Dark Light

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

DARK LIGHT

A ChrisEffe Bliss

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EPISODE 21

 

Hamed eased the canoe on the dark lake as he kept his eyes warily on his two passengers.

The sky was dark, and intermittent thunder growled the ominous warning that a rainstorm was not far away. The flashes of lightning were more frequent, and Hamed knew that it could even be a thunderstorm.

Hamed was scared and had deeply regretted aiding these men who, from all appearances, could not have honourable reasons for visiting the medicine man this late in the night.

 

The money they had offered him was beyond his wildest dreams, and its allure had made him decide to help them. However, as they crept closer to the huge cabin of the Gandun Daji Ubangiji, Hamed became more afraid.

What if these men wanted to hurt the Gandun?

Surely, no social call was made under the guise of darkness!

If anything happened to the Gandun, he knew he could not live in the village again! The part he played in it would be revealed, and the villagers would surely lynch him.

There was a gentle turn on the lake and, ahead of him, on the other side, was the cabin. It was shrouded with lights, and in the distance, they could hear the low hum of a power plant.

 

Hamed was tired from the exertion of rowing the canoe for close to two hours, and turned in the darkness and looked at the two men. They were now standing in the canoe at the sight of the cabin.

“You will wait here,” Fiko said coldly to Hamed. “If you leave, you will regret it dearly.”

“Yassah, yassah, I is waitings!” Hamed said quickly as terror struck through his heart.

The two men slid over the edge of the canoe and melted quickly into the darkness of the grassy embankment.

Fiko brought out the Locator.

The dot on its surface was blinking wildly, and it had changed from red to green.

“Yep, the bitch is here!” he said tightly.

He drew out his gun and, a moment later, George drew his out too.

***

Dezzy growled suddenly and began to bark so wildly that it woke up the sleeping man.

He looked at the dog which was standing near the door with the hairs on his back up like hackles. At the same time, there was a series of pinging sounds from a bank of small television screens arranged against the wooden wall on his right.

He bounded off the bed and rushed to the security screens.

He was wearing only a pair of boxers.

There were ten screens, and as he peered closely at them, he saw two dark figures crossing towards the front of the cabin.

 

“Motherfuckers!” he muttered to himself as he whirled towards the door.

He raced to the panel behind the door and slid its cover to one side. Within the panel were various weapons in safety straps. He grabbed a snub-nosed Uzi submachine gun, then took a cylinder from the top panel and slid it into the gun. He cocked it and flung the door open.

Dezzy let out a growl and followed the huge, muscular man as he moved silently towards the front door.

Thunder blasted across the sky, lightning flashed, and then it started raining heavily as the wind howled through the trees.

***

“Oh, fuck this fucking weather!” George the Bear whispered when it started raining.

“Shit,” Fiko said, and just as he was about to rush towards the porch, three powerful beams of light came on suddenly, brightly illuminating them!

“Shit, fuck, shit!” George said with shock and raised the huge pistol in his hand to shoot out the lights. Suddenly, the sound of a machine gun blasted over the din of the storm, and the bullets kicked the earth in front of their feet.

“That was a warning,” came a calm voice over an amplified microphone. “Throw your guns into the shrubs, or die. Your fucking choice, motherfuckers!”

 

“What the fuck!” Fiko whispered and tried to raise his pistol, and immediately a hail of bullets licked the ground around his feet. “Okay, okay, okay!”

He threw his gun away from him.

George hesitated, and a bullet suddenly zinged just above his right shoulder, nicking the shoulder and bringing out a startled scream from him.

He heard death in his ears, and he threw the gun away from him.

“Grab some air,” the calm voice came from the shadows, followed by the low growl of a dog.

 

Fiko cursed profusely, evidently angry with himself for having been caught with his pants down. Of course, they had been complacent. The news they had been given was that the man was an old man, a bushman of sorts who was good with herbs. They had not expected such a man to have bright floodlights installed, or to wield a machine gun and be so good with it.

