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AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

DARK LIGHT

A ChrisEffe Bliss

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EPISODE 36

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Brand Bawa nodded and fought back his tears.

“We’re not going to accept death for you, my boy,” he said with a sad smile. “God brought you back. That’s all that matters. The God that has kept you alive for six years is going to make a breakthrough. Let’s go in, my boy. We need to talk. The guards would park the cars.”

Chris opened the back door, and Dezzy bounded out and ran into the house, barking excitedly. Brand Bawa stared after the dog but did not say anything.

Chris fell into step beside his father, and gently draped an arm across his father’s shoulder.

“I cured a lady, Pappy,” he said with a sad voice.

Brand Bawa stopped and looked up at his son.

“Same venom?” he asked hopefully.

Chris nodded.

“Same, with worse load,” he said. “Cure worked for her perfectly. All the load cleared.”

“But it didn’t work for you?” Brand Bawa asked. “You used the same culture?”

“Yes, and it stabilized my residual load for a while, and it stopped multiplying,” Chris said. “But then, the damn thing began to shoot up again.”

“My boy, you’ve just given me hope!” Brand Bawa said with a nod of his head. “Yes, you’re dying, but the God I serve is not going to let you die before I do! There’s hope, my boy, there’s hope. You need to keep working with that culture, change the concentrations of the various herbs. You need to get that woman to help you get a one-time cure, boy. Maybe she has something in her blood that should be amplified in yours.”

The courtyard was gigantic and luxurious with a breath-taking waterfall on the eastern wing, and a beautiful S-shaped swimming pool on the western wing.

They walked through the lovely porch which was designed like an exotic garden and passed into the gigantic interior.

“This woman you cured,” Brand Bawa said as he walked toward the bar. “Don’t tell me she was also a victim of that syndicate!”

Chris lowered himself into a kingly armchair and leaned his head back.

“Same bunch, Pappy,” he replied in a tired voice.

His father’s face tightened as he mixed a fruit cocktail and poured two glassfuls over ice cubes. He carried the drink to the living room and gave one to his son. Chris took it and drank thirstily.

“You hungry?” Brand asked.

“Not eaten since yesterday,” Chris said with a sigh.

Oh, Effe, Effe, Effe!

Is this how it is going to be?

Can’t get you out of my blood, Angelface!

Brand Bawa pressed a small knob on the table near him, and a female voice spoke through the intercom.

“Yes, Mr. Bawa?”

“Adiza, prepare the fastest-cooking, sweetest lunch available,” Brand said softly. “Chris is here, and he’s hungry.”

There was a whoop of joy from the other side as the woman screamed her head off.

“Adiza? Adiza?” Brand said repeatedly, then turned to Chris. “What’s gotten into that woman?”

A minute later, one of the doors flew open and a lithe, elderly woman in a white dress and apron flew into the room.

Adiza.

She was the chef, had been with them for as long as Chris could remember. She had been a friend of Chris’ mother, Lois, who died almost a decade previously.

Adiza was crying openly as she flew towards Chris, who put his drink down and stood up with a beautiful smile on his face. Adiza smashed into him and wrapped her arms around him.

“Oh, Yaw, Yaw, Yaw, Yaw!” she wept as she squeezed him. “Yaw Bawa! Oh, Yaw!”

She wept in her extreme happiness.

Brand sipped his drink and smiled.

“Stop fooling, Adiza!” he said softly. “The boy needs food!”

“Oh, shucks, old man!” Adiza said and took Chris’ hands. “Oh, Yaw! You broke my heart! I thought I would die without seeing you again. Please, come to the kitchen, come, come! Talk to me, Yaw.”

“I’m conversing with my son, Adiza!” Brand said. “Leave him be!”

But the woman wouldn’t, and dragged Chris Bawa after her.

Brand Bawa smiled, and sipped his drink.

He was crying, but they were tears of joy.

