Must Read: Elvis - Season 1 - Episode 28

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Must Read: Elvis - Season 1 - Episode 28

Shambolic is an absolute understatement of the state of mind Elvis is after Ellie’s revelation. He felt his heart been wrenched away from him, just like pair of thongs are been used to pull his heart out of him. The woman he had loved, whom he’s planning of making her happiness his topmost priority peradventure he made it out of this alive, whom had tormented his emotions both knowingly and unknowingly for the past few days or rather few weeks, he woman he had been envisaging spending his entire life with, the height of betrayal was too much to handle for his already weak heart. Tears flowed down freely.

MSN has resumed his leaning on the wall, his lanky figure resting heavily on the wall. A wry smile played around on his face as he enjoyed the embarrassing state of mind and emotional meltdown Elvis is displaying. He was proud of himself, of his daughter; she was a genius, bringing down the man who had foiled his plan, twice. He was however intrigued by the shrewdness and astuteness of the young man, his intelligence and level of reasoning made him like him. he had played the game with this young man and he had enjoyed every bit of it, just like all good things; they always have an end. He waved his hands and two guards standing by entered holding a small medical box.

He had been crying, trying hard not to give in to the emotional landslide and deteriorating mental state he’s experiencing but he’s fighting a losing war, a war he’s not strong enough to fight; he doesn’t have a heart no more; it has been thrown, it has fallen, it got broken and completely grounded all by a person. He had never felt so broken in his life, losing someone he loved, someone he had thought he had lost but miraculously found now it all came crashing down, like a scaffold which base has been eaten by termites. He let himself loose as tears flowed down freely down his face, right now, Elvis means absolute dejection.

He was so deeply engrossed in his emotional trauma, blinded in his own tears so much that he didn’t see the two lanky beings walking towards him. They la!d down their portfolio before him, one of them brought out a syringe, he set up the syringe, drew some liquid from a small bottle, satisfied with the quantity drawn into the syringe, he tapped the needle severally to shake off any lingering drop, the other man took Elvis’s hand and raised it high enough for his accomplish, the accomplish took the hand, pressed a blood vessel around his upper arm till it bulges out. He injected the syringe and pressed its contents into the waiting bulging blood vessel.

Elvis felt his hand been lifted but he was both physically and emotional wasted so much he couldn’t fight or rather he has nothing left to fight for, he felt a quick piercing pain on his arm, but he was less concerned, his eyes grew cloudy and he felt lighter, he was relieved of his crying spree as he fell into unconsciousness.
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She had lost count of time; all she could do is roll herself up in a dark corner of the windowless small room. She doesn’t know how long she had been abducted; she had heard nothing about what’s going on in the outside world. A plate of uneaten savory meal lies at a corner of the room.

Her designated guards doesn’t speak to her, she would have taken them to be deaf if not for their whispers and laughter she do hear at nights, all they do is enter and drop a plate of meal on the floor and taking the plate of the uneaten previously deposited meal out with them before locking the iron door after them. If they have been given the order to ostracize her, they are doing a pretty good job at it.

All she could remember was the call her abductors made to Elvis many hours ago, because she had lost count of days, she later found herself lying on the floor or rather dumped roughly on it. She was however glad she hadn’t been sexually harassed just yet, seems her abductors have a tinge of morals.
She heard two low groans outside her door before hearing the sounds of two bodies falling softly on the floor. She stood up in fright, her time has come to die, she looked around for a way of escape; she had forgotten she had harbored the same thoughts countless times but have always discovered its impossible; realizing there’s no way out, she resigned to fate and gripped the wall behind her frightfully and tightly as she await the person turning the lock on the door.

The sound of the unlocked lock drifted to her in her corner of cowering, the door opened and a woman she envisaged to be almost her age entered with a torch in hand, she turned the torch around the room obviously searching for Jane, the torch rested on Jane’s face after it had found her and the lady advanced towards her following the beam of the torch.

“We have to get out of here, now” the lady said abruptly without greetings or acknowledgement .

Jane didn’t respond out of fear and mistrust.

The lady advanced towards her and took her hand and started dragging her towards the door.

“I’m not going with you, who are you?, please don’t kill me” Jane poured our switching between resilience and sympathy.

She fell on her feet and started crying and pleading.

“I’m not going to kill you, I’m your brother’s friend” Jane’s face lit up, glittering like a fluorescent bulb.

“Where’s is my brother?” Jane asked.
“Your brother is in trouble trying to save you, I’ll explain later, right now we have to get you out of here” the lady replied. Jane was relieved to know the lady was her brother’s friend but alarmed to hear Elvis is in trouble. A nudge on her shoulder brought her back.

“What’s your name/” she asked the lady as they made for the door.

“My name is Emily, you can call me Ellie” the lady replied now opening the door for them.

Jane gasped when she stepped on something sticky she later learnt to be blood and saw the body of the two guards watching over her lying on the floor dead, she looked at Ellie who nodded in the direction of the exit, Jane followed her into the darkness of the hallway.
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He was just sleeping and waking, not voluntarily though, induced by the incessant sleeping injection been admisnistered to him endlessly by the two men who keeps on entering at intervals, pre-calculated intervals, intervals very precise that they coincides with the time he regains consciousness.


Today, the administering men did not come, something must be up, he cared less notwithstanding, he just wants it all to end, he would have thought of a quick way to die if he had been in control of his sanity all these while.

The afternoon sun of God knows which day shine brightly outside, its rays slicing through the already hot atmosphere easily and gleefully at that. The sun seems to be out of place to him, something smiling in this world of abject betrayal and misplaced trusts, the sun must have no idea whats going on with him with its incessant infuriating smile.

The giggling of keys brought him out of his reverie, the door opened to show MSN wearing a flowing agbada with a matching cap, a bright red ostrich feather on the cap depicting the Igbo tradition and the cane sandal and walking stick representing the touch of Hausa. Standing on each sides of him stood a man each, Stringer whom he recognized from the warehouse on MSN’s right and a fear looking devil (Erinyes) on his left. Seems MSN came for the last view if Elvis alive.

“Erinyes, finish him, but don’t stain my tiles so do it somewhere else” MSN said drawing a wicked smile to Erinyes’s face.

“I’ll do it personally sir, I’ve wanted to kill him at the warehouse but he managed to escape, moreover, he crashed the deal with the Chad militants, I’ll be glad if I’m given the honour sir” Stringer said in his usual cool manner drawing a nasty growl and mean look from Erinyes.

“Make it as humiliating as possible, wants his parents to have his two eyes and heart and his testicles too, eyes to see, heart to feel and the testicles will denote his unborn children.” MSN said. “Erinyes lets go” he added.

The stare on Erinyes face could sink the titanic as he gave Stringer the most scornful and hate-filled look he had ever dished out.

“Now is your time to die” Stringer said, he waved to the two guards standing around and they dragged out the weak Elvis.