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C6 The Defense Mechanism

“We’re free!” Ify laughed happily, pulling Naeto’s hands and jumping about.

Naeto laughed, a happy smile on his handsome face as he watched her. Everywhere was bright like they were encircled by the sun's dazzling light.

Ify felt a presence behind her and she turned, still holding onto Naeto’s hands.

“Aisha!” she exclaimed happily, ”We’re free!”

Aisha stared at her expressionless. Aisha seemed faraway, like she was not part of the light.

“Aisha?” Ify called again, her happiness inching a tone down.

Aisha raised a brown, ”Free?” she responded.

“We’re not free, we can never be free.”

“What do you…” Ify stopped short, noticing the change of environment. They were no longer in the light, they were now like Aisha, dark.

They were back in the hostage room.

Ify gasped, tears filling her eyes. She turned to face Naeto and she discovered he was no longer there, she had been holding thin air. Feeling weird, she turned back immediately to Aisha but Aisha was no longer there.

She was alone.

“Alone in your delusion.” Aisha’s voice echoed in the silent room with Aisha no where to be found.

“We are not free. We'll never be free! Face it!”

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Ify opened her eyes, staring into darkness. Wierd dreams were something she was accustomed to. Her dreams never bothered on normal.

She closed her eyes, rejecting the dream silently. She would be free, Naeto would be free, Aisha would be free, the rest of them would be free. She was sure of that.

Some weird dream would not make her pessimistic.

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At a police station…

“Please have you found anything on my daughter? Have you found my daughter?” A woman asked hopefully.

“No ma. We haven’t.” the policeman on duty, replied.

The woman flared up.

“Everytime I come here, the same reply: No,we haven’t! Are you people even doing your job! My child is missing, children are missing! And you tell me; No, we haven’t! Eh?” the woman shouted.

A man, the woman’s husband, held her back as she inched towards the policeman who moved back immediately.

“Do you even know the name of my child? Do you?” the woman added,tears flowing freely down her face.

“Ma...” the policeman tried to explain reasonably to the woman as the situation was an embarrassing one for him.

“I’m really sorry ma but it is not in my jurisdic...”

“Jurisdiction, my foot!” the woman interrupted sharply, holding up a hand and freeing herself from her husband.

“The next time I come here, I want my daughter found. Her name is Ifunanya. Ifunanya Catherine Obiakor.”

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“So dramatic.” Mr Sam commented, a wry smile on his face, watching the woman walk out of the station with her husband. He glanced at the man in the glass office to his right, surrounded by computer’s and wires. He looked back to his own system, closing the live footage of the station he had been watching.

He looked back at the man, sir Auctor. He had not moved for the past ten hours, he just sat there, so focused, watching the children.

Sir Auctor narrowed his eyes at the screen, watching the chaos in the captives room.

He shrugged. It would definitely make things more interesting.

He had great plans for them. This children would be great. They would be the greatest of all his works.

“Sir Auctor.”

Mr Sam had been calling him for quite some time.

He hated disturbances when he was working. Focus was very important.

“Yes, dear Sam.You know how much I hate being interrupted. Now what is it?”

Mr Sam stood up immediately and bowed.

“I’m so sorry sir. It would not happen again.” Mr Sam apologized.

“I know.” sir Auctor muttered under his breath.

“I just wanted to ask if you want anything with the children?”

“No.” Sir Auctor replied, his eyes locked on the still shouting children, ”Something quite interesting is happening here.”

“And sir…” Mr Sam added hesitantly.

Sir Auctor gave a sigh but said nothing.

“And I also wanted to ask if you have made any progress.”

Sir Auctor glanced at the laptop next to him.

Progress he definitely has made.

•••••••••••••••••

The children sat in groups as usual. Some engaged in quiet discussions, some very surely planning the next evil to perpetrate, some moping in their misery.

Why was it so difficult for them to accept their hopeless situation? Why was it so difficult for them to accept that they were doomed?

False hope. Like the girl named Ify, so confident that they were going to make it out alive.

Perhaps it was false hope that kept her and her friends; the so much admired trio; from falling into depression.

They were all acquainted but yet when the meal came, they acted like savages. Fighting blindly and wildly, tearing each other’s skins and using their fellow acquaintances as foot mats; all for a little share of food.

The bully of course would not pull himself down to behave like the rest. His pride could afford no trampling.

And so, a smart move but yet selfish and wicked, he waited until the savage act was committed and then he, their lord and master, collects his taxes.

Was the bully always that insensitive? That in a difficult situation as theirs, he couldn’t offer the least bit of comfort?

One would say it was the human's reaction to difficult situations. But then every human had the ability to reason.

Where did some of ours go?

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