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Craig told him to buy a jack knife,to add up to the vanishing cutleries in the house.No one could fathom how they had vanished.
The past few days had been the express definition of weird,lots of inexplicable happenings,ones that couldn’t be accounted for,just two days back,Jughead,the little puppy of the Jackinson household had gone missing,till now he still remained lost and unfound.
The last time anyone had seen Jughead was December 24th,the day before Christmas.And to the bemusement of all,most of the inhabitants of the Jackinson household had not gone out that fateful day,infact it was confirmed that the doors were opened only twice that day.
First,was when Sterling,the papa of the house had gone out with Lydia,the last sired child of the house,fourteen by age,fair as a crispy apple,a bit diastema,and too big and matured looking for a girl of approximately fourteen.
They had gone to buy provisions for the festive celebration.
The second time was when they came back home late,it was at 10:00pm.They went along to give unending rants as to why they walked the dark hours.But no one seemed to care.They were back home that was all that mattered.
The search for Jughead was a dead end.One that later disinterested the Jackinsons from further making attempts.Jughead was a dear,friendly and smart puppy.But no one knew where he was or whether he was dead,maybe he had been mowed over by a passing vehicle.No one knew.
Few hours had lapsed.It was already midnight.The moon shone with rare tensity.Rare in the sense that it was ready to burn the retinas out if one gazed directly at it.Gayle had just woken up to empty her unwanted body fluids,she was so disturbed,her looks could only denote that she had survived a nasty nightmare,her eyes were unnecessarily puffy and her nightwears were excessively rumpled,folded beyond the normal,she was wet all over,thick liquid substances hung between her legs and on her face.
She used the lavatory,felt a bit relieved and made to her room when she heard a shrieking sound.S he could not really process what she had heard.Whether it was the town ritualists doing the habitual,slaying animals again, in the guise of worshipping and sacrificing to a white rock that couldn’t even talk,it couldn’t be,she thought,the month was already ending,they did most of their craps when the months began.
The shrieks sounded again,only that this time,it was louder and more weird.She traced where the shrieks had emanated from.It was the backyard.She slowly tiptoed to check out the source of the uproar.
She heard a snap.What was happening?She thought.Was someone being killed at the backyard? Wouldn’t she end up another inquisitional fatality?She thought
Her fears ascended her throat like the throaty spittles,only that she couldn’t spit them out,they were convulsing her body.Her palms were cold,itchy and uncomfortable.
She finally took a bold step,least expected of a teenager that had spent forever doting on her own body.She opened the door.Climbed down the stairway,she saw blood flowing on the grounds like a writhing cobra,stretched unendingly,pool of blood.
Her mouth was open in terror and a single vein in her body could not twitch.Words utterly failed her.She hadn’t seen this much of blood.
She made back for the stairway to ascend back to the door,when she realized she was locked outside,a major flaw of the door was it’s unstable functioning.Locking itself on incomers was one of its many crazy specialities.
What was going to happen now? Whatever had spilled that blood was still out there, she thought.
She heard a ruffle in the bush,and the bushes were being ripped apart by a ghostly figure.She fretted and was stationed to the spot.
When she realized it was Louka,her own younger brother,covered in thick blood and feathers,reeking of rosebushes,and to his right hand were several dissecting tools improperly pawed together.And to his left hand was what appeared be a dead fowl,that had been unskillfully cut open.
“What have you done?”

Just some science and school practicals,he tottered
“Oh!”,she gaped with terror
“Did you kill Jughead?”,
He hesitated for a moment
“Yes!I did”
“I cut him and i ate him”
“But when did you start eating puppies”

She couldn’t contain the aghastness.

“I’m telling dad!You are reaching new heights in your derangement”

“It’s understandable that your weirdness can’t be understood.But this!This is crazy!she snapped.

“Okay!Do what you will!”

“I’m busy here!”

“Let me finish my works here”

“I hope the vigilante people don’t make an example out of you,of what befalls deviants!You are brilliant! But you shouldn’t indulge in savagery and put you put your safety on the line You don’t need this!”

She violently turned the door knob,it burst open.She stormed inside.


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Christmas Eve was an euphoria waker.The unending fireworks that skyrocketed the sky were part and parcel of what triggered the fun filled atmosphere.

