Transmutation
…The Devil in every Angel
Daniel Olas
Copyright 2015 Daniel Olas
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance of character and places and events is coincidental and should be treated as such.
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[email protected] It had a protagonist who seemed to get possessed. If you liked "The Matrix" you will find a similar theme here. Things are not as they appear.
This hero suddenly went off to kill a friend, succeeded, then found out the friend was still alive. He then was given certain information, had to fight, kill, and then was told that he had not been given the true facts. The protagonist ended up making the campus safer for others but at a price.
Table of Content
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
The Author and Other Books
PROLOGUE
“Tomorrow, I won’t be here again, the beast in me must be transmuted to keep the spirit of the dark eyes alive. This time, the sole mission is to maintain peace in the campus. In the past, we’ve caused havoc a lot; we’ve wrecked so many things and have sent so many souls into the world of shadows. And so, I want that same ‘we’ to bring peace and order back to the university.” I paused to caught breathe as I now feel being suffocated due to long moments of talking. To my right, is a young boy of nineteen sitting very close to me; filled with terror as he cuddled his knees to his bosom.
We are just eight in the room that confines us against the realities and all of us share almost the same pathetic story of survival through violence. Being the last to get confined, I was told to share my own story of reality as I may not have the least chance to share it again or go back to the real world.
In this dark room, darkness serves as an escape from the wicked but real world. The room that knows no sunlight; that allows not a fresh but stale air resulting from the long years of staying unkept. “The ‘aroma’ of sweet and fresh urine would be better than the one we breathe in as at now!” I had said last night when discussing the state of the room with one of my inmates.
Corruption lurks in every nook, but I’ve never thought it could be found in a place that is confined from the reality. I believe, reality is a door with a monster behind it and everyone has a door to unlock and a monster to wrestle with. I had wrestle with the exploitation monster in my own way that defies the laws of the land. And for those periods of battle; fighting to get freed but getting deep in the war, I’ve damned and deleted the word justice. I justified myself and that’s what that matters most to me.
Echoes of voices brought the crying of a new born baby. “From where?” All of us have asked each other in bewilderment. This must be the very height of wickedness, I’ve thought earlier. Thinking that a pregnant woman was also imprisoned. How wrong was I when I later learnt that, the lady; not yet a woman—but now a one—was a victim of rape by some prison warden!
So I concluded, there’s no place freed from the vast influence and tentacles of corruption. Even the law keepers are not justified. I have no words to describe them than the one I called ‘the holy devils, the corrupted angels!’ and so, I wasn’t remorseful for being here after all, I’ve came, I’ve seen and I’ve ultimately conquered! “Veni, vidi, vici!” our history lecturer would say after each day’s lecture.
I once read a poem that says prison is the most peaceful place to die. I had taken the poet to be a nincompoop but until I had spent months in here, waiting for a day like tomorrow; I’ve never realised the gospel and naked truth in his line. Exactly twenty months ago, I was the most gruesome undergraduate, a terror personified. With no parents again and the two most important people in my life killed, I only had the faces of those who wished me death during the period of my trials in the court. And when finally I was sent into this place with a verdict of death by hanging, nobody bother to wail, instead, all were smiling and congratulating each other on a job well done. And by tomorrow, none would bother to wail or throw themselves on the floor. It’s normal to see people leaving this place and never returning. You are either freed or condemned. “What a peaceful death!” How I wish just like me, everyone would know the day they would die and how they would die. That is just a reality that every man must try to be cognizant with but I bet, none, who’s sane would try to venture into what I did just to know the in-depth of this important reality—how and where am I going to die?
Before I could know all these, I had to dine with kleptomaniacs, walk with the bad guys, and drink in brotherhood with the dark world… I had to kill my worst enemy—fear! However, this wasn’t on my personal decision because, as a sane person, trying to be the normal human almost everyone is, I was afraid of opening that particular door not to talk of wrestling with the monster behind it.
I don’t care about mystical powers and some cosmic mysteries. What’s my own with killing my worst enemy when I’ve read one hundred and one books on how to manage your fears and stay successful. All I want is a successful career, to live to the dreams of my parents who’s last prayer was that I become a social figure, famous wealthy and a force to reckon with in the society, a lover of justice and God fearing! Unfortunately, it was the opposite; a change of destiny! I was famous, I wasn’t poor when I was the sub alpha of the Dark Eyes, and I was a force, in-fact, a beast to reckon with.
“But before I transmute the beast in me…” after a long pause, I continued. “…I would like to share my own story with you, the transmutation story of a sheep to a wolf, human to a beast, an angel to a demon. I’m going to tell you a story that draws the line between self-administration of justice and murderer, the tiny line between silence and violence, peace and war…”
“You already know my name to be JD, it’s a name acronym—my frat name—that actually means Johnson Dayo; known as Jaydee the sub-alpha, some twenty-two months ago. I’m just twenty-one years of age and oh... I will be twenty-two tomorrow!” I chuckled.
“The only son of my parents, they are late now and…”