George the Bear could feel the sting on his shoulder and the blood seeping from the wound. He raised his hands obediently.

“Don’t be a fool, Fiko!” he said tautly. “Bastard got us tailored, man. Raise them hands before he fills you with lead.”

 

Dark-faced, dangerous and fuming, Fiko raised his hands.

“Now what?” he asked dourly. “You want us to dance for you too, bastard?”

And then a huge, finely-toned figure materialized from the shadows like an apparition.

He was tall with a body like a Greek god, so finely-chiselled and so handsome that Fiko’s eyes widened with grudging admiration at such a man. The man was wearing only a pair of boxers, and he was holding the submachine down steady in his left hand.

Beside him was the meanest, biggest dog Fiko had ever seen!

And, when the man came farther into the light and his whole face was revealed, George the Bear gasped with stunned incredulity.

And, laced in his voice, was fear.

 

“Jesus Christ!” he whispered; his voice suddenly unsteady. “Chris? Chris Bawa? Is that you, Chris Bawa?”

“Are you sick?” Fiko asked softly as the rain fell on his face. “What are you talking about?”

“Shit, man!” George the Bear said fiercely. “That’s him! Fuck shit, I should’ve known from the sound of his voice! That’s Chris Bawa, man!”

“The mad doctor?” Fiko asked in a dangerous voice. “Are you shitting me?”

 

“That’s him, man. Chris!” George the Bear said without looking at Fiko, and he sounded very scared now as he laughed in a nervous manner. “Damn, Chris. Look, sorry man! Didn’t expect to see you here, man. I didn’t know this was your turf. Believe me, Chris, if I had known you were here, I wouldn’t have come.”

“Knew you fucking bastards were mixed in it somewhere when I first saw the girl,” Chris Bawa said grimly. “You fucked her up, took everything she had, and now you bloody well have the guts to come and snuff her out? Only a sick man like Wailer would think of such a caper!”

His voice held so much fury that George’s face drained of any vestige of pride, and what remained was raw unadulterated fear.

 

“Hold it, Chris, dammit!” he said in an unsteady voice. “You know how the cookie crumbles, man! You know Wailer. I just obey orders, man. Look, I’m sorry, okay? We’ll just slink out of here and leave you alone! We didn’t know the girl was in your care, Chris. Wailer didn’t know either. We were just informed she was brought to some quack doctor in the bush, man. Damn, Chris, Wailer wouldn’t have ordered a hit if he had known you were mixed in it, believe that!”

Kofi ‘Fiko’ Sam looked at his colleague with stunned incomprehension.

George was the coldest killer he had ever worked with, and not once in all the five years he had known him had he seen even a shred of doubt on George’s face.

But right now, it was evident that George was terrified of this Chris fella.

With a grunt of disdain, Fiko glared at the huge man in front of him.

 

He was a fine specimen of manhood, and Fiko had heard a lot about him. However, he was not as broad and muscled as Fiko. Secondly, Fiko had never lost a bare-knuckle fight to any man before.

The Chris Bawa tales that he had heard had always sounded fancier than truth, more mythical than reality, and he had a strong conviction that he could take this man down.

“Well, if you’re gonna kill us, go right ahead!” Fiko said disdainfully and spat on the ground.

“Fiko!” George shouted in warning. “Stop that shit, man. Shut the fuck up!”

“Fuck you, Georgy!” Fiko cried with fury. “See how you’re bending over to be fucked in the ass by this hombre! I don’t kiss nobody’s ass, and you fucking know that!”

 

“Shut the fuck up!” George said fiercely and fixed Fiko with a baleful look. “I’m warning you, Fiko, don’t get this guy started! Don’t make him mad, man! I know him long before you bloody came around so shut the fuck up!”

“Hey, Chris, you bastard fuck!” Fiko said with disdain and spat on the ground again. “Heard what happened to you and that Baaba bitch!”

