PLIGHT OF UNDERPOWERED SECURITY GUARD

vic-essien (47)in #fiction • 7 years ago (edited)

The night like a mighty blanket covered the whole earth and nothing could be seen through it except the twinkling stars which were numerous as of the ones ordered by God to Abraham to count, forcing all earths inhabitants both man and animal to withdraw to their various homes, caves, holes or any place that could serve as an excuse for a place to rest their ever active head after the days hustle. As usual the night was calm and peaceful, preaching quite tidings to the face of the earth with the steady night breeze as its messenger.

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This peaceful climatic condition was mostly enjoyed by Tony, the market security guard whom at this moment was sleeping and smiling, dreaming about himself travelling around the whole world walking on water which can be described as fantasies that are mere fictions of the mind, while still on duty. At a time like this he would resolve to lay courses on his late father for not sending him to school to acquire formal education in order to enjoy a luxurious house and bed instead of bench and a small hot room which seems to act as his office during the day.

His pleasant sleep was violated by the sounds of gunshots

GBOA!! GBOA!!!

Which frightened him to the bone marrow, waking him from his late night fantasies while trying to gain consciousness and balance at the same time he fell from his bench; With great speed he located his torchlight, checked his wristwatch and it was around 11:49 pm, he slowly tiptoed into his room so he won’t be noticed and within split seconds, he came out with his hunter gun, then he positioned himself at a suitable corner to study the scenario.

Immediately he was able to locate less vivid figures running towards him like a leopard trying to catch his summer prey and pointing sophisticated gun at him.

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Tony confused of what to do, turned around and ran towards the left route of the market hoping to cut them off at the meat section of the market. With the structure of an athlete and the speed of a cheater he was able to distance himself from his predators, enough distance to buy him few extra minute to live, but his predators though not as fast as he is were still able to track his movement, knowing all corners of the market so well they can be able to trail him like a pack of wolves. They had blocked most possible point of escape.

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Tony ran into a very long corridor in the market that seems to be as long as eternity itself but at the end is a dead end blocked by the market walls. Another guy stretched out his hands and pulled the trigger but as if orchestrated by a supernatural being, Tony staggered and ducked just in time before the rain of gunshots came. With fear, staggering and stumbling he ran into the dead end causing his bladder to relax gushing out urine on pant and trouser. Unconscious that he urinated on his pant, his heart pounding a million times per seconds ,different ideas rushing through his wandering mind on what will happen next when those ravaging wolves gets their filthy hands on him . A twisted fantasy emerged off his reasoning wishing he was one of those robots which he normally watch when he was a kid in one of his animation series that could just vanish or self disrupt.

As the sound of their feet got closer, his heart feeling like a bass from a tune of melody, he quickly closed his eyes and as a Christian prayed that God should accept his miserable soul in heaven. Immediately he heard sounds of gunshots echoing to and fro, all he could do was to lie down flat, close his eyes and ears because the sounds of gunshots were deafening .These fierce shooting continued making Tony feel he was in the middle of a world war open fire waiting to be hit by any bullet which seems to be coming his way. He heard wails and cries which caused him to treble and shiver visualizing a fantasy of being in hell already.

Finally Tony could hear the sound of a foot few inches away. Tony with his face pressing unto the floor and hands crossed around the top of his head could feel the tip of a shoe touch him. Finally these monsters will kill me he thought. He felt a tap and he raised his pail face to see who was tapping.

The sudden darkness and twitching of torchlight had calmed him but he was still shaking then a police security officer who was already in his late 40’s came to assure him of his safety .’ The Akwa-ibom police have taken control’ he said.

It was clear to Tony that he is safe, the fact that the he was still alive caused tears to roll down his cheek.