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Written by Chibuzor Iwobi<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cCLICK! CLICK!\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

The gun jammed again. I couldn\u2019t believe my luck, only a few minutes ago it seemed like the odds were in his favour. He repeatedly kept pulling the trigger in hope that it would eventually fire. Suddenly my body became energised by the sudden rush of adrenaline and the need to survive. I slowly stood up and tried to balance all my weight on my only good leg. He still had the gun pointed at my head so I used my left arm to hit his arm thereby disarming him. Next, I thrust my fist into his face and he staggered backwards. With my left leg hurt, the fight was already made to be difficult for me, so the only way I could emerge the victor was to fight dirty. Packing a handful of dirt in my hand, I threw it at his face blinding him.<\/p>\n

\u201cAhhhh! Son of a bitch,\u201d He cried, with his hands covering his face.<\/p>\n

With all that I had, I kicked my right leg against his leading leg and again and again till he hit the ground; surprisingly, I was still on two feet. Immediately, I climbed on top of him punching him thrice and I wrapped my hands around his neck applying as much pressure as my palms could. He was surprisingly strong for a skinny man. Coughing and choking, he stretched his arms towards my neck and missed, then he directed his fingers at my face. They were long sharp nails clawing at my cheeks like an attack dog. This only made me only apply more pressure at his throat. My blood ran down my cheeks and unto his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cSplat! Splat!\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

They quietly landed on his face. The cuts on my face stung like hell but his death was sure to ease the pain. He moved his hands to my wrists trying as much as possible to get free. By the second, his struggle for freedom reduced, his eyes were slowly closing and his grip on my wrists was loosening. Soon after, he wasn\u2019t moving a muscle.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs he dead?\u201d I asked myself.<\/p>\n

It seemed so but I wasn\u2019t certain. To avoid making a costly mistake, I applied more pressure on his neck continuously banging his head against the ground until I was satisfied.<\/p>\n

Breathing faster and heavily, I fell flat beside him like I had just climaxed. I laid there still for a while, trying to catch my breath. He still wasn\u2019t moving and although I felt happy, I couldn\u2019t help but feel guilty for not upholding the law.<\/p>\n

\u201cNobody must know about this,\u201d I whispered to myself.<\/p>\n

I called Ahmed right after.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlfred! Where have you-\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cI need your help. I need you to come here fast, please,\u201d I interrupted him.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you okay? Where are you?\u201d He asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cBack of west end, in the compound of an uncompleted building behind the church at the end of the street,\u201d I replied. \u201cCome alone, Ahmed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ahmed showed up twenty minutes after. I was sitting outside the compound waiting for him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d He asked, curiously. He then noticed the blood dripping form my leg and freaked out. \u201cYour leg! What happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed. \u201cI got him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou got him?\u201d He asked, still confused.<\/p>\n

I clapped my hands and nodded my head with excitement.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I got him,\u201d I replied, smiling graciously.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait, you mean him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYES! YES! YES!\u201d I replied. pointing into the compound. \u201cHis corpse is over there.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me you\u2019re joking,\u201d He replied, sounding shocked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not, Ahmed. I\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWow. Just, wow,\u2019 He replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked, angrily. \u201cYou convinced me this morning, didn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut what?\u201d I asked, my temper suddenly rising.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t think you would actually go through with it,\u201d He replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cBest believe I did.\u201d<\/p>\n

He said nothing, with a surprised look on his face and went into the compound to confirm what I had told him.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlfred!\u201d He called.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it now, Ahmed?\u201d I asked. \u201cI didn\u2019t kill him properly?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s nobody here and I mean that literally,\u201d He replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re joking!\u201d I replied, jumping to my feet. I limped to where Ahmed was.<\/p>\n

\u201cNO! NO! How\u2019s this possible?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at the compressed sand where he had laid, puzzled, \u201cThis is where he was, I swear! He was\u2026. he was dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ahmed said nothing and crouched right beside where Idris had lain, investigating the surroundings.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlfred, come closer,\u201d He said.<\/p>\n

And I did as I was told.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook at this,\u2019 He said.<\/p>\n

\u201cHis Footprints,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n

The footprints were disorganized, moving forward, thereby indicating he was unstable. We followed them and were led to the fence of the compound.<\/p>\n

\u201cCould he have gotten over?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe prints lead here, don\u2019t they?\u201d He replied wittily.<\/p>\n

\u201cGive me a boost,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Ahmed interlaced his fingers and squatted. Still hurting from the bullet wound, I winced as I climbed onto his hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cArgh!\u201d I cried, with a muffled voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe should get that checked out, bro.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen we get him, we will,\u201d I replied, as I pulled myself to the top.<\/p>\n

Taking my precious time, I scanned the area.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you see him?\u201d He asked<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I replied, sounding dissatisfied.<\/p>\n

It was dark so I could barely see a thing.<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck!\u201d I shouted, frustrated. \u201cHe\u2019s gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ahmed sighed. \u201cLet\u2019s get that leg checked out.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe couldn\u2019t have gotten too far. If we stop dillydallying, we can get him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlfred,\u201d He called. \u201cCome down-\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cTo hell with my leg. I\u2019m not leaving till I kill him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStop acting like a child. He\u2019s gone! Nothing you can do about it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou put me up to this and now you\u2019re discouraging me? Who does that? What\u2019s wrong with you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI will not get into a fight with you,\u201d He replied. \u201cSit here and wait all you want as your leg rots away.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ahmed walked away but only got twenty steps ahead before I had to stop him.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you going to leave me alone up here?\u201d I asked, admitting defeat.<\/p>\n

