Mike Okpo’s eyes were closed, he could have been asleep, but the slight, satisfied smile on his face refuted that fact.
He had just received a call that informed him that all was going according to plan and Fred was getting what he deserved for ridiculing him in front of a bunch of ignorant students.
The boy had gone into hiding, not coming to school; did he think he would forget the spite on his person?
Mike had doggedly paid people to keep him posted on Fred’s immediate appearance on campus. He had paid the VC’s secretary to report instantly to the VC the moment he touched campus. His numerous visits had kept the second in command of the Wolf fraternity boiling…he never allowed them to forget what Fred had supposedly done and what he might be doing to the girl that had left.
It was the next best feeling in the world, a satisfying revenge, only second to effortlessly stealing other people’s money and using it lavishly with impunity.
Fred would learn a bitter lesson on this day of love and later, when the fake police he had arranged arrested him the next day, he would be forced to work with him just to be rid of the several character stomping situations he had planned for him.
Mike rolled, intensely enjoying the cool sheet on his bed, life is good, he thought and reached for his phone to call up his girls; their brand of massaging would put the perfect crown on his day.
Silvia hadn’t been the same after hearing about Udeme’ man-package; she wasn’t obsessing because of the package but because she might have made a mistake leaving him.
He was kind, and funny and goofy, and she’d not had a good night’s rest since she’d left him.
She hadn’t known it was so easy to get used to a person. Silvia had not been bothered when her ex had left, she had been relieved. If Stella had seduced and probably had carnal knowledge about her ex, she might have been angry on principle, but not really because she cared.
But in this case, her heart had been in a twist since she’d known that Stella had seen Udeme naked and she hadn’t. They’d shared the same bed for a couple of months but that had been all; the nice man had always left the room when ever she wanted to dress and she’d extended the same courtesy to him.
Because Stella had refused to tell her what had transpired, except to say she hadn’t slept with him, Silvia’s imaginations had been going wild over the months.
That her crazy room mate had not slept with Udeme didn’t mean that they hadn’t done other stuffs. She had noticed Stella’s smeared lipstick on her return that day, and over the week, when Silvia would give her the stink eye without her knowledge, she noticed that Stella was regularly twisting her jaw from side to side, as though to rearrange it to its former position.
Udeme must have done that to her. What had they done that day? Silvia was going crazy imagining, and she was living in fear wondering if she had the courage to go back to Udeme. And what would be her explanation pertaining to the reason she left and her impetus to return?
Had he had other girls? She wouldn’t put is past the cult providing other girls for him. After tasting Stella, would he still be interested in her? Stella was an extremely sexual being and she was comfortable in her sensuality, that she came back home complaining about a man they’d both thought inadequate, still didn’t give her peace of mind.
Jealousy gnawed at her intestines like canker worms, Silvia was sure she would soon develop ulcers if she didn’t make a decision. Staring at Stella and her preparation for a fun Valentine evening made the decision for her.
She was going to take an advice she’s seen on a movie she’d watched with Udeme; she was going to throw herself out there and see what happened. Deep down she was scared that she might find Udeme already inundated with another girl or girls depending on the mood of the cult.
From experience, she knew how the cult partied and when she’d still been in the house, she had been surprised that Udeme hadn’t participated in those parties. He had stuck to her side and preferred to see a movie than hang out with the gang, especially if the party was at the house.
Shaking her head, Silvia tightened her mouth determinedly and began dressing up. She wasn’t going to spend Valentine’s day feeling morose, she would force Udeme to listen to her whether he was with another girl or not.
“Ralph, how do we run this?” Chief Eseme asked his police friend at six in the evening.
“I clocked off work a while back, and I have hand picked the people for my team, they know the drill, your son will be brought in, don’t worry about it. By the time we are through with him, he’ll be running to work,” Ralph assured him, changing the phone from his left ear to his right.
“I was just calling to ask when you’d be leaving for the campus, I would like to release my assistant, it’s been a long day.”
“Yes, it has. We could leave now; where are they?”
“Still at the campus.”
“By this time; what is he still doing there?” the DPO asked, sitting up alertly.
“I have no idea. My assistant reported that he had been taken to the VC’s office the instant he’d arrived the campus, by security. Then he had spent thirty minutes in there and when he’d come out, some guys had escorted him to an apartment, far away from the administrative area and he hasn’t been out since then.”
The DPO frowned at the suspicious occurrence; even the worry in his friend’s voice over the phone bothered him.
“Is he sure it wasn’t a cult related issue? Did Fred look scared?”
“I had shared the same concerns and he said Fred hadn’t looked afraid or shouted for help. But after not seeing him for the whole day, he was beginning to be worried.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll leave this instant. I’ll get to the bottom of this.”
Udeme had not been able to help Fred. But he’d been able to cut short the punishment that had the propensity to go on all night, at a few minutes past six.
He had promised Mask that he would attend the Valentine’s day party they had planned and that he would fornicate with any girl he threw his way just to show that he was over Silvia.
Mask had grinned, the longest smile that Udeme had ever envisioned on his second in command’s face, and had nodded in agreement. With that he had left the room with his minions, leaving Udeme alone with Fred.
