What a cute boy you've got there”These were compliments we kept receiving from some of his colleagues until we were out of the building.“Will my mummy be fine?”. I whispered with a cracked tone.“Do you love strawberry ice cream?" He let out a smile.“I prefer vanilla”. I mumbled before he took me to a mall that was close by and purchased the ice cream.The mall was bustling with activity, but as we made our way to the ice cream shop, it felt like we were in our little world. I savoured the taste of the vanilla ice cream as we sat on a bench and watched the people passing by. At that moment, I felt a sense of peace and contentment that I hadn't felt in a long time.Then, I remembered what the officer had said about finding me a safe and loving home. Could that be possible? Could I have a place where I felt truly safe and cared for? I noticed the confusion that was in his head, his facial expression kept showing off with a troubled soul.“Are you okay?”. I managed to say as he looked at me and smiled.“yes”. He whispered but I found it difficult to believe as I kept looking at him confused.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
Epic 10The officer's words hung in the air like a heavyweight, and I could feel the tension rising in the room. Mr Ken was silent, his face unreadable. The evidence was stacking up against her, and it was hard to ignore."I just...I don't know what to think," I heard Mr. Ken whisper as his voice faltered. Another loud wail was heard from the room, this time around, it was terrifying but when it got to the third time, it became faint. I watched as tears dropped from Mr Ken's eyes before he ran inside the torture room. "Enough!" Mr. Ken yelled, his voice filled with anger and anguish. "You're not going to torture her like this. She's innocent until proven guilty, and I won't stand for this.""But sir, we need to get to the bottom of this," one of the officers said, his voice gruff. "We can't just let her go without knowing the truth.""There are other ways to get the truth," Mr. Ken said, his voice firm. "We're not going to resort to torture."The officers looked at each other, clearl