The Dark Genesis

From my sleep I hear screeches of cars, I take to my heels as I rush downstairs, I flip my cotton of Gold and engraved leaf in dark brown to count about 6 cars, Ford, and an heavily armed Hillux truck as armed men hopped out of them, I count 10 men in sight.

"Holy shittt" I say as I rush upstairs to wake my girl, ~shit!, she's not here~

I manage to dial a number real quick as I shout "Mi querida" she prolly left early before day break, I sigh a relief.

_"Hello" says from the other end of the line

_"Mom, I'm sorry...They are here" I say rapidly

_"Don't, Ola, you can keep running, don't do this" she says sobbing.

damnn, I love it when she calls me "Ola".

_"I'm sorry mom.. I've gotta go!!" I end the call as I rush downstairs.

"Krrrrr" I hear from behind my doors,

"Damnn, I know that sound" I throw myself to the floor as bullets flies and dance in the air, glass shatters, woods splatters and foams seems to be happy of their new freedom from my cushions and pillows as they dance in the air.

At once, the shooting stops.

I manage to crawl as I hear thuds of footsteps behind me, I secretly place my grip on the bomb denotor I have been keeping for this exact moment, a small remote like device.

"Woah whoah whoah, what do we have here?" He says as he stands and has his legs widen over me, his well muscled chest and arms popping out as an effect of the gun he carries, A 7.92mm, German MG34, I recognize the gun, his face, oblong, dark skin, A black man, his eyes black and height I bet is 6"9, He prolly in his late 20s.

He grins at me as he says "cat got your tongue?"

_"Let hope it got more than just my tongue"

_"whoah.... He speaks, come pick him up," he signals to one of his minions, He comes to me with an AK47 as he tries to pick me up.

I headbutt him as fast as I could with the rush of Adrenaline, I stand to my feet.

"See y'all in Hell!!!" I say out loud as I press the only button centered on my Bomb detonator hoping to bomb us all.

"Ka Boomm," he mimics as he throws his arms in the air and down to play dead, his minions all burst out laughing.

I keep pressing the goddamn button as sweat seems to be pouring out on me.

Three of his minions drag me to a cushion as I get tied up, I get a three or four or five blows landing on my face and stomach but who cares about how many punches I can take.

"Does anyone else notice it's too warm here" I say.

"Shut up" he says as he lands a slap on my face. My head seems like it is hit with a rod and my ear rings like my eardrums went on a carol vacation.

"Looking for this?" A lady's voice I hear briefly, I am yet to gain my hearings fully and my eyes turn blurry.

Her legs, the rhythmic sound of her pointy heels shoes as they kiss the broken and shatter glasses and woods on the floor. Her thighs are visible, I slowly take my head up as she walks to me.

"Holy shit!!! Mi querida?" I look puzzled, my soul sinks and my heart hurts, I grasp for breathe, Fear runs through my spine as tears voluntarily stroll out of my eyes, my heart breaks.

She holds on a replica of my detonator.

"You looking for this?"

_"No, this can't be happening"

_"it is, Darling" she says as she smiles,

Her face radiant like always, her brows well in place, her hazel eyes, pierced nose and her set of teeths beautiful, with a blonde wig on her head that seems like her hair curled up to her neck, a 5'7, yellow skin, petite and a Nigerian same as Me.

"Hybrid, My dear, it is over," She says as she bends over to me revealing her "take my soul" cleavage, in these tied and heartbroken pace, I probably would do anything to have her cleavages to my face.

I try to speak but words aren't making out, it feels like my vocal got a day off.

"Ple..as..e, this isn't re..al," I manage to say in pain.

"It is!" she lands a kiss to my cheek and rises to him, she hugs him and they go all French kiss.

He holds her closer as he carries her, putting his hands on her ass like they were her pad.

"No ooo ooo," I shout

"Not the Nyansh" I plead

"Sleeping time" He says singing in the middle of the kiss.

One of his minions in a Camo jean and a brown coloured Timberland shoes, the shoes trended a year ago and a singlet with a mask on his face walks up to me and says "Goodnight"

_"Idiot, it's prolly 1pm or something," I revert back to him.

He raises his gun and gestures to hit me with the bottom.