So the tyrant wasn't above using others against him. Michael thought as he headed outside. By now the dogs had gotten used to him and no longer attacked him. Now they just lift their heads, look at him and go back to whatever they were doing and he would be lying if he said he didn't miss the challenge they had brought.
He had to admit though that he wasn't shocked that the tyrant would do something like this. Deep inside he knew something along this nature was coming, he didn't know who the tyrant would use since he wasn't close to anyone here.
So the weapon the tyrant chose was innocent lives and the Island princess, okay, if that's the way he wanted to play this, then by all means, let's play. He thought as he spotted his weapon of choice going through the gate.
"Wait!" He calls catching up to him. "Hey, what's up?" Jermaine asks. "Where are you going?" "I'm just going to pick up a few things, want to join?" "Yes." Michael nods. "Alright then, let's go," Jermaine said opening the car door.
"Hey, you want one?" Jermaine asks handing Michael a bottle. "What is this?" "It's a beer." "Beer?" Michael asks examining the bottle. "Yeah, ice cold Red stripe man, hit's the spot every time." Jermaine laughs. "This is alcohol?" "Yeah, mild, but yeah." "Then you shouldn't be drinking this while driving," Michael said taking the bottle from him.
"Hey, it's just one beer man, and you never touch a Jamaican man's beer, man, ever," Jermaine said grabbing the bottle back from Michael.
"May I ask you a favour?" Michael asks fastening his seat belt. "After what you did for Evan, there's not much I wouldn't do for you at this point, well except give you my beer." Jermaine laughs. "Would you kill the tyrant for me?" Michael asks.
"And that! Wait, I know he's not your favourite person but do you actually want him dead?" Jermaine asks looking a little pale. "Not yet, just testing out a theory," Michael said in a serious tone. "Wait, what do you mean, not yet?!" Jermaine asks in alarm taking a sip of his beer. "Are you planning on killing him at some point?" Jermaine asks a little more seriously.
"Only if he force me to," Michael said firmly. But inside his head he said. There's more than one way to make him suffer. A small smile curves the corner of his mouth as he glances at Jermaine.
"Oh okay, you scared me a bit there, so what is your favour?" "Could you show me where Liah's home is?" "Oh, the virgin? Okay, yeah, you really like her don't you?" Jermaine teased. "Yes, I do." "Just be careful alright, if the other side finds out, she could become a weapon against you," Jermaine said.
"Too late," Michael states. "Wait, the other side already knows you like her?" Jermaine asks in a panic tone taking another sip. "No, the tyrant does, he's already using her as a weapon against me." "Shit, that's not good, for you or her," Jermaine said in a worried tone.
Or for you, if the tyrant so much as touches a hair on Liah's head, then it's your head I'll be coming for, boss's pet. Michael thought looking over at Jermaine. Speaking of which I need more information. Michael thought.
"Why do they call you the boss's pet?" He asks. "Why do you ask that?" "I'm curious. Did you join this gang to protect your family as well?" Michael asks. "Me? Um.. no. My story is a bit different."
"Different how?" "Well um, my parents were killed by men from the other side and my house burnt when I was six years old. There was no one to claim me so the boss took me in. he fed me, clothes me and sent me to school.
He was at all my graduations, and because of him, I can now speak five languages. I'm a computer whiz, there's nothing I'm not able to do on a computer right now, well, except find out who you are, of course, I haven't been able to do that, no matter how hard I try. I'm also a weapons specialist and a sniper and oh yeah I'm currently in university." Jermaine boasts turning the bottle up his head and drinking half the content.
"Okay, enough of that," Michael says grabbing the bottle from him again. "Hey, what did I just say about touching a Jamaican man's beer." "Be silent and focus on the road, you get this back when you're back at the tyrant's house, or do you wish to try and take it from my hands again?" Michael asks narrowing his eyes at Jermaine. "Something tells me that wouldn't be wise on my part," Jermaine grumbles.
"And you would be correct, so, the tyrant treats you well." "Yes, he does, he's a lot more lenient when it comes to me. He once told me that I was very important to him." Jermaine said in a proud tone.
That's exactly what I'm counting on. Michael's inner voice said, but out loud he said. "I bet you are and what about Blade?" Michael asks. "What about him?" Jermaine asks. "What does he do?" "Blade? Well, he takes care of a lot of important stuff for the boss. He's kind of like the boss's adviser."
That explains a lot. He thought. "I see," Michael said observing his surroundings and the people bustling about. "Here we are, she lives in that white house over there." Jermaine indicated to the house with his head as he came to stand beside Michael on the other side of the car. "Thank you," Michael said taking a good look at his surroundings.
"Let's go," Michael said two minutes later. "Wait, you've come all this way, aren't you going to say hello?" "Another time," Michael said over his shoulder as he turned back towards the car.
"You know four men have been tailing us since we left the house, right?" Michael asks in a calm unbothered tone. "Yeah, I know, they're my bodyguards, not that I need them with you around," Jermaine said with admiration.
"You're like a fucking ninja with those knives. You're an amazing fighter, you did know that, right?" "So I've discovered." Michael snorts with a small smile. "Speaking of which, I've been meaning to ask you, how the hell did you handle that whip so well? Slicing those men's fingers without taking their entire fingers off?" "Not sure, my movements felt natural to me." "Wait, muscle reflex?" Jermaine asks in disbelief. "I guess you could call it that." 'holy shit, you're fucking awesome." Jermaine laughs.
