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AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

DARK LIGHT

A ChrisEffe Bliss

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EPISODE 23

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Fiko was in severe pain and quickly becoming delirious.

His wounds were horrifying, causing him to lose a lot of blood, and George knew his hit-partner was not going to make it through the night.

“He-he-help me, G,” he whispered as he lay in the bottom of the canoe with a pool of his own blood under him. “I’m blee-bleeding t-t-t-to dea-death, man!”

George the Bear looked at him with furious eyes as the rain beat down on them. They had rowed about an hour now, and George assumed they were now in the middle of the lake, possibly the deepest part.

“You’re a fool, Fiko,” George said dully. “You fucking almost cost me my life tonight. Warned you to stay off that guy, you piece of shit!”

And as he spoke, he also gently removed a snub-nosed gun strapped to his right leg. He removed a silencer from his pocket and began to screw it on.

“C’mon, G!” Fiko said desperately. “I-I fu-fu-fucked up, yeah! Bu-bu-but I’m dying, man!”

George suddenly pointed the gun at Fiko and shot him twice in the head.

Hamed dropped the long pole he was rowing with, knelt at the end of the canoe, and screamed his head off! His face was almost indiscernible in the darkness, but a sudden flash of lightning revealed how scared he was.

When George stood up, Hamed got to his feet and hunched up in preparation to jump into the lake.

“Hey!” George shouted above the din of the storm and pointed the gun at him. “Sit down! Now!”

Hamed knelt and covered his head with his hands.

“Sah, sah, saaaaah!” he screamed with terror. “No killings meee, plis sah, beggins yous, sah! No killings meeee!”

“Sit down and shut the fuck up!” George growled.

He stuck the gun into his belt and quickly frisked Fiko. He removed the man’s phone, wallet, rings and diamond encrusted earring. George then held Fiko’s lifeless shoulders, dragged him to the edge of the canoe, and then flipped him into the lake.

George sat down again and looked at the petrified fisherman.

“Now row,” he said tiredly.

“Sah, sah, saaaaah!” Hamed screamed, still squatting.

“Stop that fucking shit and row!” George shouted angrily. “I’m not gonna kill you. Just fucking get me to the other side!”

Whimpering pitifully, Hamed stood up and grabbed the pole again.

He rowed faster this time, fuelled by terror, and by the time they got to the other side, he was exhausted. The moment the wooden platform came into sight, Hamed jumped into the lake and swam towards the platform like an eel.

“What the fuck!” George muttered and, a good swimmer himself, he got into the lake and swam after the fleeing man. He gained the shallow water and got to his feet.

Hamed was lithe and strong, and could easily outrun him if he gained land first, so George bounded up with great strides and leaped on the platform just as Hamed also landed.

The fisherman, however, was exhausted and weak from the night’s exertions, and so floundered around a bit before fully gaining his feet. It was too late for him though, because George had caught up with him. The huge man slammed a fist into Hamed’s fast, and he collapsed on the platform weakly.

George put his foot on Hamed’s neck heavily.

The fisherman gagged and held George’s foot in a vain attempt to pry it off his throat, but to no avail. The killer pulled out his gun and pointed it at the fisherman’s terrified face.

Hammered stopped struggling and shut his eyes tightly. George’s finger curled around the trigger as he prepared to fire, but then he remembered how Chris Bawa had spared his life, and after a moment he lowered the gun and removed his foot.

Hamed remained still and looked at George with horrified eyes.

“If you mention any of this to anyone, I will find you, and I will kill you,” George said in a very sinister voice.

Hamed nodded his head violently.

George left the man and moved rapidly into the trees.

He soon located the Nissan Rogue and drove furiously down to the junction they had agreed to meet, but Abdul was not there. George drove carefully to the outskirts of the village and walked the rest of the way.

He was surprised to see so many people walking around excitedly at that late hour, and it didn’t take him long to learn that Abdul had been killed by an oyibo.

George returned to the car and drove away from Barina at top speed!

He put on the special radio device to monitor the police channels.

***

“Eden!” Effe said softly, but her voice was desperate. “Won’t you say anything?”

The man continued to look at her, noting the beautiful planes of her body, her excited nipple, her milky hand now resting on his hard belly. He had never seen a more beautiful woman, a classic beauty many men would have paid a fortune to flaunt as a trophy.

And here she was, alluring and breath-taking, a stunning entity that had been created without flaws, lying next to him, vulnerable and impossible to resist. Somehow, she had managed to lay waste his most ardent resolves, breaking through his barriers with her impetuous stubbornness, seeming to know all the buttons to press.

