In the North of Nyasaland
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The sound of a cigarette boat drifted through the waters at high speeds. In the boat were three people the driver and two gun who were shooting frantically in the water
"ARE YOU CRAZ!? GO FASTER!" One of the gunmen yelled as he continued shooting into the water.
"FASTER!" One of the men yelled as he shot into the water more.
"SHUT UP THIS IS AS FAST AS IT GOES! HOW ABOUT YOU DO BETTER BY SHOOTING THAT THING ZISILU INU!" The yelled back at them.
Suddenly the boat began to shake violently and a bang came from the water. Then the boat came to a stop and something jumped out of the water and landed on the deck. It was about 7 '5 in height with the appearance of a leopard like figure with crocodile scales and crocodile tail glaring down at them, wearing just brown shorts and a Bluetooth headset on its left ear.
"AHHH!"They screamed in terror and began shooting at it but the bullets bounced off its body.
They tried to aim for the head but in incredible speed its arm grabbed one of the gunman's weapons and crushed its hand followed by quickly using its tail to pierce the other's stomach then wrapped it around his body. It jumped to the surprised gunman dragging the two to the waters causing the boat to rattled violently.
"SHIT! COME ON!! COME ON!!" The driver tried to switch on the boat over and over with fearful tears in his eyes. Suddenly it came out of water at high speeds then used its claws to land a deep cut through the driver's torso making him go limp to the floor.
"Hmph pathetic." It scoffed in a very deep tone revealing it was a male and moved to the container. "So these are the quirk boosting drugs he talked about." He looked at them in interest.
"Was your mission a success?" A male voice comes from the communicator.
"Of course but what kind of insult is this? You called in your favour just for this so-called mission?" The hybrid growled in annoyances.
"I apologize, old friend but I can assure you that you'll find a lot more enjoyment during our special plan for the memorial. Just transfer them to the base with the package so the doctor can start working on his machine" The man finished the call.
Before the leopard-crocodile man's ears twitched as he heard the driver grunt in pain so without wasting any time he charged at him with a roar.
"AAAHHH!"
The screams of the driver echoed through the water.
Next day in a market in Lusuka
"Here you go." Chimwemwe handed an Indian woman in her mid-forties money for the spices he picked out in the shop.
"Thank you and be careful out there." She pointed out as Chimwemwe had his hands full with a whole live chicken in his left hand, a bag-pack which had other glossaries and a skateboard floated next to him.
"Noted." He exited the store and placed his board and began riding back to his neighbourhood.
While he was riding it was getting a bit harder to see as his sight was getting a bit more sensitive than usual and so was his hearing.
So he relied a little bit on his radar to navigate a little better. Someone just jumped in front of him causing him to make a quick turn and go on his way. The person was wearing a black shirt, ripped jeans , red hat, purple shoes, and a red mask covering his mask.
"MY FRIEND STOP RIGHT THERE!" He yelled at Chimwemwe but he decided to ignore him."Ey little boy are you mad I said stop right there!" The gut took out a knife to threaten the electric users and with that three others came out and surrounded him.
They pretty much wore black clothes but their shirts were different designs and all wore red masks across their mouths.
One was shorter than the rest with a buzz cut haircut who was looking at him a bit intensely like he seemed familiar with Chimwemwe.
The other was taller with messy dreads.
The final one was a bit more muscular than the rest with a faded haircut.
'Come on man.' Chimwemwe thought in annoyance as he looked at the crew.
"Eish look all that your parents are drowning in money ah. So my friend to avoid trouble with us drop the bag and money and we'll leave you alone" The muscular one threatened.
"Wait boss, I recognize him. His that fine cheetah woman's boyi." The shorter one pointed out looking muscular and off course this comment didn't sit right with the electric user.
"You mean the one with the…" The beanie made motions with his hands depicting a curvy woman causing him to nod. "Eh man, she's got a nice backside."
"Oh yeah I but she's got a really nice pum pum too." The dreads one commented and even if their mask was covered Chimwemwe could tell the type of faces they were making.
