Timi is the textbook definition of a Successful African Son; until he comes in face with forces that are perceived to be otherworldly. Now the lines between reality are blurred by the monsters in his head; and in his eyes; Yellow Eyes
The cut on my forehead let little trickles of blood simmer down my face to the glassy tiles.
I could hear it all. Every single sound enhanced by the eerie silence in the hotel.
Nobody moved. Nobody even dared to breathe uncontrollably.
That's how they found Jenny and now she's dead. I told her to remain calm and stand still but she wanted to dash for the elevator.
When I was 7, my mum gave me a new room with its own TV set and a cable. That was when I first watched movies about Werewolves and supernatural beings.
"Timi, It's all in the movie- behind the scenes" my elder sister Claire often said as she put me to bed.
Nothing was real - at least until today after Chief Jacobs lost the interim election at the UN Sectorial base and every one of his security details suddenly had yellow eyes.
Jenny was the chief cardiologist of the UNs Save the Youths Project and a close friend to the Chief . Or so we thought until we saw him whisper to Marc - his Aide, who in turn signaled the security team to take off their gloves and goggles.
Now, about half the congregation lay dead.
The conference room which was situated on the 19th floor of Castle'D'White had a hole drilled down the center to about the 7th floor.
No it wasn't a bomb!
I tried to stop my bleeding while holding on tightly to Trish as she stood unconscious.
If I moved, she would fall and they would know where we were!
I wished I was dreaming.
I prayed it was all in my head and I had suffered some serious concussion that caused such a hallucination.
*creak, creak, creak, creak*
Something was above me; above us!
Once again we hoped rodents were responsible but deep down knew that such creatures could not be found at such High altitude in such an expensive and prestigious Establishment.
"Mike, let's try to surrender to see if...."
*boom* *bam* *bam* *creak*
The ceiling exploded downwards before Francis could finish his sentence.
The shock had him speech impaired.
We closed our eyes halfway, but wide enough to notice the glowing but slimy tentacles that wrapped Francis's shoulders
*Francis Screamed*
Growling sounds and teeth clashes filled the hallway as Francis struggled to free himself from the grasp of something whose existence didn't seem to make any sense.
The growling stopped!
Had Francis won? Had his perfectly developed abs given him some advantage over this thing from our nightmares?
Questions kept running through my mind; questions without logical answers- until a loud thud filled the hallway from the elevator.
I WAS BRAIN DEAD and barely holding on to my junior colleague who had luckily lost consciousness since the start of the saga. I wished I was the one who didn't have to live through this ordeal.
Where are the police? Where are the hotel's Security details? Didn't we pay for extra security? Why did I take this Job? Is God trying to punish me for not going to church or praying as often as I should have?
*crash* *crash*
Something had just broken through the glass walls at the edge of the building about two floors beneath us. A flash of light accompanied by a deafening sound sent the whole building into shock.
*Boom*
It was a Grenade!
I could hear panicking voices from different angles on the floor where we all sought refuge whispering- and I'm almost certain they thought what was on my mind too: has rescue come to us? Are we safe? Can we run away now?
It suddenly became so windy as dust begun to rise through the void on the floor. As the wind increased, the sound of an engine became exposed. It was a chopper!
We were finally saved!
The employees from the hotel who were in charge of catering for the event were the first to dash together towards the glass walls- towards the chopper.
Thuds from after Francis's struggle started again. This time they were faster and louder.
*SOMETHING WAS RUNNING AFTER THEM*
Stop! Stop! I tried to scream out, but my body wouldn't respond. My mouth kept shut.
The flashlight from the chopper had bounced off some light from the glass walls back at its source and it was No Ordinary chopper:
*IT WAS THE ARMY! *
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