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AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN
DARK LIGHT
A ChrisEffe Bliss
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EPISODE 18
The process was called Meltdown.
It had been invented and perfected by a Ghanaian scientist called Mike Crankson. He had taken the skin-shedding abilities of a snake and perfected it in human, in the reverse order: he made humans put on a covering skin fibre that completely changed their looks.
The fibre could stay on for years, only needing a quarterly HEATING to maintain its texture.
Wailer Vroom, whose cousin was Crankson, had seen the immense use he could put the procedure to, and over the years the two of them had acquired incredible wealth with the help of the technique.
It usually took twenty-four hours to get the fibre off completely. It involved six processes broken down into four-hour intervals, with stops in between for resting and food.
The final stage was a washdown in a pressurized chemical solution.
When Steve Hollison finally stepped out of the solution and picked up the special towel to wipe himself, his appearance had changed so completely that he was unrecognisable as the Steve who had lived with Effe.
He stepped into the bathroom and took a long shower with the special liquid soap provided by Dr Crankson.
Forty minutes later, he stepped into the main hall of the beautiful villa owned by Wailer. He was dressed in black slacks and a pristine white shirt. He was fair and handsome, entirely different from the black-skinned man Effe had fallen in love with.
Wailer and Elaine were already in the hall. Elaine had also gone through the Meltdown, and she also looked different. Noticeably, she was slightly shorter, thinner and darker than she had been previously.
She was smaller, but still beautiful in a dark, classy sort of way. She was wearing a body-hugging black dress that set off her curves wonderfully.
Elaine stood up and approached Steve with a tender smile on her face.
“Welcome back, darling,” she said.
Steve nodded as he held and kissed her slowly.
“Stevie boy, another marvellous job done,” Wailer said as he approached with two glasses of wine. “You earned it, boy. Another heavy payday!”
Steve nodded and took the drink, but his eyes looked troubled as he took a sip of the drink.
“Any news about Effe?” he asked softly. “Dead now?”
Elaine scowled darkly and pushed Steve so hard in the chest that he tottered backwards alarmingly. The glass dropped from his hand, hit the floor, and shattered.
“Elaine!” Wailer said with disapproval. “What’s that about?”
“Go to hell, Stevie!” Elaine exploded. “What’s wrong with you? Why bring up that bitch now?”
Steve regained his balance and looked at Elaine with deep anger on his face.
“Because we still don’t know whether she’s alive or dead, damn it!” he exploded.
“And what does that matter to you?” Elaine asked acidly as she approached Steve. “Whether she lives or dies, we have what we set off to have! We cleaned her out, got the fucking dough! So, it shouldn’t matter if she lives or dies!”
“Cut it out, you two!” Wailer said furiously. “Clean that up, Elaine! And Stevie, no one can survive the venom, okay? My sources tell me they took her to Bolgatanga, but I don’t know what they’re gonna do with her over there. She might be dead by now, so chill out, okay?”
Steve sighed and rubbed a hand across his face.
“I just…I don’t want her to live and be deformed like that,” Steve said softly. “I’ve never seen that before, man! Look, Christie and Naomi collapsed, and died. I didn’t see them going blind, deaf, paralyzed, man. And Effe’s face…just twisted, her eyes popping out! Can’t get the damn images outta my head!”
“Oh, fuck you, Stevie!” Elaine cried furiously and slapped him across the cheek so hard that his head rocked alarmingly back.
“Cut out that shit, Elly!” Wailer cried and drew her back savagely. “Jeez, girl! Get a grip on yourself!”
“He’s a fucking fool!” Elaine cried in pain. “He’s hurting me! He was so off on this Effe girl, and there were long periods he laid off and enjoyed her company! What the fuck, Steve? Did you fall in love with her?”
Wailer handed his glass to Steve.
“Drink up, man,” he said gently. “Go on, take a slug.”
Steve took the glass and drank in one gulp.
“There, that’s good, isn’t it?” Wailer asked and put his hands on his shoulders. “Listen, man. Take it easy, okay? Venom was supposed to knock her off, but somehow, that bitch had a strong system, and it messed her up a bit. But she’s not going to survive, okay? If you want, I’ll let some of the boys follow up, find out if she’s still holding out, and then kill her. Would that be okay with you?”
“No!” Steve said sharply, too sharply, and again Elaine grunted and tried to kick him but Wailer pushed her back.
“You see?” Elaine cried desperately. “He said he doesn’t want her to suffer. You offer to kill Effe off, and he says no! That bitch got into his system!”
