RISING DEEP - Episode 16

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - Dead, police, van, Hyundai, angry, agent, phone, praying, kill one of my agents on assignment, pastor, the girl and her family, a halt.

Mr. Dead and Abdul were patient to follow the police van until it reached a lonely bend in the road. At that bend, Mr. Dead stepped on the throttle and swung his car in front of the police van, forcing them to a grinding halt. The van jolted and the police officers in it were thrown out with shocking force. The driver of the van banged his head on the steering with a deadly impact and remained still. From his forehead, fresh blood gushed, staining the floor of the van. On the sides of the road, a litter of the bodies of the policemen lay unconscious. Matthew, the beans ball seller’s brother had landed into a gutter beside the road and was fortunate to land on some pieces of auto cushion which was in the gutter. Though he took some hit when he flew off the van, he had fractions of seconds to crawl under a culvert before he passed out.

Inside the van, Patricia and Sandra had banged their heads on the metallic frames of the van before passing out. From behind the van, a few commercial vehicles pulled into the scene. On seeing what looked like an accident, they stopped to help and in minutes, the road became crammed with road users. Mr. Dead and Abdul had not factored that in. They had to carry the bodies of Patricia and Sandra into his Hyundai and zoomed off under the pretext that they were taking them to a hospital. The scene was filled with a flurry of activities; no one had reason to doubt the intentions of Mr. Dead and Abdul. “I would have loved to end the miserable lives of those your colleagues. Why did those busses have to show up? Well, let me not regret much, at least I got the prize,” Mr. Dead said gloatingly. “I hope none of them saw me,” Abdul said, thoughtfully. “No, none of them did. They were already unconscious by the time we stepped out of the car. Don’t let that bug you for a minute. Even if they saw you, I will fix that, okay.” “Okay, sir.”

At the back seat of the Hyundai, Patricia and Sandra lay unconscious. Mr. Dead was happy with his successful catch. However, his happiness was cut short with the call he received. “Hello sir. We have a problem,” a voice said over the phone. “No we don’t. I have my two granddaughters here with me. I am heading for our spiritual home right now. I will be the one to initiate them by myself. Let no one…” Mr. Dead was saying. “But you have to hear this sir,” the voice insisted. “What is it?” he asked angrily. “Our agent at the church has been prayed to death! There is a mammoth crowd in Lagos at the moment watching her body. She turned to several creatures before she died, but that is not the sad news sir!”

Mr. Dead took a deep breath. He was angry. In his over a hundred years of serving the devil he had not lost a single agent. “What is the sad news Bafoh?” he asked. “Our agent confessed all she knew about us and your grandchildren before she died. She told the world about the seeds of Satan and even confessed the Holy One as Lord before taking her last breath. Sir… the angry mob on your street somehow succeeded in burning your house…” “What!!! How did that happen? I sent Lucy to kill them all and to stop the house from being burnt! How about the cloud from the ground? It was meant to stop the house from burning or even collapsing! Where is Lucy now?!!! She will pay for that!!!” “Sadly, sir, she is dead…I mean she lost her body…she can no longer move amongst men until she gets a body to operate in…the angry mob set her on fire. I don’t know how they did it, sir.”

“Now get off my phone!!!” Mr. Dead yelled. “Sir Gegwe has collapsed…” “I said get off the phone…wait! What did you say happened to Gegwe?” “She is unconscious sir.” “Unconscious? How? What happened to her?” “As was required of her after waking from death, she was taken to our altar to have sex with her parents, after the sessions she had with them, she slumped and has since not opened her eyes.” Mr. Dead banged loudly on the dashboard of his car and yelled incoherent words in anger. “Someone is still praying for my grandchildren. Find out who that is. Also find out why Samuel hasn’t turned since he was buried alive.” “Okay sir.”

At the back seat, Sandra had woken up and heard all Mr. Dead said. Stealthily she moved her hand to touch Patricia to know if she was awake or dead. She was happy she got a pulse. First she knew she had to do something to stop the bleeding on her sister’s head. After that the next thing would be to stop Mr. Dead from taking them to the house he referred to as ‘spiritual home’.