Michael glanced behind him as he was about to open the car door and saw a car slowly approaching them. Without thinking he grabs Jermaine's shoulder and throws him over the front of the car then flips over it and lands on the other side as bullets fly over their heads. People scream and scatter in all directions as Jermaine pulls his gun from his waist and gets ready to shoot.
He fired a few rounds as the car sped past them and down the road. "Get out of here!" One of his bodyguards shouts as they take off after the vehicle.
"Estas bien?" Michael asks. "Yeah, I'm okay, I see you speak Spanish as well, were you hit?" Jermaine asks. "No, and those weren't the men from last night." "Of course not, the men from last night probably won't be able to use their hands for another three weeks, thanks to you." Jermaine snorts.
"Get in!" Jermaine shouts jumping in the passenger's side. "Excuse me?" Michael asks in surprise. "Get in, you can drive, right?" Jermaine asks fastening his seat belt. "Guess we're about to find out," Michael said jumping in the driver's side and fastening his seat belt. "Head back to the house!" Jermaine shouts as Michael starts the engine. "I guess this is a retaliation because we took their packages?" Michael asks. "Yeah, and their weapons." "Weapons?" Michael asks. "Yeah, I took their weapons last night." "Why?" "Well I thought it would be better if they didn't catch up to us with loaded weapons," Jermaine explains.
Michael glanced in the mirror and saw another car behind them. He watched the car for a few seconds before speaking. "I don't think those men were alone." He said and Jermaine quickly glanced behind them.
"Shit, go, go, go!" Jermaine shouts as a bullet smashes the back glass of their car. "Floor it!" Jermaine ordered and Michael did as a few more bullets whiz past their heads. Michael saw a road that resembled the one that led back to the house and swerved sharply onto it.
"No, shit, wrong turn, man!" Jermaine shouts. As the car gained on them more bullets flew past them. "You said you are a sniper so shoot them." Michael orders. "In case you haven't noticed, I have a handgun, not my sniper rifle!" Jermaine shouts angrily.
"If you can't hit them with the weapon you're currently holding, then shoot their wheel or something, just get them off our tail!" Michael orders. "Their wheel, yeah, yeah, I can do that," Jermaine said aiming at the men's car wheel and firing.
The car behind them made a screeching sound before swerving, it then overturned, slid a few feet on the top and slammed into a wall.
"Go, go, go, make a left turn up ahead, then a right and go straight," Jermaine said glancing behind them again to make sure they weren't still being followed.
"Are you alright!" Razor demanded to know as they stepped into the house fifteen minutes later. "Yeah, we're alright, Michael saved my life and he's one hell of a driver too," Jermaine said softly with his head down. Razor glared at Michael for a few seconds and Michael met his glare head-on.
"Come, let me take a look at you," Razor said dragging Jermaine through the hall and up the stairs.
Michael is on his way to his room when he spots Blade in one of the rooms and stops. Blade was sitting behind a desk and on the desk were a lot of black and silver parts. On approaching the desk, he realizes the parts were parts of various weapons.
"Hey, you alright? I heard you had a near miss." Blade said. "I'm okay, those men didn't come to kill, they came to deliver a warning," Michael said looking at the parts on the desk. "You think so?" "I do," "Okay, but still bullets were flying past you left right and centre, it's okay to be nervous, frightened or even shaken up." Blade said as Michael gave him a confused look.
"What? Those words aren't even in your vocabulary, are they? No? Alright then, moving on." Blade said and returned his attention to the parts on the desk.
"He had just clicked a part into place on one of the weapons when his phone rang and he answered it. "Yeah, what! Now?" He shouts angrily into the phone. "Fuck, alright, I'm on my way." He said getting up. "What happened?" Michael asks in concern. "Those fuckers are making sure we get the message, there has been a shooting in the town square, I'll handle it, you stay here," Blade said running from the room.
Was he frightened, rattled or shaken up? No, no he wasn't. Right now he was furious, so furious it felt as if ice-cold water was running through his veins. That disgusting tyrant took the life of an innocent man and for what? A stupid reason such as being disrespected.
He had caused the death of someone, intentionally or unintentionally, didn't matter, that young man was dead because of him.
Why did this person have to be the one to save his life? Why? Wouldn't it have been better if he had just died? No, that was unfair to his family. Liah said that it was her Holy One that saved him and that her Holy One didn't do anything without a reason.
Okay, so there must be a reason why of all the places on the face of this earth he ended up here, but what was it? Why was he placed in this hell? The answer to that question he didn't know yet but while he tried to figure it out he would have to be very careful not to get anyone else killed. He thought as he grabbed two parts and clicked them together.
Thank you all for reading
Scripture for thought: Be merciful to me, O God because of your constant love, because of your great mercy, wipe away my sins. (Psalms 51 vs 1)
Riddle from the last ch: What do you get when you cross an Elephant and a skunk?
Ans: The biggest stinker you ever saw
Ha-ha, good one, good one, okay here's another.
What happens when you annoy a clock?
Good luck