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Episode 69
It was an aggressive knock and Brenda
thought it was Inspector Jack. Michael
wondered who it was since he wasn‟t
expecting anybody. Why should somebody
knock on his door like that? It made him
angrier. “Who is that?” he asked.
* * *
The gang had met them outside the old mall close
to Michael‟s house. It was getting very dark
so Allen had also lost some of his fear. He
now strutted about behind Nimrod as his boss
addressed the gang members,
who were
brandishing various weapons and firearms.
However, these old loyalists of Nimrod knew
him before he went to prison, because still
fearing a backlash from the gang due to their
having murdered Glen, Allen had simply
invited only those who had supported Nimrod
for this initial operation, pending an official
meeting where Nimrod would be proclaimed as
the new gang leader. “Listen up,
everyone!”
began Nimrod, smiling. “We gather that
Michael is back.
We are going to pay him a visit right now.”
“Couldn‟t we wait till it‟s midnight, boss?”
asked Jangfu, a bully-like fellow wielding an
AK47. “No, my friend,” objected his leader.
“There are plainclothesmen guarding our
target, so we must get to his house before
time in order to take care of this headache
before knocking on our friend‟s door.
Linus
will open the gates for us, so we will have no
problem getting in.” “What if the police call
for reinforcements before we get to them?”
someone asked from the other end of the line.
“Then we will have to get to them before they
do that, right, Okon?”
The gang laughed at
this, but again, silence prevailed.
“We‟ll have to be deftly quiet,” Allen reminded
them.
“Surprise is the only means of dissuading a
call for help.” “Allen is right,” agreed Nimrod.
“That is why we will not be carrying any noisy
weapons.” Jangfu was downcast.
“Not even
my baby?” he wondered aloud. “No, my friend,
not even your Kalashnikov. We will only use
pistols fitted with silencers.”
* * *
Linus had quietly opened the small gate for them when
the group of seven men arrived at Michael‟s
place.
He was grinning toothlessly, because he‟d
been pounding Esther inside his small bunker
before the three-tap signal came through the
wall of his gatehouse loud and clear. The girl
was now all but conscious on his bed, having
smoked a larger quantity of the hellish drug
before he pulled aside her panties. She was
still fully dressed when he came inside her the
first time, he thought with glee. Maybe he
would kill her that night after banging her
again after the operation. “Situation report,”
ordered his boss.
“The officers are in their
apartment, Nimrod. The one on the left next to
Michael‟s flat. I don‟t think they suspect
anything yet.” “Good,” said Nimrod, nodding.
He brought out a pistol fitted with a silencer.
Lead the way, Linus.” “With all pleasure, sir.”
* * *
Michael angrily opened the door to see
who was knocking fiercely on it. Two strangers
faced him. The one at the front was pointing a
gun at him. “Don‟t try anything stupid. Now,
gently step back,” Allen commanded.
Michael obeyed and the two men walked into
the house. Six other men followed them before
closing the door shut. They quickly covered all
avenues of escape and Brenda went behind
Michael‟s back as he just stood there,
confusion and fear etched on his face. Nimrod
knew that the woman in the room would
scream, so he said, “Look, pretty lady…you
better not scream.
If you do that I will not
hesitate to blow your brains off.” He looked at
Michael and almost leaped for joy. This was
the moment he had always dreamt about for
the past four years. “Hello, brave young man,”
he scornfully began. “Are you Michael?”
Michael stood there helplessly. He didn‟t know
what to say or what to make out of the
situation. Somehow, he was more concerned
about Brenda being in danger.
“Answer me!
Are you Michael?” “Yes, I am Michael.” He
could barely hear his voice. Nimrod snorted.
“The brave Michael. Do you still stick your
nose into other people‟s business? Oh, permit
me to introduce myself.
I am Nimrod, can you
remember? The guy you sent to prison a few
years ago?” Nimrod pointed at Allen and said,
“And this is my very good friend, Allen. Oh,
Mr. Michael, you are a very important man.”
Then he said to Allen, “Hold the girl, don‟t let
her do anything stupid.” He stared at Michael
with so much hate. He felt his adrenaline rush
around inside him like hot flame.
