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    Am waiting,welldone@williams

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    season 2 comin! I can’t wait to read dis @williams make it rapid

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    williamson where u dey abeg c-m post d season 2

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    Episode 1

    It’s past 2am in the night and very quiet, the only sound being
    made is the soft dull pattering thud of her flat and Unclad feet
    as she tries to run as fast as her legs can carry her. The
    streets are empty, not surprisingly as the small but fast
    growing town of asaba has gone to sleep. She would give
    anything now to see a sign of human life; vigilantes, men of
    the underworld even, any human being would be far better
    than the thing that is chasing her down the street.
    She turns around and panicks when she sees it is catching up.
    Its movement is absurd, seemingly clumsy as it hobbles on all
    fours, and yet it has already shortened the distance between
    them since the chase began a few moments ago. She opens
    her mouth to scream but the substance she unknowingly
    drank is still in full effect. All she can do now is sob as she
    increases her speed, adrenaline coursing through her veins,
    the short shiny green dress she wore aiding her in leg
    movement, her matching high heels having being kicked off
    many yards away.
    The young man in the blue Camry watches the race with cruel
    pleasure. It is always a welcome scene when they run. He
    knows this part of town very well and is quite sure the vigilante
    group on duty won’t be anywhere here for another hour or two.
    He grins as he watches the prostitute’s futile attempts at
    escape and hope the chase doesn’t end too soon. The drink
    she foolishly accepted from him when she entered his car will
    prevent her from using her voice for only a few minutes but he
    knows a few minutes is all she has.
    The lady trips and falls on the tarred road. He watches as the
    beast pounces on top of her, grasps her in its jaws and
    shakes her from side to side like a rag doll. He gets aroused
    as he sees her raise up her hand in a feeble attempt at defense
    as the creature tears at her innards. Somewhere in his sick
    mind he regrets giving her the drink. It would have been
    Intimate to hear her screams, but the only sound to be heard
    at this distance is the faint “thump” as the creature throws the
    prostitute’s lifeless body on the hard tarred road. He sighs, a
    little disappointed that the show is over already. The creature
    lumbers back to the car and he stretches backwards to open
    the rear door.
    “You could have at least played with her a little bit more you
    The creature growls unintelligibly and jumps into the back
    “No blood on the seats, please!” He yells, though he makes no
    physical attempt to prevent the creature from staining the
    upholstery. He doesnt want to get his arm bitten off.
    The creature ignores him and settles down in the backseat of
    the Camry, twitching its two tails under its sleek, muscular
    body. It begins to give off a sickly howl and the man quickly
    winds up the windows, puts on the air conditioning and some
    music. He hates this part.
    The creature howls louder and fidgets, turning around on the
    seat and then, despite the noise of the air conditioning and the
    loud music, he hears bone cracking. He does not turn around
    but watches, a little sickened, through the rear-view mirror at
    what is going on in the back seat. The creature’s spine visibly
    shifts and elongates. The skull bone breaks and reforms, the
    knobbly limbs crack and enlarges and the two tails fuse and
    become one long tail, now one short tail, now a stub of flesh,
    and then finally disappears. The face of the beast exhibits
    excruciating pain and fear and its mouth is open in a wide
    pitiful snarl. He can still make out pieces of flesh between its
    teeth and he remembers the corpse outside. He starts the car
    and drives the car a few meters forward. Quickly he opens the
    door, armed with a large plastic bag, black leather gloves and
    a short shovel. He puts on the gloves and proceeds to gather
    up the remains of the young girl. They’ll be good for a snack
    later. He puts the remains in the boot and brings out the
    carcass of the young goat they had killed earlier and places it
    carefully in the pool of blood on the road. He goes back into
    the car, pulls off his gloves and drops them carefully in a clean
    black polythene bag. He’ll dispose of those later.
    “Idi0t!” He hears a gutteral whisper from the back. “This is the
    third time you are letting me chase down a meal!”
    He turns around, a smile on his face to look at the Unclad man
    now seated in the back seat. His face is still contorted from
    the receding pain.
    “Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t enjoy it.” He says,
    still smiling.
    The man at the back lets out a dangerous growl. “Its not safe!
    What if somebody saw us?”
    “They would be too frightened to say anything. Relax man.” He
    says as he turns on the ignition and puts the car into gear.
    The Unclad man becomes silent. He seems to ponder
    “I still haven’t completely transformed. I don’t know what I am
    not doing right. My ancestors would call me a disgrace…”
    “Your ancestors had wise old people who worshipped them
    and took care of them and taught them what they needed to
    know. Be patient.”
    “Yes…but still,” the mam at the back groans as the last bone
    in his spine snaps back into place.
    ‘Let’s discuss this at home, alright?” The other man says as he
    shifts the car into gear. The vehicle jumps forward, crushing
    the carcass of the goat and mixing its blood with that of the
    girl. Anyone now that looked at the scene would regard it as
    nothing more than roadkill.
    And the blue Camry drove silently into the night.

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