It seemed the desires of the young lads of the streets to catch fun were so insatiable.They had left the church gatherings at an unbelievable haste.It was as if everything had been planned out.They met at the river bank of St Paul.Everyone was panting furiously.It was obvious.They had rushed down.

They wasted no time in getting to business.They disarmed themselves of all the squibs planted all over.What aghasted Simon the most was the quantity a boy named John had brought.Many persons brought in twenties and at most fifties.But he brought enough to raze down a chapel.He unzipped the bag they were all squeezed into.Dirty bag and scarlet coloured.

The idea was to have fun and a bit Christmas rouse in town and not to have reasons to have subsequent arson charges

Everything went well on Christmas eve.The only thing that tainted the high spirits was the demise of a petty town functionary.He was saddled with the responsibility of ensuring the kids have safe fun.But no one knew what had inspired such insanity.He had led the charade that left the streets in a state of pandemonium.Noises erupted beyond the town could handle.He had turned the streets in to a concert ground for chaos.

Firsthand witnesses to the incident reported that he lost muscular control and frothed to death.And he couldn’t be resuscitated or saved because it happened very fast.

That sent a chill down many spines.The fun was short lived.Many of the lads went back home.And the body was wheeled off to the the near by lab to perform some post mortem.Rumour had it that his death was unnatural and the cause was to be unravelled to know what had gone wrong.

The night’s incidence axed the fun Simon was having and put an impediment to one he was planning on having later.

Christmas Eve with Helen.As he had called it for the past twenty one days.Helen had been one of the little good things about life.She was beautiful,that was never up for wrangling.She liked serenity as opposed to himself ,that got his fun from extreme and far fetched transpirations.He was wild,she was cute.A licentious prince for a perfect princess.That had been the fantasy he had hoped to make real this Xmas.To say his unending love to her large heart.He had planned this moment.But all seemed to have shattered.
It would be stupid to proffer love in face of a looming tragedy.He thought.Everywhere was reeking with gloom.It was going to happen another time.It wasn’t hard making up his mind.It was sheer caution and a bit common sense as the wily pirates would say when gulping their creamy rum,”some senses should cut across all,thats what make it common”.

Besides it didn’t matter.She wasn’t coming.Her texts,etched in the italics had found its way into his phone.He checked.Pulled himself together with the feigned big boy attitude.Discarded what remained of the squibs planted all over me.He went home.

He had hoped the night would be magical.Like the fairy nights He had imagined from countless poesy that had swept his path.

Now the bed was to take the place of Helena.Endless words for a lifeless object that couldn’t give a crap about his annoying murmurs.

The streets was very much alive.Passers by going to their various homes.After a very swamped day.Some had gone to have for themselves provisions to sauce up the impending Christmas celebration in the market while other were just vacating the scene of the mysterious death.

It was 4:00am in the morning.Time had flown very fast and deep.It was already Christmas.Everywhere was thick with darkness and the fogs didn’t make things better.It was hard seeing in to the distance.

Whether pickpockets were advancing ,it was hard to know.White smokes permeated the air.No light had emanated from the houses around the streets.Electricity had been a thing that came once in a blue moon.It was hard improvising.The dry wind made things burn quickly.The idea of having a lantern that could burn down a house if care was not taken was frowned at by many.Many preferred to have the thick darkness and did away with the chance of having their abodes cauterized to dusts.

The air became thicker as he advanced towards Rivers junction.The smokes were seething with impurities.Dusts,as if angered were biting away at his eyes.

