DARKNESS AND LIGHT

We are BOKO-HARAM

This book is rated eighteen plus and it's not suitable for minors as it contains sensitive posts and actions. You have been warned.

Vice-Chancellor Awodigba felt a surge of adrenaline as the white man leveled his gun at him.

"Is it a secret you will die for?" I won't hesitate to blow your head off." The white albino said.

Awodigba could not breathe as the man tilted his head, peering down the deadly weapon. Awodigba held up his hand in defense.

"Wait, I will tell you what you want to know." He said rapidly.

The Vice-Chancellor spoke his next words carefully.

"You are lying."

The man stared at him perfectly immobile except for the glint in his ghostly eyes and the mocking smile dancing on his lips.

"This is exactly what the other professor told me."

"The other professor !"

Awodigba recoiled.

"Yes," the albino replied, "I found him too."

The albino aimed the gun again.

"When you are gone, we will be in control of the power."

It cannot be, in an instant, the vice Chancellor grasped the true horror of the situation as at that moment the albino produced a cutlass and brought it to Awodigba's arm. The blade hovered carefully and surgically.

Awodigba screamed but it was too late.

The albino gave his best evil grin. "Do you know us?" He asked.

Awodigba closed his eyes, his thought a swirling tempest of fear and regret.

"We are Boko-haram!"

But Awodigba could not hear, it is too late.

"No," Awodigba shouted, this cannot be.

He cannot be stopped now, not after sacrificing so much and at the point of success.

The world is indeed a strange and unfair place, why should death strike at the peak of success?

Years of research, trying and failing, lots of sacrifice and risk till he can almost perfect his ritual.

Just in a few hours, when the zodiac is passing under the sign of Aries he would have launched his invention and changed the world.

But his fear is not his failure but the danger awaiting humanity if this chemical should fall into the wrong hand. It can be altered and used as a chemical weapon to destroy a wide geographic location.

who could have betrayed him?

"We are unstoppable, we will take control of this country and put all infidel to death. There will be only one religion, one law, one government, and this country will be in peace at last under the rule of Sharia until Africa is subdued to be followed by the whole world.

This is a holy war and this is just the beginning until Allah's will is fully established on earth.

No mortal can stop this, or can a mere mortal stand in the way of God? Impossible."

The Assassin looked with amusement as the professor tried to escape his grasp.

With one hand he pinned him to the center table and opened his briefcase, dipped his hand inside, brought out a sharp sword, and struck, cutting off Awodigba's right arm with just a blow.

He smiled with satisfaction at the perfect result as the arm danced eerily on the tiles for some seconds.

Awodigba cried in pain as he watched blood gushing out of the stump where his arm was once joined.

He fell under the agony of pain as his blood flowed, splattering on the books on the floor and staining the impeccable white tiles.

"This is the work of an insider," Awodigba moaned softly.

Only four people knew how important these arms are if things ever go wrong.

One is dead, one has no full information but a pawn in the game, the last has nothing to gain but all to lose.

His mind went to Fatima and he missed her dearly, he felt so sorry for all he did that he shouldn't have done and all he failed to do that should have been done.

He had failed miserably and deserve every pain his body is passing through.

This was needed to purify his soul for rebirth.

For revenge!

The assassin picked the dead arm, brought out his briefcase, opened it, and put the right arm beside the other left one.

"I have been to the school laboratory and removed the chemical hidden there," he said.

Awodigba was dying and couldn't hear all this, his final memory was made of regrets and pains.

He had done all for nothing, it was all in vain.

He wish evil on whoever betrayed him as death came nearer. Betrayals, he hates them passionately, reasons why he had strictly chosen his close associate.

Yet he is not vigilance enough and has involved a betrayal in his team.

Awodigba shrugged in pain, even Jesus Christ was betrayed by one of his few twelve disciples!.

The assassin gave his best evil grin.

"Bye-bye professor, I'm afraid for your soul, and I wish you can make it to Al Janna and not to hell as I see you already heading."

The albino seemed truly pained as he brought out a black pistol, he aimed and shoot the dying man on the forehead.

It was a straight and clean shoot, deserving his reputation as a first-class shooter.

Although the assassin takes pleasure in torturing and cries are nothing but lullaby that put him to sleep, unfortunately, there Is no time to torture the professor and see how long he will last under severe pains and loss of blood.

Or perhaps put him to flame and watch him dance in the eerie fire.

Maybe another opportunity will arise to find out all this and more.

For now, this chemical need to reach his final stage in a few minutes, and nothing on earth must come between this as everything had already been arranged.

A chopper is awaiting him outside the school premises.

The chemical had already been altered and the guard who will smuggle it inside Asum rock is already waiting inside the chopper.

And now he has the chemical and the two arms that have the code to stop the chemical on them.

He passed the final checkpoint, existing the magnificent university, and bade the friendly-looking security men on night duty goodbye.

He walked for a few minutes, passed the bridge beside the university where hawkers are displaying their products for night travelers.

A few miles away stand an awaiting chopper with a hovering blade and a pilot shouting at him to walk fastly.

He smiled as he walked hurriedly towards the chopper, opened the door as a voice beckoned him to enter.

The inside of the chopper is clean, tidy, and smelled nice.

as he sat comfortably beside a tall good-looking guard in district police uniform.

He has a place in mind to celebrate his victory.

"To nassarawa state?" The pilot asked.

"Yes," the albino muttered as he dipped his hand in his pocket and brought out the chemical, handling it to the man in Uniform.

The man collected it with a knowing grin and put it inside a cross bag beside him.

"No problem over there I guess?" he asked the assassin.

The assassin glared at him with red eyes and an evil grin.

"None am aware of," he replied in a callous voice with heavy baritone.

The security man nodded unconvinced.

The assassin brought out his pack of cigarettes, removed a gold lighter from his hip pocket, and lit the cigarette, inhaling the rich smoke with satisfaction.

He had worked well and deserves rewards: heavenly rewards as well as worldly rewards.