Fred was out, he hung limply from the rod and drooled on himself a bit.
Udeme had taken the only seat in the room but after a few seconds, he’d hurriedly cut down the poor guy and rushed out to bring him water.
After he coaxed him to drink, Fred had stammered that he knew nothing about Silvia.
“I know bro, this was just a set up. And Mask is usually reasonable about stuffs like this but, you were just unlucky to be in this situation while he was in a foul mood.”
Fred nodded at the explanation and lay supine on the rough cement floor. He didn’t care who the explanation had come from, he was just glad that he’d been cut down from his prison and the tickling had stopped.
The DPO and his team of seven men arrived the campus but they didn’t cause a stir. Darkness had fallen but students still loitered around the campus, some just sitting around and unwinding from the long academic day.
With a call from Chief Eseme, the assistant was located and invariably, the supposed apartment, far away from the administrative area of the campus.
There weren’t many students around this area; in fact, the vicinity seemed like an island, avoided by obviously normal, everyday students. The house itself looked dead from the outside, there were no sounds from it and no lights to indicate that it was even inhabited.
Ten minutes later, a young man sauntered down the path whistling; he seemed really young, like he’d just joined the university. He hadn’t registered the presence of the cops but when he did, his whistling went off tune and ceased and then he attempted to flee.
“Wait right there!” the DPO called out in his most authoritative voice which was a high pitch soprano.
The team of seven police men had peculiar looks on their faces; it almost seemed as if they were trying not to laugh.
The young man shook where he stood with a carton of alcoholic drinks.
“Who lives here?” the DPO asked in a reduced treble.
The boy frowned and turned to get a look at the face of the cop, he wondered why the tall man had such a feminine voice. He shook his head in consternation and swallowed with difficulty.
He was extremely afraid, not from the man’s voice, but from what his parents would do to him if he got in trouble just few months after resuming his first semester on campus. Right then he was regretting his agreement to run errands for Mask.
None of these cops would believe he wasn’t a cultist; their first question would be what he was doing running errands for the most notorious cult group on campus.
“I asked you a question, boy,” the DPO said and pretended he didn’t hear the incessant coughs coming from his team.
“I …err, Mask and Udeme live here,” the boy stammered.
“Two men live here?” the DPO asked for clarity.
The boy’s arm ached from hefting the heavy carton and standing in one place too long. He was also scared out of his mind, he closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to align his thoughts.
“Err…no, one man lives here, the other one visits a lot.”
“Which of them lives here?”
“Udeme,” the boy answered instantly, his thoughts finally aligning.
“So, Mask visits,” and the boy nodded affirmatively.
“Do you know of any Fred?”
“No, Sir,” the boy answered respectfully, beginning to breathe better, hoping he would escape this.
“He is wanted for a criminal investigation…Fred is taller than you and fair in complexion…”
The boy shook his head vehemently, but deep down, he knew who the cops had come looking for; his heart lurched almost into his throat, he wasn’t out of the woods yet. Mask had obviously mixed himself with someone the police were interested in and that would mean, the cops would be very interested in him too.
“Are you sure?” the DPO insisted, giving him a suspicious look; the boy swallowed none existent saliva, shook his head first and then stopped to nod that he was sure.
“So, where can I find this Udeme? We need him for questioning, as this was the last location Fred was seen.”
Silvia watched the whole exchange and shuddered at what would happen to the helpless Udeme if the cops caught him. She could smell Mask all over this situation; he must have gone hare wire as he was wont to do from time to time, and now, Udeme was in trouble for his hot headedness.
Slinking away in the shadow of the cask of trees she’d retreated into when she’d spied the cops on her way to confront Udeme with her confession; she picked her way in the dark, going towards the back of the apartment to check if there was anybody in there.
She felt slightly elated, maybe, if she could help Udeme out of this situation, it would not be terribly difficult for him to consider her proposal.
Udeme was hyperventilating when he rushed from his room, heading towards the second room, where Fred currently lay.
He had left Fred to go dress up for the impromptu party and had been reaching for the light switch when he’d heard the high pitch voice snapping out an order for someone to wait.
Instinctively, he’d paused from switching on the light and had listened to the strange voice coming from a few meters outside his window. One of the reasons he liked the Wolf apartment was the isolation, people rarely came out here but when they did, it was for a purpose.
Mike Okpo had come to drag the cult into his depraved plans for what ever reason. As he listened to the voice, even though a strange pitch, it carried confidence and blatant authority; someone who wasn’t afraid of Mask and his minions…because, really, no one would dare to come into the Wolf’s turf to give orders.
Udeme had looked from a crack in his drape and had almost lost consciousness at the sight of the cop squad in front of the house. He stood rooted watching and listening to the ensuing quasi interrogation. So, the cops didn’t know about the cult, but then, dear innocent Fred wasn’t so innocent, he had some scores to settle with the police.
He knew what he had to do; he had to disassociate himself from Fred immediately, in fact, he had to break out of the cult no matter what, because, finally, reality had visited with a crash, and it didn’t care that he was terrified of Mask.
