Chapter 18

ALVIN RAYOR

Shortly after my spar with Bianca which I lost 2 to a defeating zero, Terrence pulls me to the side "Follow me" he says while leading me to the waterfall. Standing on the shore, he gazes at me intently. After a few seconds of mutual gazing , he disappears and appears behind me, kicking towards my head. My body moves on its own, dropping down and proceeding to sweep his leg. My leg hits nothing but some rocks. I see him again in front of me, his leg already hammering on my defenseless back. I hit the ground hard, splitting my lip. He speaks "First lesson, fight with intent! Right now, any recruit that has faced a Zarkian will wipe the floor with you. You cannot leave any openings or opportunities to be the one on the floor. Now stand! " Getting up and wiping my training outfit- a gold tracksuit that Bianca gave me a few hours ago- I try to duplicate Rin again. Nothing works. Mumbling to myself, I frown "Screw it!" I kick at his chest, and immediately I'm flung like a ragdoll; His voice booms: "Second lesson, your powers will fail you if you are not at self peace. You have to balance your body, mind, soul and spirit. To that extent, I will teach you the art of Tai Chi"

"Yoga?" I ask.

"No, Tai Chi"

"That's Yoga"

"No it's not"

"Yes it is"

Facepalming, he covers the distance between us and strikes. I parry his punch with my palm. Going for a quick jab to his abdomen, he appears behind me again. This time, I lunge forward, his leg hitting hard ground. Turning to face him, he speaks again "Third lesson, don't die." And then he reappears behind me, I turn and punch but he ports(short for teleport) again, kicking my head hard. I fall to the ground. "It's not Yoga, It's Tai Chi. The martial art your mum taught me."

DOPPEL ADEDAYO

I wake up in a dark room, strapped to a chair. There is no source of light. I've given up on any thought of escape. I think she does it on purpose, coming to me once every 2 hours, with her revolutionary idea, or so she calls it, waiting for me to break or falter. But if my Nigerian roots taught me anything, it's that these type of people will stop at nothing for what they want. So you gotta give it to them. After that, it's a 50/50 chance on whether they kill you or not. She will be here in about 15 minutes. After all, maybe this type of situation was why my mother trained my internal clock. That or the fact that she had already misplaced about 7 clocks, 5 watches and 2 alarms. Don't ask me how. I don't know either. I was tempted to buy a grandfather clock once to see if she could lose it. 5 minutes now. One thing I know Is that whether my plan works or not, I come out of this place dead or alive. But I don't fear death. 3 years in a secluded village taught me that. Staring at the door, I watch as instead of the lady that comes every day, it's a shadow. Don't ask me how I can see a shadow. But I don't like the shivers that I'm getting on my body. This is bad.