The guard comes through the door in all black with his face covered. He's holding a semi automatic. "Did you bite him?" he waves the gun towards mama. I drop in front of her and Simisola pushes her head to the carpet. "She didn't do it!" Simisola yells. "Get the nigga! He's stir crazy!"
"Mama," Ubayd heaves. "I forgive you!"
"Are you fucking with me!" she screams. "Bisifatay allah shahidan atamanaa an tamut fi alqirafi!"
"Don't touch my mama!"
"Whatever the fuck is going on in here--" the guard faces us while Ubayd limps towards the door. I can't get up fast enough, by the time the door shuts. I can't open it.
"FUCK!"
"Is the door locked?" the guard pushes me to the side. "No…" he grabs the handle and jerks on it. "There's magic in this room. " he looks at me. "Welcome to the fucking pet shop. I'm Mokiri, a fucking black Labrador. My sister is a poodle."
"Don't pet me!"
"I can't open the door from this side." he looks at the corners of the room. "You don't even have a vent either."
"Didn't y'all make the damn room?" I lean on the hall. "I didn't help build it. You don't even-- wait," he walks over to the plug to the right wall. "I could probably take that out. You have the tv in here and your werewolves."
"Excuse me, are you helping?"
"I don't wanna be here…" the man takes off his mask. "My name is Igor Soskic."
"So you work here?" mama pushes Simisola off. "Hal yumkinuk an tadaeani atanafas!"
"I bet if you tear the wall down, you can escape."
"No!" yells mama. "That is some simple shit!" she scoots away from Simisola. "You think I'm letting a russian take me to freedom. It doesn't make sense!"
"So be it," Igor shrugs.
"aibni aidaaeir takhalaa liltaw ean kuli amla kayf yajru allah ealaa an urahi hadha khataiyun fi iinjab almazif min alatfali. Qalat li umiy la tatasakae hawl hawula alawlad alafariqat aunzur alan ayn ana!"
"What's she's saying?
My sister and I both shrug. "I think I have a knife."
"You're going to cut the wall with a knife? Simisola looks at me. "I think the plan might work. Hey!" he turns looking at me. "Come here."
"don't go over there…" she grabs my hand. "I'm not moving!"
She waltzes over and looks at him cutting around the plug. "I actually did this before." he says. "Sola! Get away from there!"
As Simisola tries to move away. He grabs her leg, "Hold on."
"Let go of my daughter!"
"I got it. I want her to see--"
"Mokiri your sister!"
I grab my sister by the arm and try to get Igor's hand off her foot. I hear a pop and Igor is foaming at the mouth. I let Simisola go and the lights in the room go dark. "WHAT IN THE SHIT!"she wiggles her ankle. "My leg!"
"Was that the plan?"
"MY FUCKING LEG!"
"Mokiri! Check the door." I go to the door and pull on the handle. No good. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE POINT!"
The wall is pure wallpaper? I scratch against it until my nail nag something. "Mama… the wall isn't real!"
"What--WHAT WAS THAT!"
"I don't know, the smartest dumb thing." Something blue catches my eye. "It's a camera."
"I don't understand." Simisola cries. "I wanna leave--what is touching me?"
"They have cameras on us…"
"WHAT IS TOUCHING ME!" I hear thumbs and thuds. "Oh my god…" sounds mama. "Simi! Check the guards pockets for a flashlight."
"Mokiri are you ok?"
"I'm fine."
"GET THE FUCK--IS IT A RAT!"
"What are you--"
"SOMETHING IS TOUCHING--AHHH!"
"Sola!"
"ZOMBIE!"
I keep searching the wall and a wire or other zaps my fingers. The lights blink. I tear off more wallpaper. Another zap, I pick up moaning in the room. "Oh shit."
"They don't do anything."
"Lord…"
More wallpaper, some zaps, I will die like that. Growling, something touches me. I get away from the wall. "What!"
"Something touched you!" Simisola screams. "And me!"
"Help…" sounds a gurgled voice. I back away and trip on something. "Help…"
Miraculously, the light flicker on. My heart drops at the sight of wolves mangled in wires. One slobs on it'self. "Please…"
"I can't--"
"What…" Simisola grabs mama away. "A body…" says the wolf that's still alive. "Give him to me…" he sticks out his broken finger. He gestures at Igor under my legs. "Give me him."
"Are you wolves?" says Simisola. "Not yawa's" he speaks. "Whose?" asks mama. He breathes slowly, "Chia Pet…"
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Amalaric Studies
Speechless Spellcasting
The Power of Word is the bible itself. But the origins come from rappers. Being able to twist rhythm and reason into melodies. Aleigha Bibilo founded it being inspired by his daughter Shikki Bibilo.
Shikki constructed the power of Word through basic English like grammar and homonyms.
Rap is a great way to use it and as this class carries on you will learn about the usage of STRING. Stringing along words together to make music is different from Shutter or GASP.
GASP is one word at a time. Shutter, Shikki's method, is catching the String before it falls. While some Strings can be timed, long strings can be used during rites. It covers more than just one thing and incorporates forms of soul music and blues.
What makes the Power of Word word is the emotion in it. The intent has to back up the lyric to give it direction. One of the first lessons that will be covered in SS is speech. Hopefully many are taking poetry or should be wise in studying it, especially when using string.
Rap is the foundation but even slam poetry is a great method tied with the power of word. Nicholas Whitehead was a slam poet during Shikki's trial. His poetry moved the courtroom to push Mable Harper to execution. Even though she escaped and was inevitably killed by Aleigha B.
Nicholas had a you tube channel full of his slam poems. Mable was able to access the internet while imprisoned and copied many of his poems.
It is a theory and myth that says Mable resurrected herself once Aleigha placed the order.