“Jones, find who the pastor who killed our agent is. Look into his past and find out what his weaknesses are. Use whatever you can against him. Make sure he is so embarrassed that he will never preach the gospel ever again! I want him to pay dearly for being the first to kill one of my agents on assignment,” Mr. Dead instructed. He tossed his phone at Abdul unhappily and grunted, “I have never had it this rough before. I brought those children into this world through their parents so they could serve our master. I just don’t understand how that has suddenly become too hard to do.”

Patricia’s Pastor
“I am very worried about Patricia. Since I gave her the anointing oil and a prayer cloth I have not seen her. The disturbing part is that I can no longer reach her phone. The things she told me about her family were almost unbelievable,” the pastor said to his wife. “For long you have been saying that, darling. If the girl is in some fix, I think it is our duty to pray for her,” said the pastor’s wife. The pastor hesitated a bit as though he was unsure about revealing a bit of information to his wife. “I have been praying for her, actually. My worry is that each time I do, I am confronted with powers of darkness,” he finally said. “Oh! Now I get your point. You don’t want anything to do with those spirits anymore.” “Maybe.” “So because you don’t want the attacks, she should die?” “No, that is not my point.” “So what’s your point?” “Since I began to pray for her, I have been having visits.” “Visits? What sort of visits?”

The pastor looked around the house as if he was wary of someone eavesdropping on what he was about to say. “My mother and sisters have been visiting me in my dreams, stark naked,” he whispered. “Jesus!” shouted his wife with her hand over her mouth. “How is that possible? Those cannot be your mother and sisters. Besides your mother is long dead,” his wife pointed out with utter alarm in her voice. “That they visit me naked is not as worrying as their trying to force me into sex.” “Oh no! God this is not happening.”

Silently both of them sat, pondering the whole matter. “Perhaps you are right. Maybe we should leave the girl and her problems alone.” “I have really given it a lot of thought, but my conscience won’t let me cut her loose.” “Dear Lord I am very sorry. Was I really suggesting we cut the girl loose because of demonic attacks?” The pastor’s wife sprang to her feet. “Darling, let us pray for the girl and her family.” The pastor stood to his feet and lifted his hands in worship.

The Drive to the Spiritual Home
Suddenly one of the back doors of the Hyundai swung open in the middle of the road. Cars coming behind and driving beside the Hyundai tried to screech to a deafening halt. In a jiffy, there was a vehicular jam lock on the road. Mr. Dead swung his Hyundai off the road in a bid to find a good spot to park and stop Sandra who was trying to jump off the car.

To make matters worse, she was screaming at the top of her voice, calling for help. Her bloodied face, helped to draw the sympathy of passers-by. When Mr. Dead had found a spot,he   ground the Hyundai to a halt and jumped out of the driver’s seat. Abdul followed him with his AK 47 in hand. Sandra leapt out of the car and bolted off. Abdul shot a few bullets in the air to slow her down and scare off the surging crowd. That did not help. To the crowd, a police officer was abating a kidnap attempt. That riled them up and sent them into frenzy. While all attention was focused on Sandra who was meandering in-between vehicles to escape from Mr. Dead and Abdul, the other back door of the Hyundai opened and Patricia bolted off in the opposite direction.

The girls had planned it to perfection. Mr. Dead removed a white handkerchief from his pocket, spoke to it and threw it into the air. The handkerchief vanished and in that instance, Patricia and Sandra dropped to the ground, holding their necks and choking for breath. From nowhere, gunshots rang out and Abdul dropped to the ground in a bloody heap. Mr. Dead took a few bullets to his chest and vanished into the thin air without a trace. A police patrol van had run into the mayhem and had decided to stop the perceived kidnappers. Patricia and Sandra were picked and rushed to a hospital, but sadly, the mystery already had a hold on them.


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - Dead, police, van, Hyundai, angry, agent, phone, praying, kill one of my agents on assignment, pastor, the girl and her family, a halt.
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