Seven 6

Welcome to the sixth episode of SEVEN.
*bypassing all formalities and going straight to the point*

For First Timers and Folks that have forgotten the story, the links below are for you.

Prologue

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Oh shit… Oh… Oh shit… No… You can’t kill me like this Ayomide pleads as Death advances on his position. He kneels down and raises his hand in submission.

Okay.. I have agreed. You can kill me… But on one condition.

Death lets out a sly laugh.
You’re giving me… he beats his chest …Death…a condition?

No…no..no.. Its not like that… See it as a… He pauses to think.
Favour!… Yes, see it as a favour.

Nope. Death replies briefly. He is standing right in front of the kneeling man.

Please.. If you’re going to kill me, at least tell me why.

The hooded man halts and ponders for a while.
Okay. Ayomide’s face light up in delight.

Ayomide heaves a sigh of relief as his request is granted, he looks up to see his adversary and staggers backwards when he sees the face of Death. That’s if it could be called a face.
The hood gave it a defined shape as the shape you would call its head was formless. No eyes, no nose, no mouth, no physical features, it just was the replica of a big bag of dark smoke.
Ayomide recalls the darkest smoke he had ever seen, that of burnt bamboo but this took the word dark to another height, and the slowly descent of the moon helped no matters as he could see much less than he saw before. How was I supposed to kill this?, he reasons.

Okay, Death starts …too many times have we seen revivals happen right under our noses; the Moses revival, Paul’s revival, even His son’s revival. He points at the heavens. …all the…

Ayomide clears his throat softly disrupting the speech of his nemesis. Death shoots him a look of contempt, he sees no eyes but his heart burns with fear.

Sorry o! All this people you mentioned, Paul, Mo…who?

Moses. Death corrects

Yes, Moses.. Who are they? How do they concern me?

Death looks on confused. He directs his gaze to the book in Ayomide’s right hand and asks, what do you do with that book?

Ehmm… I just started reading it. Are all these people in the bible world?

Bible world? How dumb can you get?
Everybody, I mean everybody in that book lived, including me.

You’re in the book too? Ayomide asks puzzled.

Of course. I’ve lived through time. Only Him.. He points at the sky, ..His son and the angels have lived longer than I have.

That means you were before the Devil? Ayomide says

No, he is a fallen angel. Got kicked out by Michael before they created me.

All these names you call, Michael, Paul and Mo… Nevermind… How are they my business?

As a mat….

Wait! Ayomide interrupts him.
What’s the name of God’s son?

The smoke disorients a little at the mention of what Ayomide says and he pretends not to notice.

I can’t say it.

Wait… I’ll remember… Read it sometime yesterday. I think it was…

Don’t say it! Death commands

Jesus.. That was it! Jesus!

At that, Death stumbles back, the smock scatters haphazardly and Ayomide looks on confused. Soon enough, he regains his composure.

I warned you not to say….

Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Ayomide screams. That’s your weakness shey? Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! He dances around the obviously shaked Death and keeps chanting the only one name that seemed to have given him a chance at surviving.

After a while, he removes a pen knife from his cloth, transfers the bible to his left hand and the weapon to his right. I musn’t miss this. This might be my only chance.
He steps forward and stabs Death in its heart and the wounded creature falls back clutching its chest. A red flame burns in the wound and black liquid oozed out of it. After staggering for a while, it spins and falls to the ground. It burns off completely until a little patch of black powder remains on the ground.

Ayomide makes sure he’s gone and let’s out a shout. He skips in joy and dances like the mad man the children used to watch dance in the village square.

I have killed Death! He screames and celebrates. After a while, he feels dizzy all of a sudden. He holds his head with his hands to prevent it from ‘falling’ and ends up falling in a heap.