He said nothing, walked back and helped me down. The walk back to the car was awkward with Ahmed eyeing me with wary eyes. I could tell he disapproved of my actions but I didn\u2019t care. We got into his car and he drove me to the hospital.<\/p>\n

\u201cI got his name,\u201d I said. \u201cIdris Kazeem.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll get that done tomorrow, rather, I\u2019ll get that done tomorrow,\u201d He replied.<\/p>\n

I nodded.<\/p>\n

The nurses attended to my bullet wound, the doctor handed me some pain killers and antibacterials and instructed I had a good night\u2019s rest. Ahmed dropped me at home.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll get him, bro,\u201d He said, smiled and drove off.<\/p>\n

It was pretty late when I got home so the whole family was asleep. I went to the girls room and sat there for twenty minutes watching them sleep. They looked so peaceful. I kissed them on their heads and went to mine. Just as I climbed my bed to sleep, Angie whispered,<\/p>\n

\u201cThank God you\u2019re home safely.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe too,\u201d I replied. \u201cMe too.\u201d<\/p>\n

I woke up the next morning fresh and reenergised although my leg still hurt like crazy. The doctor also recommended I stay in bad all day.\u00a0Impossible,<\/i>\u00a0I thought. Angie left a note on the night stand.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour breakfast is in the microwave, baby. I love and miss you, Alfred. I saw your leg and couldn\u2019t stop crying. I can\u2019t get over my fears of you getting hurt when you\u2019re out there. I do not know what I will do without you. Please stay alive for us. Love you bebe.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tears ran down my cheeks.\u00a0If she knew of my car chase, she would skin me,<\/i>\u00a0I thought. Looking at the ceiling, I put my palms together and closed my eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cLord, I thank you for everything you have done for me. I am truly ashamed of myself for not showing enough gratitude and instead I ask for more and more favours. Everyday, I get onto those streets and I come back; but it\u2019s not by my power, not my partner\u2019s but yours, Lord. There isn\u2019t a time I am not scared. And Lord, please forgive me. Yesterday, I claimed the lives of innocents. I beg for your forgiveness. I allowed myself to be blinded and motivated by revenge. Please, please, forgive me, Lord.\u201d<\/p>\n

I wiped off tears from my eyes, made the sign of the cross on my body, kissed my thumb and raised it to the ceiling. It was my sign of good faith. My personal way of communication with God.<\/p>\n

Breakfast was light; bread, fried eggs and tea. After eating, I went to the girls empty room and couldn\u2019t help but cry because I was missing so much of their lives. I hadn\u2019t been as involved as I promised I would be. When I was a kid, I promised myself my kids would have a better father than I had and I was failing miserably. I had thought about quitting a couple of times but never discussed it with my wife. Knowing her well, she wouldn\u2019t sit well with the idea but the desire, urge, willingness and love of the job wasn\u2019t there, not anymore. I suddenly had a heavy heart at the thought of Idris Kazeem and how he almost killed me.<\/p>\n

Back in my bedroom and on my bed, I took my drugs and watched football. There was a whole lot I had missed and just like James, I too was a Chelsea fan. It saddened me to see them struggle but only bad things happen to the best. It was only a matter of time before they picked up again. I fell asleep and was woken up by the overjoyed screams of my daughters.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaddy is home! Daddy is home!\u201d They shouted in unison.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome here my little munchkins,\u201d I called for them, trying to be cute.<\/p>\n

They jumped on the beg and hugged me tight.<\/p>\n

\u201cTake it easy girls,\u201d Angie said. \u201cDaddy isn\u2019t feeling too good.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDaddy\u2019s a policeman, he can handle anything,\u201d Rebecca replied her mother and Ayo, her younger sister, nodded in agreement.<\/p>\n

I burst out laughing. Rebecca was my first born, eight years of age and Ayo was six years old. They both looked nothing like me, inheriting their mother\u2019s ravaging beauty. Both of them were my everything, my world. I watched them with so much admiration and pride. I caught Angie staring at me with the same face.<\/p>\n

\u201cI love you,\u201d She said, just moving her lips and emitting no sound.<\/p>\n

\u201cI love you too,\u201d I replied, in the same manner.<\/p>\n

Suddenly, there was a loud bang that came from the front of the house and it startled me. I immediately reached for my gun but was quick to realise it wasn\u2019t with me. Angie ran to my side and the girls clutched onto me.<\/p>\n

\u201cBe quiet. None of you should make a sound,\u201d I instructed.<\/p>\n

I was scared.\u00a0Is Idris making his move already?<\/i>\u00a0I thought.<\/p>\n

The banging continued and it frightened Angie and the girls more.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlfred! Alfred!\u201d A feminine voice called.<\/p>\n

\u201cAbisola?\u201d I asked, surprised.<\/p>\n

Angie too was surprised. She helped me out of bed and to the front door. Abisola was James\u2019 sister. We talked a lot more often after James\u2019 death but this wasn\u2019t like her at all. Angie opened the front door and we saw an agitated and unsettled Abisola.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, Abisola?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy father\u2019s been kidnapped,\u201d She replied.<\/p>\n

Written by Chibuzor Iwobi <\/strong><\/em>
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