*ELITES ASSOCIATION*
🤍🤍 *AUTHOR JAY* 🤍🤍
*EPISODE 1*
People have been asking for centuries whether humans can exceed their limits or reach their full potential. Well, that is possible. There are different kinds of people in this world—there are the average humans and the extraordinary ones.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about superpowers, but some of us are born with unique gifts that make us very different from others.
Well, I am one of those with these gifts. I have the ability to see and communicate with spirits, ghosts, and demons. I also have the ability to transform my body into a phantom-like state, enabling me to pass through anything—I could even enter the CBN vault without opening the door.
These gifts are amazing, but as it turns out, some people see them as a curse and believe we are agents of evil. We call this particular group of individuals the "Executioners." They are a small secret organization determined to wipe people like me off the face of the earth, and they will stop at nothing to achieve their goal.
People like me call ourselves the "Elites." At first, I thought I was alone, but I later discovered that I wasn't the only peculiar one. But before I tell you what happens in the end, let me tell you my story from the very beginning…
*My Name is Jay*
I live with my aunt, Lade, in Lagos, and I'm a final-year student of criminology at UNILAG.
My parents were quite wealthy, and I had everything I could possibly want, but that wasn't enough for me. As a kid, I was stubborn, naughty, and arrogant. I looked down on people, and as a result, I never had any friends. My parents were worried about my behavior and tried everything they could to change me, but nothing worked—until my abilities manifested.
At age 10, my vision changed, and I started seeing things—spirits, ghosts, and demons. I was terrified and started freaking out. I couldn't stop seeing them, even when I closed my eyes. Before long, I lost control of myself.
My parents thought I was going insane. They spent a lot of money hiring the best doctors to treat my so-called mental illness. In the end, even the doctors ran away when they saw how I was behaving. So, my parents took me to a psychiatric home, where I spent months. Religious leaders were called to pray for me, but they too couldn't handle what they saw and left me alone. Even the psychiatric home sent me away when they heard me talking to myself every night.
In the end, my parents gave up and decided to keep me locked in my room until I came to my senses.
But the truth was—I wasn't insane. The spirits and demons were scaring the life out of me, warning and scolding me about how bad I was. And thanks to them, I changed into a whole new and better person.
At age 11, I got used to my ability and became friends with the spirits. But there was a problem—despite the fact that I was no longer acting like a lunatic, my parents still thought I was insane because I would talk to myself, even at night. Sometimes, they would sneak into my room and find me laughing and chatting with someone they couldn't see.
One day, my mother decided to ask me about my strange behavior.
Mom: Son, can I ask you a question? Who do you talk to at night?
Jay: I talk to my friends.
Mom: Friends? But I don't see anyone.
Jay: That's because you can't see them. In fact, they're sitting right next to us.
My mom looked around and saw nothing. Then she stared at me intently, tapping her fingers.
Mom: Is this a joke? I don't see anyone!
Jay: It's true. They're here. Let me show you…
In that moment, I asked one of the spirits to move the cushion next to my mom. As soon as she saw the cushion move on its own, she screamed in fear and collapsed.
She had a heart attack, and from that day on, I decided never to scare her again.
*Discovering My Second Ability*
At age 15, my second ability manifested at the worst time of my life.
That day, my parents and I were driving home after shopping at the mall when my dad suddenly lost control of the car. It skidded and tumbled over and over until it finally stopped.
The accident was terrible. When everything became quiet, I found myself outside, lying on the road—completely unhurt, without a single bruise.
I quickly ran to the wrecked car to check on my parents, but it was too late. They were already gone.
People who saw the crash couldn't believe their eyes. Even I was shocked—I had been wearing a seatbelt, and the windows were half-closed. There was no way I could have gotten out of the car, and even if I had, I should have been injured.
The police and ambulance arrived and did what they had to do. The officers didn't believe it when they heard that I had survived without a scratch. One of them said it was a miracle, and everyone agreed.
I cried at my parents' funeral. I never even got to say goodbye. That day, I blamed myself for their deaths. I kept trying to figure out how I had escaped the car, but I couldn't.
As if losing my parents wasn't bad enough, my relatives disowned me. They had heard the story of how I survived and accused me of being responsible for my parents' deaths.
The only person who stood by me was my mother's sister, Shola.
Aunt Lade was a kind and caring woman. She took me in, looked after me, and gave me all the support I needed. Since I was my parents' only child, I inherited everything they owned, but Aunt Lade kept it in her care, saying I would receive it when I was old enough.
Even though living with Aunt Lade was great, I missed my parents dearly. Life wasn't the same without them. Since their passing, I developed a habit of isolating myself from people. I didn't talk much—I became an introvert. The only ones I could talk to were the spirits, who kept me company in my loneliest moments.
