[quote author=chioma8 post=71503039][/quote]here u are, advocating pity for the dude. But it was ur namesake that contributed a larger percent to his woes. Weird... CHIOMA!

yewande1234:
TBM ur are d best... Ur updates are always interesting and mind blowing. Its so hard to predict d next line
Keep it up

thanx bae. Thanx alot...i app it.

yewande1234:
TBM ur are d best... Ur updates are always interesting and mind blowing. Its so hard to predict d next line
Keep it up

thanx bae. Thanx alot...i app it

Princehollex:
Thanks for the update bro.....but is taking too much of time before u upload

yes bro, and am seriously working on it.

DCTEEJAY008:

I welcome you specially boss(even though you nor employ me lol), updates will come later in the week, writing a story is harder than I envisaged.

welcome to the writerhood.

Wheezdohm:


so compassionate... I thought girls would support the torture..saying that he deserves it and all

exactly my thoughts. But how quicksilver they have proven to be

chioma8:
wooow.....The Blessed Man, you got me glued to my phone, you got me speechless, you're indeed talented I appreciate your work, keep it up..............

chai I feel for darous, karma is indeed a bitch, the torturing is too much.......have mercy biko���

lolz.... Have mercy ke? Well, lets wait and see how it unfolds.

Following..

Purposely and appreciatively dedicated to Calmbabadee for the nice cash gift. Brother, you are blessed.

Pfolar, thanks to you too.


141. COUNTLESS.



I was panting heavily like someone who's about to complete the last round of a marathon race. Hence the consequence of what might happen if I stop running for a sec made me summon every last drop of energy within me and continue running towards the direction of the main road that appears to be just a few kilometres away from me.

I dared not try to glance at my pursuer or I might risk getting caught.

"NO PEACE FOR THE WICKED! NO PEACE FOR THE WICKED!! NO PEACE FOR THE WICKED!!!" The voice continued to chant those words to my hearing while I continue running furiously for my dear life.

It took me less than 180secs to get to the main road and I was very sad to find it covered in total darkness and empty of any living things. In simpler Donald-Trumpic terms, the whole place was LIFELESS.

The voice of my pursuer came again as a constant reminder of whats at stake and that gave me no time to think of what to do, but the initial intent of not wanting to get caught pushed me to act subconsciously as I started running very fast towards the forward route of the transverse and quiet road.

With each step I took, I know I have a little time left to get to safety before the remaining percent on the 5000mAH battery of my body runs down totally.

The old buildings on both sides of the road added to the scary look of the dark road. Strange sounds from nowhere will ring out occassionally from nowhere, therefore, further adding more fears to my already-petrified state of mind.

Just when I was starting to welcome the thought that I might not be able to find safety on time, then luck shined on me when I spotted a lively building from the right side of the road. You can guess what I did next.

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I bowed down my head in deep thoughts. My fingers and toes was shaking nervously as I await what the outcome will be.
She has been in the delievery room since hours ago. Not doctor Harrison, or any of the nurse, or my mum, or her sister have come out since.

The door to the delievery room opened and I quickly rose up from my seat. My mum and Nike emerged from the entrance and I quickly approach them. I saw the look on my mummy's face, its the same as the gloomy one on Nike's face.

"what happen! Mum! Talk to me, what happen to my wife?" I cried out at my mum. She shook her head dejectedly and I wasted no time in seizing Nike up, hoping she would tell me whats going on.

"Nike, tell me please! What happened!" I questioned her but she too showed no intention of ending my inconclusive state of mind.

From the look on their faces, I started adding one and two together. I became a mathematician in that instance. The longitude of the look on Nike's face and the latitude of the one on my mummy's face gave me the neccessary bearing to arrive at the destination of exponential sadness.

"congratulations Mr Darous, your wife has given birth to a bouncing baby boy." The doctor's voice informed from behind and voilla! The sad feeling disappeared quickly and was replaced with excitement and joy.

"doctor, you are a killjoy..." Nike chipped in.

"no am not. He's just lucky today is also my birthday." Doctor Harrison replied with a warm smile.


"but still, you are too quick to bail him out of our prank.." My mum added.

