Before the Darkness chapter 8

Chapter 8

It was six days since he woke up in a strange house in Esu’s bed
and a lot had happened since then. Now that he knew who and
what his opponent was he was more interested in listening to
Orunmila. He had listened to everything he said and it had helped
him. He discovered that he had incredible power and according to
Orunmila, he was yet to discover the half of it. He felt ready to
attack Sarkin Aljan again but Orunmila would have none of it.
Anne was still being held by Sarkin Aljan, it was only a matter of
time before he went without Orunmila’s consent.
“Put on the TV!”
Damola turned around to see Esu walk in. He did not like the man
one bit but Orunmila had insisted he stayed in his house – he
did not have a choice really. Despite his dislike for him, he was
intrigued with the way he could disappear into thin air at will.
He was intrigued and envious.
“Put on the TV!” Esu said again.
Damola picked the TV remote and pushed the power button.
“You see that? The darkness is back; this time in a big city!”
The darkness had apparently not reached its peak. He could see
the faces of the people who stood behind the reporter. The
anxiety and confusion on their faces stared at him through the
“…The darkness has spread around the city as you can see behind
me. It is not yet clear what this means for us as residents in
Asaba, Delta state. All roads leading into and out of the state
capital has been sealed as we await further instructions from the
governor who is currently in Abuja. We have no comment from the
president yet but Nigerians will be waiting for word from Aso
Rock. According to the last National address by the President, the
government have everything under control. We wait to see if that
is true.” The reporter said.
“Can they be saved?” He asked Esu turning away from the screen.
“Is there anything that can be done for them?”
“I don’t know. We have to wait and hope Orunmila shows up.”
“So now you are ready to help?” a voice came from behind them.
They turned round, Orunmila stood there with his arms folded.
“Can they be helped?” Damola asked. He was no longer surprised
at the way the old man came and went whenever he wished.
“Yes, they can be helped. The real question, can you help them?”
Orunmila said.
He did not quite understand the man yet. Sometimes he was
telling them the fate of the world rested on their shoulders and
now he doubted if they could save one city?
“Tell us what we must do!” Esu said. “I might be losing my
career in film anyway, I might as well find another.”
“You are not ready to face Sarkin Aljan…” Orunmila started.
“We will never be ready! Whatever do we have to do, let’s do it
now!” Esu said.
“If you insist but I have to warn you; this will not be easy.”
Orunmila said and he was gone.
He remained in his office and continued pacing. He had to think.
He had done a lot of thinking; six days’ worth of thinking. He
had done little else than think of what he would do when this
moment came. The call from the masked terrorist did not help
him at all. He had told only Adigwe and had put him to work on
the research on the Black Death disease. Now, he wished Aweda
was still alive. He was crazy half of the time but he could have
the solution.
He had been in his office when he saw the news that the
darkness had reappeared. He had shut his door immediately. He
did not answer any of his calls either. He had stood in the front
of his citizens and lied to them. He would have to lie again, he
needed the people to be calm, not panicky and calling for his
head. For the first time he considered hiring a PR consultant.
After six days of hoping the masked terrorist was only making an
empty threat, his worst dream had finally come to pass.
His phone rang again; it was Adigwe this time. He answered it.
“Sir, have you…”
“Yes, I saw the news. Any luck with the research?” He said,
hoping against his better judgment.
“Sir, our best bet right now is to catch this terrorist. If this
darkness or whatever it is is affecting only Asaba, I am assuming
he will be in Asaba right now.”
“Err…but don’t you think he would be killed too if he stays in
the city he has inffected. He could be in one of the surrounding
cities or villages.”
“True sir. We could seal up the villages around Asaba too.”
He shook his head. He knew Adigwe was only trying to help but
he could not help but think he was wrong. The terrorist they
were dealing with was not a usual person, he needed to be dealt
with in an unusual way. Sealing up the area would alert the
terrorist but at least the people would see he was doing
something. He knew nothing else he could do.
“Call Gen. Kosoko tell him to set a perimeter.”
“Alright sir. I will give you an update in one hour!”
“Thank you.” Lange said and remembered Aweda again. “Wait! Do
we have anything on Aweda’s death yet?”
“No sir. We have people working on it though. The terrorist
attack is priority, right?” Adigwe sounded surprised he was
asking after Aweda.
“Of course…of course, thank you.” He understood why Adigwe
was surprised but he had a feeling that whoever killed Aweda had
something to do with the masked terrorist.
There had to be something he could do, there is no way a
terrorist will run the country aground.
The office phone rang and he jumped. He had ignored all calls to
his office lines since he heard the news about the darkness
spreading across Asaba but something urged him to pick this one.
“Hello?” He said and held his breath.
“Mr. President, my name is Segun. I don’t know if you know who
I am but I am the son of the woman you are sleeping with.”