*The Phantom Ability*
At age 17, I finally discovered the secret behind my second ability.
Due to the emotional trauma of losing my parents, I attempted to end my life.
One Sunday evening, I took a knife from the kitchen and tried to stab myself. But when I drove the blade into my chest, I felt nothing. I looked down and saw the knife inside me—but there was no blood.
Shocked beyond belief, I pulled it out, but there wasn't even a stain.
I tried again, this time stabbing my hand. The knife passed through, but there was no pain, no blood—nothing.
I thought I was dreaming. To test it further, I turned on the gas stove and placed my hand over the fire, but I still felt nothing.
Then, I tried one last thing.
I ran full speed toward my bedroom door, expecting to crash into it. But instead of hitting the door, I passed through it.
When I opened my eyes, I was outside.
I sat on the ground, mouth agape, staring at the house. I couldn't believe what had just happened.
One of my spirit friends appeared and explained:
Spirit: Your body enters a phantom state whenever you're in danger. That's why you survived the car accident.
That was the day I truly understood what I was.
But little did I know, I wasn't the only one.
In my second year at UNILAG, I met three others like me.
They, too, had strange abilities…....
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The spirits helped me a lot, especially during exam periods. While sitting in the exam hall, they would go around, check what others had written, and feed the answers back to me. When that didn't work, I would sneak into the department's examination faculty at midnight using my ghostlike abilities.
At first, it was fun because I always aced my exams, and everyone thought I was some kind of genius. But eventually, I got tired of it. Besides, it wasn't right to use my powers to cheat. So instead of taking shortcuts, I decided to study and write the exams on my own. However, I sometimes used my abilities to help those who struggled. Before the exams were marked, I would check the scripts, find students who had performed poorly, and correct their mistakes.
Things went on like that for a while, and I began to wonder if I was the only one with strange abilities. But that changed when I entered my second year.
The first of them was Sinclair Lightz, a.k.a. Microscope. I gave him that nickname because he had the ability to see through anything. His vision was extraordinary—like X-ray vision. Not only could he see through objects, but he could also see incredibly far.
Sinclair was a social guy who loved hanging around people. The first time I saw him was in front of the girls' hostel. I noticed him sitting comfortably on the hood of a car with a ridiculous, lustful look on his face. Curious, I asked one of the spirits nearby what was going on.
Jay: What's wrong with this guy?
Spirit: Don't mind that guy! He comes here every day to peek at the girls.
Jay: But how? The girls are inside. There's no way he can see them unless he goes in.
Spirit: Believe me, he's like you. He can see through things.
Jay: Wow… I thought I was the only one. What's his name?
Spirit: Sinclair Lightz.
Jay: Thanks… Hey, Sinclair!
He was surprised when I called his name. I walked over and confronted him about his immoral behavior.
Sinclair: How do you know my name?
Jay: I'm Jay. We're in the same class. Listen, you should stop spying on girls—it's not right.
Sinclair: I wasn't—
Jay: Don't bother lying. I know you can see through things. I'm like you—I can talk to spirits. That's how I got your name.
Sinclair was speechless. He stood up from the hood of the car and measured me up and down with his eyes. After a moment, he finally spoke.
Sinclair: What was your name again?
Jay: Jay.
From that day on, we started hanging out and became friends. Despite my lectures about his bad habits, Sinclair didn't stop. Not a day went by that he didn't stare at girls, even the female lecturers weren't spared. He even used his ability to cheat during exams. He didn't need to sit close to someone to copy—he would simply sit in the last row and copy answers from students in front of him, no matter how far they were.
The second person in our group was Rose, a.k.a. Illusion Queen. She transferred into our department in the second year through direct entry.
Rose was a stunning lady, and she used her abilities to her advantage. She had the power of illusion and hypnosis—just by touching someone, she could manipulate their perception. With hypnosis, she could make people do whatever she wanted. She mainly used this on wealthy students, casting illusions to make them willingly give her whatever she desired.
Rose was obsessed with money. If you wanted to date her but had no money, you might as well not bother. Though we got along well, Sinclair constantly irritated her with his perverted behavior.
The last member of our squad was Emperor Chukwuemeka, a.k.a. Animal. His ability was unique—he could communicate with all animals and make them obey him.
The first time we saw his powers in action was one Tuesday afternoon after lectures. The four of us were standing outside, looking at the horizon, when a large hawk suddenly dived down and grabbed a lizard off a wall. Just as we were watching, Emperor stretched his hand toward the hawk.
