When Love Sprouts

Chapter 13: Collide

Warning: this chapter contains graphic images which may be harmful to some.

Months had gone by, since Azania had been home. She would stare at the window for hours and hours, hoping that maybe, just maybe, someone would see her teary eyes and bruised wrists. Maybe a nosy bird would peer through the dusty window and see her.

Daya by day, her hope would diminish with the cold wind that smooshed nearby. Ludo walked into the dark room.

Like the devil in red, he wore a burgundy suit, with a formal white Chinese collar shirt. It was the day he would end her for good now. The day she was going to meet with her ancestors.

The day she would once again, reconcile with her father. It was bittersweet.

"Here, put the laptop over there," Ludo said.

"Probably, Venom," she thought.

When she looked up she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. She blinked them continuously, it couldn't be. . .

"Javas," she exclaimed.

"But, but, but, I thought," she stuttered.

Javas winked at him with a sly smile on his face, while continuing following Ludo's orders.

A laptop along with a camera was set up on a worn out wooden table by Ludo. He logged onto the the live stream, notifying everyone near and dear to Azania, even popular news anchors were notified. Ludo sat down, preparing himself for the big announcement.

"Do you have the. . ." Asked Ludo.

Before Ludo could finish his statement, Javas opened a guitar case filled with different sorts of knives: daggers, butcher knives; if it looked like a knife it was in there.

"Good, now leave us," ordered Ludo.

"Yes, sir," replied Javas.

He bowed down respectfully, and was about to leave, but he turned around and took one last look at Azania. He removed his red shaded glasses and blew her a kiss. Was it her last?

"Fellow South Africans," said Ludo. He broke out in laughter walking towards Azania.

"You see this precious Black Rose, right here, thought that women are superior to us. That they are stronger, but, my oh my, was she wrong. Look at her now is she strong," questioned Ludo.

Ludo pulled Azania to him by her hair, and held a dagger to her neck. "Is she strong now, huh, is she, he repeated.

"Women are inferior and will continue to be inferior. You think one girl will make difference? No one man can make a difference. You want to see," he asked.

Ludo striked Azania on the neck with the Egyptian dagger, he had been holding.

Drops of blood began gushing out of her. She wanted to fight, but couldn't.
"God bless yo, yo," murmured Azania as words were struggling to escape from her bloody mouth.

"IluDo, forever," chanted Ludo.

He cut the live stream and the IluDo triangle showed kn the screen. The live stream reached everyone, including Joao and Mrs Buvoir. Their hearts were shattered.

"Noooo," Joao said.

Mrs Buvoir collapsed at the sight of what she had witnessed. Her daughter being brutally hurt in front o thousands and thousands.

"IluDo, a name uttered by a man, mercilessly killing a young girl iconcally known as the Black Rose in United Arms. Police commissioner, Bryan Khumalo, claims that he will not rest until he gets to the bottom of the case."