LOST - Episode 2

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - fear, afraid, light, flash, torchlight, tree, the lady, Loudmouth, blood, phone, blood stains, taxi.


Right where we squatted, amid the cover of bush, we died a thousand times. The Lady, for fear of crying out, dug her face into my stomach and held me with two hands. I felt every vein in her body trembling like she had Parkinson disease. From her nose and mouth, a blast of hot air burnt my skin. I held her, but it was not to comfort her, but because I was afraid too. The men were increasing in number and flashing their light right where we hid. Sadly, for me and the lady beside me, we could not make out one word of what they were saying. I could see them clearly; they had increased to ten in number. Each one of them was bare-chested, muscular and held a machete in one hand and a torchlight in another. When the eleventh man joined them, I recognized him immediately. He was our taxi driver. “We should not waste much time here! They must have gone far by now!” the taxi driver said angrily. “You asked for three heads, I brought them to you and you allowed two to escape. I hope for your sakes; we find them tonight!” he added. “Look!” said one of the men pointing his torchlight at the tree behind which we hid. “What is there to see?!” the taxi driver asked angrily. By now everyone of them was pointing his light in our direction.

As though he had found what he was looking for, the taxi driver drew closer to the tree flashing his torchlight from the base of the tree to the top of it. We were certain they had caught us. The men were spreading around the tree in a circular fashion. I wasn’t ready to die that night. I tapped the lady, indicating we should make a run for dear life. She held me firmly like a girl child refusing to let her father go to work in the morning. I wanted to bolt from there, but the lady held me down, refusing to move. To tell how much afraid she was at that time, she peed on herself again. For no reason I could fathom, the men turned off their torchlight simultaneously. Attentively we listened in the dark. Now the light showers had switched to a heavy downpour and the wind had picked up a lot more. We heard mutterings whose meanings were not clear to us. What are they saying? I thought to myself. When their lights came on again, one of them said in English, “Go bring him here.” Immediately I let go of the lady and tried to crouch away from the tree. The lady was not ready to run. Fear had immobilized her. She had given up. Then I heard a cry which made me stop and lay still on the ground. It was Loudmouth, the third passenger who was in the taxi with us. He was begging for his live. He had flagged down a ride and left long before us. How did they catch him? Thoughts zipped through my mind at the speed of light.

Having realized I was not the one the man had asked to be brought, I inched back toward the lady with me. She had folded herself into a heap and lay on the floor. I ran my hands over her to take her hands in mine. She felt too cold. My hands moved frenziedly as I tried to find her neck or wrist. I found her neck first and pressed my hand on it. There was virtually no pulse. I felt worse. There was nothing I could do but wait. I put my hands around her to warm her up. If we had been alone, I would perhaps have left the lady and ran away. Her body felt so cold that I began to wonder if she had transformed into something else. While I was holding her, my imaginations began to play pranks on me. At some point it felt like, I could have sworn on it, I was holding a python. In the background, I saw Loudmouth being dragged into the scene. His two hands had been tied and there was a rope around his leg. He was able to make quick, short, difficult steps in spite of the rope on his legs. “Please! Please! Spare me! Please! I have a wife and three children! I have no one to take care of them! Please spare me please! Please!” Loudmouth pleaded tearfully.

While Loudmouth pleaded with his captors, some of the men ran around and cut some grass and spread them on the ground. Forcing Loudmouth to kneel on the grass, they beheaded him while he was still begging for mercy. The sight of blood spurting from where his neck once stood knocked me out for a few seconds. I was happy the lady had not seen any of that. Working like ants, they stripped off Loudmouth’s clothes and began to quickly carve him open. They removed his heart and skillfully cut out his genital organ. They put his head and the other body parts they removed in a bag, gave it to one of them who took the bag and began to run toward the road. The others cut Loudmouth’s remains into pieces and began to cast them one after another at the three behind which we hid. I saw that as some ritual. They would say something and then threw the body parts at the tree. The body parts landed on us and stained us very well. The image of the parts of a butchered fellow man being thrown at me, was worse than any horror I had imagined all my life.

When they were done, the taxi driver said to them, “We must find the other two, especially the lady.” “We will find them, there is no where they can run to in these parts,” one of them said, almost gloating. they bolted away from the three. I could not believe it that we survived the ordeal. It took minutes before I could stir a limb. I shook the lady and her head tilted backward as though she was dead. I shook her again, this time very violently and she did not move. I slapped her across the face and she did not even wince. I was convinced her heart must have stopped and she gave up the ghost. The hours we spent together fighting to survive had brought us together than a few months of relationship would have. I felt lonely and sad. I could not leave her body behind for those men to find and cut up as they like. I lifted her and headed deeper into the bush. Before I left the tree, I found out that I and the lady had been hiding in a shrine. That was what those men saw when they were pointing their flashlight at the tree. I figured out that the human body parts they threw at the tree were its own share of the blood they shed before it.

The discovery of that made me much more determined to carry the lady further away from the tree. I wasn’t the prayerful type, but this night, I could have matched the best prayer warriors you know. I recited every bible verse I could remember from my days in Sunday school. I had no clue where I was going. I just trudged on praying under my breath. Occasionally I used my phone torchlight to find my way. I can’t tell if it was my prayer or coincidence, after I had borne the lady on my shoulder, walking for possibly forty minutes, then I heard her loudly draw in air through her mouth like an asthmatic patient. I was overjoyed. I put her down and flashed my phone light on her face. Tears were streaming from her eyes. “I died,” she mumbled. “Yes dear, you died, but I would not let them find your body. I am glad I didn’t leave you behind. “Are they gone?” “They are still looking for us. The taxi driver is with them…” I paused. I wasn’t sure if I should tell her that the men had killed Loudmouth. She sat up and covered her nose. I watched her with gladness in the dark. Above us lightning was flashing across the sky and it was still raining. Occasionally I would turn on my phone light to get a look at her face. “What is this on me? I don’t like the smell of it,” she observed, brushing off the blood stains on her clothe. “It is blood.” I turned on my light again to show her how much we were covered in with blood stains. “Blood!” she shouted. I covered her mouth and we remained quiet for a while.

“They killed the talkative man who was with us in the taxi. They found him somehow and killed him while I watched,” I said to her. Her breathing became heavy and she began to shake again. “I am not ready to die again. I saw hell when I died. It was supposed to be my place for all eternity. They did not let me enter through the beautiful gate,” she said sobbing very hard. “Who did not let you enter through the gate? Did you really see hell?” I asked in one breath. She nodded as a stream of tears began to cascade from her eyes. Impatiently I waited for answers to my questions. “They were tall human-like beings, only that they were not human. They refused me entry into heaven and pointed me toward a burning lake… I don’t want to go to the burning lake… please! Help me please! They said I will get no second chance again… we will die here tonight, won’t we?” “No, we won’t die here tonight,” I assured her. We hushed ourselves when we heard twigs break. A beam of light was heading toward us. It was different from the torchlight we had seen earlier. I took her hand and we hid ourselves in a cluster of grass, lying quietly on the ground.

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