1:THE DARK TRUTH, A LETTER FROM MY MOTHER

A lovely morning and the weather forecast predicts dark storm and heavy rain today, it's surprising that today the world will experience yet another solar eclipse. Please remember to take an umbrella with you when you leave your house .spooky radio news advised that you take extreme care as you move about the city due to the supernatural phenomenon that happens in Benin metropolis, and most especially cases of people disappearing in the city especially on a solar eclipse.

A man turns of the radio,

'A wise man once said to me, bad news early in the morning is not a good way to start your day'

He looks in the bus mirror, his complexion was dark skin color, brown eyes , a middle age a man wearing a beret flat cap and stripe blue shirt sleeves, from the driver sitting position, he turned his head and look back ,it was a Toyota coastal bus up to 40 sitting capacity, various students sited in the school bus. School uniform was black long school cardigan, white collar long sleeve, black tie, dark brown pants and a black pair of shoe.

"Put on your sit belts everyone" a female teacher in grey suit, brown eye and a brown ponytail hair takes her sit plugging in her sit belt. Female student in the bus has pony tail hair with different color like dress code.

The school bus was black in color with a name KING CREST HIGH SCHOOL written on it.

The bus travels through the street, city and came to a slow stop in the middle of a bridge, cars in front hum their vehicle due to a hectic go- slow. Droplet of rain hits the school bus window, in an instant, from the bus window I saw, the sky turned black as night even though it yet midday, the goddess proved her reach, striking out at random as we scurried for cover. The curse was coming true, a dark cloud envelop the bright cloud, thunder claps roar across the sky,

my eyes shot open wider when an airplane traveling west suddenly came to a slow stop mid-way as if someone had pressed the 'pause' button, pedestrian walking fast to and fro suddenly stopped, barrage of heavy water fall of rain paused in mid air as if time itself has stop, birds flying pause, a huge bloodshot eye dark scary red, emerge from the dark cloud, eyeballed the city and eyeball the bus.

In an instant, A black void torn up the sky from the dark cloud, the bus, people and bridges drawn into the void, everything was teleported to another dimension.

Creak!

, was the sound of the bus falling into a mass of tall trees tangled by tree trucks and green vines. soon the trees branches let lose of the school bus as it falls to the ground,

Various sounds of screaming and shouting,

"my legs" my arms", I quickly check if Christabel was OK, lucky, she was however her eyes full of dread,quivering as she held onto me.

We came down from the bus, our eyes shot wide open, we could see vast land with huge mountains with monstrous dragons and creatures gliding in the air. Mountains hanging in the sky with huge green vines as bridge. It is as big as a city bridge. Towered sky scrappers and building that drifted from the city.

Suddenly the sky gradually faded lavished with blood lust red and a woman with six red eyes, horns jotting out of her head, her face gradually descends from the cloud with her body surrounded with red clouds. the bloody red sky began to envelop her with red clouds turning the red sky into a very high gigantic robe of red mixed with black. And she began to address everyone while floating in the sky.

"WELCOME, NEW SHEEP TO BE SLAIN, YOU SHALL EXPERIENCE DESPAIR, PAIN AND MISERY, TWELVE CHALLENGES YOU MUST FACE AND YOU MUST PASS. WHO EVER WINS THIS CHALLENGES AMONG YOU, THE PORTAL TO YOUR WORLD SHALL BE OPEN TO YOU. ITS A COLD BLOODED SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST . YOUR FIRST CHALLENGE WILL BE IN THE CLASSROOM OF DEATH.

LET THE GAMES she lifted her hands to the sky. BEGIN.

Suddenly ,a tremble from the ground, a roar began to shake the sky, the ground torn up with creatures and a huge school in red colors ascends to the sky.

A girl tries to comfort a dog, a puppy, the puppy was drinking from a pool, she pets the puppy in the head and suddenly, dread envelop everyone of us, how feet began to quiver just looking at her. She stare back at us perplexed not even knowing what had just happened to her. Her friend shaking pointed her finger at her.

