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|Re: Let The Guns Speak by LarrySun(m): 7:32pm On May 05|
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by rukidanty: 10:10pm On May 05|
this one is short o.. well thanks for the update
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by Treasure17(m): 11:21pm On May 05|
Chaiii. I hope Irele is safe o Larry. Thanks for the update.
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by Evold: 7:28pm On May 06|
Hope the Don took the shot instead of Irele.
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by Kaycee9242(m): 4:14am On May 07|
Larry nothing should happen to irele my love oooo. op well done
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by LarrySun(m): 10:21am On May 13|
Irele didn’t see the shooter on time. All she heard was Tobi screaming her name. Everything happened too fast for her to act right, to duck on time. She felt the effect of the attack before seeing the attacker.
Don, too, saw the thug just when Tobi noticed him. In short, it was the three of them who had seen the thug – Tobi, Don and Abubakar; but there wasn’t enough time to avert casualty. He saw the killer aim his gun at them and he acted as fast as he could. He pushed Irele away from harm’s way and took the bullet. One grazed his neck and the second lodged in his right shoulder. Blood spewed against the window glass and his gun fell from his hand. The shooter was indeed skilled; he didn’t even hit the glass. The bullets went to where they were sent. As he fell, he wondered if this was how he was going to die. He had always known that he would meet his end in a blaze of fire but he never imagined that it was going to be this way. Blood spread across his neck and chest and traced paths on the floor. He smiled; he was going to die a brave man. The lady was not hit.
He tried to fight the unconsciousness looming over him as he saw the woman bend over him. She was pressing on his wounds and crying. Why is she crying for me? She doesn’t even know me.
“Don’t worry,” he heard her say nervously, “you’re not going to die. I will not let you die. The bullets didn’t hit any fatal spot. You’re going to be all right, I promise. Just stay with me. Stay with me. You’re not going to die.”
To him, it was as if the woman was rambling incoherently. He wanted to tell her to be quiet but found speaking such a difficulty. As his light slowly dimmed, he heard Abubakar’s voice calling his name from the background.
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by LarrySun(m): 10:22am On May 13|
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by Kaycee9242(m): 5:06pm On May 13|
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by rukidanty: 10:37pm On May 13|
what kind of short update is this.. Larry has changed like seriously
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by rukidanty: 10:38pm On May 13|
what kind of short update is this.. Larry has changed like seriously . anyway thanks
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by Evold: 6:33am On May 14|
Update mini or micro update? Still trying to find the best description for it.
Any way it's good to know that Don is down, that's one man down or a half for Tobi.
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by Kaycee9242(m): 10:43am On May 14|
the thing no give me mouth to complain, I just consoled my self by reading the long update he posted on MARIA.
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by Treasure17(m): 3:01pm On May 14|
Why Larry? Thanks for the update anyway.
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by lanryblaq(m): 5:05pm On May 14|
Thanks for the update larry sun my man....:-)
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by rukidanty: 10:42pm On May 14|
Kaycee9242:he is making the story to be boring
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by rukidanty: 10:42pm On May 14|
Kaycee9242:he is making the story to be boring with the short updates
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by izaray(f): 4:56pm On May 15|
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by LarrySun(m): 10:34pm On May 19|
“Don!” Abubakar screamed.
“Irele!” Tobi screamed likewise.
Neither of them knew who was really hit between Irele and Don, but they didn’t wait to find out. They both turned in the direction of the shooter and attacked. Tobi picked one of the dead men’s guns and began to shoot blindly at the thug. Abubakar expended the bullets of one gun, threw it away and produced another one. The thug, on the other hand, hid himself safely behind the SUV with riddled bullet holes; all the glasses shattered. The man ducked behind the passenger’s door and returned occasional fires at the two men firing at him. Then he managed to get into the driver’s seat. He started the vehicle into reverse. He went backward for a few metres before turning around sharply and driving down the street in full speed. Tobi and Abubakar ran after him, shooting at the vehicle and its occupant. The car didn’t seem to feel the impact of their bullets as it sped down the deserted road. After about half a minutes when it was plain that they could not catch up again, they stopped. They were both breathing hard as they watched their common enemy slip through their fingers.