It was harmattan season.But this was beyond the natural.It was as if a foul magical manipulation was in play.Like someone was lurking in the dark and hurling the winds to Simon’s face.
In an attempt to subsidize the threat he was encountering,he decided to get his handkerchief.He checked his breast pocket.It was flat as a withered plank.He checked his pant pockets.It was not there.The wind gushed.Then he knew he had to run.
He adjusted properly my bag pack.He ran for it.For home.The wind raged,and it twirled him as it wished.He almost toppled to the ground.But the thought of savagely roasted bacons kept him from flinching.He was almost there,almost there.He thought.Tonight had been a combo of fun and catastrophe
The raging wind blasted him to the ground.Before seconds lapsed he was back on my feet.He saw reasons to stay petrified to the spot he was and also to jet home as quickly as he could.How is this even possible?He thought.
The sky was ferociously yellow.Thick with rowdy smokes.They skated flashily in to the sky.Smokes of this magnitude could drop a tedious bull dead.They wafted deep in to the sky.And the silver linings of the sky had turned gory gold.The blues had vanished.It was a combination of dark and yellow.With the yellow being the alpha effect.
Without stalling he leaped impetuously in to the grand ville garden.It was far easier when he was not thinking and besides he had no choice.It was the shortest way home.He scaled its walls.And landed in donkey dungs.
He walked the rough edges of the Grayson hut,a house inhabited by couple of weirdos.The house was unusually bright.Not that anyone cared.
And there was it.Home.Safe and sound.Not a dust or a fire scratch.The gates were intact.The sparkling Christmas lights glowed bright.Choruses of festive chants that he had never heard were emanting from the building.It was all beautiful.It was all peaceful.It was all he ever wanted.

He panicked and reflexes made him direct my attention to the western side of building.There was fire.Though it was gently subsidizing.

Him tummy wriggled with terror when what was before him came in to focus.It was the grounds of St Paul.And it was dusts.Everything had been burnt to the ground.His eyes seared with tears not because he cared for the building or what happened in there.But because he had been a part of the recalcitrant group that started the fireworks.Though he didn’t throw his any where near the Churches.Yet that couldn’t take his guilt away.As far as he was concerned he was indirectly responsible.

Simon made for the gates and it opened wide open before him.It was Helena,beautiful as ever,smilling in her red jacket and a christmas hat gently perched on her perfectly sculptured head.

She smiled and said,”Merry Christmas weirdo”

And she patted Simon on the shoulder and gave him what apparently was a ten minutes hug.They let themselves go.

“I have been waiting for you,come on in!”,she said.

He couldn’t believe what had happened.What a nice Yuletide!


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It was December and it was very cold.

I had just left the Lincoln bar after having what seemed an unending stretch of fun.

My love for the night was expressed by my dangerous prowlings of it.Nights were the best time for me to make my walks.Days were for rest as far i was concerned.My flair for danger was hinged on my nonchalant attitude towards life.Life was never something to be taken seriously.That was the only way everything made sense.Fear was never to be accommodated.The heroes were always the ones that viewed life from a weird perspective.

I had passed the shrieking shacks roughly positioned at the left side of the Lincoln road.Everywhere was unnecessarily quiet.It was weird.The night was never this quiet.Nothing had stirred.Everything was frozen.Nothing flinched.

The sight of the Rucky bridge injected a bit of relief to my veins.Home was not far again.It was just few steps away.And I would have to savor a good night sleep in the next few minutes.


Something had moved.But I couldn’t decipher where the sound had erupted from.For a moment I was stationed at the spot.Then I took several steps.It was nothing,i thought.Then I moved on towards the bridge.


Something with paws had jumped in to air,i could not fathom what it was but I knew it casted a large,dark and frightening shadow.

Before I could blink my eyes,i was already on the ground.And a massive figure was struggling on the top of me.I tried to shake it off.When I realized it was a “he”.

And he was armed with a curvy dagger which was going to land in my face at any moment if I left the hand holding the dagger.

I tried pushing him off but he was stronger and very adamant.I bruised his face with a soft blow.In anger he stabbed through my shoulder.My pain was far beyond that wish I could bear.It was as if my innards were going to pour out.Blood was tearing out.I was feeling faint.

Then a strength surged through my body.I gave him a slap to the chest and he crashed into the remains of the other side of the bridge.I stood up to have a look at the state in which my attacker was.

What had really happened?I thought.I had never encountered this guy before.He wasn’t a cop either.And he appeared made.He definitely wasn’t a pilferer.

Before I could get my thoughts straight,another blow had landed on my chest.It swept me off my feet.I didn’t see him coming.He had moved like lightning.

My belly seared with excruciating pain.My eyes failed.I was seeing stuffs in doubles.Until a plank landed on my fingers did I know that this wasn’t a prank at all.The dust like scales in my eyes fell.The vision became clearer.

