The Second Sight – Episode 17

THE SECOND SIGHT EPISODE 17

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ZEKE AND DIDIER

Location: LUSTFUL LIPS

Boat, shocked by the immense strength of Zeke, maintains his momentum and surprise element by swinging the pot round again.

It catches Zeke flush on the jaw, and he goes down, although reluctantly, dragging the table down with him, and Boat wonders, once again, at the kind of superhuman strength the man possesses.

Styles is staring at Boat as if he has seen one of Alfred Hitchcock’s creatures creeping in from the dead.

The fear is a reeking repulsive reptile oozing out of his body. Boat knows then that Styles is truly a coward.

Styles cowers in his chair, face and hands trembling violently as if he is having an epileptic fit, his sensuous lips quivering, water running down his nostrils and eyes.

He is staring at Boat as if he is the Devil himself.

Maybe, at that particular moment, Boat indeed looks like a devil.

STYLES

(imploringly)

Don’t hurt me, please! Mr. Bawa, please don’t hurt me!

Mr. Bawa!

Boat smiles with disgust.

Just a damn coward! Boat has no respect for a man who will not hit back.

His fury is beyond measure as he swings a hard fist against Styles’ jaw, and I heard an unsavoury crack, and knows he has broken Styles’ jaw.

The Stylized Pimp of the Century goes down silently, almost gracefully, taking the chair with him, and as he lies on the expensive floor, totally unconscious, Boat looks down at his inert figure – a$$ up – wrapped around the chair.

Yaw Boat feels no pity; it actually gives him a kind of demented joy.

His martial arts instructor always told him never to leave a downed enemy with any advantages; claiming that a defeated enemy is always most dangerous when he is back on his feet, and twice as strong, goaded by a sense of righting a humiliating defeat.

This advice has saved Boat on more than a few occasions.

Acting on it now, he quickly frisks Styles.

There is no weapon on him.

Boat turns to Zeke, whose great body twitches as Boat runs expert hands down him.

Boat finds a huge pistol in a shoulder holster, a snub-nosed derringer strapped to Zeke’s right calf, and a wicked-looking serrated knife strapped to his left inner arm in a harness.

Boat slips them into his pockets.

Unless he Zeke is some kind of James Bond and has secret weapons in his wrist-watch or belt buckle, he will be pretty restricted to the old hand-to-hand stuff if he miraculously wakes up to confront Boat.

Boat scoops up the girl, hurls her across his right shoulder in a fireman style and heads for the staircase.

Other diners are standing and watching.

People move away from Boat as he approaches.

Suddenly he is blocked by two huge men in security clothing. They are holding ugly batons at the ready, and there are holstered guns at their waists.

The Lustful Lips is not a virgin when it comes to violence, but mostly such violence are begun by new patrons who know next to nothing about the ruthlessness of the security personnel.

Their job is to keep order, and to teach lessons that served as deterrents to would-be trouble rousers.

Luckily for Boat these two knows him, and are indebted to him big time.

It comes with the scene; Boat has always tried to be nice to people around him whom he knows can serve a purpose in the future in one way or the other.

His generous tips to most of the security details at the Lustful Lips are legendary. These two have benefited from him in more ways than just financially, and as they regard him now can see the dilemma in the depths of their eyes.

Boat gives them his most charming smile.

The lady has began to wriggle on his shoulder now, still fighting to come out of the stupor induced by the drugs in her system.

Boat addresses the taller of the mean security men.

BOAT

Sorry, Ben. Mr. Styles drugged this girl’s drink and tried to pass her on to some foreigners. She’s a friend of mine, and I had to help her.

Their looks went beyond Boat and take in the crumpled forms of Zeke and Styles. They look at each other, and for a brief moment Boat sees the grudging respect in their eyes.

BEN

You better get along then, Mr. Boat. We’ll clean up the mess. You better hurry, though, becuase you don’t wanna see that man on his feet.

Boat looks round sharply.

Zeke, incredibly, is stirring, reaching out to grip a chair to haul himself upright.

His eyes are riveted on Boat, and there was a faint smile playing around the edges of his lips. Blood has matted his hairline across his forehead, and has traced about four or five paths down his face.

An image of the Terminator movie lights up in Boat’s mind, that part where the mean man-machine keeps reaching out for the woman, refusing to die, and Boat feels a similar blast of helplessness, of impending doom.

That man Zeke is simply not human.

To make matters worse the lady has started struggling feebly, pounding Boat’s back feebly with clenched fists, making it difficult for Boat to hold her.

He grips her well-shaped thighs and starts to run.

He takes the spiral steps two at a time, being extra cautious however not to lose his footing. It will be a shame if he should slip and snap an ankle; he can just imagine the kind of love Zeke will show him.

As he threads his way through the throng of bodies in the main hall the girl comes back fiercely.

First she hammers tiny fists into his back and then tries to bite his shoulder through the material.

Boat winces and shakes her hard, almost sending both of them toppling unto a table.

