Must Read: Glitches - Season 1 - Episode 10

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Must Read: Glitches - Season 1 - Episode 10

Jeremy had this big secret he had kept seal tight all these years. He was pyrophobic. Of course he didn’t go about screaming it to high heavens, not only because he felt it absurd but also because he didn’t want to be seen as a schmuck. Pyrophobia my asss. But now, in God-knows-where, he was stuck in between his greatest fear and a yet to be known threat.


Life has a way of throwing your challenges right back at you doesn’t it?


He didn’t even give his brain much work to do, the decision was made with his heart, the decision to do everything possible not to die in the hands of his fear, everything including screaming this metal rack down, not minding whatever threat stood behind waiting for him.


As if smelling his fears, the flames rose more than ever before, threatening to consume him, starting from his heart. He could hear his father’s voice loud and clear;
Son, fear releases pheromones into your blood stream, Pheromones that carry only one message – the message of hopelessness.


Never let your inner self feel hopeless. For it is within you that a battle is lost.



Not as if his father ever cared, he’d probably have a smirk on his face if he were to be watching this.


Jeremy screamed with all the strength he could muster. So great the shout was that it practically added heat to the fire. The sound of the gunshot apparently didn’t let the outsiders hear him for all he could hear was the sporadic blaring of gun sound. He put his hand to good use. He started hitting the metal with all his strength. The noise emanating from hitting the metal coupled with the sound from the rustling of fire and the gunshots made the container one hell of a noise pollution epicenter. The fire was gradually progressing towards him.


‘’Help!!’’ he screamed but there was no reply. He retreated to fate. Whoever destined his death to become inevitable on that particular day didn’t tell him it was going to be in the hands of his worst enemy. He cursed himself for agreeing to go on a journey which he was pretty much sure wasn’t for the best.


He closed his eyes, he could hear the sound of death, it sounded like… a metal being hit. He opened his eyes. It wasn’t death. It was his rescuers cracking the damn metal. The sound came again, it was deafening but it was better than the sound of fire crackles. Those lazy asses better be fast. Well there were faster than he’d expected or maybe their equipments were sophisticated. He watched as they peeled off the metal like it was banana peel. Without batting an eyelid, he ran out to meet an army of angry looking men. They were armed to the teeth.



European or American white, he couldn’t tell but he knew they were whites. They struggled to put out the fire. He saw the surprised look on the faces of the crew members. They obviously didn’t know there was someone in the containers. Not as if they had anything to do to him now considering they were on their knees with their hands tied behind their heads.


‘’well…well…well from hell fire to the abyss’’ One of the captors said, he had this thick Russian accent. This one definitely wasn’t a Christian, how else wouldn’t he know that abyss and hell fire are one and the same thing?


Jeremy concluded he was their leader. He had this odd strand of hair extending to his forehead.


He was not on the tall side but his body build aptly complemented his lack of height. He was holding an automatic rifle like it was toothpick.


That should be an Mk.17. Jeremy’s eyes widened. He had this mad love for weapons and he could spot the make from afar.


‘’You like this?’’ the leader came close to him and pointed the gun at his face. For a moment Jeremy stopped breathing. He was staring death face to face. The man removed the gun from his face and placed it on his chest.


He started sketching God-knows-what on Jeremy’s chest with the gun. Jeremy could hear his heart pounding. He felt a chill rundown his spine, this time it wasn’t caused by the cool sea breeze, it was rather caused by his fear and primordial lack of obstinacy. The leader lowered his gun and Jeremy swore he saw a look of disappointment in his eyes.



‘’let’s get this done.’’ he said.
One of the assailants came forward with a box in his hand. He knelt down in front of his captives and opened the box. Inside the box were syringes and a bottle, containing a whitish liquid. He brought out the syringes one after the other and drew from the bottle. He passed the syringes to his colleagues who injected them directly on the chests of the captured crew members.


