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|The Blue Death-Activation Tick by Divepen1(m): 11:18pm On Jul 13, 2019|
The Blue Death Activation Tick
One day, a young woman came out of her house with the intention of killing two people that day.
'Hey, Akintayo Akinjide, please let it be on record that it was a Saturday. In fact, today is… What's that date again', Ife yelled as she locked the door. She rummaged through the black leather bag she hung around herself. Then, she remembered she wore a smartwatch. She checked it and looked up. 'Today is the 13th of July'.
The black blouse and trousers she wore made her fairness pronounced. She even wore the black headband she wore the last time she went on a mission. This night, however, her actions were not influenced by the fat bank alerts. Her emotions were her propellant, and nothing could get on the way.
'Tell them how I crushed the door with a punch.'
One that favored the methods of the bouncers, she had punched repeatedly in a fury. She hurried off to her car and awaited her companion. She wanted a response before leaving home. His answer would be the fuel.
As much as she loved him and had promised to quit their lives of hired assassins, she couldn't resist the desire to eradicate the syndicate that served as their leaders. They have gotten two of her friends, and she had to avenge them.
'You are not writing this thing well, A.K. my revenge must happen,' she muttered.
Ever since she guessed that she was a fictional character, Ifeoluwa had always wanted to influence what is written about her, and that's why she had been missing in most of the stories and might not even come again in another story.
'That's your luck. At least, I'm haunting your imagination', she yelled and typed furiously into her phone. Her message was delivered, but it was yet to tick blue.
Jay, you can't talk me out of this. I will kill them all.
I just want you to tell me you love me.
She sat up and awaited his response. Knowing he would talk her out of it again, she had prepared every response she could think of to make him give his consent. He had his way of making her do things whenever he was face to face with her. But on Whatsapp, she always took control.
He had to rush away to fix something at his office that night, and she got the news later about Tracey's death. She was tired of the syndicate. They had caused more havoc than the good the Nigerian government created them for.
'Get away from here,' she shouted at two lovers kissing by the side of the car. They scrambled through the darkness into oblivion. 'Take note of that, Akin. Let it be known that I controlled my rage before I start my massacre'.
She got out of her car and glanced at her message to Jay. His message hadn't been ticked blue. Just then, the rain came in its torrent.
'I think you are yet to write the story of me killing those crazy tyrants. Remember that day, author? These men were about to nuke Aso Rock. It was raining lion and tiger that day. I almost allowed them to have their way, but the love of this republic got over me'.
All she needed was for the blue ticks and forcing Jay to tell her he loved her.
'Jay, read my message,' she groaned, agitated.
Out of nowhere, a tall, dark guy whose suit was now extremely soaked knocked on the window. He was panting heavily and looked scared. His car was parked at the end of the road, but she couldn't have guessed it was him.
He knocked again. Ife looked up, saw him, and placed her hands on her head as she buried her head in her laps. Jay seemed to understand. He stood akimbo.
'No…' She yelled. 'A.K, this is where we need you. Write him to another part of the story and not here'.
After what seemed like an eternity, she longed forward and opened the door.
'Come down,' Jay shouted.
'No. You have no right over me'.
'I said, come here, now,' he yelled and sighed. Then his voice became calm. 'Babe… I know… We will get them. Please, come down…'
She gritted and hit the wheel repeatedly. The car honked as she did so. He wasn't fazed by her action. She burst into tear. 'No, Jay… Don't talk. A.K, make him deaf or make me able to resist his charm'.
After a while, she came down, and Jay ran into the car, switched on the music player. He grabbed her, hugged her, and made her rock in the rain. She wept into his body as he played their favorite song, 'Cheek to Cheek' by Ella Fitzgerald.
'Why didn't you read my message?'
'I removed the blue tick. You've been manipulating me with them'.
Three days later, the leaders of the syndicate were ratted out to EFCC with hard, irrefutable evidence. They would be in jail. Their death might not be what she wanted, but she still got her justice, and she knew where it came from.
'It wasn't from you, spineless author. It's from my Jay. He did it. You're just…. Well, Jay did it'.
Inspired by 'Cheek to Cheek'- Ella Fitzgerald.
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