I moved towards the orchard, the chopper’s powerful flashlight zone in a moving figure leaping swiftly from tree to tree.
‘How could that be?’ He did find an escape route out of that building?
I heard my name called by a very familiar voice this time, “what are you doing here, Ryker?”
“what have you done again?” She asked impatiently.
Mom grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward a waiting cab,
Attempting to free my arm, “I did nothing, wrong Mom.”
“It’s just what I have to do.”
She stops suddenly still holding on tight, and with a desperate glare; “like seriously?”
“Wait Ryker, tell me. Must you be involved in every chaos and commotion in town?”
“And why you of all people?”
“If you’re not directly involved already?” She accused.
“Point of correction, Mom. I am not involved in every chaos and commotion in town.”
“I’ll explain. Just let go!” I demanded.
Unwillingly, she released her grip and pushed me toward the car.
“You forgot I can walk?”
“Then do, faster.” She riposted.
As we got to the cab, she waited and gestured for me in.
Already disturbed, and now a dumbass driver steering me to that question cave.
“What happened Ryker?”
‘Oh, I forgot, questions can be asked anywhere.’
“Mallam Kyari is dead.” I broke the news that slowed the car before it picked up again as I glanced at the driver from the rearview mirror who meet my gaze before concentrating on the road again.
Mom turned on her seat to look at me as she exclaimed, “what!”
“How?”
“I mean, how did it happen?”
‘There are more bothersome thoughts on my mind right now.’ Though she wouldn’t know it.
“Ryker!” She called my name again but I wouldn’t answer this time, all interrogation should be adjourned.
I glanced through the left rear door glass, the car’s random motion sensation seems soothing, though the blurry lights interpolating the nighttime with the world moving rapidly past my view were straining my optic nerve, I threw my head on the headrest and rested my wrist on my face.
And in the next, I was been chased with such hostility that I ran so expertly it’s seems like I was contending for a parkour grand prize.
But a sport shouldn’t make me a target for unquestionable shooting nor should it involve lapidation.
I got the city behind me, and now I’m faced with the forest ahead but these unfathomable colossal adversaries weren’t discouraged which meant succumbing to tiredness is highly fatal.
I pick up the cheetah’s soul but nature snatched it sooner than I thought, I became so weak but I wouldn’t give up not until my feet quaked as I carelessly hurdled onto a landslide, and my talocrural joint agitated because I had stumbled against some bulging roots tripped and tilted over; right there I sprawled, I turned, sat up and was pushing with my legs, moving backward fearfully with my palms on the ground beneath me. My movements were hindered by the lignotuber of a large eucalyptus tree, I looked up at the trunk, stem, and branches that towers over my head.
Anxiety gripped me as I brought down my gaze to meet those maniacs who fiendishly stood over me all putting on a balaclava, armed with different weapons, my lungs refuses to take in air, and I felt fear of the imminent consuming me alive.
Two taps became my angel, as they helped me transcend realms in two blinks of an eye, and now I’m back to reality.
I swiped across my forehead, wiping the sweat that somehow managed to dampen my skin rendering the air conditioner ineffective.
I rubbed my eyes and blinked as it registered in my brain; ‘about time to alight’. Mom already stepped out waiting, as she held the car door staring at me,
“Come on, Ryker. We’re home.”
I hustled out of the cab through the left side; prompting my leg to balance on the brash tarred road, I scanned the boulevard as if I was smelling danger, the truth is, I doubted if that was just a dream, ‘am I safe yet?’
Perhaps not. If Jude should finally escape… I dismiss the thought anyway, took off my jacket, and with it, I completely wiped off the sweat on my face and flung the jacket on my shoulder. I looked sharply at the surrounding one more time as I walked around the car to go into the house, with the car’s interior lights on, I pretended not to see the driver held a steady glare on me, his head following my movements but he can look all he wants now, I’m closing that door behind me soonest and that is it.
He can vanish into the thin air for all I care.
Of course, I should care less about these casts for ‘I am the main protagonist in my script’.