I am amazed at the class that NL literature peeps display here. Truth be told. I've had a lovely time.

I want to add my own contribution to moving Literature Section to the permanent site.

I will be posting Short stories at intervals. I will appreciate feedback : Comments, constructive criticism, and whatnot, as these will make me get better.

Come walk with me.

Good day folks!

First story
Tagged under: Crime, action, Violence, Love, loyalty, betrayal.


Copyright 2015
Amadieabasi Udofa

All rights reserved.


LAST REQUESTS

C.J was a man in a difficult situation. He had chose this life, and a large chunk of it had been spent on the run. Ever since that fateful day that he
assasinated Uncle Slim, founder of the now defunct
Transcorp International, he had been running and hiding from Law enforcement, gangs, drug barons, company executives, et cetera. He had built a
reputation as the nations’s deadliest freelance hitman. He had been arrested on several
occassions on counts of murder, treason, intellectual and property theft, robbery, and
many other crimes. Each time, however, evidence
implicating him would get missing and he would be acquitted of all charges on the grounds of lack
of evidence.

* * * * * * *


CJ got off the bus at Niniola Junction, briefcase in hand. The briefcase contained a Beretta M9, a silencer, and a lot of ammo. He walked briskly past
unsuspecting pedestrians, towards the headquaters of Organon Holdings.


Nenye, his girlfriend for two years had expressed
reservations about this mission. She told him she had bad feelings. There was too much at stake. He promised her that this would be his last hit. The contractors had already paid him sixty percent upfront. It should be a walk in the park.

The mission was pretty straightforward. Get in, ice the
scumbags, and get out, leaving no trace. When this was finally over,he would travel out with Nenye, to Miami, to a new life, to enjoy the white sand
and blue beaches. They would live happy ever after.


But something felt wrong.


“I don’t want you to go.” Nenye pleaded, with teary eyes.

“I have to. Just this once babe. We’ll be stinking rich after this.” He paused. “We’ll live happily forever, like in Disney."


* * * * * * *


He remembered the conversation now. He admired Nenye’s charisma, her courage, her assertiveness. These attributes drew him to her. He’d first met her
in an alley, at night, after she had told off a middle aged man who had tried to harass her sexually. Tough girl huh? He’d always had a thing for
hard girls. He admired this one too. They immediately clicked, and had been together ever
since.


He was standing just outside the automated doors of the main building. The hit would be easy, provided everything went according to his gameplan. He
had attached a special anti-metal detecting device to his briefcase. He would
disguise himself as Jordan Semenya, the Ghanaian broker who had a scheduled appointment
with the CEO of this firm,
fifteen minutes later. Poor guy, the innocent dude was going to be the fall guy, but hey, life’s
unfair.

He took a deep breath.


This is for you Nenye.


He took off his Louis Vuitton sunglasses and walked into the building. Once inside, he walked
to the receptionist and handed over his fake ID card.


“Jordan Semenya. I’m here to see
the boss.” He was nervous, but his voice was calm. He
was a pro.


The receptionist glanced at her appointment schedule.


“You’re fourteen minutes early.”


“Do you people have anything
against punctuality in this
firm?”


“No sir, a moment please.” She picked up the phone.


“Mr Semenya to see you sir.” She spoke into the receiver.

Pause.


“O.K. he’s coming right up. ”She said and hung up.
“That way sir. 21st floor” She pointed towards an elevator in the left side of the lobby.


CJ nodded and headed in. Three
minutes later, he was walking into the CEO’s office on the 21st floor of the
Organon building.


“You’re not Semenya.” Said the man
behind the table,
frowning. He had a little red piece of cloth tied round the
little finger of his left hand as did all high ranking members of Southside Hawks gang. The man had several drooping folds of fat around his large neck.
CJ’s eyebrows furrowed.


So the asshole was a hawk!


“Mr Semenya sent me.”



Fat Neck looked confused.” Okay where’s my money?” He said with a voice that indicated he was the boss here.


“In my briefcase.”


“Open it up. Lemme see.”


The other man shifted in his seat as CJ approached the table, as though he could perceive
what was about to happen. Quick as flash, CJ dug the gun out of the briefcase
and shot the man in in in the forehead.


