Omega (Book 2)

It was the beginning of a new semester and Harold Girard, Trisha McLeon and Wilkes Milton were in their second year in Golden Lake University.The sun shone brighter than ever, welcoming both the old and new students who were causing series of cacophonies here and there all around the school. They were happy to see their mates — and partners, too, after the holiday. At least, most of them were. Someone wasn't and that person was…A sleek limousine drove through the school's gate and down the long road. To its left and right were students in bright colours of shirts, extremely short Mini skirts and long baggy jeans — which happened to be what was trending at that moment — hugging one another, squealing in joy and walking to the new hostels assigned to them. They were also eager to see who their knew roommate was.The limousine which reflected the brilliance of Golden Lake's sun drifted round a corner and came to a halt, not minding t

As Harold pulled his travelling bag behind him, what the athletic student that had been at his front on the queue said began to bother him.If they were keeping tabs on a student or a group of students, what was their motive? If they felt that the student(s) was/were up to no good then there was trouble looming round the corner. Harold felt nauseous.He stopped on his tracks and took out his phone. Before swiping the screen open, the corner of his left eye caught the dark-skinned student walking to the first building. That meant he was in his third and final year in Golden Lake University.The second, where Harold and Wilkes had stayed in last session, was for the first years and since they were having a meeting at that particular time, it was pretty deserted. ‘What's the room number?’ Harold texted quickly. He put the phone back into his pocket and grabbed his travelling bag. He walked

Wilkes Milton held the door open with one arm. The grin on his face had reduced in size but was still present.With one arm holding the travelling bag, Harold walked into the room and wheeled his bag to his right.“Who's he?” Wilkes asked as he closed the door.Harold studied the room. It looked exactly the same way his dormitory in the first year did. There were two beds — a little bigger than the ones they'd used last session — each on one side of the room. They had identical bedsheets and beside it were small drawers with a flashlight on each.“Who?” Harold asked, turning back to look at Wilkes who was right behind him.“The dude in that room. I saw him for about half a second and he didn't look like a… student.”“I thought I was over thinking when I felt the same thing. I doubt he's a student. He looks a lot older than any student I've seen on this campus

“Can she come and meet us?” Harold asked Wilkes as they both exited the building.To their left and right were the students that had queued and gotten their pass. Most of them were headed to their hostels with their bags held in their arms like Arabs walking through the desert with their luggages. They were awfully tired and a few were dripping with sweat.“Do you mean Trisha?” Harold asked back.“Yes, Trisha. If she can make it to the canteen on time, should she come?”“Of course,” Harold said as he saw some students heading out of their hostels the same way he and Wilkes had. “It's funny that you asked if she can come.”On the outside, to their left was a queue made up of nothing less than thirty students. They all seemed anxious and somewhat impatient.“He's here. He's following us!” Wilkes whispered to Harold. He pinched his hand softly, too, to have his attention.

Max Girard was one of the first students to leave the auditorium when all was done. He wanted to avoid running into as many people as possible and that equalled him leaving as early as possible.On the outside, the sun was shining even brighter than it had been when he went in. He couldn't think of any reason for this other than the fact that this was the part of Earth closest to hell.Less than a minute after getting out, tons of students trooped out after him in what he would have called ‘deafening cacophonies.’He looked around impatiently, searching for the guide that was said was going to take them to the important landmarks of the school.When all the students were out and the sun had tanned his skin till it was brown like chocolate, a young man that looked like he was in his thirties appeared out of nowhere. He had a bushy moustache that kept his lips in obscurity and had long hair tied into a bun.