Author's note: okay I think I should take the time to explain one thing. Jamaicans do not use the word (fuck) very much, no, our indecent languages are a lot more colorful because we curse (Claat) a lot, now there're various words that we put before (claat)
For example, pussy, bombo, rass, blood, etc, etc, if you catch my drift. Now, however, I'm not sure using those languages would be appropriate, so instead, I use the f-word as to tone it down a bit, so, now that I've explained that, let's get back to business shall we?
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"Hi," Michael replied. "I'm Jermaine, a k a ice pick. I've wanted to meet you for a while now." He said leaning his head to one side. "A k a?" Michael asks confused. "Yeah, it means also known as," Jermaine said. "Okay," Michael said nodding slowly. "I took the pair of footwear and my open door as an invitation to venture outside," Michael said biting into the fruit.
"Alright then, welcome to the great outdoors," Jermaine said spreading his arms wide. "What is this called?" Michael asks holding out the fruit. "That's an apple," Jermaine said in a dry tone. "What's an apalee?" "No, not apaplee, an apple, oh wait, I heard you don't speak English very well," Jermaine said stroking his chin.
"Let's try this again. It's a la-pomme." "Non J'ai eu une pomme et ce n'est pas ca." Michael frown. "Okay, you speak French, so you just said that you've had apple and that's not it, but that right there is a Jamaican la-pomme." "Island la-pomme, very delicious," Michael says nodding his head.
"So what's your name anyway?" Jermaine asks. "Don't know but the tyrant calls me Michael." "The tyrant?" Jermaine asks his brow raised. "Yes, the tyrant that runs this place."
"You did not just call the boss a tyrant?" Jermaine shouted whispers glancing around to see if anyone heard. "I did." "Do you have a death wish man?" "if the tyrant wanted me dead, I would be." Michael snorts.
"What do you call these?" Michael asks indicating to his clothes. "Clothes," Jermaine said rolling his eyes. "I know that," Michael said frowning at him. "What I wore before were called Jeans and T- shirt, what are these called?"
"Oh, you want the actual name of what you're wearing. Okay, the top is called a marina and that's a sweatpants, but you can just call them sweats." Jermaine said. "And these?" Michael asks holding out his feet.
"Are you seriously telling me you don't know what those are?" Jermaine asks in a tone that says you're jerking my chain. "That's why I ask." Michael points out. "You've never seen or worn sneakers before, seriously, those are sneakers man, as in what people wear to run and exercise and shit like that. Where the hell are you from man, Mars?" Jermaine asks rolling his eyes.
"Not sure, but sneakers are very comfortable," Michael states. "Yeah, I'm sure they are, these dogs are as tired as fuck right now after the workout you just gave them, look that one even had to go drink water. On the other hand, I've been here for a while and you're the only stranger I've seen them not torn to pieces.
The moment you step outside I thought you were dead for sure but damn did you prove me wrong. You've got mad skills. I'm looking forward to learning a few of those moves." Jermaine said as another man called him from another window.
"So do you need help getting back inside?" Jermaine asks. "No." "You know they're going to come at you as soon as your feet touch the ground, right?" "I know," Michael said but didn't move. "Alright then man, see you around, love the way you ran up that fucking tree though, a panther ain't got nothing on you." Jermaine laughs as he walks away.
Michael took that chance to take in the view from where he was sitting. Off to the left, he saw a building with its door half open and yes he was curious as to what goes on behind that door. The more he knew about this tyrant the more he would know who he was dealing with.
"I'm well rested, how about you guys?" Michael asks the four dogs lying on the ground under the tree. "Okay then let's do this." He said grabbing the pole and jumping from the branch landing firmly on the ground amid the dogs who immediately began growling as they got to their feet.
For the next fifteen minutes he again skilfully evaded the dogs until he decided to work his way over to the building, which he did while keeping the dogs a few feet from him.
When he was a few meters from the building he turned and at full speed ran towards the open door, ran inside kicking the door shut. With a satisfied smirk, he turned intending to check the place out but found that he was the primary focus of five pairs of hostile eyes instead.