“Wh…wh…what?” He could not believe his ears. “Who did you say
you are?”
“You call her Bola and I know about you two.”
“I did not know… are you trying to say you are my son?”
“What? No! This is much worse. My mother is in Asaba!”
“Jesus Christ?!” The words hissed out of his mouth.
“Jesus Christ is not going to save her, you will! You said on TV
that you have it all under control, right?”
“Well… Segun, are you sure she is in Asaba?”
“What kind of question is that? I am here with her, how do you
think I got your number? I am not going to die here, neither will
my mom!”
“What do you want me to do, I don’t…” This was getting worse.
Bola could not die, he needed her.
“You don’t seem to get me, if by tomorrow I don’t see any move
to save my life and my mother’s, I will call your wife; my
mother has her number too. When I’m done with her, I will call
the press.”
“Are you threatening me?” Suddenly anger roused up in him. He
was been threatened by a boy? He was the president of the whole
“Tomorrow by eight pm, I will be calling my press. Then you will
know for sure that this is real.” He said and ended the call.
Lange slammed the phone against the table and screamed! He was
not going to lose his presidency to a selfish and angry boy. He’d
rather break every law in the constitution than do that. He
brought out his phone and punched in some numbers, he had
people, they would take care of the boy. He had bigger problems.
Sarkin Aljan paced around the makeshift tent. He liked the
position he was in at the moment but somehow he was still
nervous. He should not have called the president. It was not as if
Lange could do anything to stop him, but still he knew gloating
should be left till after the victory is won. Destroying Asaba was
going to be a big breakthrough for him. Everyone who ignored
him as just another terrorist would understand they had ignored
him to their peril. One by one they would surrender and even
though they would not be spared, it would make the job of
killing them easier.
It upset him that he had to wait till the darkness was fully set
in the city but he had to. The portal he used for Asaba was
different from what he had used for the two previous villages.
This time it would take three days for the darkness to be fully
deployed but it would take only three days for everyone in the
city to die. When the world saw how fast the people were dying,
they would fall at his feet. And very fast.
“Boss, are we just going to sit and wait till this stuff is done?”
One of the men he had recruited to help him asked.
He looked at the man and ignored him. They had no idea what
stood in front of them; the power it wielded. It would make him
the ruler of the world. As soon as he got Ibilis off his back. It
was a great thing Ibilis could not enter into man’s realm. All he
had to do was conquer the earth and remain in it.
“Boss?!” A voice called from outside the tent and Nonso entered.
He looked agitated.
“What is it?” Sarkin Aljan asked.
“They have cut off access to and from the city.”
“That is really sad. It means nobody in the city can be rescued
then.” He said with a sneer.
“But it also means we can’t get out! It’s only a matter of time
before they find us.”
“We are not in Asaba, remember? They cannot and will not find
us in this small village.”
“That’s the problem sir! The search has been extended, this
village is in the set perimeter.”
He looked at the portal set on the concrete slab in the centre of
the tent. A slight distortion of the portal will stop the darkness
and he could not have that happen. But he could not be caught
either. He doubted they could be found in the three days it took
for the darkness to fully mature. Agreeing to Ibilis’ deal meant
he relinquished his immortality and although he could not be
killed by their metal bullets, he still would not take the risk of
waiting for them. He should have brought Manzo, he would be
the perfect protector for the portal.
“Nonso, you wait here with two of your men. I will go with
“Okay boss!”
“Nonso, remember if anything disturbs this…” He said pointing to
the portal. “Your family dies!”
“Nothing will disturb it.” He loved to see the fear in the eyes of
his men, he owned them.
He took a last look at the portal; it was the ticket to his world
domination. As long as it was not disturbed.
Captain Adam Ademola did not understand why he had been called
off his holiday. He had heard about the terrorist and but he had
tried to take his mind off it. He was on holidays, a very rare one
and he planned to ignore anything official. But when his boss
said he had to cut short his holiday to come oversee the search
and possible arrest of the masked terrorist he had gladly obliged.
His wife fussed and complained but even she knew he gave
affairs of the state priority.
He deployed his men to every single road that led out of Delta
state. His men could not enter into Asaba but they sealed off all
entrances and exits, if the terrorist was in Asaba, there was no
way he was getting out. But his gut told him Asaba was not the
place to watch. He had deployed the highest number of men to
Asaba but he himself stayed with the men deployed to Aganga. It
was a small village close to Asaba and rarely paid any attention.
It was the perfect hiding spot for a terrorist. His men were only
just arriving at their respective stations but some were already
heading into the village to question the villagers. It was a small
village, they would know if a strange person entered into Aganga.
His radio crackled on his belt and he removed it.