“You need to get out of here!” Udeme announced urgently and urged Fred to get up.
Fred didn’t even bother to open his eyes, he was so tired he just wanted to sleep where he lay.
“Seriously, Fred, you need to get out of here. The police are here for you, they say you are involved in a criminal investigation. They don’t know about the cult and I want to keep it that way.”
“What?” Fred asked breathlessly, shock and fear attacking his body again and activating a spur of adrenaline in his veins. It gave him the needed strength to struggle to his knees and shakily to his legs.
“But I didn’t do anything,” he croaked, even though he had been given water, his throat was still dry from a whole day of screaming. Tears clogged both his eyes and his throat, fear was paramount in his eyes as he shakily wiped off the tears from his face.
Udeme felt a nudge of pity for the guy. It was possible that Fred was innocent, so it meant that the nefarious Mike Okpo might be involved in the set up. But it made no difference, Fred still had to leave.
He heard the back door open and he knew that Mask must have seen the cops out front and was using the back to avoid them. Udeme thought fast, he rushed to the door and locked it before the handle was tried, rather vigorously.
“Go…get out of here!” Udeme whispered urgently, putting his back to the door as though to further fortify it from the threat without; Mask would definitely not be partial to letting Fred go.
Fred’s eyes grew wild, he turned a full three-sixty degrees in the center of the room, looking confused, the only door he knew was the one Udeme guarded with his bulk.
“Go where?” he asked in frustration, he too would want to get out of there; from the police, which he had no idea why and from Mask, definitely.
A tentative knock came on the door, it was confusing and possibly deceptive, Udeme wouldn’t put it below Mask to try and weasel his way in. So, he urgently pointed to another door that Fred hadn’t been aware of, “Go there,” he directed.
The voice came from the other side of the door, apparently, it belonged to the person that had been trying the handle. Both guys froze with widened eyes, then Udeme’s eyes narrowed in possible recognition but laced with doubt.
“Silvia?” he called out, not daring to believe that she was actually there.
“Yes…I checked your room but you weren’t there. Did you change rooms?”
“No,” Udeme answered, breathing in deeply as though to take in the sound of her voice into his system, he turned and leaned his front torso on the door but made no move to unlock it.
“Then…what are you doing in there?”
His heart leaped that her voice had a tint of suspicion in it. But then he also realized that he didn’t want her getting embroiled in what ever was unfolding at that moment. Udeme regretfully shook his head, wishing for nothing else except to open the door and devour the sight of her, but he couldn’t and it hurt.
“Udeme?” she called again when she didn’t hear his reply. “Are you in there…with a girl?” she stammered out; it sounded like it was the last thing she wanted to ask but she hadn’t been able to help herself.
“No…no, I’m not with a girl,” Udeme replied vehemently, plastering his temple on the door and looking extremely regretful. He knew what she was thinking, and it would have been his pleasure to correct her perception of the weird situation he found himself, but he couldn’t, he had to protect her.
“You shouldn’t be here, Silvia,” he said in a determined voice; a voice that Silvia might likely misconstrue as being mean and rejecting.
His heart twisted when he heard her pained gasp through the door, he so wanted to tell her that it wasn’t what she was imagining, but then that would entail giving proof by opening the door and then the whole explanation about Fred would ensue and the situation would only get more complicated than it already was.
Thinking of Fred reminded him that the guy was still standing in the middle of the room. Udeme walked up to him, “Use that door and run for your life. I don’t know what you ever did to Mike Okpo but the man is out for you. That door connects this apartment with the next door apartment which is unoccupied right now, it is a good escape route.”
“But I don’t know any road from there.”
“Guy, just run,” Udeme said in exasperation.
“I can still hear you!” Silvia called out, her voice choked with tears, “But, I’m going, since that’s what you want.”
Udeme closed his eyes against the pain that inundated his heart and pushed Fred towards the escape route. It took some strength to push back the bolts which had gotten rusty from un-use, and opened the door.
Cobwebs designed the air around them, Udeme shoved the wispy threads out of the way impatiently and led Fred to the back door of this apartment which faced another side of the entire layout of the compound.
“If you run through this bush, you are sure to find a road sooner or later, now go,” he said and pushed Fred in the direction of the bush.
Fred moved towards the bush and then paused, turning to look at Udeme with gratitude; he seemed speechless for a while, then he said, “Thank you, Udeme, I’ll surely repay this act of kindness.”
Udeme nodded and then started at Mask’s bark, “What the hell do you think you are doing?!”
Both men stood rooted and looked guilty. Udeme was fast to notice that Mask was without any of his minions, he wasn’t going to fight his second in command, God forbid, he thought; but he would stall him in an attempt to give Fred time.
Mask wasn’t expecting it; Udeme flung his whole weight on the tall, lean muscled guy and drove him to the ground.
“Run! Fred run!” Udeme shouted urgently from his place on top of Mask.
Fred was shocked at his audacity and was also eternally grateful for the chance the chubby guy had created for him at his own peril; he ran.
It didn’t matter that his muscles hurt madly as he tried to dodge trees and plants with sharp branches; he just ran.
Deep down, he feared for what would happen to Udeme.
The story continues
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