About two hours later, Brand Bawa strolled through the exotic garden with his son. They were accompanied by Idrissu, who was Adiza’s husband, and had also been with the Bawa family for a long time.

Brand was pointing out beautiful flowers which Idrissu nipped with a cutter and dropped into a basket. When they had gathered enough flowers, Brand thanked Idrissu and took the basket.

Wordlessly, Chris took the basket from his father as they headed for one of the stone garden benches and sat down. He watched, fascinated, as his father used the flowers to make three beautiful garlands.

“It is time, you know,” Brand said coldly as he turned and looked at his son. “We must put those bastards down, Chris, my son. Look, I know you promised Baaba to leave this bastard Wailer alone, and not take him down. But, my son, that was a stupid promise.”

“Pappy,” Chris whispered and looked at his father. “I loved Baaba, and I gave her my word!”

“Sometimes some promises must be broken, son, goddamn it!” Brand screamed and hit his son in the chest. “I brought you up to be a mean machine, my son. I taught you GojuFist myself even when you opted to be a man of medicine! We never turn the other cheek, Chris! That’s the Bawa way! We always get even, ten times harder!”

Tears glistened in Chris’ eyes as he looked at his father.

“I gave Babs my word, Pappy,” he said softly. “I can’t break it, and you know it.”

“She had no right to let you make that promise!” Brand shouted and got to his feet, and when he faced Chris, he had tears in his eyes. He pointed the cutter at his son’s face. “Look at you, my boy! You’re my handsome, brilliant son! Shit, you are the best neurosurgeon in the world, Chris! You majored in almost everything, and attained everything there was to attain in medicine! You made your wealth with your brilliance, and then what?”

Chris shook his head weakly and leaned back.

“Drop it, Pappy, please,” he said and put his face in his hands.

“I won’t drop shit, Chrissy!” he screamed, and his body shook. “Look at you, Chris! You’re like a pig now! A fucking pig swimming in the mud! Where’s the roar? Where’s the light in your eyes? That bastard intruded into our lives and took your happiness away, and you won’t act because of some stupid promise you made to your late wife!”

“Pappy, enough!” Chris hissed and held up a hand. “Enough, please!”

Without warning Brand dropped the cutter, grabbed Chris by the arms and pulled him off the bench, and then he sent his son crashing to the ground with a savage overhead throw.

Chris rolled once and bounced to his feet, and his face was squeezed up with dark emotion.

“You’re becoming a pussy, Chrissy!” Brand roared, his face filled with emotion. “And I didn’t raise you a pussy!”

“Cut it out, Pappy!” Chris hissed dangerously.

Brand Bawa walked towards his son, and then he spun around and smashed a fist into Chris’ face savagely. Chris Bawa tottered backwards, and as he fought to regain his balance, Brand smashed heavy blows into his ribcage, spun once and hammered an elbow into Chris jaw.

Chris crashed heavily to the ground again, and he was bleeding from the mouth now.

“Fucking pussy!” Brand Bawa said with disgust.

With a sudden roar Chris spiralled off the floor and with blinding speed he moved at his father, dropping into a fighting GojuFist stance as his blows came in.

What followed was a horrible, terrible exchange of lethal blows, blocks, and amazing hand-to-hand violence that ended when Chris’ right leg thudded heavily against Brand’s head in his spinning kick.

Brand fell heavily and grabbed his back.

“Pappy!” Chris Bawa screamed with remorse and dropped to his knees. “Oh, you crazy old man, look at what you made me do!”

As he was dropping low to help his father, Brand’s right fight smashed into his face, and as Chris fell backwards with a grunt of pain, he kicked out his left foot straight into Brand’s chest, and the man also crashed down heavily.

They lay on the floor, bloodied and with swellings all over their faces.

Brand touched his chest gingerly.

“You okay, boy?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, Pappy,” Chris responded, and then both began to laugh loudly.

“I missed you, boy,” Brand said with a painful grunt. “Lord, I missed you bad.”

