Sister Priye 2

"So...uh." I began. His good looks were over powering. "Mr...um..."

"Black." He replied. "Richard Black." 
I wiped the side of my mouth, just in case I was drooling and didn't know. 
I got his phone number and email.

Progress.

But he never once stared at my bustline.

Not once. 

I mean it was right there for Christ sakes. What was wrong with him? 

I let the pen drop  and slowly bent to get it.

All he did in response was stare at his watch. 

Nawa o! Dis kine guy!

He never even smiled at me. His expression was very businesslike---like I were an annoying client he was trying to get rid of. 

SISTER PRIYE

(THE FOLLOWING TALE IS TOLD FROM THE PERSPECTIVES OF PRIYE AND EKAETTE AKA "EKKY")



"Praise the lord!" Went the pastor.

"Hallelujah!" The congregation responded.

I was tired of standing. My knees hurt and my new shoes were killing me. I stylishly stared at one of four clocks inside the large hall. 

11:45am.

CRAP!

Two more services to go.

How was I going to cope?My eyes hurt, my head hurt and I realized that boiled eggs and beans was a bad idea for breakfast. 

"Bless you, sister." I smiled to a girl going by. 

Now there's a face i haven't seen in awhile. I thought. Not like we were friends or anything. She was just one of those faces you see in church now and then. She wore ugly shoes and her make up was always off. 

But that morning, she looked really nice.

SARAH! Yes, that was her name.

I was still staring at her clothes and lovely shoes when I spotted him.
He was tall, very handsome and clearly worked out alot---if the arms under that shirt were anything to go by. 

And don't get me started on his cologne. When he walked by, I more or less swooned at the scent. 

HUSBAND-MATERIAL ALERT!

Works out, tall, handsome and fashionable.

KA-CHING!

Obsession

You were meant for me! Not her…. Fiona screamed at her Image. Her perfect day had turned to trash really fast. She cleaned crimson off her knife and put it in her purse. She hated doing this, but he deserved it. She walked out of her pristine apartment, slamming the door behind her.

She picked the lock to the living room, sneering at their apparent trust in humanity. She always wondered why people didn’t get better locks for their doors. She looked around the living room. Her living room. She looked at the wall paper in the dining area. So distasteful.
How couldn’t he see that his impostor didn’t even have a good sense of style or designing.

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Seconds later, the glass door exploded as a tsunami of bodies blasted through it.  A  nightmarish roar of animal sounds exploded in the room;eyes glazed over and dead, they  crashed and stumbled over eachother in a frenzy. Something launched itself across the room and slammed into Prince and Chinyere.

"C'MON!!!" It was Justine pulling her towards the stairs. A large sized man with a gaping hole in his chest  came at at her like a mad bull.

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She gasped.

His body slammed into hers with a force so savage, she crashed into the ground. The growling thing that was once Samuel was spewing blood, the black fluid and bits of Chinyere from its mouth. The vile stuff was cold against her skin. Funke scratched, punched and slapped but the thing snarled and hissed, snatching her arm and closing in for a bite.

She screamed fought but she might as well have been hurling empty beer cans at an grizzly bear.

Eyes glazed over and empty, it pulled her arm towards its mouth.

WHACK!

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Funke had lost the ability to think. Her mind was a frozen image of Samuel's still form with blood oozing from his chest. Everything else had faded away. Unable to process the event, her mind was trapped there like a faulty Tv on the weather channel---or a busted radio stuck in the limbo between stereo frequencies.

The voices in her head were silent. Nothing else existed. She might've stood there for longer if not for Chinyere's scream.

Funke blinked and looked around as if seeing the room for the first time. Then she saw the gun on the floor.

Chinyere's banshee-like wail reverberated within the house.

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Loud growls.

Both women bent over---panting.

This had to be a dream, Funke thought. Her heart had never raced this fast in her life. The stench of blood filled her nostrils.

"We...," the woman said "we...need to get...out of here."

The raucous continued, the large gate trembled like it were about to come off its hinges.

"...I know...you're not supposed to say this...when you meet...someone for the first time," Funke couldn't stop shaking. With a trembling hand, she pointed at the gate. "...but WHAT DE FUCK??"

The sound of her voice seemed to ignite more frenzied animal screams.

They ran into the house.