CHAPTER 1
"Come closer Gima", she whispered in a thin voice.
Gima leaned her ears towards her cracked lips so she could clearly hear her.
"I'm sorry, Gima", she said letting out a continuous cough.
"Should I get you water mama" Gima furiously asked.
"No baby, mama will be fine" she smiled at her.
With the little strength in her grip, she slowly pulled Gima close to her.
With her eyes filled with tears, her heart full of words but her tongue was too heavy to let them out.
"I-I-I'm really sorry Gima"
"I should have done better. I could have given you a better life", she said through a low cough.
She cleared her throat. "I should have given you a better father. But I gave my heart the map, and it led me to him. I know we could have done better. We both sorry Gima", she said with her lips shaking.
Gima felt the tears and pain behind her sick mum's voice as she lay helplessly on her deathbed. She couldn't help but also tear down.
"YOU DID YOUR BEST MAMA. I APPRECIATE EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE FOR ME" she replied in tears as she wiped the tears of her mom's face.
She steadily raised her left hand and wiped Gima's tears
"I can finally rest in peace. Thank you, baby" she whispered and smiled.
Her hand slowly falling from her cheek, her smile was still there, in appreciation of her daughter's forgiveness. A painful exit as she withered away with the leaves, leaving the branch bare.
Gima seeing her mummy smile sat near the battered and hanging window, just staring into the sky with a lot of questions for God.
An eight year old who thought her mum was asleep.
A small room with nothing but three mats, piles of clothes fractioned in the corners of the room. No neighbours, no family and siblings, but a drunkard who blamed and abused her wife and daughter for his failure.
"I would be swimming in an ocean of wealth if weren't for those two devils" he shouted at the top of his voice as he approached.
All the other residents were witnesses to his abuse, but they were all no angels themselves.
Gima rushed to her mother's side before he got there.
He stepped and pushed the already hanging door.
"You have the audacity to be sick in my house!" this flailing drunken exclaimed, stumbling towards them, with his bottle crouched in her armpit like that was his world.
Gima with her arms wide open full of scars and unhealed bruises protecting her dead mother.
"IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU. A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, SO USELESS, NO LUCK, UGLY LOOKING CHILD", he blatantly said as he kicked her in the gut.
She shouted in pain, burst into tears. The kick carried her from her seated position. She crawled back before he could touch her mother.
She grabbed his leg, like her life depended on it.
"Let go off my leg, bad luck plague", he said and looked down in despise of Gima.
Like a howling wolf at night. His gaze showed pure hatred for her daughter. He crushed her continuously with his left leg, as she failed to let go. He dragged his foot and daughter on the ground as he proceeded to torture his wife.
"Your cursed womb gave me this. You are to blame here" he murmured, as he kicked her in her tummy.
Gima was so stunned and her screams came with pain. Seeing her mum kicked continuously and her mom's smile fading away. The trauma from witnessing her dad kick her mom to death.
"MOVE BITCH, SAY SOMETHING, OR DID THE WITCH BITE HER TONGUE?", he aggressively ASKED.
He bent to pull her up from the ground, halfway through it, he felt the weight and noticed his wife was dead.
"Oh, she's dead", he said. Leaving her dense body to crush the ground.
Gima's stare hearing this-the shock in her eyes. She slowly creeped to her mother's corpse with her pupils dilated.
"mama"
"mama"
"mama"
"mom"
"mama", she continuously mentioned, waiting for her mom to answer.
He just rolled over to the mat beside his dead wife's, "Finally I can see the light at the end of the tunnel", he thinly said as he laid face front in his slumber.
Gima was still in shock calling her mother.
"Love, Love. All she did was love him. Her love killed her. Her trust betrayed her. The one person she waited on to change, tainted and cursed her fate." She murmured silently.
Her ears twitching to the loud snores from her father. She slowly stepped outside, like she was walking and moving on air. Her body seems to be moving , but her conciousness had completely faded.
CHAPTER 2
At 19:30 PM, EASTERN TIME, GHANA, a great genocide was recorded.