“She has a point, Stevie boy,” Wailer said softly, his eyes hard. “Should I be concerned about you, Stevie?”
Stevie heard the dangerous note in Wailer’s voice, and he rubbed his face with an unsteady hand.
“I’ll be fine, Wailer,” he said with a deep sigh. “I guess seeing her like that, and with that fucking white man snooping around, has set me on edge. But I’ll be fine.”
“Good, nigger!” Wailer said and smiled, but his eyes remained cold and deadly. “We made some good money, man. Your shares have been credited to your accounts. Go with Elaine and fuck, and forget about Effe. That bastard, Rupert Henderson, has been snooping around, and that is bad for everybody. So, let’s lie low for a bit, okay? Go on, fuck and enjoy!”
Steve nodded and began to walk away.
Elaine began to follow him.
“Damn it, Elly, clean up that shit on the floor!” Wailer said acidly.
Elaine nodded and marched to the kitchen for a mop and dustbin.
She cleaned up the floor and went back to the kitchen. A minute later, she followed Steve upstairs to their luxurious suite inside the villa.
She found Steve standing on the balcony.
He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
Elaine undressed slowly and, wearing only her G-string, walked to the balcony. Without a word she reached for his belt, and he knocked her hand away.
“What?” she asked coldly. “You don’t want to make love to me?”
“Jesus, Elly, gimme a fucking break!” he shouted furiously. “Can’t you bloody see I’m all spooked? Give me some time to unwind, please!”
She took a step back from him and glared at him.
“It’s still about her, isn’t it?” she asked coldly. “You still cannot get her out of your system! Well, whatever happened to her, you caused it, you bastard! You put the damn venom in her drink every night, and you brought her to where she was! You better deal with it, Stevie! Damn it, you fucking better deal with it!”
She turned angrily and marched off the balcony.
Steve threw his head back and held his forehead for a long time.
Where was she?
Was Effe dead?
She was not the first woman he had dealt with in this business. Two others had gone by, and he had murdered them without any qualms and taken their monies. So, why was Effe any different? Was it because they had not been able to make love, was that it?
Why did he go on seeing her in his mind’s eye? Her scent, her laugh, her sweetness…everything was so crystal clear in his mind!
And, most confusing of all, he was missing her!
There had been something about her, the way she was crying in the final days, as if she had heard what had happened around them!
Had she been privy to it all? Had Effe heard him and Elaine talking trash and making love?
If she had, it meant her pain had been doubled, and her agony had been terrible indeed.
“I’m sorry, Effe,” Steve whispered tragically to himself, and almost immediately tears came to his eyes.
Standing inside the room, Elaine looked at him with horror, and then she picked up a robe on the sofa and slipped into it. She belted it up and left the room, descending quickly to the hall again.
Wailer was not there, and she quickly took the door to the backyard where there was a glorious swimming pool.
She found Wailer in the pool with three naked women. He was sucking the nipples of one as his free hand played with the breasts of the other. The third girl’s head was low, bobbing up and down. Obviously, she was giving Wailer a blowjob.
“Wailer?” Effe cried.
Her voice was filled with pain, and her lips trembled.
Wailer groaned and looked around at her.
“Elly, what the fuck?” he cried, exasperated. “I told you to go and fuck your man, girl!”
“He doesn’t want to!” Elaine cried in distress. “I’m scared, Wailer. He’s changing!”
“The girl?” he asked softly, his eyes dangerous.
Elaine nodded.
“Yes, Wailer,” she said, her voice carrying a meaning.
Wailer cursed and pushed the girls away. He climbed out of the pool with his erection leading him. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist as he walked to the veranda and then past Elaine into the hall.
Elaine followed him.
“She has to die, Wailer,” Elaine said painfully. “Please, only her death will clear that fool’s head.”
“You don’t tell me what to do, damn it, girl!” Wailer snarled as he picked up his phone from a bar stool. He noticed four unopened email from England marked urgent.
He opened the first one, and as he read his face became colder and meaner. Quickly he scanned through the other three, and then his eyes narrowed fractionally.
“This Effe caper is turning out to be a real bummer,” he said in a dangerous voice. “This Rupert bastard just tied us all to the murder of the two women, and your victims too.”
Elaine’s heart skipped a beat; Wailer noticed the fear that suddenly filled her face.
“He’s dangerous!” she whispered, momentarily forgetting her problems with Steve. “Wailer, that guy must not be allowed to get any closer! He must die.”
