07/30/2022
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I saw the new vehicle cruising in from afar- I fastened my seatbelt and pressed hard on the gas pedals. Immediately the driver saw me approaching, thinking it was his collegue, he slowed down and parked at the side of the untarred road. I never planned to stop. I increased my speed and planned a head-on collision. By the time the driver realised what was happening, I was already close to him. He tried to reverse the car, but he was too late. I rammed into his. I saw him swerved back and forth as his car swerved.
I reversed and planned another attack. This time, sideway- through the driver’s side. The guy driving the car hasn’t overcame the shock of the first collision. As I drove nearer, I saw him hung his head. He shook off the shock and looked up slowly. By this time, I was already close to his car. He scrambled for his gun. I pressed on the accelerator harder- my vehicle jolted like a lightening. He aimed, but I was already there- I hit it again and this time, the car summersaulted. I stopped my vehicle and ran towards it. He was already dead. Through the window, I retrieved his guns.
The journey to the main base was simple- I followed the vehicular tracks on the dusty road. It leads me right to the gate. I had no plans, but I planned to pursue my intentions. With the driver that was down, on his way to retrieve Fredrick and the other two, stranded with Fredrick, I wouldn’t be dealing with more than five more street soldiers. I drove towards the gate as normal as I could imagined. Few meters from the gate, the guard at the gate spotted me, he quickly opened the gates. It was the routine, so, I moved on. I was sure that by the time he realised it was me, he would raise an alarm. So, as soon as I neared the gate, I veered towards his position. It was too late for him, he tried to run, but I rammed him to the wire fence. He groaned and struggled. I kept my foot hard on the accelerator and pressed him harder against the fence. He bellowed in agony and screamed. He struggled against the power of the four wheeled truck that raises dusts into the air behind it. Then, he gave up.
The security was poor enough- I likey! No one spotted a thing. I came down, went to check on the guard, who now lay on the bonnet, still. As I put my hand on his neck to feel his pulse, he grabbed my hand and tried to pull me over. Luckily, I was with my gun, he got pistol-whipped and went numb. I knew he wasn’t dead, so, I hit him a couple of times. I felt his pulse, he was dead.
I took his gun and went through the back. The first place I went was the banquet hall. It was expectedly empty- I hid a gun at the back of the curtains. As I opened the door to leave, I got a blow to the nose. I staggered backwards and got stopped when I rammed against the table. I shook my head to clear my head, but as soon as I did that, I got another to the head. I knew it was time to act. I fell on the floor and rolled beneath the table. I got up from the other side to face my assailant.
‘You’re just a lady.’ He said. ‘How could you have done all the things I heard you did. You certainly had help. I am sure of that.’ He said as he rolled his sleeve and circled me, ready for a fight.
‘You are about to find out.’ I said through the taste of blood in my mouth.
‘Oh, I would love to.’ He kowtowed. ‘After you, lady.’
‘What?’ I asked.
But before I would complete the statement, he came flying with a punch. I ducked and swiftly rolled to the other side. I clenched my fist.
‘Don’t be sneaky.’ I said. ‘Be fair.’ I smiled.
‘Oh, I am being fair.’
He charged at me again and I tracked back. Nothing in my head was ready for him. Like a pro, he threw punches at me. A hook both left and right that I managed to evade, but not the uppercut that followed. My brain screamed as I was lifted up with his uppercut. I slammed on the floor.
‘Too bad.’ He said. ‘You seem like a kid to me.’ He teased and bounced in my front. ‘Get up, bittch.’ He said.
I struggled to my feet and held my punch ready.
‘Bring it on, pu$$y.’ I said.
He came again. This time, I was ready. I evade all his punches and threw mine- with his right hand, he caught it right in the air and hooked me a punch twice in the stomach before finishing it up with a back slap! I rolled in a complete cycle only to face him again. My ear ached from punch across my ear. I held my head as I landed on the floor. There was no more need to try- he would definitely kill me.
‘Get up, bittch.’ He teased.
There was a slow clap in the room. I managed to look up, it was Harry; he already sat at the far end of the table, enjoying the show.
