Mutants; who is patient X?

'It was like any other day... except it wasn't'

T minus till outbreak: 06 :29 :08.

Between worrying about a tumor, loneliness and the unreal situation occuring back to back in his life, Dion had felt tired.

Which is why, perhaps, a good night's rest was just what he needed, so this morning he felt particularly refreshed and energetic, the worries of yesterday seemed to have been left in the past and seemed a bit too unreal to bother him now.

Contrary to what one might think, Dion slept quite well last night, in fact, once his head touched the pillow he was gone.

After an unreal morning of the school bus navigating through the extremely busy federal roads of Abuja, he arrived at school to continue his duties as Senior Prefect.

The Senior Prefect, popularly known as SP, was a post given to the most outstanding male student in the senior secondary school section. The Nigerian educational system grouped secondary schools into six classes, Junior secondary 1 - 3, and Senior secondary 1 - 3, which was why the second to the last years - SS2 - were appointed as Prefects who helped in running the affairs of the school, with each given a specific position to supervise.

The Senior Prefect was like a mini Principal, he was like the Student Council President used in most foreign schools. However, being the SP of a school like Next Step SS was much more impressive, due to the level of the school, the requirements were much more strict than most schools but at the same time it had it's rewards, granting opportunities to meet past students who were now very influential was one of the least.

"SP!"

No sooner after the morning assembly, Dion heard a loud bellow across the hall. A moment later, a pot bellied man came barrelling down the hallway towards him.

"SP," the fat man stopped before him. "The PTA meeting was since yesterday, but how come I haven't seen the food items in the store today?".

This was Mr. Olaniyi, he was the Further Math teacher but also doubled as the PTA chairman. But Dion always found his company unpleasant, as the man tended to be too loud.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ola," he forced a smile. "We finished balancing the sheets a bit too late to move them yesterday, it will be done promptly".

After an emotionally destructive experience with a foul mouthed Igbo teacher, Mr Olaniyi forbade anyone from calling him such, dubbing himself 'Mr. Ola'.

"Better, better," Mr. Ola nodded, then headed down the hallway.

Dion sighed and made his way to his class, SS3 B.

"SP, good morning".

"Good morning, how are you?"

On his way, a lot of junior students greeted him and he replied in turn.

In class, it was a little rowdy inside as everyone formed their little groups, but there was an organisation to it that made their rowdiness seen... mature?

Since class hadn't started yet, Dion figured he could take care of some issues that arose this morning.

He walked to the front row of the class and pulled a chair to join a girl at her desk.

"Hey Chinyere," he smiled.

She observed him in silence for a moment, then flipped her long blonde hairstyle as her beautiful features contorted into a frown, "What do you want?"

Dion smiled bitterly, but still continued, "The PTA gifts, you finished yet?"

She wordlessly opened a book and fished out a piece of paper, containing calculations, and handed it over.

"The keys - "

"They're with Jerry"

'Ugh, Jerry '

Dion paused, then sighed.

"Look Chinyere, I already said I'm sorry".

"I know".

Dion pushed his glass frame up with a finger while observing her.

"I - "

"Just let it go, okay," she said in irritation, just before loudly kissing her teeth.

Dion felt a headache coming on, figuratively, he would've left but he needed a favour.

"Uhm... about Jerry, could you... you know... maybe - "

Chinyere suddenly burst out laughing.

"You want me to help you collect the keys from Jerry?" she smiled. "So, you now need my help".

Dion ignored her sarcastic remarks, he and Jerry had bad blood, no, calling it bad blood would be an understatement, one could say that if Jerry ever owned a gun, Dion would end up getting shot and shoved in a carnal.

Chinyere was the DSP, his deputy, so she could easily step in and get the keys from Jerry who was 'only' the Laboratory Prefect... if she wanted to.

"Could you?"

"I could," she nodded, and then smiled. "But I won't".

Dion sighed, "Why?"

"Because," she smiled bitterly. "Ever since a certain someone brutally broke my heart, certain tasks have been quite difficult for my fragile heart".

She paused, and Dion suddenly knew what was coming.

"But if you - "

"Forget it," he walked away.

Chinyere looked at him and her beautiful features contorted into a deep scowl, overwhelmed by pure spite her eyes blazed with fury. Dion may not have known, but perhaps he had someone else he had to prevent from ever owning a gun.

As for the keys, Dion wasn't worried. Jerry might hate him passionately and perhaps he even plotted his death during his free time, but Dion was the Senior Prefect and Jerry couldn't refuse him when he was acting within school rules.

It was just that it was going to be a very unsettling experience, Dion was sure of at least that much.

"Yo Dee!"

No sooner had he walked away was he waved over by a dark skinned boy who was sitting on a desk which was crowded by a group of male students.

"How far," Dion greeted them with handshakes. "What are you guys up to, Tunde?"

"This, this," Tunde excitedly shoved his phone in Dion's face.

Dion saw an icon that looked like a lock.

"A safe app?"

"Hahaha," Tunde laughed loudly. "Check this out".

Tunde tapped on the icon and placed his finger print at the back of the phone, after it unlocked, he selected an option which opened all his videos and he selected one at random which began loading, when it finished, Tunde opened his videos and scrolled through it.

See, see," he motioned excitedly.

Instantly Dion understood, the video was gone. Which meant it had disappeared from the file manager and could only be viewed from the 'safe app ', which could only be opened if you knew the password. He had to admit, it was a good way of hiding private videos, but...

"Tunde," he beckoned. "What kind of videos do you have locked in there".

With a previous glance, he had noticed that the app had already locked over five hundred videos.

"Tee hee," Tunde seemed pleased.

He opened the app once again, this time by password, typing COLE PALMER, he clicked on the video section.

Immediately it came up all the boys who gathered around cheered.

"Olaniyi," someone praised.

Dion felt blood rushing down to the little brother he never had. At a glance, he could see several blood boiling poses, one showed a naked man who had a similarly naked woman's legs on both his shoulders, another showed a naked couple, where the man was pressing her exposed b**bs into a glass door while ramming into her from behind.

Good thing Cole didn't know the great mysteries his name hid.

Dion glanced down and his face darkened.

'This idiot'.

Tunde had 574 of such videos stored here.