New Creation.

NEW CREATION.

THRILLER STORY.

New Creation.

EPISODE 11.


Screw walked into the lounge through another entrance looking disgruntled, a slim lady putting on a skimpy gown followed behind him holding with her a nurse kits bag.

“Wetin una talk say happen” Screw asked as Kemi began treating Small’s gunshot wound. Nobody replied his question because at that moment they felt Screw was just using them as pawns in the game of chess, they were all fascinated at how swiftly the Arch Angel’s number one man came crashing on the scene just to save three of his men but whilst many of their own men were dying, their own leader was having sex.

“Una no hear me nii” Screw screamed as he was infuriated for not getting a reply.

“We were counter attacked” Oj replied nonchalantly.

“How man of our men are down”

“I didn’t count, I couldn’t count but they are plenty, very plenty” Oj still using the nonchalant tone.

“If they know that most of our men are down then they will attack this place any moment from now” Screw announced softly and everyone in the room including Kemi stopped and fixed their eyes on Screw.

“What do we do then because as it is we don’t have enough manpower to face them” Coded asked from behind.

“Leave this place, all of you. Go to our hidden base and stay there till you hear from me. Take every member along” Screw ordered.

They all left immediately while Screw stayed back and planned how he could go about it. After thinking for some minutes, he picked up his phone and dialled a number.

“Screw” a deep voice came through.

“An enemy of my enemy is my friend they say” Screw spoke out softly.

“That’s only if they want to achieve the same goal” the deep voice replied.

“I need your help” Screw………

It’s now or never” Host started addressing his boys “Now is the time we should bring them down completely before they run away like they always do, let’s take over the solo leadership of this campus once and for all” He said and the whole compound went wild with cheers. They were all ready to take out every last member of the White Tigers, three 18 passenger buses were filled with armed Arch Angels with Host, Gentle and Slimmy leading them in the Mercedes Benz sprinter Van , they rode to the White Tigers residence.

Few minutes after, they were already in the Tiger’s residence, they all dropped from the buses and proceeded on foot with Host leading them. They kept on walking deeper and met no obstruction, there was no sight of anyone in the whole house, Host ordered them to stop, thinking it was a trap. He then ordered Gentle, Slimmy and Nazaretha to follow him inside while the rest stayed outside. They got inside without having to break any door because the door was left opened, they ransacked the whole building but found nothing.
“Cowards, they have took to their heels again” Host spoke out smiling, they were about to leave when Gentle saw a piece of paper lying on the floor.
“Host” Gentle called out.

“Yeah”

“I think this is for you” He said pointing towards the paper, Host came closer to get a better view of the paper which has his name written on it. He bent down and picked it up, turned the paper to the other side and began to read it’s content.

“Host, let us end it between ourselves, we don’t need to involve our boys. This is strictly between You, I, Slimmy and Gentle. Meet me where it all started” he paused after reading to see if he knew what Screw meant by where it all started. “What does this fool mean by where it all started” Host asked.

“I guess he is referring to where we dropped his cousin” Slimmy replied.

“Ohh this guy is a fool, so he wants to die where his cousin died” Host laughing hysterically while Gentle, Slimmy and Nazaretha just kept a straight face. “Tell the boys to leave with the buses, we meet with the coward right now”

“Eeeermm Host, I don’t think we should do that” Slimmy stammered as he grabbed host on the shoulder, but then Host hit his hand away violently and stared at him with a kind of vicious eye

“Did I ask for your opinion? I just gave a simple order and if you think you are bigger than me in this fraternity then you can object my orders” Host replied angrily raising his voice.

Slimmy walked out immediately and ordered the rest to go back to the mansion, he knew there was no talking Host out of his stupid actions. After the three buses left, Host, Slimmy and Gentle entered into the Mercedes and rode to where Screw told them to come to. Host decided to drive this time around as he couldn’t wait to kill off Screw once and for all, not killing Screw the day he killed Screw’s cousin has always been his greatest mistake and regret, he couldn’t wait to fix his mistakes. In few seconds, they got to the spot, they dropped from the car and walked carefully into the uncompleted building. It didn’t take long before they spotted Screw sitting in the middle of the uncompleted building. Host wasted no time in bringing out his revolver and pointing it to Screw’s head.

Host of the arch angels, we meet again” Screw said as he turned around slowly “Do you still rap”

“Nah, I lost my vibes and rhymes the day I made the mistake of not killing you” Host replied.

“And I guess you are here to fix that mistake yeah”

“Yeah, I am”

Host cocked his gun and hardened his grip on the trigger, he was about to take the shot when a gunshot to his arm took away the gun from his grasp. Slimmy and Gentle brought out their guns and started searching around to see where the gunshot came from. Screw started laughing as he moved closer to Host who was now lying on the ground.
“That could have been a shot to your head but the person wanted you to see his face before he finishes you off” Screw said to Host.
Gentle and Slimmy were still searching round to see who took the shot when they started hearing footsteps all around, within split seconds, they were surrounded by armed and fierce looking men.
“Drop your weapons” the deep voice that was speaking with Screw on the phone the other time announced from behind the guys surrounding them.

“There’s no way we are doing that, if we gon die, we gon die fighting” Slimmy replied.

“You won’t have to die fighting because am not here for you” the voice said as he walked closer to where Slimmy and Gentle were. “Am here for Host”
“Terror” Slimmy and Gentle Shouted when they saw his face.

“My rugged brothers, how una dey” Terror spoke out softly and then went closer to where Host was lying in pain. “Hello Host”
“Another great mistake of mine” Host replied as he groaned in pain.

“You can say that again” Terror replied.

“I should have done better than taking one of your hands”

“You took my hand but you didn’t take my brain and now that I have taken your hand also, I won’t do the mistake of not blowing off your brain” Terror said and aimed the gun at Host who was still on the floor.

