Chapter 3 2.

"WHAT THE HELL!!!" I revert back to find why Darth, my dear friend who seems to be in his "it's_about_to_go_down" mood rushes to the door to meet a lady but now screaming like he sees death.. I walk towards him.

"Holy shittt!!" I say at the top of my voice, about Death? seems like we both are seeing death.

"Shit," I say.

_"what do we do?" Darth says to me like he turned five years old again.

_"get your shit together," I say as I get out of the door to bring her body.

~A Dead Body~

A female, probably in her late teens, a wig on her head, a flat shoe, with a dark singlet but braces in a dark coat, her lips seem to be getting dry, her eyes widened and a hole at the back of skull with blood all over her back and my walls.

Darth is unable to move or talk, "Darth! Darth!! Darth!!!, man, come on!!!" I yell in whisper as I drag her body to the center of my room, and rushes out to put away the blood in my corridor, I rush down to take my red paint, a gloss and pour it all over my corridor.

A neighbor passes by and says "well_done ooo brother, please clean your paints before the kids comes back from school" she says to me.

I try to smile but I didn't get any and sweat seems to be pouring on me, I'm not even suppose to sweat, it's December, it's harmattan,.

I wash off the paints and blood as clean as I can, I haven't been this hardworking or serious in years.

I walk in back to find Darth the same way I left him about 45 minutes ago, "you gotta be kidding me" I say as I walk up to him and land him a couple of slaps to his right cheek, repeatedly and fast.

"Wake up!!! Man, now is not the best time to play moron" I yell

_"what did I do?, what have I done?, we are going to jail, we are going to be killed, My mom would be so ashamed to see me in jail...Hybrid help!!!" He keeps ranting as I land him a blow to his mouth.

"Stop it!!!" I yell as I hit a fist into one of my board placed on an easel, it crumbles and wood splatters on the floor.

"Let's call the police" Darth says sobbing.

"Are you fucking mad?!! My handprints are over her fucking dead body, I don't know who the fuck she is! And I already moved her to my room out of fear, clean off her blood with my rags and burnt them...are you trying to set me up here? Plus we are in fucking Nigeria, who cares?, we would be thrown to jail for the rest of our lives and my mother can't loose me now, I'm the only son remember? I yell angrily

Darth looks like he is seen a ghost, I bet we both are... I push him to stagger as he falls on the dead body.

"What's that for? man" he says to me.

"Now, she has your finger prints too, you are not going to bring a mess to my home and leave me to it!" I yell.

"Fuck you, Hybrid," he says as he hits me in the face

"I can take that," I mutter as I spit out blood, damnn he must have my lips broken.

_"I'm sorry" he says gaining his stance

_"I'm not," I say.

_"what do we do now?"

_" I don't know"

_"Hybrid, you always have a solution, now is a good time to use all that IQ," he says to me as he walks past me and round the body.

_"who is she?" I ask.

_"her name is Cynthia, she is the same girl, I was supposed to come bang, the same one who texted me, I met her online some few days ago..." He says

"Few days??? You gotta be kidding me" I yell at him

"Where's her phone?" I say as we dig up her bags and her pocket to find no phone.

"What do we do now?" He looks at me like I'm Google.

"I guess we wait till night and we dispose her body alright?"

"Sounds like a plan" he says.