Her Dad woke up in the morning seeing no sites of Gima but a white folded paper, with a pen beside it. He opened it and everything was noted in red. Even the drunk courageous mind had to be scared.
"DEAR DAD, I STILL CAN'T GET OVER THE SCENE OF YOU MURDERING MY MOM. I COULD HAVE SETTLED THE SCORE WHILE YOU WERE ASLEEP, BUT WHERE'S THE FUN? LOL. I'M LEAVING YOU ALIVE ON TWO CONDITIONS
BRING HER BACK TO LIFE BY THE TIME I COME BACK FOR YOU
AMASS THE WEALTH YOU CLAIMED, WE STOOD IN YOUR WAY OF GETTING BY THE TIME I COME AFTER YOU.
THERE ARE NO DATES, NO TIMES, I COULD EVEN COME AFTER YOU TONIGHT.
A KING THAT LOST HER QUEEN AND PAWN BECAUSE OF USELESS ATTACKS VERSUS THE NEWLY BORN QUEEN. LET'S SEE YOU EVADE MY ATTACKS WHILE TRYING TO WIN. SEE YOU SOON
YOUR DAUGHTER,
GIMA."
After reading, even though a bit scared, he wondered because Gima was never introduced to formal education, so who actually did it. He rose to step outside, and right before stepping out he realised his wife's corpse was not in the room. It's like there was a thorough cleanup. This had him shook. He instinctively ran outside to check the surroundings, and found nothing.
He roamed around his box house for sometime trying to figure out who could have done this it. But the mind of a fool is always at ease. He came inside took his shirt and stepped outside, with his tattered jeans and the face of a man who had just won the lottery. As he approached his drinking spot, he noticed there were quite a number stationed there which was unusual. The closer he got, the murmurs from the crowd got louder but it wasn't clear.
One woman from the crowd shouted, "Mr. Kenny is here". It was as if they were at the mercy of a remote. Their necks moved at the same time towards Kenny. He stopped at abruptly wondering why the mention of his name created this much tension.
"Hey, everybody what's going on here as he got closer" he desperately asked. There was still silence.
Jackson- a great friend of Kenny who was also the owner of the bar approached him.
"Hey Jack...."
Before Kenny could finish the mention of his friend's name, he was sent flying. A punch that could cause a split in the sea right to Kenny's face.
He crushed to ground and was left in daze.
Jackson approached him as Kenny's mouth was covered in blood, and a blurred vision.
He squatted beside him at lower tone, "Every person who has been at this bar has lost something in just a night. WE LIVE IN THE SLUM BUT YOU THINK WE DON'T CARE ABOUT OUR FAMILY LIKE YOU DON'T?", Jackson rant in despair as he pushed another punch to his temple.
"MY WIFE, MY TWO CHILDREN, ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!!", Jackson went on to use him as body bag. The people stood back and watched, nothing but silence. All you could hear was Jackson, the whims of his heavy punches as it whim through the air and lands on Kenny's body. Kenny grit his teeth in pain, unable to talk.
Jackson stood grabbed his hair and dragged him on the ground to corpses of his family's body.
"My MONEY, MY BAR, MY FAMILY. ALL BECAUSE YOU RAISED A MONSTER AND WE ARE TO SUFFER!!?"
"OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK KENNY!!"
"OPEN YOUR EYES YOU DRANK", He shouted at Kenny.
Kenny struggled but was finally able to open his swollen eyes a little. Even though blur he could see two dead bodies laying across each other at the seat he took last night at the drinking bar.
He was shocked at how everything was unfolding. At that point he had given up on life. Upon closer look, everybody surrounding him had a long or broken bat, a stick, an aluminum rod, some even held knives, as if he was the killer. Jackson's break allowed Kenny some breathing space for him to regroup and sit.
CHAPTER 03
"Everybody, hand over your letters", Jackson loudly asked the crowd. It appears almost every person at the scene had one.
He assembled them and dropped them by Kenny's side.
"Read these letters, this day is your last light. To allow your daughter to escape after slaughtering children, husbands, stealing. As her father, you will pay for her sins because you're the one who nurtured that little monster".
