Tuesday, 16 April 2019

30 minutes from hell

My name is Monica and this is my story.
It all started on a Sunday evening, I felt so big because I cannot lower my standards to start talking to some dead girls. I mean I’m a big girl, I should be found with bigger girls and bigger boys. Anyways that’s aside. My roommates were not around so I decided to start tweeting. I didn’t really have anything to tweet, I went through peoples tweet so i started stealing people’s tweets. Most of my followers were retweetting it because it was really making sense. My roommates got back but I ignored them because I was really having fun on twitter.
Around 1:00 am I got a DM from a guy, I almost ignored it but I checked it. It was just ‘hi’ from a guy. I checked his avi, OMG this guy is so handsome and on point plus he has over 5000 followers. Definitely, he must be a big boy and he should have cash, this attracted me to him and we started chatting; in my mind I have found new maga. He introduced himself and told me he is loving my tweets because they really inspire him. I told him they were all my thoughts.
He must have believed me because the next thing I knew he started telling me his life story. He told me how his girl friend broke his heart and all, he said he loved the girl so much and gave her everything she wanted; he gave her an I phone 4 and also got her a diamond ring he proposed to her with. All this got me thinking of when I would be getting my own diamond ring. Since he got her an Iphone 4 I might get the new iPhone7! Finally, someone to change my blackberry bold1. He also mentioned giving her the key to his house in Lekki when he was travelling to America to see his parents.
My eyes were wide opened that was how I knew that YES this guy is perfectly boxed up. I wasn’t going to let him think I was the broke one, so I started forming for him too. I lied to him about how rich my parents were . I started consoling him and telling him that not all girls are the same. Not because I pity him but common this guy is young and rich and this kind of fresh fish cannot slip away from my hand NO! When he called me, I spoke with a black American accent I learned from watching TV.
Soon we started planning our first meeting. He asked me for how much I needed. I replied. No thanks, I don’t need your money. He sensed I
was being modest and he asked me if 100 thousand naira will be adding that he would give it to me when I come over. I had to look good to impress this guy, my broke a-s had only two thousand naira. I went ahead to buy a Brazilian weave on credit. I also borrowed thirty five thousand naira from a friend. I made a good meal. I got new clothes and other stuffs. Nneka had warned me not to come back to school if I didn’t get her money.
We met. While he drove me to the undisclosed place, I talked and laughed at his dry jokes. We got to lekki he stopped by one of the houses, he said he wanted to get something from his friend. Immediately he left, his phone rang but I didn’t pick up, the fourth time the person called I picked up and the person said “I get your message say you don pick the girl, abeg wait for me before you start to dey knack am because I wan knack am too. We go do a before you ask for her ATM card and pin oo. Since you talk say na rich girl, he mean say she go get correct money. No f--k up oo before she go no say you be broke guy.
Everywhere was dark and silent, only the
chirping of the birds and the creaking of the
insects could be heard in the lonely forest of
Utah located in a Rome.
An old house built with woods and bamboo
sticks could be seen in the middle of the
“you have to be careful, remember this is
your first mission” A man probably in his
early 60s told a young boy, a youth.
“yes master, the fact that this is my first
mission won’t stop me” I replied my master.
Master Malcolm confronted me on the
mission ahead and told me some details on
“you should know you are not just on an
ordinary mission, you are on a revenge
mission. This people killed your parents” He
reminded me.
“yes master and i will make sure i bring
them down” I assured.
“good!” He said and left after giving me a
piece of paper..
I looked at it and it was just a detail on my
mission, nothing more or less.
Date: 14th January 2014,
Location: Orden, Rome,
Target: Herbert Elmer.
I know you would want to know about me.
Well, i am Darlington(no surname coz i have
no parent). I growed up in the jungle with a
man who happened to be my master. Master
Malcolm taught me so many things(how to
fight in Kung Fu, use the gun, use the sword
and many others). But i usually find it very
easy to do them…. Maybe it’s my talent
anyway. There is a star, a shining star on my
wrist which only me can touch.
I was told by my master, Master Malcolm that
a group of men killed my parents when i
was young and he took the risk of saving.
He had to run to a safe place so that he will
not be located and that’s why we are in the
jungle today, that man really tried for me. .
I touched the star on my wrist and
Robin(the emperor) and one of his brother
were discussing.
“ever since he gave birth to the choosen
one, he disappeared” Herbert said.
“brother, that is something that had past.
Don’t disturb yourself with that” The
emperor said.
“you call it the past, don’t you know the
choosen one is the one who is to fight
against our enemies incase any Empire
invade war against us??” Herbert asked his
“i know but just forget that talk for now” He
replied him.
After about 30 minutes, Herbert decided to
go home.
I have appeared in my target’s place about
30 minutes ago, i scanned the whole house
from outside with my super eyes and saw
that the house was empty.
I waited patiently for him and in few
minutes time, i saw him advancing towards
the compound.
I quickly disappeared and reappeared inside
his apartment and decided to wait for him
I saw the door knob turned and he entered
“My father!!!” He exclaimed in fright seeing a
strange man in his house.
“The choosen one?” He shouted when he
noticed the star on my wrist.
“but the choosen one is suppose to have
long hairs. Maybe this is not him” He said.
“i am Darlington not choosen one” I Said as i
brought out my sword.

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