“Fiko! Don’t go there!” George screamed. “Jesus Christ! Belt it up, Fiko, you dumb fuck! That hombre has training in martial arts!”

But the harm had already been done.

At the mention of Baaba’s name, Chris Bawa’s face whipped around and he fixed Fiko with a look so baleful and so wrathful that George took a step back with a sick feeling in his guts.

 

“What the fuck did you say?” Chris asked tightly.

“I heard about your whore Baaba!” Fiko said nastily and spat on the ground for the third time. “Your fucking bitch! What are you going to do about it, huh? You piece of crap! Take me on mano-a-mano if you fucking dare! I spit on you, man, and I spit on the grave of your bloody whore!”

“Dog!” Chris Bawa growled in a low voice and pointed to George. “Keep him locked, Dog!”

The dog growled menacingly and advanced on George.

 

“I ain’t no part of this, Chris!” George screamed and began to move backwards as the giant dog walked slowly towards him. The huge teeth of the dog were exposed in a vicious snarl, and saliva dripped from that huge mouth with diabolical intents.

“If you run, the dog will tear out your throat,” Chris said without looking at George. “Stand still.”

George obediently stood still, and the dog stopped near his knees, growling evilly and waiting for the chance to tear the enemy to pieces.

The strange man called Chris Bawa turned towards Fiko, and his whole body trembled as he moved. He dropped the gun on the ground.

And the look on his face wasn’t quite human.

 

Fiko grinned evilly as he reached down and pulled a long-bladed, serrated knife from the scabbard strapped around his right leg. He threw the knife from one hand to the other as he bobbed in front of Chris Bawa.

“You are a fool, Fiko!” George said sadly. “You bloody fool!”

“Don’t worry, Georgy!” Fiko said menacingly. “I’m gonna carve this bastard a new throat. Time to make him join his whore in the next land!”

He sliced forward viciously towards Chris’ throat.

 

With a low growl, Chris Bawa shifted his weight slightly like a fine matador, and the tip of the knife flashed harmlessly across his throat. He stepped into Fiko’s guard and delivered a crushing blow into the man’s midriff.

Fiko tried to hold down his grunt of pain, but it blasted out of his throat as sheer agony flashed across his ribs. With a roar he reversed his slash viciously, intending to sink the knife into the man’s heart.

A hand that felt like a steel trap blocked his hand, and then Chris smashed a blow into Fiko’s elbow so savagely that Fiko’s arm broke at the joint, and this time he screamed fiercely with agony.

 

With a grunt of fury, Chris’ foot blasted into the side of Fiko’s left knee, shattering the joint.

Fiko screamed with sheer agony again as the knife dropped from his hand. His eyes held fear now as he watched the inhuman face above him, and he knew that finally, he had met that one man who was better than he was, the one man who was stronger, meaner and a top-drawer bastard!

Chris’ right hand clamped on the back of Fiko’s neck, and then his left fist cracked mad with mad raw power into Fiko’s face!

 

Fiko felt the sheer pain spreading through his jaw as he wailed helplessly, his mind numb as he wondered how any man could harness such raw power in his body.

This man was everything he had been told about…and worse!

Dimly, the thought flashed through Fiko’s mind that he should have listened to George.

The bones in his smashed arm and knee had torn into his flesh, and now blood oozed out as the rain beat down on his face. A savage left hook from Chris sent Fiko smashing down on the wet grass with a thundering thud.

He held out his left hand fearfully as Chris moved towards him. His jaw was broken, and blood matted his face.

 

Fiko, for the first time in his life, was terrified.

“Stop it, Chris, please,” George said softly, his voice broken at the sight of such raw, inhumane punishment. “You’re gonna kill him, man!”

Chris Bawa kicked Fiko viciously in the ribs, and the man grunted, rolled once, and relaxed into unconsciousness.