BOAT

(fiercely)

Keep still, goddamn it! I’m trying to help you out here!

He doesn’t know whether she heard and understood him, but she becomes still, much to his relief. A struggling girl on the shoulders of a man in a place like the Lustful Lips will be more apt to begin a deadly brawl than the presence of a box of gold.

Yaw Boat bursts through the entrance, almost knocking down an elderly couple who are arguing loudly on the steps, and races down to the arrival pad.

He almost weeps with relief when he finds his huge car parked and ready, with an attendant standing beside it, smiling broadly and proffering the keys.

ATTENDANT

Heard you were in a spot, Mr. Boat, and I figured you might need your car in a hurry.

His large eyes are dancing with greed.

Of course they will do anything for money.

 

BOAT

Thank you. Please open the passenger door for me.

The attendant pulls the door open and Boat tosses the girl inside.

He pulls out a number of bills from his pocket and gives them to the attendant, whose startled eyes jump to Boat’s face as if he expected to see a ‘Suddenly Gone Mad’ sign on Boat’s forehead.

Boat slams the door shut and races round to the driver’s side and jumps in. He strives to remain calm as he jams the key into the ignition.

He experiences a brief moment of panic when he turns the key and all the basic lights come on but the engine refuses to kick start. Sweat is now matting his hair, face and palms as he switches off and turns the key in the ignition again.

The engine coughs sluggishly for a moment, the lights blinking, and then it catches and steadies.

Boat slides the gear lever to ‘D’ … and that is when the two bodies drop unto the ground, just in front of his car!

It is Ben, the security man, and Zeke!

Boat groans and stares; he has no difficulty understanding what had happened.

Somehow, incredibly, Zeke must have gained his feet, taken care of one of the security men and grabbed Ben. Maybe he had looked down from The Terrace and seen Boat getting into the car.

Zeke had leapt from the terrace, using Ben’s body as a shield, and the two of them have landed right down in front of his car.

They hit with enough force to shake the heavy car to its very core.

Zeke has used Ben’s body as a cushion, and the security man is out cold, his head turned towards Boat, a thin trail of blood running down his right nostril and the corner of his lips.

Zeke is still smiling that coffin smile; the blood trails from his hairline have painted his face almost completely with blood. His lips are parted, revealing huge yellowish teeth, the corners drawn back wolfishly.

Boat knows, at that moment, that Zeke is not human!

Zeke straightens up, and he is holding something in his right hand.

That hand swings forward and point, and Boat realizes rather too late what he should have known even before their bodies hit my the ground; Zeke has taken Ben’s holstered Smith and Wesson pistol, and it is now pointed at Boat!

Boat’s first inclination is to duck beneath the dashboard, and then he also begins to fumble in his pockets for the guns he had taken from Zeke.

Trying to do two things at the same time when a gun is pointing at him is pretty stupid, and he knows in an instant later that he is beaten.

My breath stops, and his heart almost freezes when he stares death in the face. It is the second time he has come very close to losing my life that day.

Boat has heard about people facing death calmly, almost even welcoming it. He has seen people dying in movie flicks with macho talks, damning their murderers with the brave expletives of heroes. He has seen leading actors fighting their way through death, never breaking stride to show even an iota of concern.

But crap like that only happens in books and in movies. This is real, and at that particular moment he feels fear crawling all over me with its icy fingers.

He is immobilized with panic and a crushing wave of helplessness.

Zeke’s smile widens, the gun locked on Boat’s heart, and his finger pulls the trigger.

Green!

From his peripheral vision Boat sees a flash of green.

Evil appears!

Boat feels the tingling at the base of his neck, and then his whole vision and body is covered with a great mass of green.

Hideous the Demon has appeared on the scene!

The terrible demon blasts forward at incredible speed somewhere behind Boat.

Boat knows without a doubt that it had not been far away, and maybe had been reclining in his back seat all along.

It sweeps past Boat – his own divine guardian devil – and hurtles towards Zeke.

That terrible gentleman really fires the gun.

Its report is a violent explosion that causes onlookers to shout and flee.

But somehow, between that gun and Boat’s windscreen, the bullet just vanishes.

Boat sees the sudden look of incomprehension on Zeke’s face. He doesn’t know that there is an evil element between them, protecting the Chosen Vessel of its masters.

Zeke points again, but this time before he can fire Hideous is all over him.

Sickening greenish tentacles sh00t out, winding round the arms and throat of the giant.

There is rage on Zeke’s face now.

His finger keeps pulling back the trigger, but evidently the gun doesn’t fire. He lets out an enraged bellow and his trigger finger moves rapidly. Boat’s body, which has gone quite cold, jerks hard in the seat every time Zeke pulls that trigger.

Boat watches with horror, even though all his instincts fight against it as the demon takes control.

Hideous – like he did to Bob – is taking care of Zeke quite nicely.

With equal butchery.