“Don’t be foolish, girl,” Wailer said grimly. “You’re not in this team to make decisions, okay? You do what you’re bloody told to do. That guy is a high-ranking Interpol officer. If we touch him physically, the whole Interpol machinery would be turned on and the heat, my dear, would be unbearable. Plus, they would know his assumptions are true. So, basically, we can’t touch him. But I will have to find a way of hurting him badly, scaring him off the trail.”
Elaine licked her lips desperately.
“He’s shrewd, that one,” she said morosely. “But Steve told me he seemed pretty interested in Effe’s sister.”
Wailer raised his eyebrows at her.
“Ah, something useful from you at last,” he said with a sly smile around his lips. “Now, things are beginning to make sense. All along I thought his only interest in Effe was because Chief Inspector Jonathan Afful happened to be a friend of the sisters. Now I understand why he made a trip to Bolgatanga today, alone. So, he has the hots for the other twin, yes?”
“Yes,” Elaine said spitefully.
Wailer nodded.
“So, hurting Eyram will mean hurting Rupert, oh yeah!” he said, and his wicked smile increased. “Lovely, just lovely!”
He dialled a number on is phone and put it to his ear.
A minute later, he spoke.
“Fiko, go back to Bolgatanga,” he said coldly. “Plans changed. Tell George not to leave…what, he has? When?”
He listened for a while.
“Okay, get him now,” he said savagely. “Tell him to come back. Call up Abdul too. Abdul has the Locator. Steve implanted a chip under one of Effe’s toes, so you can locate her exact location. Find her and her sister. Operation Green Light.”
Elaine smiled happily to herself.
Green light meant ‘kill the targets.’
Effe and that little twit Eyram were going to die.
She turned from Wailer and hurried towards the stairs.
Time to make Steve hers again.
She found him in bed, stretched out fully and wearing only a pair of white boxers. His hands were linked behind his head, and he was staring at the incredible mural-painted ceiling with huge, unseeing eyes.
Elaine smiled as she slowly unwound the sash holding her robe closed. She wriggled out of it and let it flutter around her feet. Steve’s dark eyes were on her now as she began a sexy dance, passing her hands across her pert breasts and gently caressing her taut nipples.
She put her forefinger between her luscious lips and licked it suggestively, seductively, and then drew it down her lips to the juncture of her thighs. Steve’s eyes were glazed now as Elaine put her thumbs into the straps of the G-string and pushed it down her smooth, sexy legs in a slow, rhythmic motion that exposed her delicious derriere.
She saw his elongated appendage in his boxers, and she smiled with triumph. She got on the bed, gasping and moaning seductively, grabbed the boxers and pulled it off.
He was throbbing with desire, hard and ready. She forgot about the foreplay, only eager to have him inside her because she was so ready. One of his favourite positions was the reverse cowgirl, so as she straddled him and felt him going deep inside her, she swivelled sexily until her pert, sweet buttocks were exposed for his view and his touch.
He held her waist and brushed his hands down on her buttocks as she groaned and began a sweet circular ride on him.
But then, even as Steve Hollison enjoyed the sweetness of her ride, his mind’s eye unwittingly dwelled on Effe’s twisted face, and the way she had been shedding tears when they took her away…
The last time he had seen her!
Oh, Effe, Effe, Effe…
And then, quite naturally, his hardon began to dwindle, and although he fought hard to let the lust embrace him, it was a lost cause!
Elaine shut her eyes tightly when she felt him growing limp inside her.
“Oh, my love, I love you so much, Steve!” she moaned, intensifying her riding to keep him aroused, but as she rode him, he plopped out of her, limp and recoiled.
“You bastard!” Elaine hissed furiously. “You’re fucking thinking about that bitch, ain’t you?”
She moved off him, swivelled around on the bed, and sank a hard, vicious blow into his genitals.
Steve screamed as the grandfather of all pains exploded through his balls and shaft.
“Elaine, you’ve killed me!” he yowled with agony and grabbed his balls, his face ratcheted into throes of agony as he curled into a foetal ball of pain. “You bloody bitch!”
“You sick bastard, Stevie!” Elaine screamed and got off the bed. “If Effe is not dead, she is surely going to die now, you piece of cow dung!”
And then she walked furiously towards the balcony, stopping only to grab the huge bottle of wine which was resting in an ice bucket near the bed.
Steve remained in bed, gasping for breath and trying to wrap his mind around Elaine’s last words.
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