"that prank is too expensive mum, I can't afford it." I replied them and faced the doctor. "how's my wife?"

"she's fine...she's fine. Just resting." He replied nicely.

"and our baby?"

"fine too.." He replied.

"can I see them now?" I asked curiously.

"yea...sure. Just go through that white door..." He instructed and started walking away. I turned to face my Mother and Nike but they were no where to be found. May be they left to buy something. I concluded in my mind.

*

I entered the white painted room with excitement acting as the fuel behind my steps.

My wife was lying on the bed and I wasted no time in approaching her with the intent of showering her with hugs and kisses.

But unfortunately, when I saw her face, she appeared very weak and dying.

With shockened looks, I grabbed her by the shoulder and began to question her of what happening to her.

"what happened? Whats wrong?" Instead of replying me, she was just staring away from me. Her gaze was focused more behind me. With every breath she took, pain could be felt in it. She then managed to point a finger towards the door and I quickly followed it. What I saw was horrifying.

There stood behind the door, with my new born baby in her hand, was Adedoyin. The woman that rap3d me at the hotel.

I withdraw my grip on my wife's shoulder and stood upright. I started walking towards the strange Adedoyin and stopped when I was few inches away from her.
It was then that I saw the most strangest thing I ever saw.

The woman, or let me kuku say the collection of women in front of me perfectly depicts the fractional images of every woman I ever slept with.

The facial expression was that of Adedoyin and on the forehead was the name 'ADEDOYIN' written.

Her hands were that of Beatrice and also on them was the name 'BEATRICE written.

Her stature and complexion was that of Nike and Lovelyn.
She was stark nak3d and above her pusea area was a name ' DORIS' imprinted.

A name was also written on her brest region. It was the name of the psychopath that tried ruining my wedding but wasn't successful. Unfortunately, she succeeded in souring my marriage. The name 'CHIOMA' was written there.
"your wife is dying.." She said in what seems like a mixture of the voices of all the names written on her body. It sounded incoherent at first but I was able to understand her. She maintained a straight gaze at my face all the whole time I spent surveying her weird appearance.

"and your child will join her soon..." She said again while playing with the hair on my child's head.

"please, Adedoyin...." I tried pleading but I was quickly cut off with what she said next.

"thats the one problem you will never overcome. How can you be sure am truly what you just called me?" She paused and squinted at my face with those big terrifying eyeballs of....of...who? What? What just happened! Oh my Gawd! How did she do that? Chisos! Her eyes just changed o...she no longer has those eyes of Adedoyin! Its now that of...of, ah, that of Beatrice!

"confused? Aren't you?" She questioned again with another squinted look with those hazel eyes of...of... Oh my! Not again! How can she keep doing that! Her eyes just changed to the eyes of that light skinned b!tch that has contributed a larger percentage to the project of destroying my life. 'CHIOMA'.

"comon! Tell me you are prepared for this. Since you are smart, tell me you can smart your way out of what have prepared for you." She produced another look, but this time, it was that of Doris! Doris, the mother of my dying wife. I was still caught in the shock of what she has been doing with her eyes and she wasted no time in snapping me out of it with her next statement.

"answer me!" She thundered and the echo of her voice sent shivers down my spine.

I swallowed hard and decided to play brave. I needed to be courageous. I mustered enough courage and faced her squarely. I decided to use an ideology from the bible where Jesus commanded satan to back away from him.

"Adedoyin, or whatever devil you are, the fact remains that you are already dead and you and I have no forking business together. So you will give me that boy now and leave my family alone. You will then defect back to whichever party of hell you came out from. Now!" I ended authoritatively.


I was expecting my actions to make her comply, but the contrary was the case. She just let out a wicked grin and a dubious smirk. Obviously, my words made no meanings to her. Ordinarily because I had forgotten the most important fact. The fact that, Jesus is the son of God, and I am the son of Thunder. What a silly mistake.