‘Good one, Jack.’
‘Thanks boss.’ Jack responded.
‘But. I feel this is rather a one man show. You would certainly kill her. I wouldn’t say you shouldn’t, because you must. But, how about you use just one arm to fight her?’
‘Sure. She’s not worth…’
He groaned to finish his statement. I had punched him in the ear. Before he could recover, I swirled and kicked him in the stomach. As he doubled up, holding his stomach with his two hands, I brought an uppercut upwards to straighten him- right on his face. He fell flat.
‘That’s bad. Harry said. ‘I was thinking the show would last longer.’
‘You are dead, Harry.’
‘Not yet.’ Jack said and caught me right on the heel.
I swerved around to hit him with the second feet but he caught it too and pulled me down. No sooner had I touched the floor that he dragged me towards himself. He was already kneeling. I was ready for him, he was not. As soon as I was close enough, I sat up while still dragged and punched him in the nose. He let go of my feet and it was easy to kick him with both feet. He staggered up and backwards, towards the window. I didn’t allow him to settle, I turned around and gave him a forceful hind kick. He slammed against the glass. I swirled and kicked him again. This time, I was successful; he crashed through the window, outside her went.
‘Oh, no Harry,’ I teased, ‘your boyfriend is gone!’
‘Very shameful.’ Harry said.
‘Harry, you are dead.’ I said and I made to move towards Harry.
‘Bring him in.’ He ordered.
Immediately, one of the guards brought in David, with a gun to his head. He was sobbing loudly. I stooped immediately.
David!’ I screamed. ‘Please, let him go!’
‘Well, too late. You should have stayed dead, Kate.’
‘Please.’ I sobbed.
‘If she tries to move, shoot him.’ Harry ordered his guard.
‘Now, Kate, take this gun and shoot yourself.’ He slid a gun across the table. ‘I believe that would end all these and Terry, would be just fine.’
I starred at the gun.
‘You got just five minutes to decide, Kate.’ Harry said and sat down.
I took the gun, looked at it for a while, crying profusely, thinking of what to do. I couldn’t aim that perfectly, I would have shot at the guy holding David. I had no choice, I put the gun to my head. David was so terrified, crying.
‘Good girl.’ Harry said.
I sobbed on. By now, my mucus had mixed with my saliva and I was eating it all.
‘Please, take care of him.’
‘Oh, please, don’t make me cry.’ Harry teased. ‘Be quick about this. Hey,’ he turned to the guard, ‘cover his face, I don’t want him to see this.’
Immediately I felt they were distracted, I aimed at the guy and fired. Harry started to laugh and I stopped and starred at the gun in my hands in surprise. It was empty. I stood like a fool.
‘See, I told you, didn’t I? I told you she would do that.’ Harry laughed as he talked to the guy.
I watched him collect the gun from the guard and aimed at me. This time, I was already weak. My mind was blank and I knew I had definitely blew it. Harry fired, it caught me on the right chest. I fell. I starred at the ceiling, thinking about how it would all end. For the first time, I could see the design and shape of the ceiling. I thought about how I should have listened to Fredrick, at least, I would have come back for David.
Harry blocked my view of the ceiling as he appeared- his gun, pointed right at me. He beamed with smile- a victorious one. He aimed at me and fired another slug to my chest. I didn’t fight it- it was definitely the end. Maybe, it was time to rest. I said to myself as another bullet caught me in the thigh. I groaned. Harry started to laugh and talk, but I couldn’t hear a thing he was saying. The guy, who was holding David also came forward and to meet him. They laughed and talked. But I couldn’t hear them. Only a low static noise went into my ears, my visions became blurred and darkened, slowly- I was definitely dying.
Harry squatted beside me and talked, but I couldn’t hear. His mouth was moving but I could only hear low static noise. He held the gun to my head and smiled broadly. I saw his hand cocked the gun, his fingers on the trigger, began to move, to pull the final round. I closed my eyes slowly, ready for it.