"That fine cheetah woman would enjoy some time with her." The muscular throw in his thoughts
'Seriously?' Chimwemwe questioned as he was starting to lose his temper as they made more comments.
Now guys making sexual comments on his aunt was nothing new to him as he had heard guys mostly at his school and they say the most diabolically sexual things about her. Of course it didn't end up well for most of them whenever he was around or heard what they said but he had learned to live with it a little but it doesn't mean he had to like it. But these guys were pushing it.
The most muscular one moved towards Chimwemwe and wrapped his arm around him.
"My friend, listen , we won't hurt only if you take us to your house to meet yo…" He was silenced by Chimwemwe slamming his fist to his face knocking him back.
He then made their weapons float in the air consisting of just knives on all of them and a gun on the leader taking them all by surprise.
"Shouldn't have talked shit." Chimwemwe smirked menacingly as he made growling sounds a bit similar to a big cat and attacked them.
The next thing anyone heard on the streets were the screams of the you male.
A little while later
"People should really stop talking big all the time." Chimwemwe said to himself as he counted the money he got off from the gangster wannabes after he'd beaten them to the ground. "I know they are fakes but with the way they would put up more of a fight."
After he was down beating all four them to the ground he ran their pockets only to find that only two of them had money on them and it was the boss who had 9000 kwacha and one who had 3000 kwacha.As he was riding an inhaler floated from his pocket and he eyed it.
The leader pulled it out when he got desperate but Chimwemwe knocked him out before he could use it.
"Man I understand he was from a gang but where do people keep finding these? In fact, who keeps on making them or distributing them." He questioned while eyeing the inhaler and wondered if there was a cartel going around making them. Every time he came across this stuff he couldn't help drawing parallels with venom from dc comics and wondered if there was an African Bane producing all this.
He destroyed the inhaler with his quirk and reached his home a few more minutes later and sensed the electricity was still out.
"Agogo I'm back." He announced while walking to the living room and saw his grandmother sleeping on the couch but he thought it was a little strange she didn't jolt up as soon as he walked in since they were all light sleepers. "Ago." He shock her body a bit with a worried look on his face but she opened eyes and got up.
"Ago are you alright?"
"I'm a fine child, just a bit tired but why did you take so long? Did something happen?" She asked while sitting up.
"No, nothing serious."
"Are you sure it wasn't anything serious? And don't think I'll let you get away with lying to me child." She urged with a stern look while pulling and twisting his ear.
"O-Ow. T-Trust me I'm fine it was just some of those street punks and I took care of it." He winced in pain and his grandma let go of his ear.
"Alright, just please be careful out there. You never know who you might make an enemy off." Her eyes softened as she didn't smell blood on him or didn't see any injuries, then turned to the chicken with hungry eyes. "So do you want to kill it or should I?"
"Nah I'll do it." The chicken then began to fuss. They both growled at it with matching tones getting the chicken to stop fussing. Amandala looked at her grandson in a bit of amusement.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing, just don't make too much of a mess my child." She smiled at him and he left. 'I should really get him to the doctor for that check up.' She thought to herself as if it wasn't for the trips she would have taken to Lilongwe to doctor Kane but she do it after they were done.
"Ago the lights are back on!" Chimwemwe yelled out.
"Finally. Hopefully I didn't miss much." Amandala switched on the TV to continue her Nollywood movie.
In town
Mutale Sosala was driving to the pillar training facility for the meeting wearing a grey suit, black tie, red pocket handkerchief and black shoes.
He was currently on his way to the pillar facility for the parental meeting to discuss the children's trip to Zanzibar for the memorial. It could get a little hectic so some of the other parents didn't think it wasn't completely okay for their children to go there, and to get a tour of the renovations the made to the building.
But he didn't see what the problem was in letting the children venture to Zanzibar to further their hero careers. From what Jemima said it was mostly Mrs. Nkoma who voiced this, Minerva and the Pingiwa's had their doubts as well.
His stomach began to growl as he hadn't taken his breakfast before he left but luckily he saw a bakery nearby so he decided to stop by the bakery he spotted.