Chris Bawa turned towards George then, and his fury was still palpable, the expression on his face full of death.

George shook his head numbly and held up a hand that trembled badly.

 

“No, Chris, stop it! Please, stop it. I’m not fighting you, man,” he said, his eyes downcast. “I’m no match for you, and I ain’t scared to admit it. I didn’t know this is your turf, Chris.”

Chris slapped him hard across the face, so horribly and so fiercely that it drove George to his knees and made his ears sting.

Tears sprang to George’s eyes as he held up his right hand.

“I’m not fighting you, Chris,” he screamed, his voice terrified. “Don’t do this. Kill me if you want to, but I’m not fighting you! No, I’m not raising a hand against you!”

 

Chris Bawa slapped him again, harder, and George crashed down heavily on the ground. George could feel the blood in his shattered mouth and more oozing down his nose.

“Chris, please,” he pleaded, aware that he was facing the prospect of death. “I did you a good turn once, Chris, remember that! I tried to drive that car that night, remember? It was me, man! I was the only bleeding man who stood up for you! Don’t kill me, man! I’m not fighting you. Please!”

“You make me sick, G,” Chris Bawa said nastily and kicked George hard in the stomach.

The ferocity of the kick made George grunt with pain, and then he vomited on the ground.

 

“Kill me, Chris, if you want to!” he screamed painfully. “But stop beating me, man! I respected you, so show me some respect too! What’s the fucking joy of beating a guy who can’t fight you?”

“You’ve done worse, you bastard!” Chris hissed and his foot came up, ready to smash George’s face and break his skull.

“Chris!” George screamed with horror as he saw death printed on the inhumane face above his. “For Baaba’s sake, spare me, man! Spare me!”

 

For a brief moment, the haze of the blind fury in Chris Bawa’s heart almost made him stomp on the man and kill him, but the name of Baaba cut through him, froze his heart, and a wave of sheer sorrow crossed his incredibly handsome face, and then his foot came down slowly.

He held trembling hands to his face and rubbed his forehead rapidly. Finally, he brushed a hand through his hair and spoke softly.

“How the fuck did you locate me?”

“Chris, please!” George said miserably. “I can’t tell you! Wailer’ll kill me!”

 

With a roar, Chris dropped to one knee and smashed a fist into George’s flabby guts. George screamed as the explosive pain ripped through him.

“There’s a tracker under the girl’s toe, one of her toes!” he screamed out.

“And where’s the Locator?” Chris hissed.

George reached down and unclipped the device from his belt.

He handed it to Chris Bawa.

“Get out of here, G,” Chris said softly. “Tell Wailer that the girl, and her family, are with me. Tell him, if he wants a fight, I’ll give him a bloody war!”

“Yes, yes, Chris, yes,” George said as he gasped for breath.

 

“Get the fuck outta here, G,” Chris said tightly. “If I see you again, I’ll kill you.”

George gasped for air as he struggled to his knees first and then stood up.

Fiko was groaning in agony as he stirred on the ground.

George reached down and dragged Fiko up. As George supported him, Fiko groaned with pain. Chris Bawa watched them grimly as, inch by inch, they went back to the canoe under great pain and strife.

The wind was fiercer and the storm heavier as Hamed rowed the killers away.

George glanced back as the canoe entered the gloomy deeper part of the lake. There was a bolt of horrible lightning that turned the area into a silvery harshness, illuminating the huge man on the grass with the savage dog beside him.

 

And that sight struck terror into the hearts of George and the now-lucid Fiko.

Unknown to them, the same thought crossed their minds: the man and his dog looked like a horrible sight from hell!

Grimly, the man called Chris Eden Bawa turned away from the lake.

“Come, Dog,” he said.

He retrieved the three guns from the grass and climbed up the porch. He doused the three floodlights as thunder crashed again and again.

When he entered the house and latched the door again, he heard the frantic and horrible screams of Effe Kedem!

 

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