“Captain, a car just sped past us! We flagged it down but it did
not stop. We shot at it but it was moving too fast.” The voice
came over the radio. It was one of the soldiers that were headed
for the Aganga.
“What kind of car is it?”
“It is a black Range Rover sport. It’s fully tinted, we did not see
the occupants.”
“Okay Corporal. How far out is the car?” Ademola asked.
“Not very far Captain! E.T.A. ten minutes!”
“You go on to Aganga, we will wait for it. I will call for back up
from the next village if we need it.”
“Okay sir!”
It could be the masked terrorist. He expected him to travel with
more people than one single Ranger rover could carry. You
threaten a whole nation on television and you do not travel with
an army? The terrorist was either a lot stronger than they
thought, or he was incredibly stupid. He would not risk the life
of his men finding out.
He had five men left with him. He had to position them well in
case there was going to be combat.
“Gather round soldiers.” He called out to his soldiers. “In less
than ten minutes a car will be arriving here, it’s a possible
threat so we have to be ready. Here is the plan.”
He explained their positioning and functions and sent them off to
their positions. He had instructed one of his men to park the
Humvee across the road. There was no way any car was passing
except through the road except it went through the Humvee. He
stood in front of the Humvee, his gun held across his chest. One
of his men stood beside him and they waited.
Fifteen minutes later and no car had appeared. There was no
other way out of the village. The men had either returned,
stopped or reduced their speed. His men were battle savvy, they
held their positions but he could tell they were beginning to
wonder too.
Just then the car came around a bend. It was coming at a very
high speed. Ademola moved to the center of the road and held up
one hand and pointed his gun upward with the other. The car did
not slow down. He leveled his gun at the car, if it got too close
he would command his men to start shooting.
Suddenly the car slowed to a stop. Then one of the back doors
opened and a man stepped out.
“Put up your hands right now, and come here slowly.” He shouted
and the man put up his hand.
He held the gun trained on the man has he approached.
“Don’t shoot, I don’t mean any trouble.” The man called out.
He watched him closely as he got nearer. There was something
about the man that put him off, he could not be trusted. He
held his gun tighter, alert.
“Who are you and where are you going so fast?”
“I’m just trying to escape before the blackness spreading in
Asaba gets to my village sir.” The man said. His head bowed,
Ademola could not see his face.
“Are you alone in that car?” He asked, taking another look at the
Ranger rover.
“Yes sir, I am.”
The man was close now and the soldier beside him moved towards
him. He reached him and patted his pockets, there were no
“Who are you?” Ademola asked and pushed the man’s head up
with his gun.
Immediately he saw the face he knew who he was; the masked
terrorist! He had no mask on but he knew the eyes.
“Hello Captain!” The masked terrorist said and knocked his gun
of his hand before he could shoot.
Immediately his gun fell he reached for another hooked to his
belt and shot the terrorist. The bullet caught him straight in
the chest and he fell backwards. Ademola rushed closer to him
and shot two more bullets into his chest; he was not taking any
He signaled for his men to come out of their positions. He
instructed two of them to pick the body and dump it in the
He turned to the others and said. “I want you to go check out
that car immediately. Be careful, there might be others in
Something was wrong, it was too easy.
Aaaargh! One of the men headed to the car screamed and fell.
Ademola looked at the man and just then another screamed and
fell. He turned around and the masked terrorist was on his feet,
with his mask on. Ademola opened his mouth in shock.
“You really thought you would get rid of me that easy? I feel
insulted.” The terrorist said.
All his men were down. How could he have been so careless? But
he had shot him three times and he was not wearing a vest.
“I can see you are trying to do the math. ‘I shot him three
times, how is he still alive?’” The terrorist said and laughed, and
then his eyes became cold. “If you or your government thinks
you can kill me, you are mistaken.”
He was a soldier, there was no way he was allowing the terrorist
get away so easily. He pointed his gun again at the terrorist and
started to shoot. He shot till his gun was empty. The terrorist
had not moved one step.
“I do not like that!” The terrorist said and moved closer to
Ademola. “There is nothing I want more than to kill you right
now but I will not! I need somebody to talk the president. I
cannot be killed, it would be great if he surrendered now.”
“We will never surrender our country to any terrorist! Not you or
any other person who feels he can toy with us.” Ademola said.
“Oh that is where you are mistaken Captain. You will surrender or
else I will kill everybody one city at a time.”
“We will rather…”
“Just shut up! I do not have time for this chat. Tell your
president; Abuja is next!”
Ademola opened his mouth to speak but felt a sharp pain in his
chest. He tried to scream but he only slobbered. He held his
chest, his feet gave way and he fell to the floor. His eyes were
starting to close. He watched as another man joined the masked
terrorist and they entered the Humvee. He tried to move but all
the muscles in his body were paralyzed.
The Humvee zoomed off and he gave up and passed out.

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