Restless - Season 1 - Episode 14

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Restless - Season 1 - Episode 14

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Sheila quivered in fear at their number. The
men were numbering up to thirty and most of
them had weapons in their hands. Her whole
body trembled in fright and she began to feel
her knees buckling.

A scene flashed quickly through Henry’s mind.
It was blurry. He saw some angry looking men
in the vision, holding metal rods and lashing
someone on the ground desperately. The man
on the ground was him.

Henry shook his head vigorously to wave off
the flashing scenes. He took a look at Sheila and
reached for her hand, all he had on his mind
was how to ensure Sheila was kept safe from
harm.

He stared at the mean looking men, he knew
none of them and he wasn’t sure he had done
them any wrong but it was so obvious that
these men were ready to give him the beating of
his life.

The men closed in on them slowly. Henry began
to wonder how he was going to take down such
a number of people. Another scene flashed
through his mind at moment and he saw himself
this time on a bridge with a large number men
rushing towards him and he took them down
one after the other. He shook his head again to
bring himself back to reality. He looked at the
men around him and could tell they were
getting ready to come for him one after the
other.
With a loud yell, the first man rushed towards
Henry with the rod and Henry turned in his
direction quickly. He met the man with a kick
on the chest before the man could use his rod,
making the man stagger back and finally falling
with his bum to the ground. Another man come
from his right hand side and Henry released
Sheila’s hand as he waved a kick with his left
hand to the face of the man. The impact of the
kick sent the man crashing heavily with his back
and his head on the floor.
Another man was coming from behind. Henry
quickly turned, he pulled Sheila to his back
gently and then grabbed the fist as the man
launched a blow, he replied with an uppercut
and then followed up with another heavy blow
on the chest. He dodged a blow from another
man and grabbed his arm on a spot close to the
armpit, he dug an elbow into the man’s belly
with the other hand and then lifted and
slammed him to the ground on other side. He
stamped his foot on the face of a man coming
towards him from Sheila. He turned beside her
and wiped another man a kick on the neck. He
pulled her with a hand and put her behind him
again as he grabbed the wrist of another man
sending a blow. He released Sheila’s hand and
dug a blow with the now free hand into the
belly of the man.
Seven men were down now, two of them
already getting up while the rest still la!d
sprawled on the floor and grunting in pains and
in shock, shock because they had gotten more
than they bargained for. The one who set them
up for the fight had warned them that who they
would deal with was a good fighter and so
would not be easy to beat, but he had missed
out telling them about the intensity of the kicks
and blows of the man. A strike from Henry’s fist
was heavier than the usual man’s blow and it
not only inflicted pains on wherever it touched
on their bodies but it sent severe pains all
through their whole bodies.

Henry watched as three men charged towards
him simultaneously. He rushed to pick a rod
which had fallen from the hand of one of the
previous men and held it firmly in his hands.
“Squat Sheila!” He shouted as he struck the rod
on the chest of the first out of the three, his
right feet poking into the belly of the second at
the same time. He rolled the rod in his hand and
landed it hard on the shoulder of the third man
and then on his ear.

He made a swift turn and bent to dodge a swipe
of a rod, he dug the rod into the belly of the
man and whipped another man by the waist, he
got up and whipped the man again on side of his
face and then finished it on the top of the man’s
head. The sole of his right foot met the belly of
another one and he followed up with a strike of
the rod to his head, meeting the man at the side
of his eyes.

The remaining men joined the fight one after
the other and it became more furious but even
with their furiousness, they all avoided Sheila
like they had gotten instructions not to touch
her. Henry got so busy with them that he did
not realize when Sheila moved away from the
centre of the fight.
As swift as a Deer Henry turned, twisted and
dodged the attacks of the men straightaway
replying them with his. At some point, he had
about six men attacking him at the same time.
As he kicked one, he dodged the blow of
another and attacked another in the g---n. One
man grabbed him from behind, holding his both
hands to the back to give room to the men in
front to attack openly but Henry made use of
his legs and stopped a blow launched to his
chest. He rested his weight on the man holding
him behind and leaped, kicking the faces of
three men one after the other. He and the man
behind him ended on the ground due to his
weight. Henry’s rod had fallen off and rolled
away.