A pair of those eyes belong to Liah's brother. He and four muscular intimidating men were standing by a long table which was filled with a green type of plant. One of the men places some of the plants in a small bag, ties the bag, and places it on a pile before grabbing a piece of stick and coming towards him.
"Well, well, look what the dogs dragged in." The man with the stick said in a hostile tone as he slapped the stick in his other hand in a threatening manner. "Are you lost asshole?" Another one asks. Michael's eyes rest on the other men for a few seconds before he again focuses on the one who asks the question.
"No." He said his fingers tightening around the iron pole. "Maybe he's here for his initiation, let's give him a proper welcome into the gang, shall we." Another one said grabbing a long blade that looked like a sword also coming towards him.
"Hey drop that machete, Milton, the boss wants him alive and in one piece," Anthony said. "Oh come on, a few slaps out of this isn't going to kill him." The one with the blade said with an evil smirk.
"Maybe but let's not take any chances, huh, now drop it and grab that piece of pipe over there," Anthony suggests. "You're no fun but alright." The man said obeying Anthony's order.
"I came here not intending to fight anyone, however, if any of you attack, I will defend myself," Michael said putting all his focus on Anthony as he said the words.
"Ohh hear that men, he's going to defend himself. Alright badass, let's see you defend yourself against the five of us." The one called Milton said and the five of them charged at him. Michael wasn't expecting Anthony to actually attack him but he did and so he decides not to hold back either.
Five minutes later all five men were on the floor groaning in pain, thanks to a few martial arts moves they had only ever seen on television. Michael on the other hand was in total shock at the fact that he took these men down so fast and without even using much force.
How he was able to do all he had done so far was beyond his comprehension. His entire body seemed to be able to do as it wished without consulting his brain but it was effective so he didn't mind going along with it.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" Razor barks in a hostile tone. As if by instinct Michael's fingers tightened around the pole again. The men were still groaning in pain on the floor, so Razor turned and glared at Michael. "Well?" He demands. "They attacked, I defend," Michael said in a calm tone.
"So, whose idea was it to attack this man?" Razor growls. "Sorry boss we were just messing around," Anthony said between groans. "So this was your idea then?" Razor asks glaring at Anthony.
"No one in particular boss, we all chipped in." Milton groans. "Is the product ready for shipment?" Razor asks. "Almost boss," Anthony said grabbing the edge of the table in an attempt to pull himself up off the floor.
"This shipment leaves here in an hour, if it's late, there are a few bullets with your names on them, now get moving!" He barks and surprisingly within minutes everyone was on their feet even though they were all still in pain. "You, come with me." He said to Michael as he turned and walked from the building with an annoyed growl.
Michael followed him, still carrying his pole but stopped next to Anthony as he was passing. "your sister's suitcase is still by my bed; please ensure she gets it." He said before continuing after Razor. Another surprise was the fact that the dogs were nowhere in sight when he stepped outside.
Michael entered the house behind Razor and placed the pole in the same spot he had taken it from. He then follows Razor to the kitchen. Razor went over to the fridge, took out a bowl of fruit, and place it in front of Michael. "So what is it exactly that you remembered?" Razor asks in a cold tone.
"I have no recollection of my memories." Michael said eyeing the bowl of fruit suspiciously. "Trust me, if I wanted to poison you, you would be dead already. Eat." Razor orders. "So, what do you call all that I've seen you do? Muscle reflex?" Razor asks disbelief obvious in his voice.
"Yes, my body moves and I follow." Michael states. "Of course it does." Razor snorts before turning to leave the room but stop by the door. "Dinner will be served in this room at seven pm, I trust you can find your way back to your room?" He asks over his shoulder.
"Yes, I can." Michael replied firmly. "Of course you can." Razor growls in a low hostile tone before leaving the room.
Thank you all fore reading
Words of encouragement
God gives different people different talents
Where ever he has you, he has you there for
A reason
Ans for riddle from ch 16
A- Dead beat
Did you get that one my lovelies?
Good here's another one.
Where is the best place to look
For a banana?
Good luck my lovelies