THE KILLER … (18+) … Part 18

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Hunger sometimes make us not to think
properly. Jacobs was starving and here he
was, face to face with a sumptious meal. He
couldn’t wait till Attah wakes up because he
didn’t trust the other inmates they could
decide to collect the food from his hand.
He brought out the spoon and quickly
scooped the rice. He was about taking it
inside his mouth but his concious kept on
disturbing him.
“Why would he be eating while his friend
who had been helping him is sleeping in
hunger?”
He decided to wake Attah.
He slapped attah but the guy didn’t respond.
He slapped him again but the guy rather
switched position and continued his sweet
sleep.
“Maybe God wants me to eat this one alone”
Jacobs thought.
He concentrated on his rice and wanted to
start eating when Attah opened his eyes
slowly.
“Who gave you this food” Attah asked and
immediately stood up.
“You are awake, i was trying to wake you
but you didn’t wake” Jacobs replied.
“Thats not the question i asked, who gave
you this food?”
“My friend Dr. Amos” Jacobs replied.
“Isn’t Amos supposed to be preparing the
antidote? Did you see him?”
It was only then that Jacobs started seeing
sense in what Attah was saying. He felt silly
for even thinking about eating the food.
“Come, una see food the do guy shey? oya
bring am” one of the inmates ordered and
collected the rice. He took the rice to his
corner and started eating it despite pleas
from Jacobs and Attah.
He ate like a mad man. Who would blame
him? Its been long since he ate That kind of
food.
He got tired of the rice and he grabbed the
chicken. After devouring it he pushed the
plate aside and gave a loud belch.
“Life is good” he confessed.
Jacobs and Attah were watching in utter
dissapointment, they just missed their meal
all because of fear that the food was
poisoned. There were still looking when
something strange happened.
The guy who just finished eating the rice
grabbed his neck as if trying to stop
something from going down his throat. He
fell to the ground and started shaking like a
cursed chicken, a foamy substance was
oozing from his mouth. All the Inmates
stood there watching in awe.
He kept gasping for breathe, jerking while
placing his hand on his chest. Suddenly, life
was drained out of him. He gave up and laid
lifeless on the ground.
“Warder come o, person don die” someone
shouted.
The prison warders all ran towards them
but they didn’t enter the prison.
“Oya make una leave that place, we go call
doctor” one of the men replied them and
wanted to go when he remembered
something.
“Mr. Jacobs, your lawyer wan see you”
Jacobs stood up and was led to another
room where barrister clement was waiting
for him. His left hand hung on a bandage
which was placed across his neck.
“Clement, how are you doing?” Jacobs
asked.
“Am okay, how are you faring in prison?”
clement asked.
“Its been tough but i’m managing. So what
brought you here?”
“Jacobs i dont know how to say this without
sounding like a bad friend” clement started.
“What is it?” Jacobs asked.
“I’m withdrawing from the case”
Amos was thinking about how his friend
would feel when he discovers that he failed
in the little assignment given to him. He
thought about the effect his failure would
have on grace. He couldn’t go back back to
David because he wasn’t sure if David would
have an extra reserve moreso, he wasn’t
sure if David would give him one of his most
precious chemicals, how he gave him about
an hour ago was still a suprise to him. All
these, Amos was thinking in a split-second.
He used all his thoughts as a motivation to
run after the bikeman.
He ran so fast like a gala seller chasing after
a driver who refused to pay him.
“Thief!! thief!! He shouted while running
after the bike. The bikeman looked back to
see the guy chasing him but before he could
concentrate on riding his bike, a driver ran
into him.
He fell down and the Benzodiazepine fell
from his hand.
He quickly got up and ran for his life.
Nobody wants to be lynched by an angry
mob.
Dr. Amos quickly ran and picked up the
Benzodiazepine, he ignored the staring eyes
and continued his journey.
By the time he got to his office, he had only
2hours left.
He went straight to the lab and started the
preparation of the antidote. Now that was
the tricky part. The antidote was supposed
to be greenish in colour but all the test were
giving him blue. He looked at his wrist
watch and he was left with 30minutes. He
looked at the Benzodiazepine, it was getting
empty. He read the text message Again and
he saw what he got wrong. The
Benzodiazepine was supposed to be added
in only two drops but he was busy pouring
it.
He followed the instruction and got a
‘bluish-green’ colour. ”
“This should be it” he said and ran back to
grace. He injected her the antidote and
nothing happened.
“I guess i just have to wait” he said

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