KILLER - Episode 3

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - killed, killer, the chasing pack, Enugu State University, police, wife, figure, working on the fridge, but he was far too powerful, admiring the moon and the stars, phone flashed momentarily, police circulated pictures.

“So, how many people have you killed?” Gbolahan asked Igbokwe. “I have never killed anyone. I am not the killer!!!” he yelled. “So where were you when Ifunanya was killed?” “You can’t tell my wife. I was…I was…” “Where were you, for goodness sake? You killed her and joined the chasing pack…you fooled them.” “I was with another girl. You can’t tell my wife, please,” Igbokwe pleaded. Gbolahan looked at Uzokwe and Oifie. “Are you trying to make up an alibi for yourself?” Uzokwe asked. “No! Ask Njideka; she lives on Ilukwe Street. I was…You know, she and I were doing it by the bushes when the chasing pack ran by so I had to send her home and join the group to avoid anyone seeing me with her.” “What is her full name?” Oifie asked him. “Njideka Amadi.” “Give us her address.” Igbokwe gave them Njideka’s address. They locked him up and headed to Ilukwe Street.

“You look like moon in the sky,” Jerome said to Amaka. They were on Amaka’s porch in Constain. They were both students of the Enugu State University. “And you look like my bright and shining armor,” she replied. “Whenever you are in that jean short and skimpy top, I feel like grabbing you and ripping your clothes off.” “Why don’t you do that now, honey,” she said with a malicious smile on her face. “I might as well take you up on that,” he replied grabbing her and pulling her close to himself. They kissed and then let go of each other for a moment. She turned and walked towards the door to her living room. He stared lustfully at her backside. Almost impulsively, he rose to his feet and followed her…like a piece of metal racing towards a powerful magnet. Within minutes, their clothes were off and their bodies rubbed against each other with feisty passion. It was a hot afternoon, but not even that could deter them. Like people starved of oxygen for a while who finally reach air, they yanked and pulled and touched each other passionately. “That was awesome,” he said. “Yes, it was my love,” she replied placing her head on his chest.

Njideka confirmed Igbokwe’s story, so the police had to release him. He was mad at his wife for ratting him out to the police when he returned. He was quick to reach out to community leaders to inform them that he had been cleared by the police. Soon, everyone wondered who the killer really was. The police circulated pictures of the bag that the killer had left at Ifunanya’s apartment when she was killed. They scoured the streets and questioned every young or middle-aged man in the area with no success. The governor continued to apply pressure on the police commissioner. Elections were around the corner, so he wanted to make an impression on voters.

Two days later. Chimeremma was lying under the moon-lit sky with her boyfriend, Ikenna. They had just finished making love in-between a hedge of flowers near Ikenna’s house. They had both crept out of their parents’ house for a quick session. They lay beside each other breathing heavily, yet happily. They were carefully tucked in-between flower hedges that it was hard to sport them. They had just put their clothes back on. A figure walked carefully in the dark. There was no power supply, but the moon did a good job of illuminating the area. “Who is that?” Chimeremma asked Ikenna in a low tone. “I think it is Uchenna,” Ikenna answered. They both peered hard at the figure in an effort to decipher who it was. “It is Uchenna. Look at his head and the way he walks,” Ikenna said with some authority. He had taken a hard look at the figure using the moon as a source of light.

The figure crept to Amaka’s window and peeped in. Amaka was making love with Jerome. He had come around and as always, they were at it again. Uchenna watched through the window. With the power out, they had left the window open to let in some fresh air. He listened to their moaning and whispering until they reached a loud climax. “He is looking through Amaka’s window,” Chimeremma pointed out. “Yes, he is. I wonder why.” “That is horrible,” she remarked. “I think he is listening in to their love-making,” Ikenna replied. Soon, Jerome was ready to leave. Uchenna jumped to his feet and ran quietly across the street. He used the hedge of flowers as a cover, not knowing that Chimeremma and Ikenna were lying there. Shortly afterwards, Jerome left. Ikenna and Chimeremma left too.

