The Legend Of Dayo…
THE LEGEND OF DAYO
SEASON 4: THE FATHER
The two thugs exchanged glances, and then they screamed and rushed at Temi.
“Die!” screamed the thug on the right, raising his sword and bringing it down toward Temi’s head in a vicious thrust that would have laid his face open from eye to throat.
And then, Nneka watched, amazed, as Temi changed again from the disturbed and agitated young man into a calm calculating killer as he moved from the wall.
“Tika,” Temi whispered, and his fists slammed into the ribcage of the thug with the raised sword, smashing damaging blows into him that broke his ribs and chest bones.
The blows thudded into the thug with a speed so fast that Temi’s hands seemed to be moving in a blur. Blood spurted from the killer’s mouth as he tottered backward, the sword dropping from his hand, and then he crashed to the floor, dead.
“Almighty Hades!” the thug on the left whispered with sudden terror as he took a step back, staring at Temi as if he had seen a demon.
In all his life, the thug had never seen anybody move that fast, and being that devastating! Temi was naked and unarmed, and he had just killed two men who were masters with swords!
Temi looked down at the man he had just killed by breaking almost every bone from the chest the ribs of the man. The young prince took a dazed step backward, his horrified eyes fixed on his fists as a look of sheer self-disgust filled his face, and then he raised an anguished face to the skies as if seeking some answers to things he could not understand.
“Tolu, kill the bastard!” Chinua Joshua screamed.
The thug on the left, Tolu, screamed and came charging at Temi with the sword levelled at his heart when he saw that Temi was momentarily disoriented and not focused on the fighting.[stextbox id=”alert” caption=”WARNING”]Exclusive Content to http://www.aaron-ansah-agyeman.com Do not copy or share on any other site. Do not share on any WhatsApp, Facebook or Social Media page. ONLY SHARE THE LINKS TO THE STORY[/stextbox]
However, the moment the killer moved, Temi’s confusion cleared, and Nneka watched as that handsome face suddenly became set with cold aggression, and the prince spread his hands into a fighting stance with the grace and agility of a master martial artist.
“Shanu,” Temi whispered and in the blink of an eye turned away from the tip of the sword, and then he grabbed Tolu’s head and smashed it into the wall, crushing the man’s skull instantly so that thick blood and brains smeared the white walls.
Tolu fell to the ground, jerking his legs spasmodically in the throes of death.
The fourth thug who was kneeling beside the body of Jabel suddenly got to his feet, dropped his sword, and began running away so fast that his legs looked like one.
“Abiola!” Chinua Joshua screamed shrilly. “Go, you traitor! I will find you, and I swear I will cut off your damn prick and stuff it into your throat!”
Temi was taking quick steps backward, shaking his head with horror at the blood on his hands, his expression shattered by the sight of Tolu’s thrashing legs beating feeble rhythms on the ground, and then he became still.
Temi looked at the crushed head of the killer, the bones of the forehead so fragmented that the man’s face looked like a caricature of sorts.
“No, oh no, no!” Temi said dazedly as he raised a hand and put it against the wall, and for a moment he trembled, and it appeared he was about to crash to the ground.
His back was turned to Chinua in his anguish, and the crafty murderer saw his chance! He rushed toward Temidayo with his sword swinging.
“Temi!” Nneka screamed. “He’s coming behind you, Temi, my prince!”
What followed then was so brutal that even Nneka was shocked to her very core to witness!
Chinua was a giant, and dwarfed even Temi, who was a tall strapping young man. Under normal circumstances, Temi shouldn’t have been able to stand even thirty seconds of the brute strength of the multiple murderer.
Chinua Joshua slashed at Temi’s back, but he found only air!
Temi was moving with unbelievable speed, muttering words as he easily spun away from every slash and cunning movement of Chinua Joshua.
He danced away from the sword with the litheness of panther, his eyes dark orbs of fury that measured and calculated every move of the giant.
“Kalin,” Temi whispered, and then he grabbed Chinua’s right fist, drew it taut, and crashed his own fist into the joint of the giant’s elbow. There was the horrible sound of breaking bones, and Chinua’s arm snapped into the shape of a ‘V’ as Temi broke it.
The giant screamed with agony and tried to bring his left hand around to smash into Temi’s face.
“Shadi!” Temi murmured, ducking and side-stepping at the same time, lifting his right foot and crashing it down on Chinua’s left knee, shattering his kneecap and leg at the joint.
This time the scream that erupted out of the giant’s throat was inhuman, but it didn’t even move this cold killer prince as he slammed a fist into Chinua’s left arm, breaking the bone instantly!