“The day you
came into my life was your last day on earth,
Michael. You have died in my mind a million
times, but this time, I will make sure you
remain in hell!” Allen suddenly grabbed Brenda
and held her hands behind her with one hand,
while using the other to circle her neck. He
was almost choking her.
He could feel her
trembling in his arms. As soon as she had
realized that this was Nimrod, Brenda knew
that she and Michael were in serious danger.
She had never been this close to death in her
life. Allen‟s grip wasn‟t making things any
easier for her.
Nimrod was now with the gun. It was pointing
at Michael. He looked murderous.
He walked
up to Michael and kicked him violently on the
stomach, causing the fellow to reel backwards
as he clutched his belly with his hands. While
he was still bent in anguish, Nimrod gave him
a hard slap across the face, flinging his head
to the left. Brenda thought she felt the pain.
She let out a low groan and Nimrod turned to
her.
He remembered what had happened at Glen‟s
place the day they killed him.
Glen had been
with a woman and because of their
carelessness; she had escaped and given his
description to the police. Now the cops were
on his tail. Perhaps he should take care of the
girl first, he thought. He could make her pay
for the mistake Glen‟s girl had made.
“Well,
well, well,” he began, turning towards Michael.
“Maybe I should start tormenting you by
making you watch me slay your girl. Is she
your girl?” Michael didn‟t answer. The
psychopath wanted to kill Brenda, he thought.
He didn‟t know what to do. He couldn‟t just
stand there and watch the idiot kill the love of
his life. If only he could save her.
“Please,
leave her out of this,” he managed to say.
“Bring her to me,” Nimrod said, and brought
out a short jungle knife from his pocket. Two
of his goons took Brenda from Allen and
dragged her over to their boss. Nimrod gave
Allen the silencer and turned to the girl.
Instinctively, Michael looked over to a side
table on which he had left his phone.
“Don‟t
bother,” Jangfu told him. “The guys assigned
the task of watching over you are all dead.
They didn‟t see death when it was staring
them in the face! And yes, all your neighbors
are cowards…they dare not intervene or call
the police!” At this, the men burst into
laughter. Only Michael and Brenda could not
join them. Nimrod grabbed Brenda and
griped
her neck with his left hand while he pointed
the knife to her chest with his right hand.
“I guess she is your girl,” he growled with
justification. “It is a pity she is in the right
place at the wrong time.” He was going to cut
her, Michael thought. He realized that things
had gotten out of hand. Everything was
happening so fast. He didn‟t even have
enough time to think. Was he going to stand
there and watch this bully slay his girl? No
plan seemed to come into his head. He had
noticed that Nimrod liked talking. Perhaps he
should buy more time for Brenda by
making
Nimrod talk. “Please, I beg you,” he
stammered, getting the gang leader‟s
attention. “I will do anything you want me to
do. I mean anything, but just spare her life, I
beg you. She is just an innocent girl who
knows nothing about your going to jail. Killing
her will make no sense. It is me you want.
Here I am…kill me, slay me, but please don‟t
touch her.” “Do you think it matters to me
what you think or what you want?” snarled the
psycho holding Brenda. Even Allen was taken
aback. “I hate you! Do you hear me? I hate
your guts! You ruined my life! You sent me to
hell on Earth. Just shut up! You will
watch her
die!” Then he paused, briefly. “On second
thoughts,” he said.
“You will watch her gang-raped before you
watch her die!” “Yeah!” growled Jangfu,
nodding in approval. The other men were also
nodding their heads in appreciation.
Allen was
smiling with glee. His new boss sure knew
how to treat the boys! It was then that Brenda
found her voice. “Please,” she whimpered,
shaking involuntarily. “Please, do whatever
you want with me, but…but spare Michael‟s
life!” “Brenda, no! What are you
saying?”
Michael was dismayed by her proposal. “Ho
ho!” bellowed Okon, standing close to the
door. “The girl wants it already!” He zipped
open his fly and pulled down his trousers. The
other men were doing the same thing.
Nimrod pointed the gun at Michael and let go
of Brenda. He turned to Allen. “Tie him up,” he
ordered.
To be continued….