My Name Is Micheal Taylor, i am an ex-soldier who went from fighting wars to fighting for the oppressed. It is how i want to be seen. A Defender!
Mr kolawole, his wife, and his two children sat on the dinning table in their three bedroom flat at Diamond Estate on the eve of chritmas. It was time for family dinner. Mr kolawole led the prayer before meal, they were proud catholics who took the celebration of christ’s birthday seriously.
After the short prayer before meal, they were about to eat, then they heard the sound of a knock on the door.
Mr kolawole went for the door, he wasn’t expecting anyone. He opened the door, and it was Micheal Taylor his strange acting neighbour who never had anyone visiting him.
“Merry christmas.”, he said.
Merry chritsmas.”, Mr Kolawole answered.
I think you and your family needs to move, now.”
Then there was a gun shot, the glass on the window beside their door shattered into pieces. Mr Kolawole was unhurt, Taylor immediately brought Mr Kolawole down.
“Get your wife and kids to the back yard. Where is your kitchen? I might be needing something handy.”
Mr kolawole quickly hurried to his kids and grabbed his wife who was panicking, his kids were filled with fear, almost scared to death. He took them all to their generator house at the backyard of his flat.
Taylor quickly grabbed two kitchen knives, a bottle which contained pepper, then he ran to the switch board of the flat, and he put it off.
Darkness fell on the entire flat.
The gunmen were three in number heading towards the flat. Every where was now very dark so they had to thread with caution. The gang leader signaled the other men following him to seperate themselves. He went through the entrance, while the others took the sides of the flat.
Mr kolawole who was now inside the gen house was sweating, his wife was trying to calm her kids.
“Close your eyes and don’t make any sounds.”
Taylor was calm, he stood behind the curtain awaiting his prey. He waited for a few seconds then he looked at the door, it was now ajar.
“Who opened it?” he said silently to himself.
He was shocked. He ran to the back silently, he heard sounds from the corner, someone was approaching. He picked up a stone and threw it into the bushes around the corner, then shots were fired at that direction. He knew someone was closed by. Silently he crawled to the wall and waited patiently. He saw his shadow standing with a short gun in hand.
Now Taylor was slowly bringing out the second knife to stab him through the back when the man in the shadows phone started ringing, he quickly rushed to pick it.
“Hello.” , he said.
Taylor with swift aggression slit through his hands and the phone fell down, the man screamed. In quick succession he stabbed him with a left hand jab straight through his heart and blood rushed out like a tap forcefully opened. Taylor quickly grabbed his mouth so that his screams wouldn’t alert the others. Then he left him in the pool of his own blood. The man’s blood ran freely like a stream.
Now they were one down, two more had to go.
He knew the other men would have met each other after the call so he went straight for Mr kolawole and his family. He hope they were still safe inside the gen house.
When he got there, he saw Mr. kolawole weilding a short gun, blood sipping out through his left leg.
His wife patching the spot the bullet had passed through, trying to soak up the pressure, his kids staring in disbelief, and two men in all black laying in the pool of thier own blood.
He never knew this side of Mr kolawole. He never knew if the three man team sent where assasins or just armed robbers. He tried not to ask at that moment. He picked up his phone and dailed the community police.
Then he walked away. Mr kolawale had a lot to explain to him.
Written by @chimefrancis1
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