“poo!” Tobi burst out heatedly. Then suddenly, he realized that he was still in danger. He wasn’t out of the woods yet. He turned around sharply and stared at the dark mouth of a pistol where death speaks. Abubakar was aiming his pistol at his nose bridge, just between both eyes.
“This is for killing my brother!” He was about to pull the trigger when Irele suddenly screamed from afar, she was running towards them.
Tobi saw her and breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t relieved that she had saved him from being shot, he was mitigated with the fact that she was still alive. She wasn’t the one who got hit after all; it was the other guy. Abubakar turned around and asked her:
“Who the hell are you?”
“I’m his friend,” she replied, “Why are you trying to kill him?”
“Stand back,” he warned, “This isn’t any of your business, young lady.”
“Of course, it’s my business. This young man has been saving my life since yesterday.”
Abubakar looked at her with more interest, “Oh, you’re the pretty girl with whom he has been running around Lagos with one ridiculous document, I suppose.”
“Kill me now that you have the chance,” Tobi said, “The next time would not be in your favour. And trust me, I won’t hesitate to blow your brains out.”
“Tobi!” exclaimed Irele, “Where are your manners? You don’t disrespect someone holding a gun to your head.”
“Shut up, Irele, you don’t know what you are talking about. This bastard killed my wife.”
Abubakar turned sharply. It was as if he was being shot. It was as if he was the one being shot. Tobi’s words were like a bullet from an assassin’s gun. But before he would react, Irele said urgently, “There’s a man dying upstairs. He was shot in the neck. He’s losing a lot of blood!”
“Don!” Abubakar forgot about Tobi for the moment and rushed towards the restaurant. He was almost at the verge of losing his equilibrium. He couldn’t afford to lose Don too, not after losing his brother to Tobi. Don was the only person he had left in the world. The only person he cared about. He had thought the gunfight was going to be a walk in the park; he hadn’t thought for a moment that Don would be vulnerable against any other person except Tobi. But he had seen that the thug was highly skilled and intelligent. He climbed the steps in haste, praying that Don wasn’t dead.
He found him lying on the floor unconscious, blood was everywhere. It was almost like an abattoir in here. Don looked dead but when he brought his ear to his chest, the victim’s heart was still beating faintly. Don was barely alive alive. The girl had tried her best. She had tried to stop the flow of blood from his shoulder by placing a towel over the wound. But the towel was already soaked with blood. Her effort was almost futile. Abubakar released Don’s belt from his trousers and used it as a tourniquet against the flow of blood. That stopped the blood for the moment.
“We have to get him to a hospital.”
“We can get someone shot to a hospital!” he snapped at her, “Questions would be asked. Suspicion would fall on us.”
“Then what are we going to do?” she asked exasperatedly. “He must not die. This man saved my life. He took the bullet for me.”
“What!” Abubakar couldn’t believe his ears, “Why would he do that? Was he crazy or what.”
“That’s not important,” replied Irele, “How are we going to save him?”
“Get the bullet out.” Tobi said from the doorway.
“How are we going to do that?” she asked.
Tobi came in, and without seeking permission from Abubakar, he bent over the unconscious man and examined the wound.
“Miraculously, the bullet is lodged in his flesh, not the bone. But we have to get it out as soon as possible before he bleeds to death.”
“Do what you have to do,” Abubakar said, gritting his teeth. He could not believe he was in the same room with a potential foe. Well, he would allow him to save Don first, then he would blow his brains out. There was no amount of help he rendered that would absolve him of killing his baby brother.
Tobi nodded faintly at him and turned to Irele, “I think I saw a gas cooker in the small kitchen there. Put two knives on the stove and turn on the gas.” He faced Abubakar, “Go into the inner room, bring the pair of pliers on the mantelpiece.”
Abubakar shook his head and replied, “Go and get it yourself, I’ll wait here for you.”
