TEMI 2 Episode 17
AFTER 1 MONTH
Tunde paced his swelled body back and forth his large sitting room. His right five fingers clenching deftly to the phone he had uncountable used to dial Temi’s number in futile, while his left fingers clasp tightly to the staff now aiding his movement. He had gotten same response all over the time he kept trying his number. “Number Busy” has been the same humdrum reply he got. He knew definitely well that Temi would never cede to consideration of talking to him.
Tunde’s quaint face edged out a submissive look. For the past few days, the hatred and pain that always ignited his undying quest for vengeance Pour retribution had eloped him. And sometimes whenever he slept he would make out Melvin’s ghost haunting a warning to let his grudges slide and stop fighting for his course. After a long cerebration too, he had also decided to let whatever swither feelings he had harboured towards anybody escape. Temi shouldn’t be a killer, atleast he is the son of the woman he cherished most though his father had mounted top on his foes rating.
The urge to have an earnest father to son talk kept blaring him apart. He wanted to asked for forgiveness, tell him his biological parents still exist on earth. He wanted to tell him he was sorry for spinning his life round to a bloody killer. That he regretted being consumed by his bally reprisal or some sort, but the more he called Temi to talk to him, the more he got a monotonous response. He sighed up.
After fruitless tries, he slumped his swarthy body on a nearby
settee. Thinking out a better option to contact his son. Though he
deciphered the location he was presently through the help of gps on his
phone. But couldn’t detect the exact place. He just needed to talk to
him and let him know he was free to live the life he yearned for and
fall inlove with the girl of his dream.
“Hey hey hey ..Longest time and nice to see you again ” A voice blurted
out to retrieve back his long lost attention to the environs.
“Who are you” Tunde said while his wit struggled to decipher the identity of the gent looking at him evilly.
“Hmm. Wrong question man ..it’s who are we?” The voice blared out
calmly again bringing to obviousness some toughies lying in wait with
crimson eyes ready to devour even most aggressive feline.
Tunde sighed hard as he sighted the perilous looming. His end his nearer. He thought.
“A quick tint to boost your brain up” The leader of the packs said. ” I
was the last face you saw on 23rd of August, 1987. 10:30 pm!” The voice
hinted smugly, snapping Tunde’s wit to remembrance. The guy that shot
him at close range long time ago.
“So you came to finish your job” Tunde’s sounded unnerve sweat sloshing out His purs.
“Yes yes, but before that you are going to help us get that toy of
yours. We need his location or probably get him for us” Pizzarow talked
out smugly.
Tunde spat on him and foamed “kill me all i care but i will never squeal like a coward. If you need him, go get him yourself”
“Ohh sure we will definitely do that if you fail to cooperate. Just that
it will be at your own detriment” Pizzarow blurted making Tunde
released a chunk of hiss.
“Very well man” Pizzarow said as he kicked off Tunde’s staff from his
hold, making him tripped wobbling till he finally slouched down like
tamed elephant.
“We shouldn’t make this add on you.,i mean all we need is that boy that calls himself the doom! We need him.,just get him for us and we will leave you” Pizzarow churned again on the guise of concerned. Even though he knew he was lying, a professional fibber like that. Because he never had any intention of letting him go. He only wore a tame look to see if he could waft out infos they so badly needed to nap Temi.
Right from the day he was aware Tunde escaped death that very night
he had settled and swore to send him back to afterlife, not even when
his umbrageous boss Dr.Banji must not know about it.
“You are fool” Tunde boomed out as he made to stand on his feet,
countless swift chafed kick from two goons beside Pizzarow send him back
to the ground with. Tunde wriggled in hurt with a contorted face, his
blood smearing all over his face and places.
“Is that all you got”? He snarled out with scoff. If dying was the
next thing for him he was ready to die like bravely with a heart of a
warrior.
“Not at all. We still have much more of that in stock” came the bemock
reply from villainous Pizzarow. “Boom!” A stubby bludgeon smashed
Tunde’s plump cheek. teleporting him from his sprawling position to
crawling. Tunde groaned in heavy lethargy with more blood pumping out
sporadically at the same time tousling. His obstinacy was fast
dissipating to a soft pennance look as he crawled to Pizzarow’s feet and
held strongly to him like his life depended on the holding.
