Mr. Eric was the best boss I ever had, he was kind, funny, generous and probably the richest man in Africa, ‘probably’, because nobody knew his true worth. He made his money selling diamonds in the black market and had a weird knack for predicting the future. Every major sporting event and every election, if it mattered, Mr. Eric knew the outcome.
Last week he made a prediction on the champions league, he was close, but wrong, we didn’t care, but he did, he became paranoid. I thought he was mad, until today.
The floor shook, the lights flickered and every electronic went dead, “they’ve come for me” he said, then he ran. Out of thin air emerged 4 humanoid silhouettes brandishing strange guns, “Eric Nwaigwe!” they screamed, unleashing bright lights of great heat that set the room on fire, not giving him a chance to respond. I hid and watched in horror as opposing streams of light traversed the room, the humanoids strutting and firing their weapons, only seeking cover when Eric fired back his strange gun, cutting one of them down.
“Come to me!” He said, I crawled under the blasts to him and shut the door as he threw a grenade in. Stunned, I couldn’t speak until we made it to his car, as he drove he said, “Diamonds are worthless where I’m from, so I took some of it and came here, where it’s worth trillions. They’re police, and no, I didn’t steal the diamonds. It’s just illegal to travel, by coming here I broke the law.”
A light beam exploded the tire, flipping our car. Hanging upside-down by my seatbelt, I again saw four humanoids approaching, phasing through obstacles.
“Where are you from?” I asked, terrified.
He answered, “The year 2645”.
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interesting story, i hope you get shortlisted
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