“We’ve got no time for this!” said Tobi angrily, “This guy will die if I don’t attend to him fast. His breathing is shallow already!”
“Then I advise you get to work immediately,” replied Abubakar, raising his gun at Tobi again, “you die if he dies; it’s that simple.”
Tobi threw his hands up in frustration, rose up and went to fetch the pliers. His hatred for the arrogant Abubakar grew like yeast. He would really enjoy killing him after this job was done. He knew the guy he called Don was also working for him, but he had no interest in him. He was only assisting to buy time for himself and look for a chance to strike his major enemy. But while doing that, he was going to save the young man’s life. The guy didn’t really offend him; Abubakar was the real enemy here. As a matter of fact, Tobi knew he owed Don for taking a bullet for Irele. The unconscious guy might just be a good guy after all working for a devil like Abubakar.
“He should consider himself lucky for losing consciousness for what I’m about to do would cause him a lot of pains had he been sober.” Tobi acknowledged as he bent over Don once again.
“What are you planning on doing?” Abubakar asked.
“I’m going to pull out the bullet with this pair of pliers.”
Abubakar stood up immediately, “I can’t watch this. Do what you have to do, just don’t try anything stupid because I’m faster than you.”
“I seriously doubt that,” Tobi replied, “I hope we have a chance to put that to a test after I’m done.”
Abubakar didn’t give a reply. He turned around as Tobi began work.
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little crude surgery.”
“I just hate seeing my friends in pain.”
“That’s so noble of you,” said Tobi sarcastically. He first of all searched for the bullet by digging his finger into the wound. He would have dug it out with his hand but for the blood that made it slippery and almost impossible to do. He dipped in the pliers, located the bullet, clamp the pliers around the circumference and made one swift pull. He came out with the bullet. It fell from the pliers and clanged against the tiled floor of the room.
“Irele, kindly bring one of the hot knives,” he called.
“And what’s that for?” Abubakar asked.
“Are you really that ignorant?” Tobi could not believe his ears.
“I’m only good with taking lives; I’ve never cared about saving one.”
Typical of a coward who delights in killing other people’s wives. The veins of Tobi’s neck stood out; he was almost losing control, but he had a job to do. He had to concentrate on what was at hand first. The bastard’s moment shall come later.
“The hot knife would be used to cauterize the wound. That would staunch the flow of blood. Like I already said, he will bleed to death if we don’t stop the flow of blood. He has lost too much blood already.” He placed the hot knife on the wound. There was the sound of burning flesh and frying blood; the blood boiled and congealed, the skin scarred and cooked. The blood flow stopped abruptly. But the wound looked quite ugly. Abubakar gritted his teeth as the job was being done. He wondered how Don would live with this kind of treatment.
“You’ve killed him, haven’t you?” Abubakar turned around.
Tobi shook his head, “He may be shot dead by an enemy as soon as he wakes up, but right now, he’ll live. He will live to die another day, just like you.”
“What about the second knife?”
Tobi smiled wickedly, “I wanted to use it on you but thought better of it, but unlike you, I don’t believe in stabbing people in the back. I promise you I’m going to stare at you in the eyes when I kill you.”
“We shall see,” Abubakar replied, unfazed.
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by LarrySun(m): 10:37pm On May 19|
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by EkopSparoAyara(m): 11:24pm On May 19|
To be continued...
However, you can download the full story from the link below:
I BELIEVE YOU ALWAYS READ THIS AFTER EVERY UPDATE,IF YOU HAVEN'T, NOW YOU KNOW...
I rest my case..
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by seyitanhep1: 4:07am On May 20|
LarrySun:wicked... Larry ọmọ bàbà Sún... How far na
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by LarrySun(m): 7:29am On May 20|
seyitanhep1:Brother! Where have you been?
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by Treasure17(m): 12:45pm On May 20|
They must search for the identity of the ghost enemy o. Thanks for the update.
|Re: Let The Guns Speak by LarrySun(m): 12:56pm|
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