Barely 2minutes after the liquid was injected, Jeremy started feeling foggy. He was struggling to keep his eyes open but it seemed like a lost battle. He succumbed to his dizziness. The last figures he saw before drifting were of his captors having a good laugh.


Never in his live had Aaron ever been this glad for daybreak. Last night was one he was sure would continue to haunt him for a very long time.


He could barely sleep for a few seconds but that was expected considering he slept just a few metres from where a monster was sleeping.



He couldn’t believe Stella was not taking this whole event seriously, she had slept lackadaisically like she was in some sort of el dorado. So like Stella to trust people easily.



She had stopped him from calling the authorities yesterday after coming back from that cave where that guy… no need to start thinking about it. She had cited that the guy – no, scratch that – the monster didn’t hurt them after turning but had instead slept peacefully. As far as Aaron could remember, the monster didn’t do that out of goodwill, he was probably on some kind of fasting or diet control or… whatever.


Stella opened her eyes gently, she had somehow expected to wake up on her king sized bed with cool air caressing her skin courtesy of her air conditioner. At least that scenario would prove to her that the events on her mind were just a dream and not what she was thinking it was.



She caught Aaron staring coldly towards the roof of the tent. She could tell he wasn’t happy.


‘’Good morning.’’ she greeted, sitting up.

‘’Good morning.’’ Aaron replied coldly.


She couldn’t tell if that came out of his mouth or his nose but it wasn’t audible enough. She stood up and opened the tent.


‘’we need to visit him.’’ she suddenly said.


‘’Who?’’

‘’The guy from the cave’’
She went outside.

‘’Stella, I think we should let sleeping monsters lie.’’


Stella was already on her way before he could stop her.


‘’poo!!’’ He cursed, after which he got up and ran after her.


‘’Wake up… Wake up… Wake up.’’


Lying down with his eyes closed and his head facing up, he could hear the voice of Dr. Falcon reverberate throughout the cave. It registered deep in his brain. He opened his eyes, the rays of light falling directly into his eyes made him close it quickly. Then gently again, he opened it, making sure to fully acclimate the effect of the light.


He saw Dr. Falcon waving his four hands – no two, okay he was still dizzy.


‘’Wake up!’’ There was a tone of impatience in Dr. Falcon’s voice.


He rubbed his hand violently on his eyes to clear his sight.


‘’Morning’’ Dr. Falcon greeted with a smile – a rare one. ‘’we are leaving this place.’’

He stood up at the sound of that. ‘’leaving?


Where to?’’ he asked.


Dr. Falcon didn’t reply that, he just walked into the rehabilitation room while Newton and the subject followed behind, struggling to keep up with the doctor’s pace. Upon entering the rehabilitation room, the doctor picked up a remote which was lying carelessly on the table.



He pointed it at a video monitor at the far end of the room. The monitor showed static for a while before coming to life. Showing on the screen was the subject obviously in pains during his transmogrification and a scared couple clutching to each other and watching the event unfold.


‘’It appears we had visitors yesterday.’’


The doctor turned and looked at the subject. ‘’were you ever going to tell me this?’’

‘’Was I supposed to tell you in my dreams? I’m just waking up.’’


Dr. Falcon saw he had a point. ‘’The fact is, we’ve been compromised. We can’t keep staying here. ‘’


‘’Where are we going?’’ This time it was Newton speaking for the first time.


The doctor paused as if carefully sieving his next choice of words. ‘’I have a place in mind.


It’s not the best but we can make do.’’
‘’I’m not leaving here.’’
Dr. Falcon and Newton turned, it was the subject. ‘’One hour from now and we’ll have cops surrounding here. Three hours max and we are in some hell hole of a prison. And they wouldn’t have the faintest idea what they are in for.’’ Dr. Falcon rambled.


‘’You think if they wanted to get the cops involved we’d still be here?’’ the whole room was silent. ‘’they had the whole of the night to call the security department of this place but they didn’t and they won’t.’’


‘’You sound like you know them.’’ The doctor gave him an inquisitive look.

‘’It’s common human psychology.