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Ayomide coughs because of the smoke in his nose. He strains himself to open his eyes and feels a migraine in his head. His hands and feet couldn’t move, I’m paralysed! He concludes.
Above him, he sees a symbol; a triangle inside a triangle embedded in a circle. There was some markings and drawing of animals in the symbol; snakes and scorpions, the ones he could see clearly.

Oh, you’re up.. Good.

The voice sounds familiar and he gasps in fear when he sees Death looking down on his body.

What the? How come? You were dead!

Death laughs and shakes his head. So you believed you killed Death? Even God will not kill me.

But..bu..but I saw you die.

No.. You couldn’t have, you were sleeping.

Its not possible.. Ayomide argues, he tries to move his hands and sees that they are fastened to a tree with barbed wires. His legs too. And he was hanging from the tree.

Wait o! …How…when..how did I get up here?

Don’t rush me.. Death replies, one question after the other.

But..but.. It felt real.

Yeah, it had to. I needed you engrossed in it so I could finish this. He points at the image. Ayomide could see it clearly now. It had shapes of bulls, snakes, scorpions, and a line of people, slaves as he saw it tied to each other.

When did I sleep? There was no break.

Hmm… Remember when I pointed at you.

Ayomide has a flash back and recalls what hot it happened.

As for how you got up there, remember your friend?

Who? …Babatunde?

Yes. ..you got up there the same way he did.

Ayomide tugs at the wires but the more he pulled, the more it dug into his flesh and he cries out in agony.

I won’t do that If I were you.
Death says

He could see clearly now. He sees Death’s face and also sees the bible in one corner.
That’s out of reach, he concludes.
He continues his search for an escape route with his eyes but gets distracted when a dart of smoke shoots up from the centre of the image. The smoke has the shape of a dog, or is it a wolf, he quickly analyzes.. It has fangs and its eyes were red as blood but as it stretches to get at him growling in the process, the smoke retreats.

Yeh!!!
What was that?! That thing had teeth! Sharp big teeth!

Death laughs. Aloud.

Of course it does. That’s a hell hound. They are waiting for you down there.

At that, he walks to the center of the triangle, spreads his legs and looks upward at the bound man.
This might hurt a bit. He says grinning.

He starts chainting incantations. Smoke emit from the image as he does and Ayomide suddenly feels a sharp pain.

Argh, he grunts. What are you doing to me?

Reaping you of course!

But why is mine like this. Tinuke and seun didn’t go through all of this. They just died once.

Death giggles. I don’t get to do this a lot but I’ve enjoyed it every single time.

What?

I’m guessing none of the reapers mentioned it. Do you think its easy to reap an Angel?

Angel? His voice is overshadowed by his cries as the pain becomes immense.

To be continued.


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Seven 1

Seven - Episode 1

Seven – Episode 1

SORRY!

I’m really sorry for not posting this episode when i promised (23/11/12). Work, school and poor internet connection are the main culprits and I’m remorseful.

Ive taken time to read and re-read this episode though and I hope you enjoy it.

If you’ve not seen the prologue, you should read it here –> https://damstylee.wordpress.com/2012/11/15/seven/

Do Enjoy the first episode of SEVEN!

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Yes! Grandpa. She replies enthusiastically .

Okay then. We better get started before its time to do your chores.
He then carried her and placed her on his right knee, kissed her on her forehead and they sought to finish the story his life was centred on, the story he would soon finish.

Peeping from the door was a couple, the lady wrapped in the embrace of her hubby.

He’s going to finally finish it.

I know. And they share noise less kisses before retiring to their bedroom.

You ready?

Yes!

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He must die!!! The crowd scream in discordia harmony.
Who the hell is he? Our children are not safe with him alive! are some of the rants that flooded the air.

The village guards try to shut them up by wielding their sharpened swords in reckless abandon.
But the crowd couldn’t be shut up. They had had enough. The murderer had to go.

They soon stop screaming in respect for the King when he walked in.

Kabiyesi o! They say in unison as they all prostrate, man and woman on the burning red clay floor heated up by the burning midday sun.