“Wh… Wh… Who tha Bleep are you?” Fat neck squealed, horrified. His eyes round as saucers. “How tha Bleep did you get that in here?!”


“You shouldn’t talk to visitors like that.” CJ was still calm. He was used to this.


“What the Bleep are you talking about?!” Fat neck was
sweating now. He stood up.


“Little Tiger wants you dead.”


“Who tha Bleep do you think you
are? you goddanm
sonovabitch!”


“You can google that in hell.” CJ sneered an squeezed the trigger, shooting him in the chest.
Disbelief spread across Fat neck’s face as he doubled over and fell.


Good job CJ. Good job.


No, wait a minute! Something was wrong. This was all too easy.


CJ wiped his gun and started to pick up the shell casings.
He had a five minute window to get the hell out of here
before the real Mr Semenya arrived…


He froze when he heard movement
behind him.


“Drop the gun and turn around
slowly.” CJ obeyed.


“Bloody hell!” He stiffened in terror
as he faced the intruder.
He had been in such situations countless times, staring into the barrel of a gun pointed at him.
This time, though, it was
different. He clenched his teeth in.disbelief as his mind wandered back and forth over a million things.


CJ started to speak but the words wouldn’t form. This was impossible. How could this be? He
stared at the red strip of
cloth wound around her left little finger as she held the gun. It was a Colt Python .357 Magnum.
For two whole years, he had missed it. For two years, he had been living with a lie!


He stiffened as Nenye raised the gun to his forehead with her two hands and clicked the hammer of the pistol into place, moving into shooter’s stance, legs apart.


“You should not have come here.”

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The man looked around. The thick air was heavy.
The air was drenched with the stench of sickness:
so many sick people in one place. He felt heavy
too. He looked down at himself, and shook his
head. He had become so used to this habit that it
had become some sort of conditioned reflex — to
look at himself and shake his head.


He looked at himself again, and let out a wistful
sigh. He thought about how life must have been
for him, thirty eight years ago, before he got sick
— vibrant, energetic, brimming with confidence…
Now he was stuck here, by the sheep market,
doomed to have the pool as his eternal neighbour.
He had sat here for thirty eight years, watching
days fade into nights, and nights into days, and the
cycle continued.


He had lost all his strength when he became sick.
Hope seemed to have ebbed away. He was, in
truth, a pitiable sight to espy.


Everyday he sat here; there was not much to do
except sit. Sit and watch, and wait; wait for the
pool to be moved.


He looked around again at the familiar faces, faces
of the same people he saw everyday, waiting
anxiously, patiently, expectantly, for when the angel
would come around, to trouble the water.


He lay back on his mat in listless resignation. He
probably would never be well again, for each time
he tried to get up to get into the pool, his legs
would fail. He would need help to get into the
pool. And for a little less than four decades, help
was not forthcoming.


He looked around yet again, at the impotent folk
scattered around the pool, at the pool itself, and at
the five porches…



Bethesda!



He thought about the frenzy that always followed
each time the angel troubled the water; the great
multitude of impotent people, struggling to get in
the water — pushing, shoving, upending one
another, in a bid to get in there first. About the
frustrated sighs and expressions of grimace, of
those who could not make it, thereafter.


* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *


He looked up as he saw a stranger walk in. He had
never seen this man before. The man looked
ordinary — like anyone else, like a normal person.


The stranger was walking towards him. He
suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline into his veins, of
hope. Could help be finally approaching, at long
last? Perhaps, he would beg the stranger to stick
around and help him into the water when next the
angel came.


The man kept coming, and with each step closer,
the sick man’s heart thumped violently with
excitement, with new found hope, with new found
faith…

“Wilt thou be made whole?” The man asked him.


For a moment, he was confused. He probably
must have thought the man’s question risible. He,
however dismissed all negative thoughts as soon
as they came. He was in no position to play judge.



“Sir, I have no man, when the water is troubled, to
put me into the pool: but while I am coming,
another stepped down before me.” He made sure
his reply was polite. He wasn’t going to mess this
up.


His heart kept thumping, he could almost hear the
sound of the blood gushing through his veins.
Unknown to him, it was He, who sent the angel,
who made the water, that had come by Himself.
What would follow was totally unexpected.


