Tiit For Tat - S01 E08

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Tiit For Tat - S01 E08

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“Death comes once but we expect it all our life time. The fear of death is worst than death itself.”

Mark Twain.

* A Night Of Terror

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“Run Faster !,faster !!!,faster !!!! It’s coming. The lion is coming. Hurry up,pleaaaassssss!!!!

“Mum,Rosaline and Charles ran faster stretching every muscle and bone in their bodies. I was ahead of them trying to increase the gap between me and the lion and praying that my mother and siblings would keep up with my speed.The lion kept chasing us.

The space between it and us was very close.

I ran faster , stretching every fragment of my muscle. It was the dead of night. Thick blankets of darkness covered the entire town and engulfed it to show its nightly glory.The only sound that could be heard in the night air were the chivery sounds of the evil birds, the owls and the bats , their sounds cutting through the still coolness of the mid-night air.

The lion was getting closer!

I screamed, ” Mum hurry up. Rosaline,Charles,it’s coming!!!!

There was a river in front of us. “Quick. Let’s get to the river and dive inside. I was about 15 metres away from the river. I turned to look at my family.

Rosaline had suddenly levelled up with me. We got very close to the river. Then just the lion snarled ,disturbing the dead of night with several decibels of thunderous sounds,

“RRRRRRRROOOOH”

Suddenly, my mother’s foot hit a stone. She slipped and fell. My younger brother Charles was immediately behind her. He crashed into her and also fell down. The lion roared and leapt in the air. It was about to pounce on them, showing the full set of its canine teeth. I shouted. “My God!!!”

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I was suddenly awoken from my nightmare by the sounds of footsteps.

Surely, some people were passing through the dead of night.

I was frightened.I had a premonition something was wrong. I glanced at the wall clock.The time was one o’clock.The faint sound of the footsteps diminished , restoring some tranquility to my troubled soul as I went back to sleep. My sister Rosaline came into my room.

“Brother Mike. I can’t sleep in my room,” she complained.

“Come and sleep beside me, Rosy,”

I told her.

“Okay,brother.”

She cuddled into my bed. I slept for about forty-five minutes when I was suddenly awoken again by loud noises coming from the sitting room.

I glanced at my watch. The time was 1.45 a.m. At first, I thought I was dreaming so I wiped my face more forcefully. Then I realized the noise was becoming incessant and irritating. I heard voice. They are men’s.

I tip-toed to have a look of what was happening in the sitting room.

Upon reaching the door that led to the sitting room,I looked through the peep-hole and saw five masked men. They have captured my mother and my brother Charles. One of the gang members started talking to my mother,” ….Now listen to me, ….

….why have you done it?

My mother was wailing. She wasn’t answering the man.

” My oga wan me to tell you sey uno sabi this game well well……”

Then another man who looked more fearful than the man I saw looked at my man with disdain.

I conjectured he was their leader. He started mumbling. I couldn’t hear all that he said. Luckily he said some of the words authoritatively and I heard him loud and clear.

“_where is your Son,Mike? Tell me or I shoot your small boy_”

He pointed his gun at Charles, my younger brother. God!!!!!

What can I do now? Obviously,

I couldn’t save my mother and brother from five masked gun men. I thought deep and suspected them to be Zolabin’s hitmen.

“____Listen to me woman, You have one minute to make up your mind . It’s either you tell me the exact room your son is or I kill you.

_____”

He looked at my mother’s bossom lustfully.

At that point, I began to cry silently.

I knew they would hurt or kill my mother and younger brother. The robbers counted from 60 seconds downward. 45……….30 seconds. .15 seconds. …5 seconds. …Time up.

The gun was corked. “Stop!!! I will show you!” Shouted my mum.

The hitman stopped for a while and asked , where……?

Quite instinctively, I left the peep-hole and rushed upward. If I can’t save my mother,I could at least save myself and my sister.

I reached upstairs just in time to hear gunshots “BANG! BANG! BANG!!!!!

Bodies dropped on the ground.

I felt my heart missed drastically. The pain was very excruciating. I heard a dragging sound. Probably my mother’s or ………

I don’t want to think of it…my bro….

I could hear the hitmen faintly in the distance..I asked you again…

…… your Son..