She looks down, her leg and her arms were bitten off. She suddenly realized that her body was gone

Haaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaa, she screams in pain as she tries to look at the dog.

Munch! Munch! Munch! The dog chew her body with red eye and suddenly the dog's head grew big as he bites off her head to her torso remaining her other half with blood splattering into the air. At that instance, our eyes misled us as we notice couple of red eyes grim at us. We all started to run in TO THE CLASSROOM OF DEATH.

ARK ONE-BLOODY MARTA

12years ago.

"WHO SO EVER SHALL READ AND MENTION THE PHRASE" BLOODY MARTA" SHALL EXPERIENCE A CURSE OF MARTA INVITING HER TO YOUR HOME AND SHALL SURELY DIE.

"WHO SO EVER SHALL STAND IN MARTA'S WAY TO PREVENT THE CURSE SHALL SURELY DIE.

These where the words, the phrase, the sentence written and spoken that killed 10million people in one night and you reading this story is in great danger of death, I am writing this words to you shuddering in great fear. The world has to know, millions are going to die night, I need to warn anybody I possibly can. My story came to life. Who so ever reads experience a curse but there is a way. If you are reading this story, listen attentively, you can still be saved.

Standing in a mass of people wearing a blank expression of distraught, pain, despair, sadness in a cemetery suited in black in tears over her, the lady who loved me beyond recompense. The gloomy pregnant clouds in prefect agreement with my sad soul. A perfect time to experience a barrage of a billion heavy water droplets, that if it will cleanse me from my revengeful atrocities, redemption from cruelty.

Karma is such a cruel bitch, all the souls I sent to hell are whimpering death verdict against me, there are many ills that I have committed in life, I know hell will warm me because of their cry's.

I am kurosaki Ejiro famed as the devil's son, it all began at a Young age of seven. I experienced the dreads of malevolence, it's colorful scene marred and stained by dark-brown blots of violent blood. The man I once smiley called father, the one I knew better off than other families, proud of, When my father and I walked together in the street of ibiwe metropolis. There are people who would call out to him praising and paying their respect, not only because he was a cop, but truly believing in him and his sense of justice.

Why was he not smiling today? His forehead drenched in sweat, with a quivering hand he brought a glass of whiskey to his lips and drank heavily as though he was parched. From the bottle he immediately poured another. afraid, quivering violently. I know my mum could be a nag but my father irresponsibly blames her for his failures he became a stranger to me as he stood in a pool of blood.

"What did you do? Did I not warn you woman? Not to do anything without my permission".

Those were the words that were said to my mother as he strikes her face with the back of his hands, he sends a powerful and anger filled kick to her stomach.

I hold onto his leg pleading with him, he sends a free slap across my cheek, kicked me to a corner. My mother's thoughts at that time was to protect his only son, she shielded me against her back.

Goosebumps started to cover my arms because of the chill of malevolence that hung in the air.

My mother crawled away pitifully from his grasp weeping until her back hits the wall and she could flee no further. She was terrified so afraid and hurt, the coward of my father revealed for what he truly his.

He grab a fistful of her hair and dragged her forward with the back of his hand, he strikes her across the face sending her to the floor grabbing her throat pinned against a wall.

"Where is it? What did you do? Answer me you bitch".

He sends powerful punches on her face, i watched in dread as he extracted a great amount of satisfaction as he drew his fist back and rammed her nose across her face.

Slasp!

Blood splatters to the pictures and portraits of the family covered on the wall. Picture of me in my smart dark coats and little shorts with pictures of my beautiful mother and father.

My brown eyes immediately filled with tears as my mother wails in immense pain, her body shuddering, being hit continuously to the face was most unpleasant punches anyone could suffer.

My mother overwhelmed by pain as Distinct cracks as her bone around her eyes fractures.

That was the rise of violence in my family and it continued for a short while until she died. Then it was my turn to experience distraught.