"CAN'T WE KILL HIM RIGHT NOW"
"WHY DO WE HAVE TO WAIT"
"MR. JACKSON YOU'RE BEING SOFT ON HIM, BECAUSE HE'S YOUR FRIEND"
"YES"
"YES, IT'S NOT FAIR MR. JACKSON"
"l LOST MY HUSBAND, HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW DEADBEAT KENNY, HE JUST SAID HELLO THAT NIGHT AT YOUR BAR"
"IF YOU INDEED A LEADER OF THIS SLUM, LET JUSTICE PREVAIL", random voices who were silent finally let their woes out of their heart.
The scene of women crying, fathers sitting in pain of losing their children, and him losing his family was so big a trauma for him to lay down for his great friend.
"I NEED TWO MEN STRONG MEN, TO GO OUT THERE AND FIND ROPES SO WE CAN TIE HIM DOWN!!" He asked, everybody rushed out even women.
A random voice came from the back, "I HAVE ONE HERE".
He handed it over to Jackson, who decided to tie Kenny down himself.
"You brought this on yourself Kenny. The best you can do now is to at least read", Jackson whispered in his ear as he leaned to tie Kenny's hand behind his back.
With tears dropping down his chin, he announced, "I know everybody here lost something precious last night. I'm sorry for everybody's loss as I share the same grief with everybody. We are not going to kill or lynch this man to death tonight".
"What do you mean by that? Are you asking us to set him free?", an enraged man questioned Jackson.
"No let me fi.."
"You can't be trusted", another random man from the crowd shouted
"How do we know you aren't in cohorts with him", another random added.
The murmur went on for minutes.
"QUIET, YOU FOOLS!! You think I don't want to get a knife and stab him, leaving him to bleed to death as revenge for my family?" Jackson furiously said.
"If you are pained as you claim, you wouldn't be protecting the breeder of the little monster", the man who gave the rope responded.
"YESSS" the crowd responded in agreement.
"People, relax I"
"Enough of your deceit Mr. Jackson", he cut Jackson off and proceeded to make his point.
"You act like you are grieving with us, but it appears to be the opposite. How do you lose your wife and family, and think it's okay to relax for the roots of our pain", the man added.
"Right?"
"That is not how a leader acts"
"True", Many people were in agreement to the man's statement that they barely listened to Mr. Jackson's statement so he had only one last resort.
Give the people what they want.
Mr. Jackson width his hands in the sky, and asked, "PEOPLE!!, WHAT'S THE POINT IF HE DIES ONCE? DON'T EVERYBODY WANT A PIECE OF HIM?".
"Of course we do", the man who had now moved up front responded.
He turned to the crowd expressing a rhetorical look on his face and the crowd nodded in unison.
"We all want him to pay", the man added.
"YESSSS!!", the crowd responded.
At the top of his voice, "FROM NOW TILL DAWN, WE ARE ALL GOING TO TAKE TURNS PUNISHING HIM AS WE SEE FIT. YOU CAN EVEN CHOOSE TO CUT OFF HIS LIMBS. AND TOMORROW AT 2PM, WE ARE GOING END IT ALL BY TAKING TURNS STABBING HIM TILL HIS LAST BREATH!".
Even though the people were raged and pained, Jackson's suggested punishment seemed extreme, that it split the thoughts of the crowd.
Some had second thoughts and others were fixated on killing Kenny.
Kenny started apologizing after hearing the punishment Jackson implied. He started shivering and crying in pain.
Jackson didn't flinch an inch at his friend's plead.
"It's 9:23am, we will feast at 12Pm in the afternoon. That should work for everyone right", Mr. Jackson added.
The crowd dispersed to prepare for the time.
Jackson looked at this man who attempted stealing the trust of the people and his position as the leader, with the eyes of a predator. It was the collision of the Lion and the Tiger, who was going to rule the Jungle.
Jackson assembled his men when everybody had left.
"Does anyone here ever seen this man in this slam", Mr. Jackson asked.
"Has, boss" one of the men responded.
"Has anyone seen him around", he added.
