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
I hadn't finished my warning before bullets started raining down on the building- at the 19th floor.
The shadow chasing them was suddenly exposed by the Chopper's floodlight for a moment.
It was a man! ...or so I tried to think, desperately hoping I was insane.
It was No man!
Men didn't have wings, nor 8 legs, and couldn't disobey gravity by walking on the ceiling.
What was attacking this building? Why was I here in the first place? I should have just stayed back in Nigeria for Ochanya's Wedding!
Like a comb through soft and oiled baby hair, bullets steadily ran through the people at the glass; bodies vibrating on impact as the machine gun didn't cease to produce more fire.
They all fell to the ground.
They were dead! However, the bullets didn't cease.
This was when a shocking revelation came to me; we weren't important! We were as disposable as whatever the Army was trying to Kill in the building.
*skreecchhhhhhhh* *skroooooooccchhh*
The spider shaped figure let out an eerie wail as it kept rushing towards the chopper; which did not relent in its generous disposition of bullets to the building.
*drip*
*drip*
I couldn't breathe! Something cold and slimy had started to drop on my neck. Something was above me!
It had found us!
Amidst the confusion, I subconsciously tried to run towards the elevator with Trish on my shoulder, only to be stopped by an emptiness of floor.
I had stepped into the hole from the 19th floor!
*Flap* *Flap* *Flap*
What sounded like a set of wings seemed to have followed us down the void.
*Trish**Trish*
Trish was no longer on my shoulders!
I tried to reach out to her, my body in motion like a professional sky diver cutting through air; but we were both on our way to the bottom of the hole.
*choooookkkkk*
A sharp pain rushed through my body from my neck.
Something was tugging at my neck- contesting for me with gravity and breaking my fall!
*I felt my consciousness fading away*
All attempts at freeing myself were futile as I had no balance to even put up a fight.
A mixture of fear, resentment and a sprinkle of vertigo described the state of my mind as I counted down to the impact we would meet from this fall.
I didn't want to die.
I wish I could have saved Trish, at least; she did not deserve th....
*THUD!* *.... Splatter!... * *Flap!*
For what can be described as a microsecond, I felt a warm but violent sensation rush through my body.
We had fallen to the floor!
I did not want to know how much pain I would be in- if I survived that fall. There was no attempt at moving any nerve which I could control.
*clank crash gbrrrrr*
Something was moving, rubble and glass falling off the emerging figure.
*Run Timi, Run*
I finally accepted the terrifying fact that floated in my mind- I was still alive!
I tried using my hands to push my body up, and failed! I had lost control of my body... Or at least, what that was left of it!
My eye lids put up a final fight to take in information that I could not do anything about.
Like a flash light with weak batteries, my eyes reluctantly opened up to a room filled with deep crimson rays of light from the hotel's emergency panel.
As my body was united with the debris from all the chaos, I knew I had a few seconds before my consciousness left me for good.
*Trickle* *trickle*
A liquid substance was dripping around me! The feedback from slow movements on the broken tiles, a familiar smell of burnt rubber and a muffled growl- which all drew closer to me- was enough motivation to try one last time at opening my eyes.
As I did, what I saw sent an uncontrollable shiver down my soul!
*Yellow Eyes*
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