There was a bang- a shot from his gun. I decided not to move, there was no reason to. The end was near. I accepted that. I only wished that David would be taken care of. That’s all that mattered to me. Tears streamed down from my eyes, but I refused to sob. Suddenly, I could hear. No more static sounds but somewhat like a loud wail in a vast hall. I tried to open by eye but it closed again. I could hear the voices. I was expecting more shots to hit me but none came. That’s was when I realised that Harry never shot me. He pointed the gun, I heard the shot, but it wasn’t from Harry.
I opened my eyes again, this time, I saw Harry, pointing a gun towards the window and shouting. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he wasn’t joking. Beside me was the guard that was laughing with him when he was about to shoot me, he was dead. Harry had shot him. I was confused. Why would Harry shoot the guard? I asked myself.
I shook my head better and I could hear the voices a bit clearer. Harry pointed his gun towards the window. I could hear another voice now. It was child’s- sobbing. I shook my head again and this time, I heard well.
‘Put the gun down, Terry. Put it down!’ Harry shouted.
Terry? My mind raced through the names. David! That was David. I looked towards the window, where Harry pointed his gun, it was at David. Oh, my God! I tried to stand up but I couldn’t.
‘Terry. It’s bad to kill, okay? You just shot my man here. Put down your gun- we call talk about this.’
I looked at David. He held the gun in both hands, definitely terrified, sobbing, but determined.
‘Terry…’
‘Shoot him, David!’ I mustered some strength.
‘Shut the fucck up!’ Harry screamed at me. ‘Don’t listen to that bittch, okay? You are a good boy.’
‘David, please.’ I said.
Harry aimed at me in a sharp quick movement and fired his gun. He missed. In a flash, he was aiming back at my son.
‘You got the count of five to put down that gun, Terry. Or whatever the fucck your name is. I swear, I will shot you. I am done pleading with you.’ Harry shouted at him.
‘Please, don’t kill him.’ I cried, trying to get on my feet.
‘You are not dead yet? You got nine lives, yeah?’ He chuckled as he responded to my plea. ‘Don’t worry, I will take care of you. But it’s a pity I gotta kill this brat.’
‘Please…’
Terry fired at David, and right in my eyes, David wet down. The gun in another direction. I fainted.
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I woke up to many beeping sounds. My head aches. My body too. The trauma of losing David weighed all over me. My strength, all gone. I began to cry. Fighting Harry was not an option. After seeing David die, the next things was to follow suit. All the will to fight faded in an instance. I expected Harry to finish up his job. I decided to stand up and run to him. I know what he would do, he would shoot me. But that was all I wanted, that was all that must happen. I have to die.
I gathered my strength and tried to sit up, but it appeared I was tied. I fell back and tried to open my eyes. Everything was a bit dark, blurry. I closed it and tried again, then I could see clearly, where I was. It was in a room; I was on a bed. The beeping sound was from the heart monitor machine and the ropes that held me down were many tubes that conduits fluids into various veins on my body. I fell back on my bed.
‘Oh, my God, David.’ I cried.
‘David is fine.’ A voice answered me.
I quickly glanced to my side, I didn’t know he was sitting there, beside me.
‘David is fine, Cindy.’ Fredrick said again, a smile on his face and a tap to my arm.
‘He is?’ I sobbed.
He nodded and smiled.
‘You need to get well, okay.’ Fredrick said.
‘No, I need to see my son.’ I said and sat up. I began to remove the drips on me.
‘Don’t do that, Cindy.’ Fredrick held me down. ‘I will order them to bring in your son, but you need to get well. You were almost dead. I warned you not to come.’
‘Please, before you kill me, let me see my son.’
‘No one’s gonna kill you, Cindy.’ Fredrick let go of me and gestured to a guy by the window. ‘Bring David in.’
‘David?’ The guy said.
My heart leaped. ‘He’s dead, isn’t he?’ I began to cry. ‘He’s dead! I saw Harry shot him!’
‘Bring in Terry. Will you?’ Fredrick said.
‘Oh, sorry. I don’t know any David.’ The guy muttered and exited the room.
‘I am sorry.’ I whispered to Fredrick.
