The November Order

💎 XXVII : Total

Marley sat on the floor of the mezzanine with his legs dangling down over the edge. His chin rested on the lower rail of of the balustrade and he sighed. Over the last four months, his head had been a mess. He still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact he was finally going to make the man, who tormented his dreams with the faces of his dismembered famiy laying in a pool of their own blood, pay for his crimes.

"Torah Azikiwe," he muttered and clenched his feet. He could feel his anger boiling as he visualized the man's pleading face. He had only seen photos but his imagination had done a pretty good job with forming the rest of his physique.

He saw a pair of legs slip out of the railings beside him and turned, the new guy, the one who Yomi was always picking on even though blue and his brother warned him against it. He wondered what always his behind the quiet face of his. Two weeks and he still wasn't comfortable around the guy.

"Hey, how are you?" The newbie asked Marley.

He was never one for being rude and ignoring people so he figured he'd entertain the guy even if he wanted to be alone, "I'm good, your name is Ada right?" He still couldn't understand why he was named like he was a family's first daughter. He didn't know much of his cultural heritage but he knew that much.

Ada sighed, "it's not Adaa, like it's coming down, it's the opposite, it's Adah like it's going up. A bit like it's an explosion."

Marley stared at him and scratched his head, "it still sounds the same to me, what does it mean though, first son?"

"No, it's one of the king's royal weapons."

"Ooh,"

"You know the snake black adder?"

"Ooh, I understand now, so I just keep the 'r' silent and I've gotten your name right?"

"Exactly,"

"That's cool, nice to meet you Ada."

The Bini boy grinned, "so what's up, I heard you muttering to yourself, are you okay?"

Marley chuckled, "you seem like someone who keeps to themselves, are you sure you want to hear my problems?"

Ada chuckled lightly, "well let's just say I'm learning to be less socially dense besides I think you're really troubled. If I can help, I'd love to help."

Marley sighed, "well, I guess it wouldn't hurt," he inhaled deeply then exhaled, "the pope, the one who organised this mission, he gave my the choice to kill Torah myself but I'm not sure if it's what I want."

Ada scratched his chin, "do you hate him?"

"Of course I do!"

"Then what's holding you back?"

"I don't know, I honestly don't know."

Ada sighed and laid on the floor, "when my grandmother died, all I could think of was hate, deep seated hatred. I hardly knew my parents, she's been the one taking care of me and my sister since I was younger. I felt broken, and beyond repair and I wanted to march straight to Torah so I could fill him with every kind of poison I could get my hands on. But my sister made me promise not to do anything brash and I figured I was the least affected by Torah were other people like you are. It's not like my hate faded but I eventually figured I didn't want to kill Torah I didn't let my hate cloud my decisions. Put yours aside and sincerely think about what you want to do. Do you want really want to be the one who pulls that trigger?"

Marley groaned, "I don't if you're convincing me to do it or not," he looked at the grinning male beside him and chuckled, "you're just saying I should make sure the hate isn't what's motivating decision right?"