MY KILLER

CHAPTER 23

I opened my eyes finally but one of it was closed shut. I couldn't open it, it was too difficult.
With one eyes open, I gazed at the sky; it was the only thing I could look at, yet, it betrayed me too.
It was blurry and what was meant to be blue was red, my crimsoned blood so dark and so thick, it blinded me and changed the color of my surroundings. And that sky, I could see it but it seemed like it would fall on me in all it's might, probably because I wrecked great havoc on Arabia.
And the sweat that dropped from my face to the earth below me stung in my fresh injuries.
I was desolate.

Here I was, completely ruined and wasted. I could not go on. And the sun.
By god the sun was scathing, and as weak as I was, I still writhe in pain wishing to be dead before I went for the next round.
Why, just why did I choose this life.

He tormented me, then extended his hand of friendship towards me but I rejected it and choose the path of pain and regrets.
Still, I thought I had witnessed it all; kidnap, rape, death of loved ones even torture by a machine, yet, nothing prepared me for this.

I was living a good life, a comfortable life, showing my smile and conversing with strangers and enemies. I was slowing recuperating from all the things I had been through and yet, knowing the danger, I still went ahead with my plans not knowing that that was the beginning of my doom, the beginning of my regret. After all, I killed Ali with my hands and Asad, Lord knows if he is still alive and all this, everything was because of me, because of my thoughts of vengeance.

Now, I'll have to bear the guilt of killing innocent men and putting the only two people I had come to care for in trouble of death.
Why?
Just why was I born. Why did I have to go for Catechism class that day, why did I have to be kidnapped, why didn't I run away even if it meant death, why didn't I kill him that one time I had the chance.
Now, everyone I have ever cared for are in trouble and my life was at its end.

"Hiya," went the riders of the horses and immediately, they began to move and faster and faster they ran, dragging me along with them, me who was tied legs first to either sides of the horses.
My screams were the last thing I heard, as always.

Ikechukwu, Kamsi, Chisom, Aisha, my beautiful baby. Can I continue on this part, the part of pain and bitterness to the very end?
Is it all worth it.
Will I be alive to see the end of our feud.
Why, just why did I kill Zaafir. Why did I kill Sahib's son...

It was evening when I heard the Sultan was finally conscious. The whole palace was a mess. People running here and there, panic in the air and even the prison was not quiet.
I had not seen what had happened outside after he was taking to the royal clinic. There was no way I could have seen it. I was arrested immediately.

When I saw the blood, I thought of my baby. I thought of how she would have been two by now, of how much I hated her even though I had birthed her. I had my regrets.
I thought, none of this would have happened if not for him. Before I could recover, my hands were clasped tightly on his neck as I tried to take the remaining life left of him but it was useless. The guards had surrounded me and one of them hit me on the head with a gun and I passed out, only to be awakened in the prison, another private prison room.

I was used to it, maybe not used to the comfortable bed and clean toilet in the room, but I was used to been locked up. Compared to my other imprisonment, this was heaven.
Everything was good, save for their gossip.

The prison was empty, it was the royal prison after all and not many people were lucky enough to be locked in here, they'd just be killed immediately.
Still, their conversations were loud and I heard every bit of it.

"This time around, I hope death comes for her," I heard a deep voice.

"She thinks she has some sort of power over the Sultan just because he favors her a little. I really hope too that death comes for her." A second person spoke.