Ex Vivo (#2 EX TRILOGY)

Chapter 11

Akoma managed to roll over despite the pain to ogle at the glowing green eyes in the dark. The person was closing in on her menacingly. Akoma did not know what to do, and the injury in her back was her greatest limitation at that instant. Someone had to intervene. If only God could see her, that's all she needed - a miracle - something to deal with this person who was approaching. There was nothing positive to expect from someone with glowing green eyes. Akoma tried to make out the outline of her assailant and found herself hoping it was Stallion since he was the only known person to her with green eyes - but the least he expected was for them to glow in the dark, and this was humanly impossible, unless....

"So which one are you - a wizard or a robot?" Akoma asked. The shadowy figure did not reply. He simply bent over when he reached the motorbike and lifted it up with one arm. He raised it above his head and glared down at Akoma, and then the glowing eyes turned amber. "Oh OK. Now you're a traffic light. Amazing. I am expecting you to go red and stop. Red means stop, right?" Akoma chuckled. The figure stood there with the motorbike held up in the air for some seconds before his eyes flashed red to Akoma's amusement. Akoma sighed and added, "That's cool. Can I go now?"

In a quick grunt, the figure appeared to tense the muscles his arm and dropped the bike hard at Akoma, who merely screamed and shielded her face futilely. There was a loud crash and the sound of debris falling onto the ground, followed by the sound of struggle and a loud clanging sound. Akoma waited for the commotion to settle thirty seconds later before opening her eyes and taking off her hands to see what was happening before her.

Someone was wrestling the freak with red glowing eyes, but unfortunately Akoma could not make him out as well because of the darkness. She looked around and found the motorbike lying far from her ripped apart with pieces littered all over. She returned to watching the battle that was going on metres away from her and found her interest now switching to whoever had come to stop the maniac.

The second man was carrying what appeared to be a metal bar and was swinging it at the maniac who easily dodged the attacks. Finally, the maniac seized the bar with an arm and bent it in one wrench before seizing the throat of the other. He lifted him up in the air, punched him in the abdomen four times before hurling him away onto the ground. Without any delay, he dashed at the fallen saviour menacingly and growled, but the saviour rolled over to the right to evade the attack and landed on one knee, and just when the maniac took that weak step not far from his free foot, the saviour supported himself on his right arm and swung a kick at the maniac's calf, throwing him off balance and landing him on his side on the ground. The saviour pounced on him and started to punch his opponent in the face repeatedly. Akoma admired the courage of this mysterious guy and wondered who he was, but the moment he raised his arm against a sliver of light shining through the trees, she spotted the maroon sleeve of a jacket and was shocked to deduce that it was possibly her stalker. While she wondered why he had chosen to save her from the maniac, she watched the maniac finally grip the throat of her saviour and throw him off to the ground effortlessly. The maniac rose to his feet and flexed his shoulders, and then he turned his head sharply in Akoma's direction. Akoma scrambled to her feet and limped away, taking backward glances to ensure that her assailant was not catching up with her any moment. The maniac dashed after her in a sprint, and she panicked and fell to the ground.

"No, no, no! I thought red meant stop. You should have told me it meant danger instead!" Akoma muttered to herself and picked herself up again. Just when the maniac reached her and stretched forth an arm to seize her, he was stopped and dragged back at once, and Akoma turned around to see her saviour restraining her attacker in a chokehold. Akoma stared at them in the shadows.

"What are you standing there for?" came the voice of her saviour. "Run!"

Akoma nodded thankfully and limped away quickly, but upon spotting a taxi that was emerging from a bend down the lone street, she turned to look at the two men and gasped when she saw the maniac hurling her saviour off his back into some thickets across the street. Akoma ducked into the taxi and patted him on the back impatiently to get going. The taxi driver hastily drove off, glancing up at Akoma through the rear-view mirror every now and then. Akoma leaned back in the seat and gulped, moaning in pain as she attempted to sit up because of her aching back.