Elvis

Episode 3

Monday
09:50

The test is about to start, students can be seen entering in anticipation of the test. Elvis is about 5 minutes out; he woke up late due to the midnight calls he did the previous night. He ran as he tried to keep up with the time, his friends didn’t sleep in the room overnight so there’s no one to wake him up. He was sweating like a Christmas goat as he grinded to a halt in front of the hall, he joined the queue and tendered his Identification card as he entered the hall.

“Where is your drawing board” a thick voice startled him which turned out to be one of the lecturers who’s invigilating the exam.
He looked around and realized he’s the odd one out since every student has arranged their drawing sheet neatly on their drawing board, patiently waiting for the commencement of the exam.

“Eh…Em…..sir, I dropped it somewhere sir” he replied after some lightyears of silence.

“Mr man, get out, come back when you are ready for the test” the lecturer barked
He dashed out of the exam hall to get the board.

“Pass the question to the next person beside you…..if there’s any discriminating material on you its better you do without them now for………” echoed after him as he ran out of the big hall for his board.
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He walked out of the location grinning. He decided to while away the time in canteen. The canteen is at a safe distance from the hall. He ordered some snacks, took a sit beside the window where he can enjoy the scenery of the whole event. He smiled as a student rushed towards the location, maybe he wants to read.
“Sorry boy”
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Elvis searched frantically for the board where he had placed it, after several minutes of searching, he had given up and was about sitting on the floor in resignation when he saw his board at the base of the large pillar. ‘How did it get their’ he thought.

He rushed towards it and picked it up, he was about to turn back to leave when he saw something blinking. He looked closer and saw
00:05:25 which changed to 00:05:24 and keeps on reducing every second, it looks like a timer of some sort. What timer is it?
He dragged away the materials covering the object, he went numb for a minute when he remembered he do see this in Hollywood movie, oh it’s a bomb. He ran out of fear, looked around in anxiety and ran back in again, what I’m I to do?
He tried to pull out the bomb and then discovered that it is fastened to a metal railing around the pillar, he can’t pull it out.
He must alert everybody. Now the timer is 00:03:20 and counting.

He ran towards the exam hall shouting at the top of his voice. He barged into the exam hall
“Mr. Man, I told you not to come back when you are not yet ready for the exam, now get….” The troubling lecturer barked again.
“Sir, sir, there is…..there is….bomb….under the hall” he managed to reply breathlessly
The word ‘bomb’ was not taking slightly by the students, those within hearing range of Elvis has started jumping and causing commotion.

“wetin happen?”
“wetin he talk”
“shey he no dey do test ni?”
And other rhetorical questions were been thrown around by some student.
Elvis seeing the commotion he had caused, some students are already leaving in haste, objects are been thrown in the air, yet some students at the back are oblivious of what is happening at the far front.
Maybe he can drag the bomb out……
He rushed out of the hall to the bomb location, now the timer is 00:01:02 and counting, he gave it one last pull, he put a leg on the pillar and pulled the metal holding the bomb with all his might, it felt like he’d trying to pull the pillar itself. The metal is not bulging.
00:00:25 00:00:24 00:00:23

He must get out of here, he left the railing and decided to run out, he turned and fell to discover his leg is stuck in between the pillar and the metal railing. He furiously tried to break himself free. He succeeded after some minutes.
00:00:11 00:00:10 00:00:09

He ran out of the building as the beeping from the bomb got louder.
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He stirred in his seat when he saw the student ran out of there shouting at the top of his voice. He’s too far away to hear what the student is shouted about, the student ran into the hall and he saw some students hastening out of the hall.
“F–k” he muttered “The board” why didn’t he think of that possibility.

Students are already gushing out of the hall like water from a dam that collapsed; he kept on cursing under his breath wishing the bomb to go off immediately.

Some people are already gathering at a distance from the hall, they consist mainly of students rushing out of the hall who are relaying different dimension of rumours to the few bystanders gathering increasingly.
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He ran as fast as his athletic legs would carry him; his heels are touching his head. As he ran, he’s shouting at the top of his voice for students to back off, the already gathered bystanders at a safe distance moved further backward, some students are still trying to get out of the hall, the rush with which they are trying to get out of the hall made there to be a kind of hold-up in their escape quest. Some fell, some were trampled on, and some got stuck all for survival.

He heard a loud bang, and a crashing sound.

The force of the impact sent out a gust of wind carried by the dispersion waves. He felt himself flying, he felt he’s falling, his head hit something. Darkness rushed towards him and engulfed him.
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A job well done even with the commotion created already. He was however intrigued by the student who saved and reduced the casualties of his plan. He stood up, readjusted his sunshades and walked out of the restaurant. He walked towards the young man who had been knocked out by the blast from the bomb.

“What a cute young man” he said raising the head of the unconscious boy examining him like a prized asset.

Now is the time for some fun and some warm p—y, He stood up and left the scene. Walking like a child who’s anxious to show his nice result to his parents.