"you are right...." She paused momentarily, but when she continued, her voiced changed to that of only, Adedoyin. "am truly in your past, but the difference between the real me and my body is that I can't be buried. What you did to me can never stay buried. Am past, but you can't get rid of me....since we will be talking of the past, then its only appropriate that we treat the letter P- that starts the word Past, as a case study. Your P-roblem started when I raPed you at the hotel. Your P-enis and my P-ussy came in contact to P-roduce a big P-roblem for you with Beatrice which you planned to solve with the help of Chioma and that led you to the manipulative hands of Doris. Hence, that will lead us to the P-ower of alPhabetical order..."

"what does that mean?" I queried confusedly but she remained silent.

"please!" I reiterated furtherly with a doloured tone.

"think! Think deeply! Even the most littlest details we ignore in our lives can be the only thing standing between us and happiness..." She stressed and returned to playing with my child that was lying awfully quiet in her arms.

Power of alphabetical order? What does she actually mean with that ambiguous statement? Eh?

'Come to think of it, my problem started when A-dedoyin rap3d me at the hotel. I got into the vengeance book of B-eatrice in the process. My intention to extricate myself from the palava led me to C-hioma. The resultant problem made me end up living with D-oris and since then, my life has been a living hell.

"Darous...." My wife's voice snapped me back from my electoral thoughts. I turned quickly to face her and all I could see on her face were inconclusive pains and rigged agonies. "am...dy...ing" She stated weakly.

"please, help me save my wife..." I said turning to the DVD collection of woman in front of me. "she shouldn't be suffering from my mistakes...save her please..." I pleaded sobberly.

She looked up at me and released a crooked grin. "only you can save them both..."

"how?" I asked curiously.
"see those two ampoule on that table?" She directed my gaze with her hand towards the table beside the bed in which my wife was lying.

"yes," I answered after seeing it.

"one of them contains the antidote of your pasts mistakes."


Hearing that, I quickly rushed towards the table and seize up the two bottles. I started examining both, one by one until she added to my confusion with what she said next.
"and the other contains the conti-dote...."

"whats a contidote?" I asked.

"a contidote is the continual effects of all your past mistake. And applying it on your beloved wife will strenghten....." She paused to deliberately put me in suspence.

"strenghten what?" I fired at her impatiently.

She released a mischievious grin. "strenghten your wife's chances of dying. And whatever happens to your wife happens to your child. They are connected through you...."

"but how do I know which is the right ampoule?"

"thats why its called a choice-ful task. Often times in life, we are often confronted with herculean tasks and the choices we make from conquiring them will either add value or de-value the existence of people around us."

"this is serious...." I lamented exasperatedly as I glance at my wife who was starting to develop ragged breath.

"choose wisely cos if you choose otherwisely, whatever happens henceforth will be on your head. Hence the notion 'NO PEACE FOR THE WICKED continues..." she ended with emphasis on the last words.

I released a prepared breath and moved closer to my wife. I placed both ampoule beside her and picked the syringe on the table. I started gesticulating on which one to extract fluid from.

"time is going!" The DVD woman reminded me of whats at stake and the neccessity to apply haste.

This is when I need luck. I starred at the two bottles and they both appeared identical. Nothing printed on it could signify the right one. I checked under each one, hoping to find 'made in china or made in india' underneath as that would gave me a bit hint on which one is original but what was written under it was 'made in you'. That further confused me the more.

Just as I was about giving up, I consulted the gawd of thunder and was very happy when he put ego aside and sent me an idea.

I placed both bottles on the table and started chanting or reciting this song from my childhood.

"burgle bon burgle bon, how many burgle bon do you want? Two, so you are out of the game!" My hand and the chanting ended on the ampoule closer to my wife's bed. Throwing caution or rational thinking into thin air, I opened it and extracted the contents into the syringe. I moved closer to my wife and whispered to her hearing factory that was about to shut down if I don't act fast.

"trust me dear, you'll be fine." with that, I inserted it into the vein in her right hand and waited impatiently, nervously and fidgetingly for the result of the JAMB I just wrote.

Tensed Seconds passed by and nothing happened. But suddenly, she stopped breathing and remained still. My brain was still trying to process what was happening when the voice of the DVD woman came again.

"congratulations Darous, you just killed your wife and child." I turned at her and watched horrendously as she dropped the lifeless body of my child on the floor.

