She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 2

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 2

Williams pulled over immediately, his heart
hammering violently. His hand was already
shaking as he turned off the ignition. He
closed his eyes for a quick prayer but was
instantly brought back to the reality by a
severe pain that suddenly overtook him. Blood
was dripping down his fine face. One of the
cultists had pushed his hand through the
window and smashed his forehead with a gun.

“Leave the key in the ignition and jump out of
the car this minute.” He fired several shots
into the air and lecturers and students around
the vicinity ran helter-skelter, soon the road
was deserted. No one dared stop them. They
all knew the implication. If you interfere in
their business, you become the next victim. A
story was once told about a dauntless male
student who tried to stop a group of cultists
raping a female lecturer inside a classroom
from the act; who was later found dead in his
room the following morning, his head missing.

Williams clung on to the car key. He wasn’t
going to let them take the car. He determined.
It was his parents’ only car and it had cost a
fortune. He wouldn’t stand the tears that
would streak their ageing faces when he told
them the car was gone.

The cultists grew furious. One of them hit the
roof and said, “We’ve got no time to waste.
Step out immediately.” His voice was a roar.

Williams didn’t respond. He sat still, his body
trembling and his head burning. The blood
was already past his nose and he clenched his
lips tight to stop it from entering his mouth.

One of the cultists, dark with rage forced the
door open and the other helped him to drag
Williams out of the car. They pulled him
across the yew tree to an empty classroom
and began working mercilessly on him. One
was kicking him violently all over his body
while the other was jabbing a gun in the
wound on his forehead. Williams screamed
until his scream became a muffled cry.

The floor was filled with his blood. It was only
when Williams became unconscious that they
decided to leave him. Before they left, they
turned his pockets inside out and took his
wallet. One of them picked the car key from
the floor and they started toward the door.
When they were about eight paces from
Williams, Destiny Noel rushed into the
classroom, panting. He was wearing a black
turtleneck sweater on navy blue jeans.
“Jesus Christ!” He said with a great rage.
“What the hell have you_”

A shot rang out, a bullet making for Noel, but
he was too fast. He stooped immediately and
the bullet missed him, piercing the wall.

The cultists fired four more shots but Noel was
already behind the iron door. He dodged each
bullet with it as he became a bundle of
nerves. They dropped their guns on the floor
and rushed at him. Noel watched them
coming violently toward him and made his
hands into fists. He wasn’t going to let them
kill him without a fight. They got to him, each
aiming to hit him at strategic joints. The first
missed him, blowing the wall and leaving a
crack on it. The second was not unfortunate.
He punched Noel in his ribs, sending him to
the floor. The first, whose eyes now glittered
murderously, whisked out a knife from his
pocket and made to slash Noel’s throat. Noel
saw the knife almost on his neck, made an
acrobatic move to the left and jumped to his
feet immediately. The knife made a deep hole
in the floor and stuck there. The miss sent the
cultist off balance and he tumbled to the
ground. The second aimed his fist at Noel’s
mouth but Noel stopped him halfway with his
forearm and quickly gave him an upper kick,
followed by a knuckle sandwich, breaking his
jaw. A tooth flew out and blood came gushing
out. The cultist felt dizzy but didn’t give up.

He grinned and closed in on Noel, giving him
a hard blow on his cheek. Noel was sent
backwards. He felt the deep cut the cultist
had inflicted on his cheek and the blood
coming out from it. He managed to regain his
balance and looked around for weapons but
found none. In a second, he moved swiftly and
was on the cultist again. Noel hit his elbow at
his broken jaw again and again and watched
him fell on his knees. Blood kept pumping out
of his mouth and splashing on the floor. To
the left, out of the corner of his eyes, Noel saw
the first cultist as he hastened madly toward
him, his knee held in place for a wild kick; his
target was Noel’s g---n. Noel sprinted forward
and the kick missed him and landed on the
jaw of the other cultist. Blood kept flowing
profusely from his jaw and mouth and Noel
gritted his teeth to stifle a laugh. He knew the
young man wouldn’t last the next minute. Like
a rocket, the first cultist rushed for his gun.

He picked it and fired three shots in Noel’s
direction. He almost took Noel unawares but
he was lucky for he jumped behind the one
with a shattered jaw and used him to dodge
the bullets. It was only when this cultist that
was his shield slumped dead that Noel knew
he was going to die. He felt his stomach
quivering and he bit his lips bitterly. I died
saving an innocent life. He thought.

The cultist was now inching closer to him, a smile
that barely went beyond his lips resting on his
face. His short finger was firm on the trigger
and his red eyes were fixed on his lifeless
colleague that lay on the floor.

“Mr. Smart, you’re wonderful.” His voice was
mirthless and he brought his eyes to Noel,
“Your skill is commendable but your time is
up. Tell me, what’ll you miss most when I kill
you?” He was now in front of Noel, the muzzle
pressed hard against his ribs. Noel didn’t
utter a word. He was figuring many things in
his mind, his head slightly bent. The cultist
puckered his lips, “I’m waiting.” He pushed the muzzle harder against his ribs and Noel felt
an excruciating pain that he felt like
attempting to snatch the gun from him. He
knew what Noel was considering, “Never think
of it.” He said slowly, “Play any funny game
and I’ll make your death painful and lingering.

Macfigure, the comrade you just murdered will
miss his bevy of beautiful girls.” He gave him
a stern look, “I’ll like to know yours. Now, tell
me what you’ll miss most when I kill you. It
won’t change anything but believe me, it’s
going to help.”