They are probably very far from here now and are least likely to return.’’


There was silence in the room. An echo from a distant voice broke the silence. They listened carefully to the voice.


‘’Hello!’’ a female voice called out. ‘’Anybody here?’’
‘’I told you this was a bad idea.’’


This time it was a male voice.


Dr. Falcon looked at the subject as if waiting for an explanation. ‘’Did you say ‘least likely to return’?’’ he definitely wasn’t expecting a reply ‘cos he immediately started pacing.


He placed his right hand on his brunet hair and rubbed it hard, then lifting his head, he saw the subject already going out to meet them.



‘’Where the hell do you think you are going?’’ he was too late, the subject was already outside.



Waking up to find one’s self on good terra firma might be quite an adventure for some, especially when that terra firma isn’t a gutter.


Jeremy wasn’t that lucky. First he was woken by the noise of kids and mature people alike, who were surrounding him in some form of sight-seeing charade. That wouldn’t have been much of a big deal if not for the exquisite bed he had slept on – a dirty and malodorous gutter. His mouth tasted like armpit, however it was that armpits tastes. He couldn’t recall how he ended up in the gutter, must have been too much alcohol. He staggered to his feet, the crowd moved back. Some people were taking pictures but he was too engrossed trying to give his feet a firm grip on the ground to care. He checked his pockets and surprisingly his phone was still there.



He clutched his back pack and started moving, looking for a bus stop. The crowd was still on his matter but he didn’t seem to care. He walked a bit longer than he’d anticipated before finding a bus stop.


‘’Mushin…Mushin… Mushin.’’ He heard a conductor call out. He quickly jumped on the bus.


After series of stopping and moving, the bus finally got to his destination, he paid with the money he saw in his bag. The remaining journey wasn’t far again so he decided to go on foot.


He connected through his series of short cuts before finally arriving at home. The sun was already losing its shine when he reached home.


Nobody was at home when he got there but he knew where the key would be so he quickly fetched it and opened the door.


He plugged his phone and went straight to the bathroom to clean up and when he was through, he dressed up. There was a message on his phone when he came back. He opened it but was disappointed to see a message from his service provider. He wanted to close it but something caught his attention. It was the message from Kelly. He opened it and read it over and over again but couldn’t remember ever receiving the message. The message had a subtle s£nsu@l undertone and her pix attached. He rushed to the window and looked towards Kelly’s house and as if cupid was smiling down on him, he saw her heading out with a basket. He knew where it was she was going so he quickly used the back door and waited for her in the pavement very close to her house.


She was singing cheerfully and going when a firm hand grabbed her and pulled her very close.


‘’Jeremy?’’ she called, surprised. ‘’you didn’t journey again?’’
Jeremy didn’t remember ever telling her of a journey but he wasn’t concerned about that for now. He covered her lips with his. She was a bit resistant but later eased up. Jeremy turned her and pinned her to the wall, savoring her sweet lips. His masculine smell and his kissing expertise turned Kelly on so much. She raised her right leg and wrapped it round his waist, pinning his butt0ckz and pressing his body on her fragile feminine physique.


Jeremy was happy for the darkness, he was going to make good use of the opportunity.


He put his hands to good use and started drawing an unknown symbol on Kelly’s Tips with her clothes still on. He was still on this when he felt something strange. His eyes started having seizures like a computer glitch. One minute he was seeing normal and the next he was having blurred vision. He disengaged from Kelly.


He wasn’t sure what it was but he was sure it wasn’t God trying to send him some kinda divine message.


He suddenly felt himself gaining weight, he dropped on his knees and clutched his stomach.


He had this burning s£nsat!on inside.


Kelly wasn’t moved, she had seen a lot of guys get the jitters when about to get down with a lady but she’d come a long way with this whole ‘Jeremy must love me’ campaign – like she’d call it – to back out now.

‘’Wait a sec Jer,’’ she looked deep into his eyes. ‘’are you a virgin?’’
She heard a crack sound, like Jeremy just broke a bone. Actually he did break a rib, but it was just to make way for his developing limbs which started protruding from both sides of his thoracic region.


