Vengeance Unfolds
In the village.
"Go away, you unfortunate rompers. Unleashed Urchins."
Ataola cussed, shooing the two young girls away. The girls looked somewhat 12 years old. And that would be like the hundredth time he had cussed them. At least to get rid of them.
"Go again, Mira."
The slender girl with locks of hair reaching from both sides of her head urged the robust counterpart.
Then the robust one who had been urged, hurried towards Ataola again, rolling like a heavy ball through the earth. Her round legs kicking up dust as she went through the plan till she got to some of the utensils. She squatted at once and swept few of the pans into her round arms and threw them into the air. A sequence of clatter.
Ataola hurried to the robust girl before she could stand up. He held her in the left arm and spun her around. His face running through her troublesome draw.
"What are you going to do now? Now you've met ill fate. Didn't I warn you to leave?"
He shot, glaring at the fleshy face of the girl. He wished his eyes could set her cheeks on fire that she would know how pissed off he was.
"And you, the instructor. How would you save your friend?"
He called at the other slender girl in akimbo, pouting at him. Her face from distance was gentle and cute, a round wonder, but deep down in qualities, she wasn't only a contradiction of her shape but a hyped reversal.
"I should ask you the question, Ataola. What are you going to do now?"
Ataola looked at the robust girl who had spoken. He was trying to read on her face what had enflamed the guts by which her words were kindled.
Before he could even wield a sequence of words, the girl had jumped up and spat in his face.
"Ughh"
He groaned.
He switched his hands and wiped his face with the right hand and grabbed her with the left. She bit the back of his left hand and escaped. Her sharp teeth left a ring.
Ataola stood there stupefied. He didn't even know what to think. He was as confused as you are. The most annoying and intriguing thing was that he didn't even know those girls. He had never set his eyes on them.
He had just gotten to his place of work (He's a tinker) and was mending some of the utensils when the devilish urchins shot out of nowhere.
What would you had done too? You got to work and out of nowhere trouble paid you a visit in the form of two beautiful girls. Won't you lose it?
He was losing it already and might be forced to hurt them really badly. He didn't have the heart for being good, he was just feigning. Given by the havocs he had caused in the land, taking care of two annoying girls shouldn't be a mill around his neck.
But for few seconds he thought. Were the girls the daughters of some people he had fucked up or assaulted or seen their fall? He couldn't link the girls to any of those he had hurt. His list was way too long.
He was tossed back into reality by the voice of one of the girls, the slender one,
"Say your sins now, dick, before we fuck you up real hard."
"Real quick."
The robust one complemented. Ataola wanted to laugh. Being threatened by little girls. That was more than ridiculous. Even men of worth died at the spot while threatening, let alone some... Fuck it.
"Were you birthed by the same parents, because all I can think about now are your parents."
Ataola threatened. Twas his time to hold a stance and make the little bitches understand what twas to live in a cruel world.
"I bet you'd be void of guts when we are done with you."
The slender girl shot again at him. Ataola sighed. It seemed like a nightmare to him. Or say, an unexpected dream, well if anyone was grounded in accuracy of dream's expectations.
"Cheeky eh?"
He scoffed then continued,
"Go get busy with your mom if you like yourself. But if it's otherwise, persist in your nuances and your blood will be on you."
He returned to his working position and sat. He picked up the tool and started mending again. Few of the utensils still scattered around.
As soon as he got busy, the girls began to hurl him stones. At first they missed, but then, there was accuracy.
The first hit was on his shoulder, then his chest, then his knee. But he lost it when one of the stones met him in the face.
"You're all dead."
He stood up and reached for the inner part of his robe. He brought out a hunting knife and a small sledge hammer. He hurled the harmer at the girls but he missed.
The girls began to run away, through the gaunt path, in an opposite direction. Instead of running towards the busy part of the village, they were running towards the scanty bush up ahead.
Ataola was blinded by rage. There was no point nursing a thought. He kept on his pace, running like a crazed animal. He was cussing as he ran after the girls. The girls, cracking up in laughter.
They were drawing closer into the height of the bush, and his shop was more than a stone throw away, behind him. What was the point looking back?
He must lay his hands on those girls. He let his rage through his mouth,
"If I hold you in my hands, your blood is gonna --"
He choked on his words. He fell into a pit. How could he be so blind not to had noticed. He resolved for the scream, trying to hold unto the murky earth walling him.
"You're gon see crazy..."
His empty threat echoed by the wiles of nature. Then he raised his head and saw Prium and another lady standing at the mouth of the pit.
"Did you see those two crazy girls?"
Prium was quick to words,
"You don't wish that two little girls grow into women?"
Prium chuckled and Ayla joined. Ataola just wondered trying to understand,
"Is that you Prium? What are you doing here?"
Prium scoffed and shot,
"To avenge your assault on my sister."
Hate was in her voice. Ataola stuttered,
"You can't do this. Your sister enjoyed it. She even comes to my place for more."
Prium was very pissed at that. She wished she could make fire course through her hands and roast the fellow.
"Here is your fate."
Ayla took her turn, seeing the frustration running across Prium's face. She continued,
"See those snakes beneath you? They'll strike your penis several times. And your cock would find no solace ever again."
He looked down beneath him wondering what snake she was talking about. He saw three huge snakes crawling up his body; two tracking his two legs, one wounded around his neck. He didn't even know how the one around his neck got there.
"Help me please! I'm sorry. I will change."
But he was only speaking to the wandering winds. The two ladies were no longer there.
All he heard the winds bore to him was,
"So refreshing. What form will we take for the next task?"
He wasn't sure who had said that. But he knew for sure that twas one of the ladies.
He couldn't think anymore. Could snakes suck out thoughts?