David was brought in- hale and hearty. I couldn’t contain my joy as I held him to my chest and cried uncontrollably. My joy knew no bounds. After I had taken my time, I turned to Fredrick and thanked him.
‘It’s okay.’ He replied.
‘Please, let me take him. Let me go.’ I pleaded. ‘Do not let Harry take…’
‘Harry is dead, Cindy. You are free now.’
‘He is?’ I was surprised.
‘Yeah. I killed him!’ Fredrick said.
‘Your father?’ I whispered. Both confused and happy at the same time.
‘Well,’ he began, ‘I came in just when he was pointing his gun at the poor boy. I knew my father, he would kill him.’
‘But… But I heard the gun shot, I saw David fall.’
‘Yeah, he was just scared. He must have thought he was dead when he heard the sound. I was the one that shot my father.’
‘I’m sorry.’ I whispered
‘Don’t be.’ He stood up. ‘I never liked him. Get well. I already arranged how you’ll get to Mexico.’ He said as he was exiting the room.
‘Can we go now?’ I said as he was about to leave.
‘You don’t want the money?’
‘No.’ I quickly said. ‘It was your father’s; keep it. Just let us go. Please.’ I begged.
Fredrick smiled. ‘We shall see.’
He said and exited the room. I was scared. I can’t take another round of trouble.
‘Lord help me.’ I whispered.
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There was a bang- a shot from his gun. I decided not to move, there was no reason to. The end was near. I accepted that. I only wished that David would be taken care of. That’s all that mattered to me. Tears streamed down from my eyes, but I refused to sob. Suddenly, I could hear. No more static sounds but somewhat like a loud wail in a vast hall. I tried to open by eye but it closed again. I could hear the voices. I was expecting more shots to hit me but none came. That’s was when I realised that Harry never shot me. He pointed the gun, I heard the shot, but it wasn’t from Harry.
I opened my eyes again, this time, I saw Harry, pointing a gun towards the window and shouting. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he wasn’t joking. Beside me was the guard that was laughing with him when he was about to shoot me, he was dead. Harry had shot him. I was confused. Why would Harry shoot the guard? I asked myself.
I shook my head better and I could hear the voices a bit clearer. Harry pointed his gun towards the window. I could hear another voice now. It was child’s- sobbing. I shook my head again and this time, I heard well.
‘Put the gun down, Terry. Put it down!’ Harry shouted.
Terry? My mind raced through the names. David! That was David. I looked towards the window, where Harry pointed his gun, it was at David. Oh, my God! I tried to stand up but I couldn’t.
‘Terry. It’s bad to kill, okay? You just shot my man here. Put down your gun- we call talk about this.’
I looked at David. He held the gun in both hands, definitely terrified, sobbing, but determined.
‘Terry…’
‘Shoot him, David!’ I mustered some strength.
‘Shut the fucck up!’ Harry screamed at me. ‘Don’t listen to that bittch, okay? You are a good boy.’
‘David, please.’ I said.
Harry aimed at me in a sharp quick movement and fired his gun. He missed. In a flash, he was aiming back at my son.
‘You got the count of five to put down that gun, Terry. Or whatever the fucck your name is. I swear, I will shot you. I am done pleading with you.’ Harry shouted at him.
‘Please, don’t kill him.’ I cried, trying to get on my feet.
‘You are not dead yet? You got nine lives, yeah?’ He chuckled as he responded to my plea. ‘Don’t worry, I will take care of you. But it’s a pity I gotta kill this brat.’
‘Please…’
Terry fired at David, and right in my eyes, David wet down. The gun in another direction. I fainted.
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I woke up to many beeping sounds. My head aches. My body too. The trauma of losing David weighed all over me. My strength, all gone. I began to cry. Fighting Harry was not an option. After seeing David die, the next things was to follow suit. All the will to fight faded in an instance. I expected Harry to finish up his job. I decided to stand up and run to him. I know what he would do, he would shoot me. But that was all I wanted, that was all that must happen. I have to die.