His face started changing into something Kelly couldn’t recognize. His height started increasing exponentially. Kelly looked at his hands and they now had claws for nails. She wanted to run but it seemed like her legs were somehow glued to one spot. She looked up to behold a monster. This one had no hairs instead it had scales on its skin. The monster laughed, revealing its fangs. Kelly couldn’t take it any longer, she gave an ear piercing scream and fainted.


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Re: Glitches by adegwurulez(m): 8:54pm On Mar 14
Looking down on his prey, Jeremy could smell her deep fragrance, it was so enticing. The way she la!d like a price, waiting to be picked up – a well deserved price – even upped the ante on his devilish urge. He could hear her heart pounding rhythmically.


The delicate organ sending blood first to the lungs and back to it and then to every part of the body through its network of finely channeled arteries, he could feel the blood separating down to the capillaries and then into thin-walled cells.



That organ is life. Somehow he felt ripping off the heart and eating it would add to his years like some kind of immortality elixir. He bent down low, tracing her sternum gently, moving his claws through her breasts and gently through her smooth stomach until he got to her navel where he paused briefly. He continued this art of line drawing but this time in the opposite direction, moving up her stomach very slowly and stopped just before he reached the sternum. He applied pressure just below the breastbone, piercing deep into her skin. The sharp pain restored Kelly’s consciousness as she gave a frantic gasp and her eyes popped out in horror.


This only urged him more. With his claws deep inside her chest, he began searching for the heart.


Kelly felt life leaving her gently but she wasn’t going to die without a fight. She hit him hard with her hand but his body was as hard as a rock and she felt pain in her hand. She added spurn to her list of skills as she kicked him on his groin with all the strength she could muster.



The monster didn’t even flinch. Like he didn’t notice anything had hit him. He grinned when he finally found the heart, revealing his brown coloured fangs. He gently plucked out the heart, removing it as he withdrew his claws from his dying prey. He stood up and admired the heart in his hand, leaving Kelly for dead. Kelly la!d down in the pool of her blood, taking labored breath before finally giving up the ghost. Having gotten what he wanted, the beast left with unimaginable speed.


Just a block away, a lady stood up with fright. She had seen all what transpired.


Aaron had a glass of wine in his hand, he was pacing impatiently. Stella was sitting with her head in her hands. Tobi, Kingsley and Segun were seated on separate chairs. 10:09am was the time on the wall clock.


‘’I’ve always hated these white punks.’’



Aaron finally said. ‘’guys you need to see the attitude na.’’


‘’So in essence, what you are saying is that you saw this guy turn into a beast and the next morning you went to see him…’’ Segun was saying but Aaron cut him short. ‘’Stella’s idea.’’


‘’I didn’t ask whose idea it was, I was asking if he really threw you out.’’


‘’Have you been sleeping all these while?’’ Aaron asked, irritated. ‘’I said he literally put me on his head and threw me out.’’
Stella wanted to laugh but the atmosphere was too tensed. Thinking about it now it wasn’t as bad as Aaron was painting it. After waking up the previous morning, she had gone to check up on the… guy. It’s actually hard not to call him a monster. Some other white guy was there and he was acting all secretive. He couldn’t even answer a simple question like what was really wrong with the beast. When Aaron suggested professional help for the monster, the white punk had quickly rebuked him and had asked them to leave. There was another white chap there. He had this poker face on – no emotion, just blank.



That was the previous morning. Aaron said he couldn’t risk one more night in that jungle so they both came back. Learning of their return, Kingsley, Tobi and Segun rushed in to welcome them the next morning.


‘’That’s my boss,’’ segun suddenly said, pointing at the T.V where a man in police uniform was being interviewed. ‘’Please increase the volume.’’ He urged.


‘’…we haven’t received any report to that effect.’’ The pot bellied police officer said.


The camera turned from the police officer to a light complexioned news reporter.