The cops said it she was poison however the case was closed rather too quickly claiming it was heart attack. I never bought that story. My father's best friend, a forensic doctor in the police department I was suspicious off however no basic evidence to point anything and what can a child do.

Shortly after the funeral of my mum, my dad brought a fornicator of a mistress to the house. My thoughts were invalid. My eyes wide open when I saw wedding photo this woman brandish the house.

When was this marriage was conducted, no clue. Or knowledge of wedding plans or arrangement. my mother's photo were removed and Burt to ash by her and the only memento of her I had was a sketchbook she used in her school to teach and a photo of her. Her sketchbook was the only treasure I had that made me happy, I could draw scene of happy thoughts, how i wanted life to be me in the future. I decided to become a webtoon artist. It was my window to escape from a harsh family distraught.

My step mother dealt with me, a red eye of despair, beating, hunger, I couldn't run because the cops will find me and bring me home. She pretends a wolf in sheep clothing. I had to survive days without food. I became so used to the violence that I had unconsciously created a defensive pose around me when bullied in school, especially Kelvin the son of a wealthy family, leader of delinquents in my school, he nicknamed me the scum of the class and that was the name the whole school began to call me. The fearful scum of the class however something change.

I was 15 years old in middle school when something drastic changed, I found out a certain truth. My step mom came back from work drunk like always.

"Why are you still alive? you and your mother are are responsible for my childlessness."

She poured out her frustration on me and the she tried to tear of the sketch book. I dragged with her and she Brandish my head with her bottle. A letter fell off from the sketch book. I had never noticed it. A letter from my mum secretly hidden. I open it and it says

"Dear son, if you are reading these letters, that means I am dead, you have to know the truth about that night your dad and I fought. Your grandmother, my mother was a woman born of wealth and a bloodline of royalty, she had many kids for many men due to her lavish life style, and she was beautiful, blonde hair, ocean eyes, and fair skin like me. I was the last child and her favorite. She was a generous woman who spends her money on her relatives and family.

Soon she was stroke down with cancer and all those that eat from her table like dogs abandoned her in the hospital. I took care of her a while in the hospital and then she died. My step brothers and sister hated me because I was her favorite and tried to marry me off to a noble man who had four wives. But I refused, in those times of distraught, your father came to my into my life. He was a friend to one of my brothers boston who showed concerns about my welfare unbeknownst to me that they were fraud Like a politician he was. I married your father, he was never around to support me even when he knew I was in labor with you. He told me not to speak about it because he was working for his family as an officer of the law.

I started investigating his whereabouts with a private investigator, I found out a shocking truth. Your father was married to a woman long before I married him in other words I was the mistress. He married me because my brothers learnt that my mother had willed all her wealth to me and my son on the condition that I must be married and if possible have a son to reclaim those vast lands and wealth. The family lawyer had conspired to steal what belongs to me and then slowly poison my food. I was hospitalized in your fathers friend hospital in pretends to treat me of a disease however I am slowly being killed to death. I am weak and so I write this to let you know in this secrecy and as a matter of urgency. Such is life, live son, no matter what, you must live, I am so sorry I won't be alive to walk you down the marriage hall holding that beautiful lady. Like telenovel movies, I had a dream to see my children in marriage gown. I have hidden some large truck of money and a list of names of those relatives In a safe box. Just know then just in case they approach you, you must never stay close or befriend them. Just run away, I feared they might want to hurt you to conceal the truth . Always remember I will always love you son. Mummy Valentina.

This truth I found out was so shocking, i froze dumbfounded, my heart became cold as ice, I never felt this amount of rage before, my mind rage with murder and revenge. I approached my step mother in anger.

"Oh you found out, oh poor child, how does it feel, your wealth and love one taking from you, that's how I felt when your mother took my man from me, that's why I had to create a scenario to kill her and take all she had from her. I know that feeling all too well. So what are you going to do about it, no one will ever believe you with that letter of yours "she mocked me and laugh why playing with her phone. i was confused, I have had enough."I am going to kill her".