The feeling of pain and agony I was having at that precise moment was too much for my fogged up brain to assimilate. Hence I cried out very loud.

"I killed her! I killed my wife!!!"


"and that, Darous, is what I call Alphabetical problem!" She said mockingly just before I opened my.....



TBC.


Copyright of Darous Emmanuel. A.k.a Theblessedman.

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Countless is back

Even though i wasnt invited nor mentioned, i still did the needful .

I've liked, commented and shared the post
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Thats tbm for u.

I pray you win brother


a legendary writer you are
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MagicPie:
Oya post now cos u are making my temperature run like locomotive engine and I don't want to stop following u

Definition of a confused follower...

Lols...just be patient with the boss na..
.you don't know how he's doing outside the walls of the internet...

tomgab:
Every update has an impact, nice one bro. that stubborn guy no go still die

Lols....the dude too stubborn no be small.

.lets see where his stubbornness go land him

hapsonv:


Real name is Harrison.

Wow! This update got me rooted to a spot. Dunno wat to say, just short of words. Just hope nothing happens to Darous, He's gone through a lot. Nd I hope He's not mistaken as one of the robbers cause of the gun on him.

Ur the best Boss. Thanx for this magnificent update.

Awwn..
Am humbled ooooooooooooooooooooo.
.i write because people like you are still finding it necessarily obligated to comment after reading..

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Thankz boss

Chixco95:
If I keep quiet after reading this update, the thunder that will fire me is still loading
ooooppppssss.....sorry I forgot you don't worship god of thunder anymore
Nice and fantastic update Sir

Thanks boss... Am still a son of thunder oooo...nothing can ever change dat

faithubah70:
Av tried countless times to comment but network has been rushing me badly



if darous dies who will complete the story?

Permit me to make a foresee


that sound from the pulled trigger is possibly from the policemen to distract the poor depressed guy from killing himself


TBM if u write otherwise and let darous die

its trouble that i will use and rush you!!



This story is superbly interesting
welcome on board dearie



i de vex for u shaa

Vex for me ke? I guess man city iyaff cut ur ticket....lols

hapsonv:


My Birth date is 29th, August, tanx Boss nd welcm once again

Whats ur real name bro ?

FadaHemmy:
The blessed man is indeed blessed... More inspirations and blessing bro.

thanks bro.
...its highly appreciated

Youngzubi:
Theblessedman!

ahswear Isaac newton and co scientist are still carring out research on how and where you got this your brain from!

infact i need to reward my man,em! lemme see what i can do



























oya send me your ATM pin lemme debit your account small

iyeeeeeee who slap me??

Nobody slap you bro...thats just the breeze of thunder searching for your imei.




Lols

rukidanty:
good one.. if you die, who will complete the story and that's why you can't die

He cant or he mustn't ?...

rukidanty:
good one.. if you die, who will complete the story and that's why you can't die

He cant or he mustn't ?

140. COUNTLESS.


The apprehensive murmurs of the other people kneeling around me could be felt across the place after the boss have finished making the introduction.

"now lets get to serious business..." The leader declared and took the centre stage. "first, let me tell you, you can't excape this place. The sound-proof system inside this building will not allow any noise to reach outside. But if you try to be smart, see this gun..." He raised his gun above his mask-covered head. " I just bought it last week, and I never test am before. So if you don't want your body to be used as a testing object, DONT YOU DARE WASTE MY TIME!" He ended with emphasis on the last words. He motioned closer to where we were kneeling down and continue talking. "now, all of you, drop all your phones, purse, and valuables on the floor! Now!..." He stated authoritatively and every one complied except me.

Two of the guys holding the machete started collecting the phones from everyone.

In no time, one of them got to my front and found it empty. He tapped me on the shoulder and made a questioning gesture.

"what?" I asked him boldly with a nonchalant tone.

"you dey craze? Where your phone?"

At first, the thought of putting my hand inside my pocket and giving him my phone crossed my mind but the fact that their boss have said he's going to kill whoever prove to be stubborn held me back.

So I just scoffed and stared at him with a bold face. A face thats ready to die.

