Mr Eze turned the key in the lock, nearly startled to see his wife standing by the door with a single wrapper tied on her chest, her arms left bare. He was engulfed in a warm hug as he stepped into his house, his hands instinctively wrapping about her broad shoulder.

Mrs Eze was shedding tears of joy as she clutched her husband tighter, making blood pool in his groin. He pulled back, kissing her full blown on the lips. She encircled her hold on his neck, dragging his mouth deeper into hers. A tiny whimper escaped the back of her throat as he found her soft spot; her black turgid nipples. He rolled his thumb over the bud, causing it to harden instantly.

It had been a few months—prior to the death of his daughter, since Mr Eze had sex with his wife. His head was swirling in ecstasy as she bent low, her tightened wrapper dropping to the floor—leaving her to stand in only a cotton pant and a sheer lace bra. Mr Eze chuckled, scratching his bald head. "Maybe we should slow down for a bit okay? I'm really exhausted, not in the mood for that now. Once I'm done eating and having my bath, we can continue, inugo?

Mrs Eze nodded understandably, picking up her cloth from the floor and re-tying it on her chest. She guided her husband to the sitting room, taking a seat beside him on the tattered couch. "Nwam, there is this horrid video I saw that has been circulating the internet. It's an eyesore, I was very afraid you know, I don't want to lose you like I lost our daughter." Her hand was on his thigh, squeezing for support. "Even the news about a young girl that was killed. Hmmm, what are universities of nowadays turning into?"

She paused her rant, snapping a finger, startling her husband from his reverie. "Ah, were you even listening to me?" She complained. Mr Eze heaved a deep sigh, shaking his head over and over again as if he couldn't believe how he was still alive. Death had escaped him narrowly. He turned to his wife who was looking at him with concern, her brows creased and her lips pressed in a thin line.

"Olorun oba, if not for God I would have died out there," he lamented, tears filling his eyes and streaming down his cheek of their own accord.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have kept pushing about getting revenge for our daughter, that was so very insensitive of me. But maybe it's for the best?" She enquired. Leaning forward, she gestured for her husband to speak up.

"There was this gigantic creature that flew on the campus. Killed a girl and was shot at. I don't know how I somehow got caught in the cross fire and it just... you ... know... wanted... wanted... to... to... attack me," Mr Eze stuttered, his heart racing as the horrifying image fluttered through his mind.

"Ahhh." Mrs. Eze's mouth widened in surprise. "I'm not understanding this your story o. How can a creature from nowhere come and attack you ni?

" I know it's a bit hard to believe." His shoulder slumped and for a minute, he couldn't speak. His body relieving the experience over again, the fright, the screams, the survival instinct kicking in, the surge of adrenaline. He grew cold at that instant, his teeth clattering. It was then Mrs Eze believed that there was something supernatural haunting the school.

She pulled him to herself, allowing his head rest on her breast. "Did the police get it?"

Mr Eze was silent for a while, pondering over the question in his mind. "I don't think so. They fired shots but it might not have affected it. It flew away. That was how the investigation ended."

"Umm, what do you mean by investigation ended?" His wife asked, confusion laced in her tone.

"Well, the vice chancellor has ordered that no police man should be found on campus at this time, not like they'd even want to risk their dear lives. And with all his power, you can imagine how that is going to be like," Mr Eze concluded, blowing out a pent up breath.

"Waoh, that man is really something o. So, did he also shut down the school too? Because he should!" She exclaimed angrily.

"Yeah. According to the information I received from the police force, he is going to put on hold all school activities and academic project in order to figure out how to curb... that ... thing." Mr Eze yawned, feeling the crippling exhaustion seep into his bones.

"I wonder what he'll do next. I mean it sounds like it's going to be a battle. How about that guy, are you still watching him?" Mrs. Eze trailed behind her husband as he stood up, heading for the make shift bathroom to have a hot bath.

"Yes. He's back in town but like I said, we have to give him a day or two to settle in so it won't look suspicious." He took off his clothes, handing them over to her for washing. She threw them in the laundry basket, standing akimbo.

"You're not going to kill him, are you?" She asserted.

"What? Of course not, I'm just going to question him that's all. Anything else that follows depends on how he reacts when I give him a piece of my mind." Mr Eze dipped a finger into the claw foot bathtub, wiggling it to check the temperature. It was hot enough. He climbed in, closing the parted curtains.

"I'll be out before you know it. Please, have my food served, wifey." On hearing that, Mrs Eze mumbled, dragging her weary feet to the kitchen.

Becca unhooked her seatbelt, handing the cab driver his change hurriedly. She slammed the car door, looking left and right before attempting to cross the busy road. A Land Rover that was driving on high speed nearly knocked her down, stopping abrupt, a few feet from where she stood. She muttered her apologies to the driver as he stuck his head out of the tinted glass windows, a string of curses already flowing from his mouth.

But Becks didn't stop stop to listen to his ceaseless banter, she took the blame for being improperly observant of her surroundings. She kept cross checking the text Fikkayo had sent her few minutes after she called him. He'd informed her with a distraught voice that his brother had been admitted in a private hospital and placed on oxygen. She could tell from how broken he sounded that he had much love for his brother although they quarreled most at times.

Becca was a witness to several one of their loud bickerings. On a particularly cloudy evening, she got home, tired, hungry and in want of some form of relaxation. Knocking once on the door, she turned the cold knob; Fikkie usually left it open as he had a security guard. The sight she met made her halt in her steps, her mouth flying agape. Fikkie had Michael's new T-shirt bunched in his fist, his other hand raised to give him a heavy slap.

Michael glared daggers at him, his nostril fuming in anger. Till date, Becks couldn't remember how she managed to separate the tangled mess. And barely a day later, they fixed their differences, cracking jokes, sharing cheesy smiles on their faces like they hadn't gotten ever gotten physical with each other. That was the first time Becks' began to grow suspicious of her boyfriend's unusual behavior—not until she found out through a long lost friend of his, that he was bipolar.

Becks shielded her eyes against the scorching sun rays, sweat dripping down the side of her face. An imposing two story building painted in pastel white with a big header, 'Otana inclusive hospital' towered over her. Not thinking much of the weird name, she pushed the transparent glass doors open, bumping into a hooded figure that was rushing out. She almost fell face forward, leaning on the metal frame for support. Her vision swarm for a moment, she felt her heartbeat fast, clutching her stomach to keep steady.

Realizing the person that clashed into her didn't stop to apologize or break her near-fall, she hissed loudly, facing front. There was no way for her to know a fraction of the secrets the human was keeping underneath his sleeve.