"He is from the southern forest of the slam boss. I think he has his own men too. Even though you are the ultimate ruler of the whole slum". The strategist of Jackson's men- Bengie; He was the only one the boss took corrections from.
"Even though we will beat them in numbers, I think it will be a draw considering how strong each of his men are"
Mr Jackson proceeded to ask, "What is their number"
"Just 20, boss", Bengie nonchalantly answered.
"Blasphemous" One of the men stood up and loudly pronounced.
"I said it to the boss, because I knew food for thought to you, is like feeding a starved lion fruits" Bengie didn't even look at him while answering.
"I dare you to say it again"
"Bruh, he said you were stupid, and you are asking him to say it again? You know it's Bengie right" another man responded.
The whole room was filled with laughter which lifted the tension a bit.
"Enough" Mr Jackson interrupted.
"Bengie"
"You need my help boss?", Bengie asked.
"Yes, and how did you know all that", Mr. Jackson asked out of curiosity.
Bengie raised his head for the first time of the day, looked into the eyes of the boss, read the tension in the room.
He slowly looked down again, "We have little time boss. I will explain if we survive what's coming. But for now, let's find a way to survive, we will deal with the rest later" Bengie answered.
The silence in the room showed that everybody understood the complexity even though there was less detail.
Bengie continued, "Many groups have been looking to overthrow the boss and become the head of the slum for a while now. The is in tantrum, this seems like the perfect time"
"If they indeed attack, we all die and the slum will be lost, if they don't the slum survives" Bengie ended his rant.
Mr. Jackson stared at him and asked, "So we have no chance of survival huh".
Bengie shook his head in response to the boss.
Mr. Jackson stood and they all knew what it meant- fight your best and let God handle the luck.
"The boss is the pawn of an eight year old", Bengie whispered to himself, as the boss was walking outside.
He was hurt to see the man he has been with from teenage get coiled by an anaconda as big as her. Even he knew how messed up things would get if he interfered, so he left it how it was.
"I swore my loyalty, so i guess i have to die even if I know the entire truth" he said to himself.
"Boss"
"I already know, Bengie, we are surrounded by various spies from all the compass of the slum". Jackson replied.
Bengie felt relieved because at the very least, the boss was relaxed. They marched outside with an hour left for Kenny's apprehension.
On the south side was the mysterious man, who challenged the boss of the slum. To him, Jackson was strong and he knew fighting head on would be a futile fight. His righthand man walked in while he sat on his little throne thinking of the best strategy to counter Jackson.
"I know most sectors have the similar goals, it all comes down to how cut their numbers to give us the edge after battle. They will definitely succumb to our power" he said to himself.
"Queen Jean, aren't you overthinking? You can probably conquer two sectors on your own without breaking a sweat", his righthand man implied – Teni, Queen Jeans second son. Queen often called him Tee. He liked him because his strength as a kid rivalled his. He saw his potential and used to separate him from his late wife for training. Teni's strength was top five in the slum. They never left their hideouts till the slum incident. Just like a leach, he has been waiting for his preach to step in the water so he could latch on him.
Queen slowly raised his head, and realised it was his son.
"Finally snapped out of it, dad? I have been standing here for minutes and you didn't even notice" he said.
"Yeah, what do you think our chances of survival are", he asked with dead eyes.
"Mr Jackson must be really formidable to have this cobra who stays and strike think this hard. I guess all he's doing plotting and crafting a trap", Teni thought to himself.
Teni got startled as he could feel his father's bloodlust, the aura of bloodthirst oozing from his skin. The room felt heavy to Teni. That was the difference in their strength.
Teni bowed to his knees and answered, "Mr. Jackson is also a one-man army, and everybody barely have any knowledge of his men his men's strength. So, I can't really determine, but I don't think there's a strategist in his men better than you. I think we will win with no loss but at most two casualties"
He looked at his son and smiled.
"The difference in strength between Jackson and I, is just the same as yours and mine when he rages",
This statement from Queen had Teni shook, the man barely acknowledges his rivals. So, him admitting meant, raging Jackson is really dangerous.