When Mutale got in scanned the shop for something to satisfy him and his eyes landed on an area which contained Minerva Cacar who was talking to the female baker.
She was wearing a bright yellow blazer over a black top, beige high-waisted trousers, paired with a matching beige belt, casual sneakers and black sunglasses. He stared a little bit harder at her behind.
"Hello Ms.Cacar." He called out to her, causing the woman's fur ears to perk up and turn towards him.
"Oh hello Mr. Sosala how have you been?" She returned the greeting.
"I have to say Ms. Cacar you're looking quite radiant today."
"Oh thank you and you look really good yourself. So what brings me here is that I never thought someone of your status would come to this common bakery."
"Oh common?" The woman had a slightly offended look on her face.
"I'm kidding Sandra." She reassured the woman named Sandra.
"Just because I have a little money doesn't mean I can't enjoy the simpler things in life. In fact, do you have any recommendations for me." He flashed her a charming smile and beside her but Minerva put a little more distance between them while giving Minerva a look.
"Well I love getting spicy meat samosas and pies but you can get the vegetable rolls if you want something a bit lighter." She recommended it.
"Alright I got one vegetable roll then."
"Alright sir I'll be back quickly." Sandra nodded and left for the back but turned to Minerva and gave her a look which spoke and Minerva shook her head.
"So I take it you're also going to the facility tour and meeting for the children's trip ?" asked Mutale.
"Yeah I'm not going to let them take him to that kind of event unless I'm sure he'll be safe but how come Jemima isn't with you?" She has been around the fashionista enough to get used to scent which she couldn't detect.
"Sadly no she's a little too busy today so I'm going alone. But you know Ms. Cacar It's been a good while since we've seen each other so how about we buy you some lunch after the meeting to catch up." He flushed her a charming smile.
"Sorry I can't because my mother is visiting and is cooking today." Sandra came back with their food and gave Minerva her four samosas and vegetable rolls for Mutale. "Well I was nice talking to you Mr. Sosala I'll see you at the meeting." She dug in her purse to pay for her food.
"No need to trouble yourself, how about I pay for your meal and drop you off there." He offered but Minerva placed her glasses on her head revealing her golden eyes, enchanting the man a bit but he kept his cool.
"I do…"
"Come on now you're practically my wife's closest friend so it's no trouble really and besides you don't want to eat those things while running.
'Closest friend?' Minerva thought as she scratched her ear and the man just paid for her snacks. "Alright but keep your hands to yourself."
"I can assure you I'll be a gentleman." He lightly jokes.
The two exited the bakery and entered the car. Likely the facility wasn't that far away so the drive was short but they still made some small talk
Minerva thanked Mutale for the lift and quickly got out of the car. She didn't want the other parents to think they were in a scandalous relationship, especially the women as word and gossip tends to travel around too much to make his status worse and she did want her face to be on the next episode on Nyasa Gossip or something.
She went into the lobby where there was a party of four waiting by the chairs.
The first was a man around his early fifties with a shaved head, dark brown eyes, a bit of a stomach, muscular arms, and a beard. He wore a maroon golf-shirt tucked into light brown pants. He was Dennis Nkoma the father of Lusungu.
Next to him was a chubby woman in her mid forties with grey eyes a little short in height wearing a brown printed dress and a short wig on her head. She was Mercy Nkmoa the mother of Lusungu.
The other pair consisted of a man with short hair with a fade cut on the side and grey eyes. He wore a grey long sleeve button shirt tucked, black pants and brown shoes. He was Tendai, the father of Daniella.
Next to him was a pretty woman on a wheelchair with facial features similar to Danielle, blue skin, completely blue eyes and fin-like ears, black hair in a seaweed like style and a mermaid tail. She wore a white blouse, clam necklace and printed cloth around her head This was Grace Pangiwe the mother of Danielle.
She exchanged greetings with all of them and Mutale came in a few moments later.
Mrs. Dutch came into the lobby wearing her usual business suit and politely greeted the parents ready to start the tour.