“Rise, take up thy bed, and walk.” The stranger
said, impeccably calm.


The sick man suddenly felt strange. Was it what
this strange man just said, or was it strength that
just rushed into his body? His feet felt brawny. His
breathing rate increased rapidly in anticipation. His
upper body felt firm. He had not felt this way for a
long time. Was he feeling things? Was he hearing
things? He wanted to ask the stranger to repeat
himself, just to be sure he heard correctly.
Rise, take up thy bed, and walk. The words kept
ringing in his ears.


He looked down at himself once more. There was
only one way to find out. He rolled out of his mat,
bracing himself, taking a deep breath…



He walked.


This is an adaptation from a popular Bible story
found in John 5 : 1-9

Kizmarty:



okk i'm in here...thanks for the invitation.

I'm here.....readily available too

hmmm...
lemme settle with this

I hope it turns out great after all

Nice

Since u did nt invite me, i will crash ur party abi na story?, i think dis story is going 2 be a very nice story, i mean very interesting, just keep it rolling. i dey follow u bumper to bumper.

Ok am just coming pls continue

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Tawaaai! The long slender stick landed on Uche's buttocks. He knew his buttocks would be a bright red now, being a fair complexioned child; and the burning sensation form each lash shot through his body via his spine.

'I will not do it again!' He screamed.

'You will not do what?' Father asked, pointing the stick at him.

'I will not accept gifts from strangers again! '


* * * * *

Uche wished Mother has not told Father. Heck, he wished she hadn't even found out in the first place. Mother was taking out his school uniform to be washed when she saw the money, two fifty naira notes folded neatly in his right back pocket.

'Uche, where did you get this money from? ' She waved the notes in his face.

' Mummy, a man gave it to me at school' Uche felt a knot in his stomach.

'When? Which man? ' Mother demanded

' Yesterday, I don't know his name, but he works in my school.' the knot tightened.

Mother started to rant, 'This is what you do at school abi? Collect money from random stagers... This is how you want to spoil in school shebi? Ehn? You this boy, you will not kill me oh....'

Each time she started shouting like this, he felt irritated, and felt the urge to tell her to just shut up. He wasn't even going to listen to her this time. He felt her voice trail off and he reminisced about how happy he had felt when the man sent him on an errand and told him to keep the change. He cursed his luck that Mummy had to see it. He wished be had hid it better - probably put it inside his box. Now he would not be able to buy cartridges for his Gameboy again. Oh, that action game he had seen on his way back from school earlier today.

'...and you didn't even bother to tell me.' Mother had stopped shouting. Her voice was calmer now. He knew she meant this to be a question.

'I was going to tell you.' He replied feebly. He knew that she knew that he was lying.

'Shut up!' She snapped. 'You were going to tell me since yesterday bah?' Let your father come back first.

Those words always sent cold shivers down his spine.


* * * * *


Tawaaai! The fifth stroke landed slightly below his waist downloading needless of pain into his lower back. Uche's yelped. He began to wail.

'You will not be a bad boy in my house. Inugo?'

'No daddy!' The pain was excruciating, as he thrashed all over the table. He made to rub his buttocks in order to ease the pain.

'Remove your hand. Osiso!' Father barked.

Uche watched Father's face toughen as the cane came came down on his buttocks for the sixth time. He tried to stifle the scream that was tugging at his throat, and failed, as he exploded in tears.

'How many is that?' Father demanded.

'Six. ' Uche blurted out, nodding profusely.

' Oya, remaining six. Ngwanu, Lie down! '

The situation was hopeless. He glanced at Mother sitting across the sitting room, expressionless, as though nothing serious was happening. His heart sank. She couldn't even plead for him. Wicked woman, he thought.

' Did you hear me? Lie down! '

The pain was getting unbearable. Six more and he would collapse, that is if he didn't collapse before then. Father's face tightened again as he raised the cane again, all the veins in his wrist clenched.

'Jesus, Jesus', he gasped silently under his breath. His heart pounded violently in his chest . He could not take it anymore. There was only one option as the cane stated to come down.

Uche got up and ran out of the house.

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you are doing great,but like you said,regular update is the best...

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