"That explains, his isolation after returning from the bar" Teni thought to himself.
"About the strategist, there's one greater than mine", Queen continued.
"Huhh? In this slum?" Teni asked.
His face full of shock.
"Yes son, in this slam. And I'm sure you will get to meet him amidst this battle."
"One more thing Teni, whatever happens don't let your guard down against him. His brain is so powerful it can project what can happen in the near future".
Teni's face gave him out, he had lots of questions to ask his father. The atmosphere and look in the look in his eyes showed despise towards this man he mentioned.
He felt a bit relieved after his conversation with Teni.
"I have work Teni. It's almost time so prepare for the time. We will strike in the night" he said, as he stood from his throne and progressed outside.
Teni stood abruptly and as Queen was about stepping outside, "Dad, let's survive" he mentioned.
Queen nodded as he proceeded to carry on with his unnamed plan.
CHAPTER 04
2:00 PM
The people of the slum started to move to Kenny's site in numbers. More than the number that was present in the morning.
Jackson had assigned men to look over Kenny in his absence.
Queen Jean of the south was able to go in agreement with the sub leaders of the various sectors, to overthrow Jackson.
As the people returned to Kenny's site, Queen was still in his hideout waiting for the perfect moment to attack.
It was past 4 pm, as people kept crowding in at the bar. The skies had now become dark – showing signs of a heavy rainfall.
The people had finally gathered and the apprehension was about to start, when one random man ran and heavy kicked Kenny in the chest. Kenny growled in pain. The action was so sudden, Mr. Jackson involuntarily launched a kick at the man's skull. The man fell to the ground.
"My husband!!!", a woman screamed as she hurriedly ran to check on him. She checked his pulse and breath, and her husband was a goner.
"You killed him!!! All because of an ingrate!!! You are a good for nothing leader!!!", the woman agonized in pain.
The crowd was awe of what had just happened in their eyes. Their tongue held by disbelief. Unable to comprehend the leader's actions, the leader of the west walked majestically towards the face of Jackson with a wooden bat. The crowd could only watch was about to unfurl, when the leader of the west raised and hit Mr. Jackson in his temple at full strength. The bat had broken, and Mr. Jackson was unfazed when the fastest man among Jackson's men at his top speed, stabbed the leader of the west in his neck.
Blood sprinkling out of his neck on the face of Mr. Jackson. The scene had mouths wide open as a shock expression to what they were witnessing. That was when all hell broke lose.
The leader from the west and all other sectors charged in and brawl started. The citizens tried rushing out but it was too late. Most were caught in the attack, bodies laid on the slum like carpet, from men, children, women, and even older people.
Queen's messenger flew from the scene to their hideout to inform him of their situation, but that wasn't the plans he instructed them to carry out.
"Fools!!!!!" he furiously blurted.
"They were supposed to wait and attack at 5, what happened? weakness and being brain dead!!! This is why I prefer working alone", Queen crashed out trying to figure out an immediate action.
He stepped out, and assembled his men, 20 men was all he had, but their strength together rivalled Jackson's 100 plus men.
"Dad, don't you think we are moving too fast. Isn't the cobra supposed to keep his cool for the right moment to attack?" Teni - his son asked.
Queen snubbed him "What is a leader without the people", he whispered, as he walked past him.
His men needed no war chants, they understood how critical their situation had become and marched with the leader to the war zone. Teni felt like his dad was in rush, but what could he do. He could choose to be by his side before he loses control or sit for a while, and strategize on better counter measures.
"Teni, your dad is very vigilant, but when things doesn't go his way, he loses his cool. I want you to be his brain and stick when that time comes. Be by his side no regardless of the situation" Teni remembered these words from his late mom, and rushed to his dad's side.
He skipped the line to the front row beside Queen. "Finally came to your senses?" Queen asked with a smile.
"YESS QUEEN!!" Teni responded as they marched to the field.
The messenger was the only man left behind at Queen's hideout.
