Episode 3
I jerked down out of sheer impulse,to say the truth
I was my tippytoes now,”d--n dat shot could have
come from anywhere”,”what if the shooter was
aiming for me ,”thoughts raced through my mind
faster than a speeding bullet.I had split seconds to
assess the situation,wait!!!,i saw something,there
was a flicker of light in the distance,i saw it or at
least I was sure I did…preparing myself for the
worst.i slipped my cold feet into my trainers and
stepped into the forest towards the flicker of light
which I had seen earlier…..i had unending shrubs
and overhanging branches to deal with.”i should
have brought a machete” I thought to myself but
no!! I was planning to be as discreet as possible
to ensure that I didn’t alert the shooter of my
presence in case he hadn’t noticed already…As I
approached the flicker of light,i started hearing
faint voices……again!!!!,they were
unmistakeable,they were the same set of voices I
had heard earlier,i was sure this time…..Creeping
like a shadow through the bush as expertly as I
could I had three things on my mind,such a
sophisticated weapon in this bush??,who could the
shooter be??,what was the flicker of light doing
here!!!!!,why did the shooter shoot??…..Twigs and
dry leaves rustled as I inched towards what now
appeared to be a large bon-fire.the voices I had
heard were now becoming audible enough for me
to pick out what was being said……To my
dismay,there were a lot more people than I had
prepared for judjing from the multitude of
voices…….very cold chills crept up my spine as I
made out a line. from their chants…..Aro mate
xxooooo………to which the others replied
”bloody”……this was the initiation ceremony of the
dreaded ”supreme vikings confraternity”right in my
backyard….this apparently was were the gunshot I
heard was fired from…..My pistol shook in my
hand as I prepared myself for a long night
I had shot people in my life time but I had never
killed with the weapon that was clenched tightly in
my hands…..i was sweating hard now,”i should
have brought more epinephrine”,i thought to
myself.in my shock I had stepped on a dry twig
with a lot of dry leaves on top.As close as I was to
the gathering,if I raised my foot,i was bound to be
sniffed out by these blood thirsty cultists.from my
vantage point,i looked and observed the entirety of
the gathering.they were about thirty five(35) able-
bodied guys brandishing weapons ranging from
guns,cutlasses and menacing clubs…The colours
red and black were evident in all corners of their
clearing with several skulls and bones hanging
above the bon-fire directly.they were singing now
in heavy igbo language….
”kama mmiri ga erim ooo…..
Ka m see n’elu ee…….
”supreme vikings…….
Ka m see n’elu eeee……..
I was visibly shaken beyond reasonable doubt,this
wasn’t some random child’s play,hadn’t finished
with that thought when they stopped singing
abruptly.About ten blindfolded guys were led into
the clearing as I could see,each holding a red
candle and wearing nothing but their boxers.As I
strained my eyes to see more.The twig below my
feet cracked,”d--n”I cursed in my mind as three of
dem looked in my direction.i could see the three
sets of blood shot eyes looking in my direction as
more of dem joined shouting ”wida the 411”.”Now
you’ve really done it blood”,i whispered under my
breath…..
I stopped dead in my tracks as five menacing
figures carrying shiny looking automatic rifles
headed towards my direction.i could see them but
they couldn’t see me.A fact for which I could be
glad for the mean time.Two of dem walked past
my actual location while the one walking in front of
the remaining two reached my location,he stopped
dead in his tracks,put his hands on his necklace
and yelled to the others,”the palamus position here
ooooo”….s--t!!! apparently this nigga had jazz…I
had split seconds to react.If I shot any one of
dem,make no mistake in the fact that there were
thirty-five of them armed to the teeth ready to
make mince-meat of me if d need arises.I was
muscular but could only take two of dem at
once…..so shooting was out of the question,i
quietly dropped my trusted companion(the pistol)
in the underlying shrubs and used dry leaves to
cover it making a mental note to find it later with a
metal detector I had stocked in the house.As the
huge muscular frame of the guy drew closer,he
reached into the shrubs surrounding me and
touched my face.He had found me!!!!!!
Without waiting for him to make any other move,i
grabbed his hand,pulled him with all the muscles
in my upper body causing him to hurl
forward,through the shrubs and into where I
was.Not waiting at all for him to land,i gave two
quick jabs,one to the throat and the other point
blank on the chest.He was on his back on the
ground now writhing in pains but there was a
problem now,the others could see me….
As fast as I could,i ran through the bushes but I
dared not run towards my house……A barrage of
gunshots banished d silence of the cold night as
branches and leaves behind me got torn apart by
both bloodthirsty cultists and speeding
bullets…..The hunt was on……
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