Realisation dawned on me it wasn’t my mum. It was _______ Charles.

My throat was knotted with pain . Tears welled in my eyes. I needed to save my younger sister now. I can’t lose her too.

~~In Mike’s room~~

I woke Rosaline up abruptly. She was surprised and wanted to utter a word of protest .

“Ssssshhhhhhh,” I put my hands on her lips.”Killers are in the house. Don’t make noise.”

They combed the whole house because they didn’t know the specific room in which I was sleeping . They were getting closer and closer to my room

“….he’s not here…. ” I heard one saying.

….” let’s check the upstairs.” Another one suggested.

My heart jumped into my mouth. How can I save my sister and I ?God ,help me.

I could hear footsteps. They were about 70 metres away from me. I can’t tell exactly.

“God, help me! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!!!”

I looked at my sister. She looked scared. Something told me to look up.

I did.

Without knowing why I did it, I climbed the only table in my room.

“Push the ceiling upward” I heard a voice instructing me.

It is said that a drowning man will cling unto anything to save himself from drowning. Fear stretched its cruel hands and attempted to grab me. I gathered the few strength left in my body and pushed the ceiling upward. It gave way.

Goosh. It was like a miracle as I saw the removable ceiling. I quickly lifted my sister and put her in the removable ceiling. Then I lifted myself quickly and successfully entered the ceiling and closed it just in time to hear door to my room smashed aside. The thugs entered the room. I was hiding in the ceiling with my sister. It was closed now.

They had only one objective. To- wipe out the Ebuka Family. Since I was Bill’s first Son ,I posted a huge threat to Zolabin, I supposed.

In the ceiling I could hear the sound of my own heart beat. “Boom,BuM,BUM,Biiiim.

The leader of the hit group said, “Where is he?”

Somebody responded, “this is the last room, Sir, we searched every corner and hole in this house. He’s not here. ”

The leader (my imagination ) spoke again,”Oga will not be happy with us if we don’t waste that boy. C’mon. Keep searching.”

The armed robbers ramshackled the whole house in search for Mike.

After searching meticulously for another fifteen minutes and they found nothing, the hitmen returned to the sitting room.

Chioma was wailing uncontrollably.

Her hands were tied at the back.

The sight of seeing ones child been gunned down like a common animal is very antagonising.

Chioma’s cry was becoming louder.

“Let’s go, He’s not here, “the leader of the group told his colleagues. They all moved towards the door. Then the gang leader turned back as if he had forgotten something. He looked tantalisingly at Chioma’s curvy figure and face.

He said ,”wait,me ka taste this honey small?”

He immediately advanced on Chioma , placed her on the soft couch , amidst her struggles, tore her clothes as the other hitmen looked on laughing. He hurriedly pulled down his jeans trouser and boxer short to reveal an erected manly long monstrous stick. A strange tattoo mark was emblazoned on his erected ‘beast.’

It was the symbol of an eye.The eye of horux. A perfect symbol for the evil they perpetrated.

Chioma proved too strong for the man despise being tied. Another thug help him forced her legs open , freely exposing her ‘Toto.’

Within seconds, the thug forcefully entered her , the canality sending sweet spasms through him, cutting and lacerating her fleshy inner chamber painfully with his ‘hard thing’ and forcing streams of blood to ooze from her now badly damaged ‘ private chamber.’

He jerked up and down like an determined athlete partaking in an olympic penthathlon moaning and crying like a child, a contrary emotion of pain,anger and bitterness expressed by Chioma. In that moment he had no mercy.

“Shut up! You motherfuckin’ B---h!

After five minutes, he was up.The others gangs took their turn to have a taste of Chioma’s “pie.”

In the midst of their happiness, they couldn’t noticed the rope that held Chioma’s hands were loosen.

Chioma acted quickly. She managed to picked up one of the guns left close to her by one of the hitmen when he was forcefully enjoying her ‘pie.’

Men are always weak in the moment of their sexual intimacy.

Chioma shot the thug who raped her at point blank range. He felled to the ground with a thud. She then shot another hit man before a third gand put a bullet in her skull. The rest of the men escaped from the crime scene.

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Hmm. Guys. I’m afraid oooo.

What happened next ?

Watch out for episode 9 of T-t for that.