He quickly hit the man twice in the belly with
his elbow and rolled away to dodge a strike by
another man, the rod landed on the chest of the
man on the ground. Henry try to get up quickly
but he found himself lying on the ground again
to dodge a wave of the rod. He did a quick back
roll and scurried up to his feet, another man was
already trying to strike a rod on his head. He
grabbed the rod with his fists and tried to
wriggle it out of the man’s hand but the man
held on to it firmly until he pushed the man
away with a kick on the chest. He positioned
the rod in his hands well and turned and bent
simultaneously and swiftly to strike another
man hard in his belly with the rod. He rose up
and whipped another on the face with the rod,
he extended his right hand to the back and
grabbed another man by the neck, he lifted the
man to his front and slammed his body on
another at the front.
Sheila had gotten out of the midst of the scuffle
and could see that Henry was still handling the
men well enough but she remained in great
panic. She reached for her phone and brought it
out quickly with trembling hands. She unlocked
it and tried to make a call but realized that
there was no signal in the hall. She ran quickly
towards the entrance through which she got in
with Henry and tried to find the knob or button
to push to make it open but found none.
She struggled with the lock for some seconds
before she finally stopped and looked around to
see if there was any other entrance or exit. She
could not see any. She unlocked her phone again
to check if the signal had returned but it hadn’t.
She returned the phone into her pocket and
began to walk hurriedly about the hall to check
for any entrance or exit.
The tall man followed her with his eyes for a
while. Then he left the position where he stood
and proceeded towards her, being certain that
she wasn’t aware he was watching her.
The fight got messier but Henry was still in
control. He knew exactly where to hit the men
to nkeep them weak for sometime even if they
were still going to stand up later to get more
thrashing to strengthen their weakness.
.

It was close to fifteen minutes into the fight, a
total of twelve men were down totally, unable
to join the fight again because they had either
gotten a broken leg or broken arm, neck or
even more than one part broken. Some others
were writhing in pain but we’re still able to get
up to continue the fight.
The fight was still on. A man struck his rod
towards Henry’s head but Henry was quick
enough to block it with his. The man struck
again to the side and Henry blocked it again.
Henry turned quickly to land a kick on the face
of a man coming from behind, he turned back
and blocked another strike. He took a hand off
the rod and bent his head as he grabbed another
man at his back by the belt, he lifted him with a
hand and threw him on the body of three men
running towards them. He turned back to the
man with the rod and blocked another strike, he
kicked the man close to the g---n and the man
staggered back. He followed up with a strike to
the side of the man’s neck but as he raised his
hand to make another strike, he heard a loud
scream which sounded like Sheila’s. His hand
froze and his eyes moved to and fro as he
searched for Sheila.

The scream had stopped but it kept on
reverberating in Henry’s mind. It was more
than just Sheila’s scream, it was something from
the past.

He finally spotted where Sheila was and what he
saw sent shrills down his spine. He had never
felt so scared in his life. At least, never that
scared since he opened his eyes that day in the
hospital.

A man was holding Sheila so close with an arm
fastened around her neck and a knife raised
with the other hand.

Henry could see the man with the rod and other
men close to him but he was already far away
from them, only his body was physically
present. As he kept his eyes on Sheila and the
man keeping her hostage, all he could see was
the face of another woman in a different
environment screaming for help. He couldn’t
hear the voice but the way her lips moved made
it look like she was pronouncing a name he had
heard before.

Someone struck Henry a rod at the back. He was
brought back to consciousness in a second and
quickly fastened his grip on his own stick. He
looked around and saw about six men close to
him already. He clenched his teeth and
tightened his fist on the rod, he was determined
to take them all out and make sure Sheila
wasn’t hurt.

He bent down to dodge another strike of the
rod and whipped his on the knee of the man in
front, he struck him in the belly and then struck
again on the forehead. Still bending he sent a
blow to the abdomen of one of the men with his
right hand and poked the rod into the belly of
another man with his left hand and followed up
by striking him on the head.