I saw the stranger holding a metal bar in air and he was ready to smash what remained of it to my feeble head.

I plunged myself towards him.We landed with a thud.I felt a spike at the side of my belly.Ruffling my insides.My pain squirmed.I stood and blood oozed out from my belly.In small quantity but it was obvious.I had lost lots of blood tonight.

Everywhere seemed more quiet now.The thought of my injury had made forget my surroundings.I checked.The bridge was half broken.Though it was never indeed strong.But now it would take little effort to crash everything down.

Something was missing I thought.

I felt a twinging in my legs.I checked.They were bleeding.Then my aghastness peaked.I had left a body on the ground.The stranger was motionless.His eyes were open and not working.He simply gazed at the sky.Blood tricked down his shabby body.His insides were crawling out.I could see his intestines.Long and broken.I had killed a man on my birthday.I had unwillingly stopped his life.

“What a mess!”


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“What atrocities has he wrought?”,King Dalus,asked.
He had just slumped in to a chair made of fine gold and by quality,of no mean carats.He rested his massive paws on their edges,coughed and raised his head to behold the glaring scenario,scampered at his front.

He perused what seemed to happening at his front,different murmurs and annoying chatters,have they lost their grasp on reality,didn’t they know they were standing before a king,he unceasingly thought and these strands of ruminations seemed to only infuriate him.
“Silence”,he roared
“What is this?”
“Your majesty!”,a little but staunch figure bellowed with utmost humility
“Pardon!”,he continued
“You may speak!Geisus!”,
“This man here”.
He pointed to an emaciated figure who seemed to have been forced to his knees,heavily guarded,chained and circled by a pack of angry wolves
“He has indulged himself in what seem to be an aberration,he has broken the law,shamed our values and disapproved of things we hold dear,he has murdered one of us ,in cold blood,and I hereby move the motion that he is punished accordingly”,Geisus orated with a rising euphoria
“Yes!Yes!Yes!”,the populace screamed
“He has spilled blood he has to be deprived of his own”
Several chants serrated the tense atmosphere,it was as if apocalypse has come to roost,both old and the young were clamouring for blood,the Danus palace was dissenting in to a sort of madness,everyone wanting justice in form of cold execution.
“Enough!”, Dalus roared
Every where went dead like the grave.
“Jasmine,would you step forward?”,Dalus asked
Before he could take a step forward,he had already been flung ahead by one of the wolves,he crashed and landed with his ribs grazing the rough grounds.
Jasmine mopped with his hands rubbing his grumpy face
“You have been accused of taking the life of another,a shame to our values,a disobedience to our laws ,and an injury to the innocent,how do you plead? Innocent or guilty?”
“I did not do it ,I didn’t,Jasmine croaked feebly
“Then,how come you have been caught in the webs of this crime?”
“I don’t know”,he mopped harder
“Any witnesses in the house?”, Dalus , asked,his voice,a bit sonorous
“My Lord!if I may interject!”,Geisus interrupted
“Silence,Geisus!, you are my hand,stay your hands,you don’t talk unless I want you to do so,!”
“Yes,my Lord”,Geisus cowed
“I’m not your Lord,i’m your god!”,he roared
Thunder had just fired which seemed to shake the castle vehemently.
“Did anyone witness the murder?”,he continued
His question which seemed to have descended in to the rhetorical sort was answered by whisperings,nobody had the guts to talk anymore even if they had anything to say.
“Molly,where are you?”,Dalus asked
Miraculously,a fissure had been created in the crowd,it took a while till it extended to the front,and there molly was standing facing Dalus,the king,mopping unceasingly and constantly wiping her nose with a little handkerchief.

