The Hidden Toxin ✔(#6 in the Our Side of The Dice Series)

Chapter 41: Crimson, Croissants and Conflicts

Ebun was still on the rooftop, sitting on the bare, sandy floor. She knew that at the moment, she was supposed to be on her heels. She ought to be looking desperately for a way out. The people on the road were still murmuring, inhaling sharply and crying at the gory sight of the two dead bodies that were soaked in a river of blood. Some of their innards were out in the open. 

Ebun could hear some market women crying and lamenting on behalf of the women who must have birthed the two demised people. Somewhere in between the agonized wailing, she had overheard some young, vibrant voices angrily scheming and dividing themselves into groups that will take different routes into the building. She’d heard one of the youngsters yell with bitterness and determination in his voice saying, “I’ll go to ze rooftop end check.” 

Yet, she remained where was, staring at the lines of her palms that were stretched out in front of her. Her bloody, murderous hands; limbs that she’d used to annihilate a young, innocent man with a full life right ahead of him. All that was in her eyes was a vision of her slender fingers – each of them fully coated in crimson. Tears blurred her vision as they gathered on the base of her eyeballs. 

She’d just killed an innocent person. This was all that rang in her head and the legion of demons insider her that had been in hibernation for years started to whisper darkly into her ears. The vision of her fingers all covered with blood had dots of the liquid dripping to the ground. Every drop contributed to the round swamp of wasted human fluid that tainted the ground.

Look at you, Ebun, becoming just like the members of the Black Mafia, hurting and taking the life of innocent people just because of a stupid goal you’ve been dying to achieve. You are no good. You’re just an obnoxious, rugged thug! You’re also very stupid! 

You’ve always been terrible, Ebun. Right from the time that you allowed Sean kill Zinaida. Ever since then, you’ve become a total, irredeemable wreck!

The demons hurled all of these words at her one after the other – and they shouted it repeatedly. While she pressed her fingers deep into the holes in her ears, nodding vehemently as though she were under a convulsion, Ebun sniffed back her tears and stilled for a moment, wondering why she was trying to shut her demons up. All of the things they’d whispered into the walls of her mind were correct. 

She was just as evil now – as vicious, vile, nefarious and even as iniquitous as the gang of rapists that she’d loathed all her life. This unspeakable evil she’d just done had bridged whatever gap of difference that previously existed between her, the gang members, Mr. Saratov (the post-graduate man), Mr. Kojo, The alleyway guy from Novosibirsk, the men from the sex slave infirmary and every other assaulter she’d murdered in the past.

These people had now become a bunch of individuals that she shared a common, humiliating thing with – the fact that all of them, including her, were monsters who’d inflicted pain, suffering and death on undeserving people. 

The most despicable thing of it all was the additional fact that she’d done what most criminals would do – use a sin to cover up for another sin or a do a bad thing as a means of expressing their anger at a situation that didn’t turn out the way they planned. That was why she’d also killed Lizabeta.

Although, it had been a major part of Lizabeta’s actions that led to the disaster that occurred, it still didn’t change the fact that the young woman wasn’t connected to the gang from thirteen years ago. She’d embarked on this journey as an assassin with the sole objective to kill rapists – not other people NO MATTER their proximity to the offender. Provided that they themselves weren’t molesters or conspirators to a molestation incident, she had no right to murder them.