“I missed you more, Pappy,” Chris said.

“Are you a pussy, Chrissy?” Brand asked softly.

“My Pa raised no pussies,” Chris responded coldly.

“Warzone?” Brand asked. “Fuck the promise?”

Chris stared into the sky for a long time, and then he struggled painfully to his feet. He reached a hand down, and his father grabbed it. He pulled the old man to his feet.

“Fuck the promise, yeah,” Chris said coldly. “Warzone.”

“Welcome back, Bawa,” Brand said and grimaced painfully when a shaft of pain lanced through his chest. “Fucking asshole! I’m an old man, remember that!”

Chris Bawa laughed and thumped his father’s back lovingly.

***

Elaine agreed with Wailer that Frank Williams was going to be one of their easiest preys, and there was no need to waste time on him any longer.

For starters, Frank Williams apparently had no relatives in Ghana, and did not have any dependents that stood out after Wailer ran a profile on him. He had made his money in drugs, and was now back to his birth country to enjoy his life.

The first mistake Frank Williams made was to transfer fifty million dollars into a foreign account at a bank Wailer had shareholding rights in, and whose CEO was Wailer’s ally.

This meant they could easily have access to the money if Frank died mysteriously.

The second mistake Frank made was to let Elaine see that he kept the deeds and titles to all the properties he had acquired in Ghana in a metallic safe inside his castle on the island, and he never even bothered to lock it up.

This meant they could have all his properties easily.

So, Wailer gave the order.

Frank Williams was going to die in a one-dose lethal shishank venom attack.

And Elaine was ecstatic!

Fifty million dollars was a lot of money!

Even if she got two million from Wailer, and this castle on the island, that would be enough for her and Steve to retire on!

And so, she made their last lovemaking that afternoon extra special.

She made love to Frank until he looked at her weakly from the bed with a wide, happy grin on his face.

“I’ll marry you, Elaine,” he said. “This is life!”

Elaine smiled and kissed him hard.

“I’m thirsty, my love,” she said sweetly. “Let me make you some drink.”

“Yes, make it tall and cold,” Frank Williams said gently. “But first, come here and kiss me!”

He put his hand at the back of her neck and kissed her long and sweetly, and then he released her. Elaine smiled coldly at him as she moved to the bar and picked the tall tumbler he liked drinking scotch from.

She mixed his drink over ice cubes, and then she reached into her braided hair and took out the slim phial that contained the shishank venom. She emptied the contents into Frank’s drink and then smiled coldly.

“Bye, Frank,” she muttered. “For what it’s worth, you’re one of the best screws I ever had!”

She sighed luxuriously and scratched an itch at the back of her neck. It felt like she had been bitten by a mosquito.

She took the drink to him.

Frank Williams sat up in bed and laughed gently as he took the drink from her. She drank from her glass as she looked at him sexily, goading him on to drink his. The itch behind her neck seemed to be constant now, followed by a heat rash, and she scratched it a bit harder now.

Frank Williams brought the drink to his lips and Elaine’s eyes opened wide in anticipation, and again Frank laughed.

He gently put his drink down on the small table beside the bed.

“I’m afraid I can’t drink that,” he said lazily and smiled at her.

“Why?” Elaine asked as she struggled to smile and remain unaffected. “You don’t like the scotch, my love? I can fix you something else to your liking.”

Frank smiled and turned on his back.

“Oh, scotch is fine,” he said as he stared at the murals on the ceiling. “But I won’t drink this one because I’m sure you’ve mixed it with a lethal dose of the shishank venom. You’ve seen the money in the account, my title deeds in the safe, and I’m all alone here. Shit, I gave you guys all the signs, expecting you to make your move, and you acted instantly like some morons, some bloody puppets!”

Elaine’s heart slammed into her mouth and the glass dropped from her hand and spilled on the bed! She stared at Frank with horror, and he laughed gently into her face.

Jesus Christ!

Who was this man, oh Lord!