Queen and his men gallied through the rain. Upon reaching the centre of the slum, Queen felt a bit uneasy. He looked down, and a stream of blood was beneath his feet. He knew the regular citizens were all lost. He was losing his cool as they approached the battlefield.
They finally arrived and the scene was horrendous. Heads and other body parts were carpeted all over the slum. All the innocent people of the slum were caught up in the fight.
Mr. Jackson stood beside Kenny, with his men 21 left sitting in different positions. Mr. Jackson and Queen stared into each other's soul.
"They really did this themselves?" Teni silently asked himself
"I guess at least we will be on equal footing", Queen acclaimed.
Mr. Jackson smiled, "Equal footing you said?" he asked.
"Yes, each man get's a one on one, which means no interruptions" Queen answered.
"So, you're claiming there won't be a winner, just like your son said huh?", Mr. Jackson asked again.
"That boy has my wits at least, I can at least respect a betrayer", Queen said, with a smile on his face.
Teni and Jackson's men were a bit shocked, trying to figure out whose Queen's was and why he ended up Jackson's army.
As the claim and speculation went on, Bengie finally stepped out of the hut and came to stand by Mr. Jackson.
"How is our strategy and chances with the scene here?", Mr. Jackson asked again.
He looked at the mess, and Queen's army in front of him and shook his head.
"I guess this is the end of the slum huh. It was even being with you all, and having you all behind my back, Let's end this in honor"
Nods of approval came from Jackson's men as they started to close the gap between them and their opponents. A strong lighting struck in in the space between them. The breeze of the wind became heavier, after the wind was when they felt the pressure.
It felt like they were all being watched. One step could lead get your head sliced.
CHAPTER 05
Back at Queen's house was the messenger at the entrance of the gate staring in the dark woods, from afar he could see short blue dots, approaching him. He stood his guard, and as the eyes got close, he bowed to the ground and said, "I have done as you asked Gima, I deliberately delivered the message earlier to foil Queen's plans"
"Yeah, you did well. I'm sorry but nobody from the slum is supposed to leave according to my script. I am Miga, not Gima. We are two separate entities." She said calmly, as she walked towards him. She stared down at him apologizing with ounce tears and pride he had left.
"Why do I have to apologize to a kid, she's just a kid. So why have I bowed"
"Your life is on the line, and you are weighing in your pride, because I am a kid". Gima responded to the man's thought as she passed by him.
He was slowly raising his head when it got sliced in the air.
"Huhh??"
"Am I dead?"
"What weapon? A knife, sword, she had"
"Who ever sinned against this monster has cursed the earth". That was the messenger's last thought as his head crushed and rolled to the other side of the compound.
"My last plot hasn't unfolded yet huh? Guess I'll have to wait for them to finish up", Miga said to herself as she went to rest on Queen's bed.
Queen broke the silence, "The little blue-eyed monster? We really didn't stand a chance if she is giving us a chance to finish slaughter ourselves".
Teni was still processing the fact that he has a brother.
"I know you have lot's of questions, but the battle comes first son. Go after Bengie, that is the strategist who even surpasses me. Fight at your full strength Teni. Even though he looks clumsy and lanky, underestimate him and you are done" Queen addressed Teni.
That was when Teni realized that Bengie was his brother.
The others dispersed, and the brawl started. No weapons, just brute strength, hands and strategy.
Teni faced off with Bengie.
Bengie stared at him and slowly walked towards him with his hands in his pocket. "Make me take off one hand and I will take this fight seriously" he added.
Teni stared closely in shock of Bengie underestimated him. As he stared, Teni could see his mom's eyes and realized, this was his elder brother who was claimed to have died training in the woods. His absence caused their mum despair and she lost her life through the overthinking and stress.
He raised his head in the sky, clinched his fist, then his body started oozing with bloodlust.
Mr. Jackson turned as Teni's strength caught his attention.
"Woww, you really produced two strong figh.." , Jackson received a kick to his abdomen that sent him flying before he could even finish his sentence.
Queen walked towards him, "You might lose your life if you don't take this a tard serious Jack".
He quickly took his ground and they continued their fight; kicks flew in, punches that could create holes on walls.
