The fight between the black axe and yellow submarines had just ended. Blood flowed freely from the slashed parts of the cold bodies that were lying on the ground, everywhere was as silent as the graveyard, and the crickets chirped continuously to mourn them.
Fela, a brother to the leader of the black axe, Kunle, was thought to have been dead and killed by the yellow submarines. The pain that seared through his heart couldn't leave, he thought of vengeance and notified the yellow submarines of a fight against them the following night.
Known as the notorious gang always ready to fight, they prepared themselves for the upcoming fight and fought blood for blood.
Lives had been lost, and all students of the University had ran away. Fela who was thought dead had heard of the bloody scene at the hospital where he was. He was so eager to know if his brother was alive and not dead. His heart raced faster as he got to the scene.
"Kunle," he whispered, his hands shaking uncontrollably as he saw the blood stained bodies of the two gangs. "Where are you?" He moved from one body to the other, staring into their faces.
There was a gunshot heard from afar. His heart almost jumped out as he turned back with bulgy eyes to see what had happened.
"Wake up, brother, it's time to eat," Kunle woke him up, with a smile on his face. "It is your matric day. You need to get out of bed, Fela," he said to him, swallowing the bits of bread in his mouth and miming to the song he was listening to.
"Huh?!" he exclaimed and buried his face in his bed, saying a short prayer of thanksgiving.
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Apata Victor
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