Once upon a time 30

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PART 30
" ONCE UPON A TIME "
©️Opeyemi Akintunde.

Rogers looked intently at the person approaching, it was a man. 

The man apparently looked like the leader of  wherever the God-forsaken place was.
 
"Kamal!"

The face registered immediately.

"K..k..k..k...a...mmm...mmm...a...aa...l...lll," Rogers managed to call out. 

He couldn't be mistaken. This was Kamal, he knew it. The same Kamal he knew, however, he looked a bit deformed in his appearance just like the others. His ears looked bigger and his nose wider but this was Kamal.
 
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YEARS  EARLIER.

"Oh boy! That initiation was soooo deep!" Kamal had said to Rogers.

"Yes it was, and to think I thought I was just going for a party. I didn't ask for this," Rogers responded.

"Well my guy, welcome to the brotherhood. I also did not ask to join the group, I was also initiated like you," Kamal had replied Rogers.

They had met up in school the day after the intiation. Kamal had walked up to Rogers introducing himself by giving him the secret handshake that looked like the sign of a gunshot.
Rogers knew instantly he must have been of the guys from the intiation party.

"Hi, my name is Kamal," he had introduced himself.

"Hi, you're from the Cul .....," Rogers was saying but Kamal quicky cut him.

"You don't say the name of the brotherhood in public, brother. I saw you at the initiation party. How do you feel now?" Kamal quizzed Rogers.

"Not too good brother. I mean it was deep," Rogers answered.

"Oh boy! That initiation was soooo deep!" Kamal had said to Rogers.

"Yes it was, and to think I thought I was just going for a party. I didn't ask for this," Rogers responded.

"Yeah, that's the way it is with everyone. They all think they are coming for a party, but welcome brother," Kamal said in a voice that sounded thick and husky.

"So Will you be hanging out with us tonight?"

"Well....I haven't been told where we are to hangout," Rogers replied.

"Yeah, that is why I am here...I was sent to tell you where" Kamal responded.

"Okay?"

"Well, my walking up to you is not a coincidence brother," Kamal stated.

"Okay?" Rogers reiterated.

 He didn't know what was coming up again or what to expect from the brotherhood.

"You see, you're going to be my protege. I have been assigned to mentor you," Kamal announced.

"Okay," Rogers replied again.
"So from henceforth I give you instructions, I tell you how things should go and you follow my lead," Kamal told Rogers.

"Alright," Rogers replied looking around and very uncertain of what the future held for him. Who would have ever thought that in his first year in school he would be introduced to cultism.

"So first things first! The first instruction that I have brought to you is......" Kamal was saying but Rogers cut in abruptly and with anxiety lacing his voice,

 "I hope I'm not meant to kill my mother? I hope I'm not meant to kill her? Oh my God!" Rogers spluttered out fearfully.

Kamal laughed hard at this...

 "Bro...oo...ther...r...!!! What's up? No, this is not some Nollywood movie," he chuckled and then continued...

 "Even though I like blood, or even though I love it. I mean.... I'm not going to ask you to kill your mother. No! That's not the kind of message I brought to you. The message actually is..." Kamal said

Rogers' heart raced as he waited to hear the dreadful statement he knew was going to pour out of the stranger's mouth...

 "To complete your intiation process, you are to rape fifteen girls and bring all of their underwears to the next party." Kamal said

Existence must have stopped for few seconds, as Rogers couldn't fully grasp  what he must have heard.

"Fifteen beautiful young ladies," Kamal reiterated. 

"And you only have two weeks to deliver that. Alright brother, I'll see you some other time. Take care. Bye," Kamal said as he walked away leaving a dazed Rogers who stood frozen  with this mouth wide-open.

"Oh my God," Rogers muttered under his breath.
 
*******
PRESENT DAY.

Rogers fastened his eyes on Kamal. 

"Yes, this is Kamal. Yes, he's the one. But what is he doing in this God-forsaken place?"

"K..k..k..k...a...mmm...mmm...a...aa...l...lll," Rogers managed to scream out loud.

Kamal turned all of a sudden towards where he heard his name, like a ferocious animal he rushed towards the cage that housed Pastor Greg, Rogers and the driver.

"You know him?" the driver asked hurriedly in fear

Pastor Greg also threw Rogers a questioning look.

Rogers nodded in the positive...
 "Y...yyy....eee...eee....sssss....sssss....ccchhh...ooo....oolll," he struggled to say.

"From school? Oh thank goodness. I hope he will be able to forgive us and release us," the driver said hopefully.

Kamal had gotten to the cage by this time, he looked so dirty and smelly. He looked like a mad man with terrible looking dirty stinking beards.

Kamal sniffed at Rogers; searching in his eyes to see who he really was. 

Recognition hit him!

Everyone knew that moment when recognition hit Kamal.

 It was obvious he could remember.

"Ro...ooo....ooo....gggg...eerrss...ssss! Ro....gg...eerss! Rogers!" he called out, screaming and beating his chest in anger.

Kamal staggered back in what seem like an angry movement.

 "It seems you were not friends," the driver said with eyes popping out of his head in fear.

Pastor Greg could sense that whatever must have transpired between Nnamdi's boss and this leader must have been a very terrible thing because he didn't seem pleased seeing him.

"What did you do to him?" the driver asked. "What happened between you both?" he asked further as he pressed Rogers for answers. 

"Now I think we are in deep soup. Ahhhh....which kain bad market I carry so like this.....wahala ooo! Why did I come out today? Why did I carry this bad market? Jeeeez!" the driver lamented as he bowed his head crossing his hands over his head in regret.

"You! You! You Rogers! You! You turned me into this! I will make you pay for it!" Kamal said. With that he turned in anger and disappeared into the darkness again.

Pastor Greg turned to face Nnamdi's boss, he struggled to talk...

 "Wh....aaa...tt....tttt....tt d..d...d..iiiii.....dddd...ddd y..y...y..ooo...ooo..uuuuu...uuu d..d..d...ooo...ooo t...t..t...t...oo....ooo..ooo h...iii.....iii....mmm....mmm?" he asked. ( What did you do to him?)

To be continued

NOTE: This piece was written with the intention of touching lives, feel free to share but please be mindful of the writer by not erasing her credits and that of the HolySpirit who Inspires her.  For more on this series, follow the author on Facebook @Opeyemi Akintunde Tv and Instagram @opeyemiakintunde. God bless you

DEEP THOTS NOVELS 
INSPIRED BY THE LIVING WORD 
Written by Opeyemi Akintunde 
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