‘’while the police are yet to receive any report on the incident that took place in the suburb of Lagos last night, residents are currently in panic mode. According to an eyewitness who spoke off-camera, a huge monster with four hands was spotted in the area. Whether this monster is responsible for the death of Miss Kelly Olabisi is yet unknown but the area vigilante commandant pegged the death on ritualists, citing the fact that the victim’s internal organs were removed. He however promised that the vigilante would get to the root of it. Reporting for TVC news, I am Ronke Iyama.’’ She concluded her report.


‘’Monster with four hands.’’ Aaron repeated and stormed into the bedroom, few minutes later he was back with his keys.


‘’Where are you going?’’ Stella asked, standing up.


‘’To that police station of course.’’ he replied. ‘’I’m reporting everything to the police’’
‘’That wouldn’t be a good idea’’ Tobi interfered. ‘’we need to find out why the white guy was keeping it a secret in the first place.’’


‘’Good idea’’ Segun agreed, ‘’let’s get concrete evidence before turning them in’’ the police in the house spoke.


So that was how they all stormed out at exactly 10:30am and smuggled themselves into chunkwam hills using a security loop at the rare end
which Kingsley had created with his computer expertise.


‘’remind me to arrest you when we are out of here’’ Segun had told him immediately they succeeded in entering the place. They navigated through the forest until they got to the cave.


On entering, they met the three men standing, facing the wall of the cave. Falcon was trying to tell them something. Segun cleared his throat to get the attention of the three men. They turned to see four guys and a lady looking at them like they had committed a big crime.


‘’you couldn’t keep your mouth shut huh?’’ falcon asked Aaron.


Segun removed his I.D card and flashed it in falcon’s face.


‘’I’m an officer of the Nigerian Police force and the only reason I’m not arresting you is because I want to hear everything from you before taking any action.’’


‘’Arrest?’’ Dr. Falcon acted surprised. ‘’Excuse me can I see your warrant?’’
‘’You’d be surprised I don’t need that.’’ Segun looked at the only black man among them. That must be the beast. ‘’your beast killed someone at mushin area yesterday.’’
Falcon was quiet. He just ushered them into the rehabilitation room where they all sat.


‘’I can tell you for sure that my Subject was in this cave throughout the night.’’


‘’What exactly is this ‘subject’ of yours?’’ Tobi asked. ‘’Modern day incredible hulk?’’


Falcon contemplated telling the strangers the story or not. He decided he was going to tell them.


‘’In the late 16th century Scania was under the rule of King Ivar Vidfamne who happened to be a very harsh ruler.’’


‘’Oboy!’’ Kingsley sighed. ‘’Just when I thought my old man was the last story teller alive.’’


Dr. Falcon ignored him. ‘’He ruled with an iron fist and nobody dared oppose him. Nobody except the enlightened ones – the scientist of that time who were also custodians of various Norse gods.



Enraged by this, Vadfamne set out to kill all the enlightened ones.’’

When tobi was getting impatient, he said. ‘’could you please skip to the part where this guy…’’ pointing at the beast, ‘’came into the picture.’’


Again, the doctor ignored him.



‘’The enlightened ones got wind of this and came together to form a society known as the society of Scanian scientists(SSS).



The first meeting of this society was held in the Norse shrine of Loki, where it was agreed to take the battle to king vidfamne. The society was led by a man named Asger Erling – the chief priest of Loki…’’


‘’…According to ancient norse mythology, Loki was the god of mischief, so when Asger Erling called unto Loki for a solution, he provided them with an element of mischief, something they named the Loman, meaning ‘’creation of Loki.’’


‘’I suppose this subject of yours is a Loman?’’

‘’Damn right, yes. Lomans have been extinct until recently when a national research institute authorized their resuscitation.’’


‘’Wait a minute, a national research institute?’’ Kingsley asked. ‘’what kind of demonic country is that?’’


‘’Ironically, they call themselves God’s own country.’’


‘’America?’’

Falcon nodded in the affirmative.