Teni filled his mind with rage, reminisced on every pain he went through during training sessions, his mum's death. The more he raged the stronger he got.
Teni flew closer in Bengie's face in a flash, and followed up with an insane combo. A straight jab aiming at Bengie's head, which he evaded, but Teni's speed already had him cornered. He anticipated Teni following through with a punch from his left hand aiming at his head, but Teni had other plans. At his top speed, he held Bengie's head with both hands and dragged it to his chest, following through with two hard knee kicks to Bengie's face. Bengie raised his head right after catching those knees, and caught a round high kick to his neck, that threw him to the ground.
Bengie was impressed with his brother's strength. The excitement showed on his face. Bengie's smile put shivers on everybody, Teni jumped backwards immediately he had that feeling. Jumping backwards, he felt a loss in the balance of his body as his right knee dropped to the ground, that was when he realised the hole Bengie had dug in his thigh.
He also smiled, they acknowledged their strength and expressed their feelings through their fists.
The rain had calmed and the emperor had finally risen, she walked outside and sensed only one survivor on the battlefield.
"I guess they are done. Took them some time, but I can't expect much from weaklings", Miga said to herself as she walked to the slam burial.
Kenny heard splashes of water that signified that there was still someone there.
"Jackson, is that you, can I get some water please"
"Jackson!!"
"Whoever it is!!! please help!!!", he pleaded continuously.
He could feel the person approaching, and finally, in front of him stood the orchestrator for slam's genocide.
"If there's one thing I appreciate, it's you showing Gima pain. Now she knows love isn't real but a cloak to the hypocrisy and ill intents of humans. The heart of a kid is like a flowing sea, every bad thing that is dropped inside, with time floats ashore. But when it's too heavy, it generates hate, and what you feed them becomes an anchor to their hate. It can't be washed ashore because it's beyond their capabilities. It stays on the surface of their heart, and they never love the person who caused it" Miga implied.
"Gima, baby, I'm sorry, I learned my lesson, please help me!!" Kenny kept pleading for forgiveness.
"This isn't Gima, I am Miga-Gima's alter ego. She suppressed using the love she received. After what you did everything changed. You killed her mom, because you were sent out from your rich home while staying together with her mum. To you, your downfall of getting evicted by your rich parents was because of her and the newly born baby at that time(Gima)" she said.
Kenny forgot he was thirsty, with a frightened look on his face.
"How did you know!!" he curiously asked.
"I am not obliged to answer to you, I want to kill you myself but is not time yet. We will need you to suffer more" she added.
She took his blindfold off his eye, he couldn't open his eyes at that moment, but eventually he did and was startled.
Eyes were bright and beautiful, like a morning sky with no clouds. Half of a body covered in blood from the people she had slaughtered. Her eyes fixed on her prey.
"How you are going to evacuate this place will be your problem, remember the contents of your letter, and prepare to meet Gima the next time. she's asleep right now. The next meeting will be your end. Our eyes will always be locked on you", Magi said and proceeded to evacuate the slam.
"One more thing, I knew you were going to be executed so I used the whole slam as a chessboard filled with no great pieces but pawns. I am more of a sicko than Gima. Wow, I'm amazing. " she giggled as she walked past Kenny.
"Magi!"
"Gima!"
"Anyone, please untie me, please!!"
"Magi!!!" Kenny kept shouting and pleading till could not be seen.
"I have to get us cleaned , travel through the forest to the city and find a new chessboard, this one broke two easily, plus the pieces weren't strong enough. UGHHH!! So boring" Miga said to herself as she majestically walked into the woods.
CHAPTER 06
Long black hair, a cute face like that of an angel, but the teeth and hunger of a hungry lion. It had been a week since Miga enacted her vengeance on the people of the slum.
Everybody was a victim of her wrath except the man that birthed her. She left Kenny in the slum the same way the people of the slum had tied him.
Two days after Miga left Kenny, A man without life broken into pieces with no hope of survival. Kenny had been resting in hunger and thirst.
"Miga, Gima, I'm really sorry"
"Forgive me" Kenny repeated continuously his tired voice.