The green tentacles bend Zeke’s arm backwards with brute force, snapping it like a twig.

Pieces of bones stick out of Zeke’s shirt from his shattered elbow, turning it instantly crimson. The gun clattered to the cold ground.

Zeke’s face is now a mixture of pain and puzzlement.

He is too retarded to understand what has happened to him.

A saner man would not have understood it either, but in Zeke’s case his confusion goes beyond the levels of sanity.

His was the brain of an under-developed child, and in that state of mind his incomprehension is pitiful to behold. He couldn’t even cry out but just keeps staring at the broken arm and making gasping sounds with his mouth opened wide.

He has forgotten all about Boat, and that evil thing could have ended things right there but, as Boat is beginning to find out, evil is as cruel as it is heartless.

BOAT

(terrified)

Leave him alone, you vile spirit! Just leave him alone!!

The green tentacles tighten around Zeke’s neck, and then Hideous swings that giant off the ground, twisting that body in the air, twisting the man’s neck and snapping it viciously.

Zeke is already dead by the time his body hits the ground again.

He is lying on the pavement, body partly hidden by the car, but his head is visible; his eyes stared vacuously into space, lips still open, huge yellow teeth barred in death, covered with blood.

More people are pouring out to stare, and Boat can hear a babble of excited voices as some of the people gesticulate wildly.

Boat can barely breathe, and he feels the sting of tears in his eyes.

Such waste… such evil viciousness!

There is a sudden knock on the window, and Boat almost jumps.

He turns his head slowly.

Henry Didier, the multi-millionaire French owner of the Lustful Lips, is standing just outside the window, and his thin face is cold, his eyes too concentrated.

Yaw Boat presses the power-window switch, and it winds down slowly.

Didier is impeccably dressed as usual, as dapper as a shark in suit. He is a man who knows how to comport himself all the time, as mysterious as a rainbow.

He has always treated Boat with respect, acknowledging him whenever their paths crossed.

But that is that.

He is a man with few words, and he has few friends. There has always been that aura of controlled aloofness about him. That is his allure, and that is what sets him apart from other men.

HENRI DIDIER

(in a soft and cultured voice)

Get out of here, Mr. Bawa. The police are on their way here. I’ll handle this. Get going.

Boat stares at him with incomprehension; these are not the words has expected from him. He should rather be trying to detain Boat for questioning by the police.

BOAT

(whispering)

What?

Boat is still trembling from the new horror he has witnessed.

One moment Henri Didier is glaring at Boat fixedly, his blue eyes seeming a shade bluer to Boat, and then, quite suddenly his face changes!

His normal blues eyes into a frightening crimson red, and his features alter with terrifying speed, and Boat finds himself glaring into the face of a wolf-like beast in that sleek suit.

The face is hairy, the forehead elongated and sharp like a Neanderthal, but the mouth is now a jutting snout, the nose broad and flattened, tongue thick and forked.

And on his forehead, burning with the fury of boiling blood, is a numeral: 666!

And Boat understands!

Like Stebbins there is a resident demon living inside Didier, a powerful demon that does not hover and move around the others!

Stebbins is a vessel prepared and occupied!

Didier is a vessel prepared and occupied!

Yaw Boat is a vessel waiting for occupation… and so he is being protected!

HENRI DIDIER

(with repressed fury)

Get the hell out of here now!!

The air that blows out of his mouth is filled with decay and a thousand rotted meat.

Boat doesn’t really remember what happened next.

He gasps, that he is sure of, and the panic forces his hand to turn the ignition and stomp on the accelerator, hurriedly powering up his window.

The tyres screech as the huge car leaps forward past the men who have lifted Ben’s body from the ground.

When he looks into the rear-view mirror he sees Didier still standing there, but his face is normal now; human.

Boat stifles a sob as he shoots out of the gates and hits the main street.

Once again his peripherals register a shade of green, and when he looks into the mirror again he sees Hideous reposed in the back seat with grand elegance, ugly face impassive, alert, watching, calculating… pure evil.

Boat grips the steering-wheel hard and silent fury courses through him.

There is absolutely nothing else he can do; he is totally helpless.

He is in a world where death – murder, actually – is as cheap as sand, where highly-influential and wealthy businessmen are in actual fact demon-possessed weirdos that go out of their way to protect him.

He has no power.

He is just a puppet, and a terrible future is waiting for him just around the corner!

He believes it now…

He is a Chosen Vessel….

His body is meant to be the estate of a very superior demon!

Suddenly the future looks bleak.

He knows something terrible, really terrible, is going to happen to him very soon!

BOAT

(unsteady, trembling)

Oh, God! Awuradze! Onyankopon, boame! Help me out here, please…

 

To be continued…

©Aaron Ansah – Agyeman

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3 Comments

  1. Abeg Oga, make it two posts a day, this story make sense die, I can’t wait to see how things turns out. Two post a day I beg of thee

  2. “But crap like that only happens in books and in movies” I will also say the same when the time came

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