Now both of the giant’s arms hung helplessly by his side.
Chinua Joshua stared at Temi with terror now, his face shattered by the depths of fear of another human being for the very first time in his life.
“Shad,” Temi muttered, and the edge of his hand crashed into Chinua’s shoulder blade, smashing bones and tissue into a pulpy mess, and the scream that emerged from Chinua Joshua’s throat shook the building to its very foundations!
Bent to one side, the murdering giant stared at the prince from a haze of pain, and he knew that for the very first time in his life, death had arrived at his doorstep.
“Please…spare…me!” Chinua Joshua groaned as indescribable pain racked his body. “I beg of you…with the spirits of all the past kings of Dayo…please have mercy on me! Don’t kill me, dude, come on, please, please, come on!”
But Temi had turned away from the giant, and once again he was staring at the carnage he had caused with a sad expression. But this time he didn’t moan or groan, and he seemed to accept the grim reality of what had just happened.
“I’m imparted,” he whispered softly to himself. “This is me, the new me, and I have the strength and the skills of a liberator. If this is the ways of the kings, as ordained by The Creator of All Things, if this is the way I should go, then what has to be, will be.”
He gave a shuddering sigh, and then he wordlessly walked toward the door, calmly opened it, and went inside.
Nneka knew then that the innocent, trusting boy who had almost been murdered by unknown foes, had left a big part of that innocence behind him now.[layerslider id=”6″]
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This Temidayo was a man capable of wreaking the most savage of retributions. Nneka smiled sadly to herself. The wounded boy in her bed was reborn, and he was now a man, the only man alive who had really redeemed her from her worst nightmare, from the scourge of a beast called Chinua Joshua.
Nneka got to her feet slowly, and as she walked forward she leaned down and picked up Jabel’s sword from the ground.
She began to weep pitifully as she walked slowly toward Chinua Joshua, rounded him, and watched his face with extreme hatred.
Chinua was still on his one good knee. With his other leg shattered and both arms rendered useless, sheer pain racked his body. Blood slowly seeped from his shattered bones, rendering him completely useless and incapable of defending himself from any kind of assault.
He saw murder in the eyes of Nneka, and like all bullies he quailed inside and watched her with terror as he stared death in the face.
“Nneka, Nneka, you’re not capable of this, baby,” he said quaveringly. “That man let me live, Nneka. He didn’t wish me dead!”
“But I wish you dead, Chinua Joshua!” Nneka said with quivering lips and sheer pain. “Oh, Chinua, I so wish you dead ever since you killed my parents and my little brother! Ever since you put your dirty, evil paws on me and raped me countlessly when I was just sixteen…oh, yes, Chinua Joshua, you don’t know how much I have wished you dead!”
Tears welled up in Chinua’s eyes as the prospect of death filled him with uncontrollable fear. He had never been afraid of any man, and had won all his savage battles so far. However, in the blink of an eye a lad who could move like the spirits had torn away his invisibility, and Chinua was now staring death in the face, for once, and he experienced the terror he had given others for so many years.
“Nneka, Nneka, Nneka!” he cried pitifully. “Girl, I’m sorry for the deaths of your family! I was young and stupid, girl. But I loved you! I still love you, Nneka! That’s why I searched for you all these years. Forgive me! Vengeance will never make up for my sins! Girl, I beg you!”
“You evil bastard!” Nneka screamed with passion as images of her beheaded father and raped mother flitted across her memory. And she remembered Wole, her little loving brother who had just been ten years old when Chinua had thrown him into a well. Nneka remembered her brother’s swollen, bloated body when he was fished out of the well three weeks later.
She screamed with bitterness, pain and vengeance!
And then she swung the sword at Chinua Joshua over and over in a terrifying frenzy! She was lost in the heat of the moment, and barely knew what she was doing.
Nneka only aware of the great urge to punish, to redeem, and to put the face of the evil man out of her memories, this man who had given her such nightmares almost her whole life!
She barely heard the screams of Chinua as she swung the sword relentlessly. Behind her, Temi came to the doorway when he heard her screaming, afraid that she was in danger again. When he saw the horror of what she was doing to Chinua Joshua, hacking at him like she would do a pest, he turned away with disgust and walked back into the room sadly.
When Nneka finally stopped – mainly because she was out of breath and it had become painful to raise the sword – what was left of Chinua Joshua’s head and upper chest was a pulpy, messy, bone and gore mixture that was both sickening and horrifying.[stextbox id=”info” caption=”JOIN US ON WHATSAPP“]
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