A man grabbed him from the shoulders behind
but he rose slowly and grabbed the man on the
neck with a hand stretched backwards. He
dragged him to the front and kicked him in the
face with his knee.

The man whose abdomen Henry had punched
was still bent over, groaning in pain as sweat
trickled down his forehead. Henry lashed him
on the back with the rod and on the side of the
head, making him fall to the ground.
Henry looked up and saw a tall man was coming
from behind, rolling a stick in his hand in a way
that sparked another flash of memory.

At that moment, he heard another scream and
quickly opened his eyes to look towards Sheila.
He could see that she had been pushed to the
ground.

Another scene flashed through his mind and
then he saw the face of the woman in his vision
again, he saw a little boy screaming for help.
The woman in his vision was screaming loud, he
could hear the screams so loud in his head now
and it totally disturbed his brain and rendered
him weak on the spot the stood.
He heard Sheila’s voice again but heard the
voice of the woman in the vision louder, he saw
her face again and her voice became louder and
hurting to the ears.
“They’re taking us away, do something honey!”

A rod hit Henry in his tummy and he staggered
back on his feet, he tried to open his eyes and
take a firm grip of the weapon in his hand but
instead he felt weaker and lost his grip on the
rod. The voices and scene playing in his head
tormented him. Another rod struck him at the
back of the neck and then another at the side of
his head.

He managed to open his eyes but what he saw
was the woman in the vision again and the little
boy by her side.
“Daddy!”
“You’ve got a strong man by your side but
you’re such a lazy a-s,” the man spat out angrily
at Sheila. “I would have kicked your a-s silly if
we weren’t told to leave you out of this.”
She watched him with so much indignation in
her heart. She kept moving backwards on the
floor as he proceeded towards her.
“I’m still going to give you some lashes on your
backside and tell the boss it was a mistake,” the
man said with an evil smile and hastened his
steps towards her.
She saw no need to keep dragging herself on the
floor as it was a futile effort against his. He got
to her and held her by both sides of the armpit
to pull her up.

A thought came to her mind as her gaze landed
around his g---n. She reached out to his g---n
and located his reproductive organ with both
hands and tried to pull it down, also squeezing
it with all the might she had in her.
He let out a loud scream and his legs began to
move tremulously but she held on and rose
slowly with him as he stepped back slowly.
He got away forcefully and fell to the ground,
still vibrating on the floor and groaning in pain.
Sheila got up quickly. She located a metal stick
of about two metres long and picked it up. She
moved close enough to the man and whipped
Jon severally until she was satisfied.
She dropped the stick and turned to look at
Henry. She couldn’t see him at first, she could
only see other men surrounding something. She
changed her position until she could see what
was in their middle.
Henry had fallen to his knees already as the men
continued to hit him from all directions. The
strength in his body still kept him up from not
fainting physically yet but the torture done to
him by the memories playing in his heart could
not let him make any move against the men.
He opened his eyes and saw Sheila standing afar
off, looking at him, terrified with her eyes and
mouth widely opened. Instantly the picture
changed from Sheila to the woman in his vision
again and then back to Sheila.

“No… Henry…” Sheila shouted in utmost fear,
terribly shocked to see Henry being beaten
helplessly by the men.
The voice reverberated in Henry’s head as his
body got weaker. The men did not stop
whipping him with the strong rods and soon he
was trembling all over but still managing to
move himself on his knees and keep himself
from falling.

The men continued and increased their
intensity. After seeing that he was not willing to
give up easily, two of the men began to strike
him in the chest hard instead of his back and
belly where they previously targeted.
A man struck the rod at the top of his head.
Henry shook vigorously and almost fell. He was
struck at the back of his head again. This time,
he could not hold it any longer and he fell to the
ground lifelessly.

The men continued whipping him on his back
with the rod. His clothes were torn now.
His eyes were still open and he could see Sheila
in a blurry vision on her knees afar off, crying
and yelling.

He heard his name being called but it sounded
so distant to him. His eyes were weak now.
He took in a final deep breath before his eyes
closed.