But this was not the time to panic.

Obviously, they had underestimated Mr. Frank Williams!

He was not who and what they thought he was!

But how?

Elaine spun off the bed and dove for her handbag which was lying in an armchair across the room. Frank laughed again as Elaine picked her bag and her hand dove into it, feeling for her gun in the secret compartment of the bag…but her hand did not touch the hard butt of the gun as she had expected.

Frank sat up in bed and showed her the gun.

“I took your gun in the morning, Elaine,” he said gently.

“Who are you?” Elaine screamed with horror as she began to backpaddle towards the huge open doors. “Are you the police?”

“The police are nice, baby,” Frank Williams said with a cold smile. “I’m not.”

Elaine’s voice broke!

Suddenly, she knew she was in a bad problem!

What had happened now?

Had she been setup? Lord, what was the meaning of this?

She scratched the back of her neck frantically.

“Don’t scratch it, Elaine,” Frank said and held up his left hand which had a huge, beautiful crystal ring on his middle finger. “The poison was in this ring, and I injected it into the back of your neck when I kissed you.”

Elaine went into a panic.

She remained still and began to tremble.

“What have you done to me?” she screamed with distress.

“I’ve injected you with a deadly virus strain, and you will die a painful, slow, screaming death in thirty minutes. But I have the serum, Elaine, the antidote. Here’s the deal, sit down, and do exactly what I want you to do, or die.”

“And if I don’t?” Elaine flung at him fiercely. “Are you going to murder me?”

“Oh, yes, I’ll let you die and feed your body to crocodiles, Elaine. Listen, I know about Wailer, and you, and Steve! I knew that fight you had in the bar with Steve was faked to let you pick my dick. I know, Elaine, I know. You can decide to walk out that door, and I won’t stop you, but you’ll be dead in thirty minutes. Or, on the other hand, you can sit down and listen to me, and when I’m done, I’ll give you the serum.”

He reached into his pocket and brought out two capsules and showed them to her. One was green, and the other yellow.

“These are the serum, my darling,” he said with a chuckle. “You need both to live, darling. You better decide fast, because you’re almost dead.’

“Who are you?” Elaine asked and grimaced as a severe jolt of pain flashed through her head.

“That would be the first headache,” Frank said and giggled. “You would have two more, and then your brain will burst, and you will die!”

“Alrght, alright, alright!” she said desperately as she felt her eyes beginning to twitch dangerously.

Barely able to walk now, she struggled to the bed and sat down dejectedly.

She saw her gun lying by his side, and then suddenly she lunged for the gun. If she could get it, she would shoot him, and take the serum. Her hand touched the gun, curled around it, and then she began to pick it up.

Frank Williams, still smiling, punched her hard in the face, and she toppled off the bed and crashed on the floor. She looked at him dazedly as hellish pain exploded in her head, and she felt her heart palpitating dangerously.

“Sweetcandy!” Frank Williams said with a giggle. “I like your spirit, Elaine Boateng!”

She was thrashing wildly now, and she knew that she was dying. She held out her right hand desperately.

“Pl-ple-ple-please!” she gasped with pain.

Frank Williams leaned forward and popped the green capsule into her mouth.

It was bubbly and soft, and dissolved instantly on her tongue. Its tangy heat seared through her tongue and throat, entered her blood stream, and suddenly the horrible heat began to subside.

Two minutes later, she stopped thrashing, and she was able to breathe freely. She stared at this man with horror, and she wondered for the millionth time who he was, and how he had known!

Jesus, how had he known?

“You’ve bought yourself one week of life, darling,” he said softly. “You need the yellow capsule to stop the acid poison completely from corroding your insides and burning you out. Now that the nastiness is out of the way, you will listen to me, and do exactly as I say.”

The smile was no longer on his face, and she stared at the most ruthless, coldest face she had ever seen.

And, for the first time in a long while, Elaine Boateng became afraid of another human being apart from Wailer!

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