"the phone wey your papa buy for me abi?" I queried outright and the guy was taken aback by my sudden boldness.

I watched as he bit his lips tightly before his boss noticed the little stunt I was pulling.

"Shigo, wetin dey happen for there?" The boss asked from where he was standing.

"na this idiot wan dey form Pharaoh for here boss...he no wan release hin phone..."

"he wan die ni? Bring am come here.." The boss ordered and two other guys quickly joined him and in less than 30seconds, I was being dragged to the front of the boss.

"get on your knees!" The boss thundered in a thick voice that didn't bother me atall.

I rolled my eyes sideways towards his standing members and began to think of what to do.

"are you deaf! I said get on your knees!" He ordered again threatingly and I nearly complied but little did I know that my depressed mind has taken over as the Dean of The faculty of Thinking and Reasoning of my Brain's University.

"I won't repeat it again..." He raised his gun level with my face and motioned to his guys to move back. "is he the only one proving stubborn?" He glanced back and asked his guys.
Two of them answered him affirmatively and he returned his look towards me.

"oh boy, get down on your knees!"

"I heard you the first and second time!" I fired back in a standard manner.

The mask covering his face didn't allow me to see his facial expression after hearing my unexpected effontery but I could surmise from his body dialect that he was suprised.

He was silent for a few seconds before he ordered all the other guests on their knees to lie face down on the floor. He noticed the expensive wedding ring on my finger and a smile errupted from behind his mask.

"I can see you are a rich guy. You must have been over-pampered from birth which is why you no wan obey simple command. I go deal with you myself. I go teach you lesson wey you no go ever forget!" He ended and ordered two of his guys to force me to my knee.

I struggled with them briefly but they overpowered me quickly. The boss held my hand and removed the one-day old wedding ring in my finger. He tossed it to the guy holding the big wallet.

The two guys (holding me down) moved to my sides and their boss started searching my body for other valuables.

He chuckled loudly when they came in contact with my S8 phone.

"hey guys! This idiot is forking rich!" He roared loudly and the other guys jeered happily.

I was not bothered atall despite what he took from me. I was just acting on the hope that he will stick to his word and kill me for being stubborn.

"oya, where is your cash?" The boss asked me.

I shot him a look of apathy and he repeated the question again.

"You are stupid if you think a rich handsome guy like me will come to this gawdforsaken place with cash.....you are a bloody fool!...." The effect of the heavy slap that landed on my cheeks after that statement was enough to snap me back to sanity but apparently, I was too far down the depression lane, hence no way of coming back.

'yes! Finally! We are getting somewhere!' That was the thought that crept through my mind at that moment.

"if you say one more word like an insult again, I will blow your head off!" He declared firmly with his gun's nozzle kissing my forehead. I prayed for him to pull the trigger but the idiot just withdraw the gun and started operating my phone.

"whats your password?" He asked me without looking at me.

"my date of birth..." I answered back.

He shifted his gaze to my face. "am I suppose to know that?".

"yes. Unless you are too far into the foolish la...." Another slap landed on my face, although this time it came from one of the guys holding me down.

I smiled sheepishly and used my tongue to feel the warm effect of the slap inside my mouth.

"whats your Date of birth... I won't ask again..." The boss demanded.

I cleared my throat and pretended to be in a thinking mode.

"answer me!" He thundered.

"I was born five years before your mother was born, so start treating me with some respe...." This time, it wasn't a slap that interrupted my statement, rather, it was a heavy knock on the head from one of the guys holding me that nearly sent my face landing on the floor.

The pain I felt, instead of making me see the need to stop being stubborn, but rather it opened my mind to another state of mental delusion. I.e semi-saddist, hence the irrational things am doing right there.

I grumbled with a deep sigh and mustered up the strenght to talk.

"you bloody fools, you expect me to tell you that 1-9-8-6 is my password abi? You dey craze! Am not telling you anything...."

The boss scoffed and got busy with my phone and started operating it with the information I just gave him subconsciously.

Everyone was silent while the boss was busy. Am just hoping he gets angry and blow my head off. Atleast, he would have saved me the stress of killing myself.

