1 The Life Of An Angel (2/2)
”Nna, bros, I need am bad-bad,” I replied enthusiastically. He strolled over to the stall to pick his purchases. I continued to stand s.h.i.+vering in the cold, as he conversed with the shabbily dressed youngster that manned the stall. I wanted him to hurry up so we could go back to the shanty we shared with like a dozen other guys like us. I didn't feel like a night out again. I was getting a bit spooked. The cold was getting to me or maybe I was s.h.i.+vering for a different reason. I began to look around. One can sense evil in the air; can actually perceive it like leaking propane just before a spark sets it off.
At first I could not see anything that was out of the ordinary. The buildings nearby were submerged in darkness. They stood outlined in the purple-black sky like abandoned relics.
Jide bought the cigarettes and walked back to me. He pa.s.sed me one and lit it with his cheap, plastic lighter. He lit one for himself and started the car. Suddenly out of nowhere, they appeared. The angels of darkness had come for us.
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They were all dressed entirely in black. They surrounded us, all of them holding machetes. I could feel my heart hammering against my ribcage; my throat had turned dry, my tongue stuck in my mouth. I turned to look at my cousin and was shocked to the bones at what I saw.
I had always known Jide to be absolutely fearless. Right from when he was little he didn't know the meaning of fear. But looking at his face, what I saw now was stark naked terror. That look scared me more than anything else did.
”Please …,” I heard him begging. ”Take me but spare him. He isn't a systems man.” I thought things couldn't get any worse but they were. My cousin wasn't begging for his life but for mine!
Then it occurred to me that this wasn't just a routine armed robbery - it was a hit. Jide knew who these people were. He knew the angels had come for him and that there would be no mercy. The next scene that followed would burn itself in my memory forever and start my soul spiraling down into the void.
One of the attackers handed a scimitar over to their apparent leader. He took it and moved closer to my cousin who was on his knees and screaming for mercy. Right before my eyes, the leader swiftly swung the curved sword and decapitated Jide!
There was a loud singular chopping sound as the blade severed the vertebrae and his head flew off his body and another thunk as it landed on the pavement nearby. The headless body slumped forward, the arms and legs still flailing about.
Something was happening to me. At first I thought I was going into shock but it was something much more terrible. A cold gust of wind was blowing over my heart, freezing it solid.
”Make we waste am?” asked one of them. His voice was soaked with blood l.u.s.t.
”Make we pieces am,” suggested another.
”No. He's not on our list,” said their leader. ”Just f.u.c.k him up.”
Eventually they were contended with beating me senseless and dumping me in the gutter. I was dragged out by the seller at the stall and rushed to the nearby hospital.
Three months later my body made a full recovery but not my soul. I would never be the same again. Someone new had arrived in the Dark World. I had fallen and now had a new life - The life of an Angel.
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