Story

Blood 4 Blood

*Episode 8*

”you are no longer the blood I used to know” echoed again and again in my head becoming louder each time it was being repeated, louder and louder it got until I started screaming.
With a startle,
i opened my eyes and felt pains all over my body, the pains told the tale;i had being brutally beaten even as I had passed out.
I had opened my eyes just as I was being dragged into the clearing which I had being spying on earlier, my vision was blurred, my speech slurred and I felt blood dripping down my face, i couldn’t tell the intensity of the beating I had taken.I was able to make out the form of the guy whose neck I had snapped earlier being dragged into the clearing and simultaneously,
a ruccus erupted within the confraternity,
”kill am…..kill am” rent the air all around me as I wondered how they knew I was still alive. I was able to detect the strong smell of alcohol and marijuana within the clearing,any sense of judgment which this lot possessed before that I may have counted upon to save my life was utterly gone, these niggas were high and I doubt that in this state they could reason, i had already prepared to walk through the gates of hell because I knew heaven would be a dream for me.
As they prepared to pounce on me, a shrill voice, the same one I had heard earlier while on the run.”maintain” it issued authoritatively getting closer, the angry mob fell backward as they said in unison, ”D1 most rugged”.
It took the last strength I had in me to open my eyes fully. There standing before me was a hunky, heavily built guy….My assessment of him was cut short when he spoke to me,
”so na you enter Iceland dey form jet-li abi???”………Maybe I was gonna die after all…….

To be continued...