Her clothes were covered in blood and mere assessing her dressing it seemed she was cooking before Ceda was murdered
“Your grace!,she cried
“I’m sorry for what has transpired,i hope you find the strength to accept my sincere condolences!”,Dalus said softly
“Okay!she mopped.
“Nothing done here would restore life to the dead but we can only hope to curtail the furtherance of such act from happening,that is why justice would prevail today”,he roared
The crowd cheered and it seemed they were having their moment again.
“Molly,tell me what happened,everything you know”,Dalus asked
“Okay”,she said
“I woke up this morning to take my shower,it was our two years anniversary,so I had plans to have a special meal made,so I scurried to kitchen to prepare the waters for the dishes,Ceda was still sleeping when I finished boiling the waters,i decided to ignore him because he had last night very rough,he worked very late.I took the pile of woods at the backyard and conveyed them to the log section of the kitchen,i picked the combustible ones,arranged and made fire,i was roasting corns when I heard a loud excruciating scream,accompanied by a loud thud,i felt faint and I hurried to room,to find Jasmine running from the scene,and another hooded figure pacing off,Ceda was on the floor dead as a door,covered in blood,he was stabbed in the navel “,She sobbed

“Hmm! Interesting!”,Dalus said
“Two suspects!One only has been caught!”
“How so?Gayanus”
A big wolf presented himself,the biggest apparently amidst the pack,wild and ferocious.
“My Lord!There has been a misunderstanding here,we caught only Jasmine because he was the only one there,i think the afflictions of recent events are telling on Molly”,he croaked
“Enough!”, Dalus roared
“Lies!Lies!”,”I saw a hooded figure”
“Jasmine only came to visit”, Molly sobbed
“You see! My Lord!”, Gayanus ridiculed
“Step away!You pure expression of incompetence!”,Dalus roared
“Molly,did you see any other thing incriminating,like the clothes,face,was he holding anything,did he have any markings?”,Dalus inquired.
“Oh! No!
“I remember he was holding a silver staff that bore the Dalus crest,with several mark at the edge”,she sobbed more than ever.
“Outrageous!What nonsense!How could you?”, Geisus had burst from the crowd displaying the characteristics of a demented fellow
“Seize him”, Dalus,screamed
Gayanus grabbed him by the scruff of his right shoulder and pounds him to the ground at the front of the royal chair.
“Only the king’s hand bear the silver staff in this city,start talking! Geisus”
“Before I make you” Dalus raged
“Ceda was the only thing standing before my ascension the the throne,he was so loyal to the king,he could not be bought so I had to eliminate him,Jasmine,is a thing I fear because of his wisdom and unflinching integrity,he could not be killed,he is too fast to be true,i had too fabricate the schemes to implicate him so that I could be done with him for good”, Geisus grovelled
The atmosphere had descended into a seething one,the wolves were doing a great job keeping the populace from pouncing on Geisus.
“What have I done to you,Geisus?”,Dalus asked
“Isn’t it obvious? You treat everyone here like shit!You deserve a fate worse than death”
“Silence!”,he roared
“Wait till I survive this nonsense and I will show you what true vendetta is”, Geisus assured
“Oh!Wait till you see how this drama ends Geisus!,Dalus smiled maniacally
“Silence! Keep him quiet! Before i remove your tongue from your head Gayanus!”
“Three things are known to defy the hidden,the sun,the moon and the truth.Years might glide by but the truth will definitely come to light.By the virtue of the facts laid before me which is that Geisus,the former hand of the king play the lion’s role in the death of the elf ,Ceda ,whose light was quenched this morning,he murdered him in cold blood by stabbing,and also framed another for his felony,to take his punishment,he has been deemed as a top enemy to this society,and as it is known fact that enemies are not tolerated in this society,it is either you are a friend or a friend,foes are erased from existence,Geisus,you were held in high esteem,you failed Dalus,your family,your society,You have caused the sorrow of another,defamed another,this shall not go unanswered.Justice shall indeed prevail”.

Screams permeated the air
“Blood for blood”
“Eye for eye”.
“Life for life”
“Death for death”
“Silence”,Dalus signalled
“Jasmine,i hereby declare you a freeman ,go home ,have your life,its your own,no one shall lay a finger on you,and by the powers conferred upon my shoulders,i name you the hand of the king,to truthfully serve this realm and society,be blessed!,the gods have remembered you”
“My lord I don’t know how to thank..”
“Enough,skip the gratitude!”
“And to you traitor,you have failed your own,you shall die by my very hands”
“Oh no!this not right!”
“I beg of you!”, Geisus cowed
King Dalus removed the crown from head
“The crown shall not be made crud by a traitor’s blood”
He unsheathed his rapier and lopped off his head