Sister, ” Halimat called Rofiat who was seated on the bed absent-mindedly. “Sister,” she called again, touching Rofiat by the shoulder and jerking her off to reality.

“Yes,” Rofiat turned to answer.

“What’s the matter? Since you returned, you’ve been looking so disturbed.” Halimat said.

“Nothing dear,” Rofiat turned back. Hadijat was now standing in front of her, in support of Halimat’s question.

“But you’ve not been contributing to anything we’ve been saying since,” Hadijat joined in the conversation.

“Nothing,” Rofiat tried to fake a smile.

“That’s a lie, it’s all over your face that something is wrong” Hadijat insisted. “Did something happen where you guys went to?”

“Nothing happened,” she answered sharply. “We didn’t even get to meet those we went for.”

“Then what’s the matter?” Halimat sat beside her and placed her hands around her shoulder. “By the way, I didn’t see Host, Gentle or Slimmy return with you people. Did anything happen to them?”

“Nothing, they went to sort out a private issue.”

“Then why are you looking so disturbed?”

Rofiat sighed and stood up, she knew they were not going to stop disturbing her until she gives an answer.

“I just have this feeling that something is about to change,” Rofiat finally opened up. “You know since I came, I’ve dashed my legs twice against chairs unnecessarily. That’s a bad omen.”

“Come on, is that it?” Halimat widened her eyes in unbelief at her sister’s words. “How come your believe such?”

Hadijat chuckled at the back and turned to switch on the television set.

“I don’t know but I just feel that something bad is about to happen.” Rofiat insisted.

“Haha,” Halimat laughed, shaking her head mockingly at her sister. “I know what is happening. You’re missing Mum so much that you’re beginning to talk like her.”

Rofiat hissed unfunnily and sat back on the bed. Halimat got up and walked towards Hadijat, they began to speak to themselves in low tones and laugh loudly. Rofiat ignored their rants and laid in the bed, covering her ear with the pillow.

Coded,” OJ called, entering into the dark room where Coded was seated silently.

“OJ,” Coded called back and switched on his torchlight.

“Have you heard anything from Baba?”

“Nothing yet,” Coded answered.

“I just feel there’s something wrong with all these,” OJ said.

“Why?”

“Terror and all, I don’t just feel good about it.”

“Terror is an enemy of Host and he’s surely going to use the opportunity to take out Host. Thank God Host has foolishly taken up the challenge to go and meet Baba.”
But do you know that Terror was once Host assistant?”

“Yes, of course. I know all that story. And I also know of how Host angrily shot Terror and his friend in one of their meetings and left them to die. Terror’s friend died that day and that’s why Terror has been looking for a way to have his revenge on Host.”

“But Terror did not die that day,” OJ said in a stern voice. “Don’t you know how he survived it?”

Coded paused for a moment to ponder on OJ’s words. He got up and began to pace around.

“Gentle and Slimmy saved Terror from death and the same Gentle and Slimmy have gone with Host to meet Baba, do you think that Terror would want to harm Gentle and Slimmy?”

“Shi*t! That’s true, I didn’t think of that before.” Coded exclaimed after pondering for a few seconds. “Why didn’t I think there was something fishy when we saw Host drive his car to Baba without delay.”

“We need to show up there,” OJ said. “Baba would need our support if things go wrong”

“Yeah, get your metal”

Terror, No.” Slimmy voiced out in fear.

“Slimmy, Yes.” Terror said in a mocking tone, taking a quick glance at Slimmy.

Sounds of gun cocking could be heard from different directions as Slimmy took a step towards Terror. Slimmy halted and warned himself against taking any further step as it was obvious that his brain would be blown out even before he got halfway. He took a glance at Gentle who was also looking helpless, the look on Gentle’s face was one pleading for Slimmy not to waste his life. Slimmy lowered his head and heaved a sigh of grief. His eyes met Host’s.

Host now had a remorseful look on his face, he now realized that he should have listened to Slimmy’s caution not to agree to Screw’s place of meeting. Now, he has put the three of them in danger of death. There was no escaping here, they were outnumbered and even the rest of the Arch Angels knew nothing about their whereabouts.

A tear dropped from his eyes as he remembered his love once again, Adesuwa. The day that she died was the day he lost his brain and sense of reasoning, all he wanted to do was to spill the blood of her killers. That controlled his movement, actions and even words. How he wished he had listened to Slimmy.

More tears rolled down his face as his eyes met with the gun pointed to his head. He remembered his mother’s words years ago when he was given admission into the university. How she warned him against keeping bad company, against joining bad gangs because of lust for power, money, fame or even girls. She advised him to focus on his studies and come out as one of the best, ready for the future, ready to shake his world and cause a positive change in his nation. But here he was, the only child of his parents, his father’s only hope of continuing his lineage, about to receive a metal that would throw his parents into eternal grief and sorrow. He couldn’t imagine how they would take the news, especially when they heard how he died, he was sure that his mother would die at the point of receiving the news except of course if the breaker of the news hid the details of his death.

He closed his eyes as he saw Terror tightening his grip on the trigger. His mother’s words now began to make sense to him, “those who live by the sword would die by the sword”.

Screw chuckled loudly on seeing Host tremble, he was enjoying the moment and having great fun. ” So the invincible Host of Angels could be this scared?” he mocked loudly and laughed hysterically. In few seconds, he was going to finally see the death of his arch enemy, it was a moment he had been waiting for all his life. His joy knew no bounds as he saw the determined look on Terror’s face.

The bullet was released and it pierced into Host’s forehead, in the middle, the same place where the bullet had entered into Adesuwa’s brain. Host was gone. Forever.

TO BE CONTINUED。


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