"Did you hear me? I said strip goddamn it! or your boyfriend here gets a new hole in his head."
"My boyfriend!?" She lifted an eyebrow and her hands settled on her waist, "that is not even remotely possible. That thing! is a fool that is only interested in anything that he can eat. Besides even if he could ever get a girl, she would be stuck in the pages of a comic book." She felt like slapping herself. Unacceptable... This was unacceptable. This man just called Aesir her boyfriend. "I would prefer jumping into boiling magma than that idiot being my boyfriend." This man had to pay for such insolence.
It was a tense situation but Derek could barely hold back his laughter.
Aesir on the other hand felt offended. What did he do wrong? What was wrong with loving food or comic book girls. The mixture of both for him was the peak of enjoyment. "Seriously, it's not like I smell like shit or something. You are even willing to jump into boiling magma," he thought but did not voice it out for fear-not of the man with the gun but of tiny. And why was that idiot laughing? Was he not also a lover of food and comic book girls?
"I don't care about that. I said you should strip!" The man insisted again.
He was already running out of patience. The harshness of the streets had taught him to be wary of such characters but his anger had to crowd his judgement with the illusion that he could still handle the situation
"Okay! okay!!.... Don't do it. I'll strip. You said you want to see flesh right?" She slowly took off her shirt, "I'll let you see flesh."
His eyes followed her movements as she slowly took her top off. Enjoying the sight of her honey-smooth skin. "Now take off the bra!" He barked.
"No way am I doing that. He is not worth it."
Aesir wanted to cry. How was he not worth it? How was he worth it? Why was life so unfair to him? Here he was with a gun to his face and the person capable of saving his life was next to his worst nightmare. The worst part was that if this man truly pulled the trigger, he would die a hungry man. Who in the world wanted to die a hungry man? He had always envisioned his end to be on a big bed, with a potbelly and beautiful women choking him with their bosoms. Now, that was not a bad way to go.
Aesir signalled her with the corner of his eyes and she relented.
"I know...I know, am going to do it."
"Tiny don't! don't do it!" Derek's voice made her stop again. She had forgotten he was behind her. But it couldn't be helped, besides she had a plan in mind. Her hand reached for one strap of her bra, in an attempt to take it off.
Derek's mind was at its edge. He couldn't believe she was going to do it. The mere thought of this man looking at her bare skin pissed him off and everything in his being was telling him to do something about it.
The man was enjoying the show. His hand holding the gun had already lax in excitement. His eyes followed the movement of her hand and just when it appeared that he was about to see a melon, she shouted.
"Now!!!"
Aesir hit the man's hand and the gun fell to the ground. Tiny did not give him the opportunity to reach for it. She kicked the gun away and with her right leg, gave a round back horse kick to his chest. Oh! the regret he felt pissing off this mad woman. She did not stop at one kick instead she turned him to a rag doll on the ground.
A few minutes later...
"Am so sorry about this." The police officer apologized deeply, "We have been having cases like this recently. Gang members attacking tourists and disrupting the neighbourhood." Masika and Asim were already loaded into the back of the police car. Aesir comforted Madeline in a corner. She was swearing repeatedly never to go window shopping ever again. Derek and Madeline were talking to the police officer. He was Kareem's father. Mr Akila Bahiti. A proudly decorated officer of the local police force. He was full of smiles and even apologized for not coming early enough. He was also the person whose house the 'tourists' were guests.
He cuffed the gang leader but before he could put him in the car with the others, his gun by the side of his waist was seized from him with quick speed. He turned but before he could do anything, the gang leader kicked his butt to the ground and pointed the gun to Tiny's face.
The gang leader had been boiling in anger all this time. He could not believe it. A respected and feared man like him, put to the ground by a little GIRL? How long has it been since he knew the smell of dirt and blood on his OWN face? How could he still have a face to show the boys? He's years building his reputation on the harshness of these streets, and it was just cast like trash to the gutter. He felt so humiliated. Absolutely humiliated!!! There was no way he was letting this go. He had to send this trash of a woman to see the god of the afterlife.
He pointed the gun at her but before his fingers could pull the trigger, he suddenly stopped. He just had a change of heart and pointed the gun at his own head.
Mr Bahiti saw that the gang leader was about to shoot himself and immediately snatched the gun from his hand before hitting him on the back of his head. The gang leader fainted.
"Oh! heavens what did I just see?" Aesir ran to Derek, "How the hell did you just do that man?"
Tiny and Madeline looked at him in surprise too.
"I don't...I don't know." That was the last thing he said before also fainting.
A few seconds ago...
The gang leader pointed the gun at Tiny but before he could pull the trigger, Derek felt time suddenly slowing down and from the bottom of his heart he wanted the man to just stop. No, he also wanted him to die! he wanted him to just leave Tiny alone and just die. She was too precious to him. How could he let harm come to her?
As those thoughts crossed his mind, he subconsciously spoke them and a visible wave of aura left his mouth. The gang leader froze in his thoughts and he suddenly felt the uncontrollable need to kill himself.
On a rooftop not so far away, a stray cat sat and watched what had happened with so much attention. If Aesir was looking its way, he would recognise that it was the same cat he had thoughts of eating earlier on.
Derek opened his eyes to the familiar sight of beautiful bosoms trying to peek out the cleavage of Tiny's fitted shirt. He inhaled sharply, enjoying the all-so privilege of fainting. The stupid thought of passing our regularly actually crossed his mind.
"You are awake!" She caught him again. "Are you alright?"
"Well, I am now," He gave her a very shameless smile.
She moved her head away in embarrassment, "this shameless guy, can't you even read the room before opening your mouth." She thought.
"That is enough for you." The jealous Aesir pulled him by the legs out of the comfort of the bed.
"What is your problem dude," Derek felt like kicking this mood spoiler.
"What is my problem!? What is my problem!? How about we have been in this place for two days now and all you've done is sleep peacefully on the only BED!!! I have a head injury too you know. Sleeping on the ground hurts my head, do you know that?"
"How is it my fault that i passed out for two days? Wait!!! Did you just say i was out for two days?"
"Yes butt face, two days," Aesir held two fingers to his face.
"Shit!!!"
"And that's not all. We are in Egypt bro... Egypt! and how did you do that thing to that gangster?"
Derek sat upright. Ran his hands through his woolly hair,"I don't know...I just SPOKE!"