He had no energy left to speak.
On the third day, he laid unconscious. During sunset, he could hear the garbage truck that delivered waste from the city arriving, but his cracked lips couldn't even mumble an alphabet to save his life.
The garbage truck driver, stepped down from his car in suspicion. Usually, the people of the slum would run towards the truck for selection as he dropped the waste.
"This place smells funny today", He mumbled to himself as he proceeded to check out the slum.
The stench grew stronger as he approached the centre of the slum. From where he stood, he could see ants in line marching towards the northern part of the slum, he raised his head and all he could say was, "WHAT THE FUCK!!" as various dead bodies laid in front of him.
"It's kinda squishy too"
"Hmm, I wonder what it could be?" He said as he kept pressing and squeezing his foot on it.
"Hmmmmm"
He jumped when took a glance – the dead body of an old lady, was the squishy carpet he continuously pressed his foot on.
"Sorry grandma!!"
"Wait, where's her head? this killer is actually ruthless, using granny as a nutrient for the soil. Rest in peace granny", He said and progressed to the bar of the slum.
"Anybody here!!"
"Hello!!"
"Anybody!!"
Even though he was scared as to what or who had caused this genocide. He convened courage even though gallied, he galloped in the direction of the bar.
"Man, I it looks like Spartacus in this bitch...Walking on these dead bodies has me feeling like a warlord" The garbage truck driver said to himself as he got to the bar.
"HELLO!!"
He looked around and saw Kenny tied, he hurriedly moved to his side.
"Healed bruises? Can this one regenerate... Oh he still has couple unhealed ones on his back... My bad pal, thought ya were something like a superman or ya know? like a comic character or something, ya know?... ya probably can't hear me, but ya get it? This slang this a lotta work"
He palpated Kenny's wrist, and even though it was faint, he could feel Kenny's pulse.
"Woahh, He's alive!!"
"Everybody he's alive!!"
"A miracle"
"Oh, they can't cheer with me, they are dead. I thought there would be zombies to cheer with. Well, this ain't some novel, I guess. Let's hurry you to some hospital" he said, carrying Kenny on his back.
"You sure are heavy for a poor guy...The garbage must be that full of nutrients, huh?"
They arrived at the garbage truck, where he dropped the waste substances, and drove from the slum.
On their arrival at the hospital, Kenny was rushed inside the emergency ward, with the help of the hospital security.
Minutes after carrying Kenny for treatment, he proceeds to head out of the ward.
"Sir"
"Sir"
He stood right in front of the hospitals exit, "This voice, this tone, soft, sounds like it should that of 26 year old, ass will probably be medium...hmmmm...5'5 height, dark-skinned, hmm...should I turn?"
"Sir!" the kept coming repeatedly
"Oh, and the boobs? Ohh, shit...responding to this won't be worth it" he mumbled to himself as he pushed and exited through the door.
As he sat in his garbage truck outside the hospital, he saw the nurse coming out of the hospital, turning her head desperately.
"Yeah, I was right not responding to her after all" he said to himself and started his engine.
"That brush that made Monalisa the masterpiece she is, wasn't motivated by Davinci's artistry skills but rather, mona's boobs, why will you call me while having double A cup boobs?... The disrespect" he said to himself, with tears slowly drooling down his chin as he drove off.
In the forest, it had been a week since the slum's massacre. In tattered long sleeve dress, that looked like it belonged to her mum, deadly eyes with a cold heart that could panic the north pole into a dessert, Miga kept wandering, and in the middle of the forest, she could hear the soothing flow of a river miles ahead of her. She noticed someone taking a bath in the river, since the peaceful sounds of the river were been distorted by splashes.
"A boy? 4 years older than me....and I'm tired of eating these wild snakes, rats and grasscutters...uh.. okay" she thought, as she approached the river bank.
She gushed out of the bush looking weak, like she was on the brink of death, and slowly collapsed at the bank of the river.
"Hmm...Seems this one might be an interesting new toy after all", Miga thought to herself, with a smile of satisfaction painted across her face, while acting unconscious.