He takes his seat, gestures for them to rise and gives charge to the village town crier to go about his business as the guards go in to get the accused.
Shortly afterwards, a man drenched in his own blood is dragged into the arena; the crowd scream out and hurl stones and sticks at him. Most missed but a precise stone caught him on the forehead causing his head to fly backwards in an awkward manner; this was accompanied by another set of jeers.

“Today, we are here to decide the fate of this man; Ayomide Ifakunbi The town crier announces after their jeers had died down.

He has been accused of murdering the daughter of our elder, Baba Jakande.
Her body was found in the ofa stream and witnesses have come forward to say he; Ayomide was the last person they saw with the deceased before her corpse was discovered that fateful day.
Today, we decide whether he is guilty or not.”

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! The crowd vociferate.

Silence! The king’s right man screames out.
Can’t you see the king is present or are you all blind? Where is your respect?!

The noise reduces but some murmurings could still be heard in the crowd. Somewhere beside the throne, the accused raises his head to look at his accusers, his face but a shadow of its former self and eyes trying to find solace in the fearsome mob-like crowd. He soon finds her but her tear laden eyes make him look away almost immediately as he couldn’t stomach the shame he felt.
In the midst of all the hullabaloo, a dreary fellow moves through the crowd, his face covered by the black hood with his finger and toe nails also painted black rendering his appearance more grotesque.
He continues his advance through the crowd, his attention not at all moved by the uproar around it is focused on Ayomide. He later stops at the side of Ayomide who is startled at the strange man’s appearance.

“Who are you and how did you pass through the guards?” He waits for a reply but the strange man’s gaze is fixed on the crowd now, his palms rubbing each other in a sinister manner complementing the black hood and overalls.

“Hey there! I’m talking to you!” His voice attracts the attention of the guards and the royal cortege.
They stare in amazement as they watch the accused speak to thin air.
“I think he has run mad.
He’s faking it. He must die!
What if he’s not?”

“Silence!” The king bass voice booms, causing the whole arena to be rendered still and quiet, the only noise coming from a crying baby somewhere in the crowd.

“Ayomide!”

“My Lord!” The accused replies dropping to his knees.

“Who are you talking to?”

“This scary man, Sir…” And he points to the strange man.

“Who?!” The king askes again confused as to what the accused is talking about since he just pointed to thin air, he looks at the chiefs and royal cortege but they are as puzzled as he is. The crowd start to murmur now, as an argument ensues causing two distinct divisions.

“He must be mad! The gods have caught up with him!” One division says.

“He is pretending jor! Can’t you see he’s smiling? That’s how those criminals act.” The other division decipher.

At the other end of the crowd, Ayomide continues to question the stranger, while trying desperately to hide the fear that was welling up in him. If these people could not see this man whose silence is spooky as well as bewitching, he must be going crazy.

“Are you going to answer me or what?”

“Why do you want an answer?”

As much as he wanted to hear the man talk, he couldn’t hide his fear as the man turned to look at him, his eyes reminiscent of dark bottomless pits. His mind began to play out the pictures he had as a kid when his Grandma taught his sister and him from the bible.
Still frightened as hell, he turned to run but he was wrestled to the floor by the guards few feet away. His pleas for them to see reason futile as the crowd jeered the guards on.

“Please!
I don’t want to sit near this man.”
He wails pointing the ring finger of his right hand at the image of the man that was oblivious to all eyes but his.

“He is mad! He has gone crazy! The gods have heard our cries! They have punished him!” They rejoiced in loud voices, some already engaging in celebratory dances.

Some minutes later, after the noise had died down, he is chained to a pole and sat where he was before.

“Why did you try to run?” He heard the strange man ask.
“Do you think you can outrun me?”

“Who are you?” Ayomide replied, trying his best not to gape at the succubus beside him.

“You still don’t know?”