To our shock, the fierce bird swooped down and gently dropped the lizard at Emperor's feet before flying away. Emperor then picked up the lizard and placed it on a tree.
We were stunned. At first, we thought it was some kind of trick. But after seeing him perform similar feats multiple times, we were convinced—he was one of us.
Soon, he joined our group, and we officially formed a squad. We called ourselves "NOVAS."
It felt amazing to finally find people who shared my abilities. For the first time, I could be myself without being called crazy or cursed. And I wasn't the only one who felt that way. Each of us had spent years hiding our abilities, feeling isolated. But together, we bonded like family.
We used our powers for fun, played pranks, and helped each other in ways only we could. But everything changed in our final year when we realized that our very existence was in jeopardy.
2021 – Present Day
It was just another day in class. The lecturer kept droning on while I sat there, bored out of my mind. Rose was scouting for her next target, Sinclair was busy with his usual nonsense, and Emperor was silently praying.
I checked the time—it was almost time for the lecture to end. I waited patiently for the bell to ring so we could finally leave.
Then, out of nowhere, someone farted loudly in the classroom.
The stench was so powerful that even the lecturer had to dismiss the class immediately.
Everyone rushed out of the room, desperate to escape the suffocating smell.
Sinclair: Jesus, finally! Now I can breathe.
Emperor: I swear, whoever did that must have eaten a mountain of beans.
Jay: It was Agatha.
Rose: No wonder! That girl eats like there's no tomorrow. Have you seen how big her behind is?
Sinclair: I have to admit, that behind is a masterpiece.
Rose: Eww! Seriously, Sinclair?! When will you change? You're obsessed with women.
Sinclair: So? You're obsessed with money. Let me be, jor! Do your thing, and I'll do mine.
Emperor: Seriously, you two need to stop your bad habits.
Rose: Look who's talking! Don't you use spiders and flies to whisper answers to you during exams?
Emperor: That's different…
Jay: Alright, let's just get home. I'm tired.
Sinclair: Wait… I see a crowd gathering in front of the Education Department.
Rose: Education? But… wait, how did you see that?
Emperor: What's going on there?
Sinclair: I don't have super hearing. Jay, what do your spirits say?
Jay: It's some kind of private event—like America's Got Talent. The winner gets a cash prize of…
All: 10 MILLION NAIRA?!
*ELITES ASSOCIATION*
Rose: Ten million??
Emperor: Ten million… for real?
Sinclair: Ah! This prize money is mine… Nollywood babes, I'm coming o!
Jay: Wait… You guys can't be serious about participating.
Sinclair: Mr. Man, you're already rich, so let us, the less fortunate ones, get our chance at fame and fortune.
Rose: I don't need the money. Besides, I'd run through it in a matter of days.
Emperor: Well… I'll have to think about it.
Jay: Well, I'm not joining. I'll be heading home now.
Rose: Hold on… Wait for me. I'll come with you—I want to chillax at your place.
Emperor: Alright. I'm heading to the mosque. See you guys later.
Sinclair: Well, see you all later… I'm going to see Ope. That ass needs some appreciation.
After that, Emperor and Sinclair went their separate ways. As for Rose and me, we got into my car and drove home.
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GENERAL POV
Somewhere among the towering skyscrapers of Lagos, a group of men and women gathered around a large table, all dressed in white. Each of them bore a small tattoo of an axe on their body. They sat comfortably, their eyes fixed on their leader, who stood by the window, gazing down at the bustling streets of Lagos.
After a moment, he turned around to face his followers.
The man's name was Emmanuel Oluyemi—a wealthy businessman with an impeccable reputation. But beneath his respectable image lay a dark and sinister ambition.
Emmanuel: Greetings, my fellow Executioners… I trust you've all had a wonderful day. The reason I have gathered you here today is that our work is not yet finished.
Evil is still on the loose. Agents of the devil continue to walk among us. They may look like us, but they are not one of us. Only God deserves to be all-powerful—there is no such thing as supernatural or extraordinary humans. They are all spawns of evil, and they must be wiped out from this world!
Unknown Member: But how can we find them? It's difficult to locate them—they're like rats, hiding in plain sight.
Emmanuel: Which is why we are going to lure them out. I have created an event that will draw their attention. The prize money is too tempting for them to resist. Those bastards need to be weeded out.
The world does not need individuals who can perform unnatural feats. They are too dangerous to be allowed to live. We must identify them and eliminate them. Do not be deceived by their appearance. We are doing God's work, and He will reward our service when the time comes.
Our organization has been active for centuries. We are the sword that purges this world of evil. We shall triumph, and we shall wipe these plagues from the face of the earth—if it's the last thing we do! Hail the Executioners!!!
All: HAIL