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Chapter 10 - 10 - Take

"Let's follow the course of recovery."

The professor started. His nose twirling and his ears and eyes calculating. He had been trying to be so patient for them and it had worked so far. He had learnt majority of his skills from himself. He was a self-trained fellow and was proud of it.

He looked from the cleft of the hill he was standing on, there were quite the numbers of people at attendants. If he was to count, they should be thousands at that time.

He was getting more followers every passing day. He didn't know how the news even got to them about him.

That day, many ships arrived at the shore of the island and most people who came through the ships claimed to be his followers. That was soothing.

They had found a better spot for that troublesome convict and the pack was at the prime of sanity that time.

He knew that as time would go on, such fellows like him would rise and would want to bring down the joy and purpose of the gathering. Hell of a twist.

He would be prepared for them too.

All the thousands of followers he had were seating on the earth. None of them complained.

The fact was, majority of the folks who had come to join were bunches of extrinsically rich atheist. They didn't care whether they were in good states or not.

They strongly believed in the fact that the aliens would arrive earth and fulfil their promises.

The professor had warned them regarding disbelief that twould never give anything but heartache. He would end all by saying,

"I'm sure that you don't want to have that, do you?"

He looked ahead of him. The pangs of the sun from the West was becoming suicidal and he couldn't ignore.

He was always in a caftan, varieties of colors though. A pair of sneakers and a hat. That was all his deal.

That day, he was having a brown caftan on, a pair of white sneakers and a black hat. He hated fashion. He believed that it's,

"A lofty uproar of shenanigans that tames your instinct and bound you to stereotypes that wears out by time."

He sneezed and cleared his throat. There was a silvery silence. He had people who would have the people keep quiet.

And about disseminating the informations accurately, his voice of course was not loud enough to address thousands of people at a time.

Therefore, wherever his audibility gets to, those who were there would tell to the next person and the next person would tell the next person and on and on till twould get to the last row of the congregation.

That was why, whenever he did speak, he would have to let their be an interval for all of them to be able to make meaning of it.

And those who were unable to get the message, would get it from their friends after the session of the meeting had expired.

He actually used to have the people in sects. Like he would address the first 200 or 500 firstly then would go on like that till he would be through with the list.

But most times, he ended up exhausting himself and the times he should be reading and studying to prepare himself for the attack and how to save his followers, he would be resting or attending to never ending questions.

No questions were meant to be asked, except super serious ones. That was why he loved to speak logically and play around the points when he tried to explain.

"I think we should have a house for all of us. Something like a church or hall!"

A man from probably the twelfth row screamed. You'll easily discern that he put more than much effort in ensuring that the message got to the professor.

"Thank you."

The professor said and the murmurs died down. They respected him a lot. He was organized, even than the fooking system and government.

He knew what to say when to say it. He knew how to make people forget about their worries and damn! He had answers to all the questions they could think of.

"About the recovery, houses are not the things of worth. Only if you would build them from Cedar and boabab and several other types of trees, and cover them with thatched rooms or bamboo stalks. Do not forget, no technological products."

"We're not running a lobster Ave."

A woman called from amongst the crowd. They all laughed.

Whether twas funny or not. People easily get bored sitting. Though majority were amused by what the professor says, but others made humor out of what even a dumb cricket knows lacked luster.

"Funny but true. For recovery, we should have all that matters. And that's a house or hall or building made from woods. Like our early fathers used to do."

He said. He waited for a while, observing the interval, then continued,

"For discovery, the Alien machines should be here in 2 weeks."

"2 what? I haven't fucked before."

A teen, probably 16 called from amongst the crowd too. Everyone bursted out laughing.

As soon as the laughter waned out and the professor was going to speak, a fat woman, probably granny screamed in response to the boy,

"Come to mommy, boy."

She said, shaking her super heavy titties and smiling too, revealing the dirty set of teeth.

Everyone laughed as the boy fought his way amongst the crowd to meet the woman.

The professor didn't know when he fell for the polished charade and chuckled.

As he waved them off to be quiet, he noticed some unusual movements around.

Before he could figure out what was happening, he had one of the men in the crowds screamed,

"Vermins!!!!"

Everyone stood up and blocked the way to the position of the professor. They stood in ties and tiers, maintaining the strengths of the rows.

Then gunshots were heard but the people were unmoved.

They called the cops Vermins, because of the professor had said that most of them hunt preys not curb crimes. He said it ain't their faults, 'what can a puppet do?'. He would add.

There were struggles between the cops and the fellows. They were not ready to let them go. How would they take their savior away.

When the professor noticed that the cops were going to make an example of the crowds to instill fear in the rest, he decided to speak. That was the way they had been trained. He should die for his sheep not other way round.

"Peace!!!!! "

He screamed as others echoed it till the message was transported to all.

First impression first, he continued,

"Violence is not a thing. It ain't the question of who is the most powerful. It's about the weak feigning to be powerful."

He said, as the fellows slurped the words as though twas some cups of coffee.

"Let them come for the prey. It only ends in a place."

"The Court!!!!"

The congregation shouted and paved the way for the cops who went to apprehend the professor.

"Don't bother looking for me. I'll be back."

The professor said as he was cuffed and taken away.