He then turns to stare at the baffled mob, “You would think he would remember after all He did for him”

Huh?

At that instance, he raises his hand, his fingers intertwined in a gun like fashion and directed at one of the guards securing the mob.

At the supposed “pull of the trigger”, the guard drops dead, making that section of the crowd run helter skelter and Ayomide leaping away in fear.

“Do you know now?” He asked finally, his expressionless face giving nothing away.

You! Ayomide responds

To be continued

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SEVEN

SEVEN

I promised a series months ago but work and school deterred my progress aS regards the story but its ready now.

This is just a prologue though and I solicit that you share your views and comments at the end of the post.

Enjoy!

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Eyelids opening slowly to the rays of sunlight hitting them, he struggled to help himself up while using his hand to shield his eyes from the slightly eclipsed light which had a certain flickering to it because of the gentle wavering of the branches of the trees and the leaves on them. Quickly, he surveyed the surroundings, a quizzed look in his eyes denying the belief that he knew where he was.

“Where the hell am I? He asked rhetorically while dusting the bottom of his pants.

“Good question I would say, very good question. A voice replied, echoing in the woods and sending birds and other flying insects scampering into the air, their streamlined bodies creating awkward shadows in the sand.

Startled, he swerved around looking to find out whose voice he just heard; it sounded familiar but he had no clue as to where he had heard it before. He soon noted he was standing in what seemed like the centre of the woods, the nearest trees were about seven miles away and they seemed in a form of radial distance like an explosion had happened right where he was standing.

“Who are you and why am I here?

“Hmm… To your first question, you know the answer, you just seem to have forgotten and I’m surprised you haveTo the latter, you would soon find out. I’m quite surprised you haven’t noticed some things about yourself.

Noticed??? About??? And then he saw it, his wrinkles, his beard, even the limp in his left leg, they were all gone… he was young again!

“Is this a dream?

“Well James, you would have to figure that out yourself.

“Seriously?! He snarled. “Stop playing games with me, where are my… Wait! How did you know my name?

The unseen speaker burst into laughter, his laughter as menacing as his voice, and it all created a creepy feel to the forest.

“I know more about you than you would ever know, naive bastard!

“Just so you know, seven days from now and i’ll be coming over to take you to where you rightly belong.”

And no sooner had his statement ended that the branches of the trees moved in unison and grabbed him feet and arms, piercing their thorny stems into his flesh causing him to groan in agony. After dangling him for what seemed like eternity, they hurled him into an enormous pit, one that was right beside him the whole time; he was shocked he hadnt noticed it but it didnt last for long as the branches let go of him and he was left to fall into the hole with his back first and he watched as the light from the mouth of the pit slowly faded till it was a speck, the words of the mystery man still echoing through the

walls of the hole and not long after, he gave into the darkness until he was jerked out of his slumber with a thud.

He opened his eyes and was back in his bedroom, the wrinkles and beards were back; he sat up and pondered on the dream he just had. Saying a short prayer, he stood up, put on his flashlight and directed it at the table calendar and then it dawned on him.

“The sixteenth!”

“Seven days!”

“I’ve not even told the story! And i promised to.”

He started pacing up and down the room, he had no time, infact his time was up. He needed a listener and fast too.

“What about Sade?” He asked himself

“Or Jeff?…  Sandy?….  Joke?…” and then he heard him, the voice that had directed him for years on end “…Nifemi…”

But she’s too young, he replied and waited for a reply which he didnt get and  he consented, she’s but a child anyways., she wouldnt understand. Shrugging his shoulders indifferently, he headed to the room of his grand daughter, the limp in his left leg was back now and it gave him a crooked look as he struggled to drag his heavy frame along the floor.

When he got to her room, he bent over her, kissed her on the forehead and waited for her to wake up..

“Nifemi?”

“Yea, Granpa.” She replied still sleepy.

“Wanna hear a story?”

 

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First episode to be published on Friday, 23-11-12

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