The heat was intense so Chimeremma left the window open. She lay naked on the bed wishing that Jerome would come back and make love to her again. She could not get enough of him. A figure crept to the window and looked in. His eyes had adapted to the darkness. Amaka’s phone flashed momentarily as she answered Jerome’s text. The figure could make out her nudity. He could no longer take it. He jumped through the window and quickly subdued her. With his hands around her mouth, he waved a knife at her. “Please don’t kill me,” she pleaded. He took a rag from his pocket and tied her mouth shut. Then he closed the window and made sure all the doors were locked. Then, he began to undress. Fear jumped into Amaka’s eyes. This is the killer, she thought to herself, and I know who it is.

He began to caress her. He was driven by animalistic passion. He raped her three times. Then, he placed a hand around her neck and began to squeeze her neck. She kicked and jerked for her life, but he was too powerful. In less than a minute, he cut off oxygen supply to her brain, snuffing life out of her. There was no blood…not messy murder scene. He unlocked the front door and crept back into the open and disappeared as he had appeared.

The area was wild again with anger and fear. “Do you think it is Uchenna?” Chimeremma asked Jerome. “It has got to be him. What was he doing there last night?” “I guess he was making plans to come and kill her later after we had left. Jerome was still there, so he had to return later,” Chimeremma agreed. They rang up the police and told them what they had witnessed the previous night. They told the same story to their parents and siblings too. They were careful to state that they were just sitting around admiring the moon and the stars when they spotted Uchenna peeping into Amaka’s bedroom through the window. “He is the killer,” everyone who heard the story concluded. “Do you remember that he was on the chase that night when we were after the killer?” Ikoro reminded Chukwudi. They both called Oifie and Gbolahan to inform them that Uchenna, the chief suspect in the murder of Amaka was in the streets the night they nearly caught the killer.

Uchenna was quickly hoisted away by the police. “You are the killer, Mr. Uchenna Obodo. You don’t have to waste our time. We have enough evidence against you,” Uzokwe confronted him with a different strategy. Uchenna lived on Ilukwe Street, one of the streets that Gbolahan had listed as the likely home of the killer. He often carried backpacks similar to the one that was recovered from Ifunanya’s apartment. Also, Chimeremma and Ikenna’s story had him neck-deep in trouble. “I did not kill her!” He countered. “What were you doing at her window earlier? You wanted to kill her but when you found out that her boyfriend was around, you disappeared…only to go back and kill her after he had left.” “I was there earlier, but I did not kill her. I had a crush on her, but I was afraid to tell her.” “We found her picture in your room, Uchenna. How did you get the picture? What were you doing with it?” Oifie asked him. “Officer, please I did not kill her. Yes, I broke into her apartment once and stole the picture, but I didn’t kill her.” “Do you think anyone would believe you in court?” “We are charging you with murder,” Uzokwe added.

As pressure bore down from the governor’s office, they swiftly charged Uchenna to court. His family quickly moved out of the area. On the morning of the day he was to appear in court, another body was found. It was the body of Chinelo, another beautiful twenty-year-old. Her death sent further shock waves through the area. Girls began to move out in their numbers, leaving landlords with empty apartments. The police suspended the planned arraignment of Uchenna. There was confusion in town. “If he was the killer, then how come another girl was strangled while he was in jail?” People asked. Uchenna continued to plead his innocence. “Unless, there are two killers,” some suggested.  Several hours of questioning Uchenna turned up nothing, yet they would not release him.

Mary was a thirty seven-year-old mother of three girls and four children. She was a stay-at-home mother while her husband worked for the railways. She had asked a man in the area to come and help her with her fridge, which had not been working very well. She was in the kitchen making lunch while the man was working on the fridge. Soon, he turned and told her that the fridge was working well. “It is fixed,” he announced. She wore a dress that showed her curves. He could see her busts dangling underneath her dress. His heart began to race. “Thank you very much,” she said to him. She turned to find some money from her purse to pay him.

Swiftly, his hand went around her neck and another hand over her mouth. Like a rabid dog, he raped her quickly. Mary could not believe what was happening. It all happened so fast! She hard to fight him off, but he was far too powerful. He pinned her to the ground and raped her repeatedly. She stared at him in sheer disbelief. “Hello,” someone send at Mary’s front door. Mary’s attacker did not know what to do. He held his hand over her mouth as his mind raced. Who could be at the door, he thought, searching for a way out of the situation. Mary found a little opening. She turned quickly and bit his arm. She held his hand in her mouth, clawing down with a massive bite force as she fought for her life. He held on, nonetheless, but Mary applied even more force with her teeth.


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Written by:
Victor Chinoo

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