"which of the banks app do you have cash?"

"Power Bank...." I answered with a tone of temerity.

"what? Which bank is that?" One of the guys holding me down asked in a confused tone.

"its the type of bank you fund with a USB cord connected to an electric socket...."

"boss, abeg, make I kill this bastard...." The guy with the big wallet voiced out angrily.

The boss, instead of getting angry just faced the guy and smiled. "Franco, calm down... I think thats exactly what he wants. He has a death wish...but we are just here to take some cash, not to have blood on our hands. We are the SpiderBrothers. We only rob the lavish spenders. We are not killing anyone!"

"what! Thats not our agreement atall...." I countered him.

"I don't remember making any deal with you..."

"but you said you will kill anyone that prove stubborn..."

"ah!..." He cuts in with a grin. "now I understand...thats why you have been behaving like a lunatic that wants to die. You truly want to die. But we are not killing you... You've wasted our time enough. I will take this phone with me and find a way to access your bank, then you can go kill yourself." He ended conclusively.

He turned around and backed me. He motioned to the guy called Franco to move closer. The latter quickly obeyed and he dropped my phone inside the bag.

He told his guys to round up and the guys holding me withdraw their holds on me and they all started preparing to leave.

I was left in a state of disappointment as my plan to get this coward thieves to finish me off just hit a rock.

'how am I going to kill myself now! Its midnight already and the darkness around the river area might be enough to scare me from jumping into it....how am I going to kill my....'

"thank you all for your co-operation." Voice of the boss interrupted my thoughts."I pray we all meet some other time....you can all stand up after twenty minutes after we leave. We are the spider brothers...."

He finished his statement and they all began to march towards the entrance.


While the other guests (who are still lying down all this while) were dropping a sigh of relief, I on the contrary wasn't ready to give up on this opportunity.

The next thing I knew was, I rose up quickly and ran towards the entrance. The guy carrying the big wallet was the last one to make it outside and I hurriedly rush at him and knock him to the ground. Before the other guys could stop me, I've already removed the mask covering his light and pimple covered face.

The boss hurried back in and gave me two heavy kick with his canvas that sent me landing on the floor with my back.

"boss my face! My face! He took off my mask!" Franco was shouting continuously on the floor.

I managed to get up to my feet and walked to the boss.

"mr Boss, you...have to kill me now... I...already know one of your boys.... I know his face..."

The boss fumed at me and brought out his gun. He pointed it at my face and glanced behind me. He obviously checked on the other guests that were still lying down on the floor.

The guy called Franco faced the door in an attempt to hide his exposed face from me.

"hey, there is no point in hiding your face again. I already see everything. Just tell your boss to kill me and you will be safe. Or else, am going straight to the police once I leave this place..." I stated assuringly.

The boss appeared to be considering my statement as he was just looking at my face without uttering any word for more than one minute.

After saying all that, I was expecting the boss to just pull the trigger right there, but the coward just hissed and say, "I won't kill you. Am not. "

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He then moved closer with his gun pointing at me and continued. "apart from the fact that not killing people on our operations is the only thing keeping us from getting caught, its also against our code and robbing morals..."

"you are very crazy! what stupid morals? And what happens when I go to the police? Cos trust me, the police will hear of this." I threatened further.

One of the guys holding a machete moved closer to the boss and said, "boss, I know its against our code, but our safety comes first. Our safety is under threat right now...."

"Opera, Opera, don't worry.... Can't you see this guy is suffering from mental disorder. He won't even remember this event in the next one hour. Thank Gawd he's the only one that saw Franco's face and he's not a threat...trust me no one will believe what he says..." He assured the guy with a confident tone but his gun is still pointed at my face.

"ahah, see you," I cut in quickly. " I already saw his face and I know his real name..."

"boss, he knows my name?" Franco chipped in without turning around.

"yes..." I answered.

"he's bluffing. He will do anything to get killed...."

I pointed at Franco and said, "your name is Francis! And am going to tell everyone here your name once you leave. Just incase I forget...just tell your boss to kill me now or give me the gun and I'll do it myself..."