And yes, he desired her in ways he had never desired any other woman since Baaba!

With a grunt he rolled off the bed and gained his feet.

The rainstorm had now become a harmless tropical rain, splattering pleasantly outside with a cadence that added to the air of allure in the atmosphere.

“Eden?” she whispered in alarm as her left hand roved the bed, searching for him to touch.

“You must take more of the herbal extracts, Effe,” he said softly, striving for calm against the demands of his body that screamed to get back into the bed and kiss the air out of her. “I’m going to get it ready.”

“Now, Eden?” she whispered, aghast. “It must be past midnight.”

“I know,” he said calmly. “But, you’re regaining your motor abilities, and we must reinforce it. The venom is deadly, and could gain more strength, and cause further damage, if your advantage is not reinforced.”

She licked her lips, and he sighed.

“And it can’t wait till…the morning?” she asked.

“You want to get well, and walk again, right?” he asked softly.

“Yes, Eden, above all things,” she said quickly.

“Then time is something we can’t afford to lose,” he said. “I’ll be with you soon.”

He took new boxers and slipped it on, and then moved towards the door. Dezzy stood up immediately.

“No, you stay,” Chris said gently. “Take care of her.”

When he reached for the handle, he heard Effe’s soft laughter.

“And what’s amusing you now?” he asked, glancing back at her.

In the faint glow of light, she looked just like an angel lying on that bed, and painfully he knew that she did not belong here, not in this bush.

“You care about me,” she said gently. “You really care about me, Eden.”

“In a professional manner,” he said dourly. “I want you to get well and get out of here.”

“How can I believe you?” she shot back at him. “When you had an erection and claimed you felt nothing for me.”

“The only man that probably wouldn’t have an erection around you is Jesus Christ, Effe. But, practically, He’s a God, so it is no surprise,” he said. “Stop your silliness!”

She laughed, that soft, tinkling explosion of melodious wonder that made him smile, and even as he walked out of the room, he knew that a time would come when these halls would be haunted by that laugh. His very soul would reverberate with her laughter long after she was gone.

“Dezzy, come here, come here, buddy!” Effe said excitedly. “I can touch you now.”

The gigantic dog whimpered and clambered on top of the bed happily.

Effe giggled and ran her hand over his head and face. He licked her hand and made happy sounds.

“My Lord!” Effe whispered with shock. “Are you a dog or a lion? That head is huge!”

Dezzy made a contented growl as if he was impressed with her admiration.

***

“That is bitter, Eden!” Effe gasped with horror when he put the herbal extract into her mouth almost an hour later. “Oh, Lord!”

“I’m sorry,” he said gently.

“And you can’t do anything about it?” she asked, horrified.

“No, Effe,” he replied. “I want you to get well. You will take this for only twenty-four hours, and after that I would dilute it. It is important, though, that you take this one.”

She took a deep breath.

“Okay, okay!”

So, he gave it to her. Initially, he had planned on giving her half of the contents in the small porcelain bowl in his hand because he was convinced she would complain and stop taking it.

But, to his surprise, she continued drinking until it was all gone.

“You have done well,” he said with real admiration, and she stuck her tongue out at him, and this made him break into full laughter.

Effe reached out suddenly and put her left hand on his face, moving it up gently, feeling his nose, ears, forehead and chin. Gently, she brushed her fingers across his lips.

“Sometimes, when you laugh, I wish I can see your face,” she whispered.

He stopped laughing immediately and held her hand.

“Time for you to exercise,” he said suddenly.

“Eden!” she said, aghast. “Exercise? It is dawn, and I feel sleepy, and I want to lie beside you.”

“You need to move your neck muscles freely, Effe,” he said, and his voice was not so friendly anymore. “And your left leg too.”

She shook her head suddenly.

“I’ve tried, but can’t move my legs.”

He touched her left hip and pressed sharply.

“Can you feel me touching you?” he asked.

“No,” she said suddenly.

“But you felt my…you felt the sensation on your hip.”

“Yes,” she replied. “Are you touching my hip now?”

“I’m pinching it, actually,” he said. “You’re losing it again, Effe. That must not be allowed to happen. Come with me.”

“Where are you taking me?” she asked, alarmed.

“To the bathroom,” he replied. “I drew a warm bath. I want you to be in the bath and try to move your arm and your legs, please. Try very hard!”

“I might drown!” she said with fear.

“I’ll be in the bath with you, Effe,” he said gently.

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