“You know what man? Let me just say you did well for not betraying
your integrity anyways.. Cux i’m still not going to think twice if you’d
squealed out. But right now, twill be better you die with your bunch of
pride. And as for that boy, doom or whatever they call him..trust me,
i’m going to lure him out from the from any hiding he thinks he is. His
father can’t wait to tear him apart”
Pizzarow blurted as he cast a look on the bludgeon he was holding then
back at Tunde who still writhed in pain at his feet ..”Bom! Bom!! He hit
him another round which caused Tunde to jerk in throe of pain with
more, more blood droozling out from every hole in his body. His nose,
his mouth, his eyes and ears had turned passageway for Tunde’s blood to
stave out.
“You’ve never imagined the feeling of complacency watching Father
killed his own son.. Have you ?” Pizzarow ranted on., “Well it’s just a
matter of days, two days actually. The boy will run down thinking he
wants to save someone, he won’t know he is running to his death.” He
paused to swipe the drizzling blood from the bludgeon, then continued
“if he thinks he’s got skills as trained killer of some sort, well i bet
to wait how he would handle legions of trained soldiers too who are
ready for the battle”
“Go to hell.. You can never have him. I won’t make you have him” Tunde spat out the remaining venom in his tongue.
“Buwahahahahhbabaha..” Pizzarow laughed peevishly. “I will meet you
there..,and lets see how your dead a.ss would snitch on me on your race
to hell” Pizzarow foamed out while he snapped his finger in the air.
All the five goons he brought along with him seeped out from filing
behind him as a response to his gesture. “take care of him” he snorted.
While the toughies swung into action immediately.
They thawed a very horrendous beats, hits and strikes on Tunde. He never
tried to escape. His feeble body wouldn’t allow him. He just stayed
back to savour and mellow the pounds of pain being melted on him. It
didn’t take long before the white agbada lace he put on turned crimson
with blood. His skin ruptured and snagged out exposing lumps of his
flesh. Tunde couldn’t hold the cloud of tears formed in his eyes any
longer as they frizzled out much.
Tunde cried in pain.
“Bom! Bom!! Bom!!! Bom!!! Bom!!!” The drubbing never stopped as the they relentlessly determined never to stop untill life left him. Pizzarow had intentionally planned his death to be excruciating and agonising. He watched in muse as Tunde already strewed body jerked in movement to each hit. The beating had now peeled off his clothes, his hair barbered with head splitting to reveal lump of innards from the skull. Tunde gasped for death at last.
Pizzarow sighting he was already gasping snapped his finger to stop
his goons. “Lets see how you will escape this death this time around.”
he foamed out on Tunde destroyed figure on the floor. “And Prepare for
your boy, he joins you soon.” He said, giving Tunde a gut-wrenching kick
on his jaw. His last takeaway to afterlife. With that, Tunde and his
boys strutted out of the room, with each of them dealing with pesky
sweats oozing out from them.
Tunde struggled to crawl to the settee where he dropped his phone afore,
he longed to pick his phone. But his strength betrayed him. He yelled
in agony as the reality of entrapping Temi like Pizzarow said kept
drawling at him. He knew Temi as an adept and skillful fighter, but
taking out legions of soldiers as Pizzarow emphasized made him queasy.
He never wanted Temi to die in the hands of foes, more so his father.
At that moment he rued on his niggardliness that made him lie about his biological father. He was just a blood thirsty psycho who wasted everything on avenging a dead of an innocent toddler. Well i deserve to die this way, after all i made the poor boy go through. Tunde thought. Now be could feel his index finger touching the phone. Tunde stretched harder to get it and thud! The phone fell down on his laps. He quickly groped for the phone, he could felt life eluding him slowly as he gasped for his last breath.
“pa pa pa pa pa pa” the keypad chanted as Tunde punched restively on it. When he told Pizzarow he wasn’t going to allow him have Temi he meant it. He had even decided to make up all with all the dozens of lies he placed him on. About his father and about his mother. He smiled dryly as a delivery notification to Nurse Tracy popped up on the screen.
“I love you son” he muttered.
“Come take me now” he said referring to nobody, but the new life on edge
he was about to delve into. He scoffed again as death knocked him off
and he embarked on the journey to afterlife.
Hmmm., What a good way to die ?
To Be Continued…