"Boss! You heard him...do something quick na, we are wasting time...." One of the guys stated with a frightened tone. I smiled inwardly as my plan seems to be working atlast.

"calm down guys. If thats the case, then lets take him with us. We can decide what to do with him later... Couguar, give Franco another mask.... Opera, check on the guys outside to see if the coast is still clear and lets get out of here quickly...." The instructions were quickly followed and the boss moved closer to me and whispered. "not with my gun, but you might get your wish afterall...."

I grinned at him and sighed out. Atlast, am finally getting to die.

One other guy stayed with the people lying down on the floor while the rest went about carrying out the task given to them.

One minute of silence passed before the door entrance door suddenly flew open and a guy rushed inside. "boss...boss.... Spoilers are coming... I see their car from afar...." The returning Opera delievered that message in a hurry.

A frightened look appeared on their boss's face from behind the mask.

"Lets go! Lets go!!" The boss ordered and they started preparing to move out.

"boss, what about him?" The fifth guy asked his boss while pointing at me from the entrance.

The boss glanced back and began to contemplate on which risk is higher. The risk of taking me with them and slowing them down in escaping or the risk of leaving me to talk to the police?

"him? We can't take him. He will get us caught..." He finally stated and they began to rush out.

The thought that they are leaving me behind without killing me was unacceptable to me at that instance. I ran after them and was lucky to catch up with their boss as he stepped outside the dark environment of the building. I used all my strenght to push him forward and he fell face flat on the concrete floor, hence causing the gun in his hand to fell off. I gave him another knock on the head and I quickly rose up to get the gun.


The other guys didn't stop in their tracks and they were oblivious to their boss's present situation.

I picked the gun and held it firm in my jiltery hand.

The boss got to his feet and started backing away slowly after seeing his gun in my hand.

"run! Idiot!" I shouted at him and he quickly succumb to my voice.

I glanced around to see if someone was watching me. I only heard a police siren sound from nearby and that gave me the sense of haste needed to carry out my long awaited task.

Hell! Here I come!

I placed the gun on my heart and was about to pull the trigger when I realised that doing that will be like shooting Adejoke and everybody I've ever loved. My mum, my siblings and Chris included.

Thinking again, I held the gun above my face and placed it on my forehead.

If any part of my body should die first, it has to be the department responsible for every decision I've ever made and my brain faculty happens to be the one.

I closed my eyes and prepared to pull the trigger. I released what I hoped to be my last breath on earth and without further delay, I squeeze my finger on the trigger of the gun. I was expecting a bullet to pierce open my skull and a gunshot sound but none of it came. I squeeze again and again but still got the same result.

I checked the gun and hissed after seeing that the life-taking toy was still on 'safe' mode.

I quickly raised the hammer of the gun and made it ready to fire.
I returned it to my forehead and started pulling the trigger gently.

Well, you can guess what happens when the trigger of a fully loaded gun is pulled.

The sound that followed was too deafening and it was enough to...........



TBC.

menwongo:
Welcome home bro

As hot as the beginning

what an essential reader u are bro. I love the fact that have gat u behind me. Thru thick and thin. U are amazing bro. Thanx 4 being another source of inspiration. I app it

hapsonv:


My Birth date is 29th, August, tanx Boss nd welcm once again

aiit bro. Noted. Thanx

hapsonv:
Wow! TheBlessedMan is back. Welcome back Boss. First to comment after the Boss himself. Pls my Birthday is in a weeks time. do mention me in ur next update. Thanx nd u welcm once again

hbd in adv bro. Date please?

manuelFORBES:
i think you are among the people plagiarising his story. Or why would u quote a whole update for a comment? Abeg, modify it.

bro abi u no see tactics? Chai...ah don enter am

Flakins:
take ur time dear. We are behind you. Na we dey rush u. I heart you dear

i heart u too dear. Thanx alot

Pinkie2018:
I have missed ur update; I cant wait; welcome

awn...thanx so much dear. Thanx

Lolz

Elviswifey1:
Seriously this darous guy self.I feel no pity again for him.he does not deserve that woman joke.so selfish n cowardice for my liking.