I gathered my strength and tried to sit up, but it appeared I was tied. I fell back and tried to open my eyes. Everything was a bit dark, blurry. I closed it and tried again, then I could see clearly, where I was. It was in a room; I was on a bed. The beeping sound was from the heart monitor machine and the ropes that held me down were many tubes that conduits fluids into various veins on my body. I fell back on my bed.
‘Oh, my God, David.’ I cried.
‘David is fine.’ A voice answered me.
I quickly glanced to my side, I didn’t know he was sitting there, beside me.
‘David is fine, Cindy.’ Fredrick said again, a smile on his face and a tap to my arm.
‘He is?’ I sobbed.
He nodded and smiled.
‘You need to get well, okay.’ Fredrick said.
‘No, I need to see my son.’ I said and sat up. I began to remove the drips on me.
‘Don’t do that, Cindy.’ Fredrick held me down. ‘I will order them to bring in your son, but you need to get well. You were almost dead. I warned you not to come.’
‘Please, before you kill me, let me see my son.’
‘No one’s gonna kill you, Cindy.’ Fredrick let go of me and gestured to a guy by the window. ‘Bring David in.’
‘David?’ The guy said.
My heart leaped. ‘He’s dead, isn’t he?’ I began to cry. ‘He’s dead! I saw Harry shot him!’
‘Bring in Terry. Will you?’ Fredrick said.
‘Oh, sorry. I don’t know any David.’ The guy muttered and exited the room.
‘I am sorry.’ I whispered to Fredrick.
David was brought in- hale and hearty. I couldn’t contain my joy as I held him to my chest and cried uncontrollably. My joy knew no bounds. After I had taken my time, I turned to Fredrick and thanked him.
‘It’s okay.’ He replied.
‘Please, let me take him. Let me go.’ I pleaded. ‘Do not let Harry take…’
‘Harry is dead, Cindy. You are free now.’
‘He is?’ I was surprised.
‘Yeah. I killed him!’ Fredrick said.
‘Your father?’ I whispered. Both confused and happy at the same time.
‘Well,’ he began, ‘I came in just when he was pointing his gun at the poor boy. I knew my father, he would kill him.’
‘But… But I heard the gun shot, I saw David fall.’
‘Yeah, he was just scared. He must have thought he was dead when he heard the sound. I was the one that shot my father.’
‘I’m sorry.’ I whispered.
‘Don’t be.’ He stood up. ‘I never liked him. Get well. I already arranged how you’ll get to Mexico.’ He said as he was exiting the room.
‘Can we go now?’ I said as he was about to leave.
‘You don’t want the money?’
‘No.’ I quickly said. ‘It was your father’s; keep it. Just let us go. Please.’ I begged.
Fredrick smiled. ‘We shall see.’
He said and exited the room. I was scared. I can’t take another round of trouble.
‘Lord help me.’ I whispered.
David hugged me and sobbed.
Three days later, I arrived in Mexico, with David. Fredrick had let us go. He didn’t plan to keep us at all. Fredrick was generous enough to give us ten thousand dollars. He asked me to get a job and live a modest life. I agreed. I had no choice though. Ten thousand was enough for me to start a new life. We rented an apartment and I got a small shop and started my hair salon business. Business was slow, but it puts food on the table, helped pay for David’s school fees and we could save a little for the raining day.
Seven months later, a postman delivered a parcel, directly to my door step. It was surprise because I wasn’t expecting any. I had no friends and no family. Without doubt, it was meant for me. My name, Rosa Rodríguez was clearly printed on the parcel. I signed and took it inside. With shaking hands, I opened it and it was nearly empty- except for a small envelope. I tore the envelope and couldn’t withhold my surprise. It was a cheque for five million dollars and a letter.
‘Hi Rosa
I see that you have taken my advice and is living a modest life. I cannot tell you how happy I am.
This is gift for your son, David, on his birthday, today. I know you would be surprised, we never discussed any of this, but, I still believed you earned part of the money.
I know you said you have forgiven me about your mom, but, I am still sorry about her death.
I promise to you guys soon.
From me, Fredrick!
