Blackhitman

I screamed on the top of my lungs to myself within. 

In front of me stood a villain to annilate me and here I pondered on baseless things. 

'Focus!'

 I told myself inwardly. 

As he had been reading my thoughts, he lunged at me with continuous attacks to which I consistently defended either by evading or eluded. 

When I got a chance, he must have gotten tired of attacking me, so he took a moment of rest and gasped for some breath. 

"Man look, what will you gain by killing me?" 

My tone was full of pleading, somehow hopelessly.

"You know your family right?" 

At that, I predicted the source of my assassination to become, they had found me. 

"Shit!" 

I screamed inside my heard, then nodded. 

"Well, they want you very dead or you just handover the scroll."

The Hitman stated. 

"How much have they offered you?" 

I had seen a loophole to bargain for my life. The moment he began to respond. 

"One and half million United States Dollars."

His ripost intrigued me, causing me to laugh hysterically. 

Tears even came out as I knelt on the road. My lungs hurt because of laughter. 

Surprised at my laughter, he made a move to attack me out of anger, he felt being mocked. 

I stopped him in his tracks. 

"Look brother…" 

"I am not your brother but the last face you will ever see!" 

He reiterated in vexation. 

"Just listen!" 

I shot back. 

"Do you think I am worth that?" 

He considered for a millisecond, next he shook his head. I expected him to figure out just how low the deal he accepted. 

I saw the opportunity, the window opened. 

"How much do you think I am worth?" 

I pressed on, now full of hope that I could gain an upper hand. 

He delayed to hurl back, I could see that he entered the calculus world. 

After he came to his resolution, I saw him debating within him whether to give me the feedback or not. 

"How much are you worth?" 

He threw back the same troublesome query. 

I never posed such a quiz to myself. 

Just how much did he want to extract from me?

At the same time I did not have a single coin on me, I was on the roadrun. 

I had left my family a long long time ago. I did not have any ties with them. 

Why now? Anyway it didn't matter and I absolutely had no plausible remedy. I could not quantify myself. 

"How much are you worth?" 

I twisted the puzzle quiz on him. 

He went silent, the positive thing being I saw him calm down and a bit neutralised. 

I am sure he himself didn't have the answer. 

It turned out to be just the thing I needed to revolve the tables on my side. 

"Why would you kill for such little to nothing money?" 

The advantage presented itself so I used God's given gift to persuade him. 

"Because I have a family to feed and it's in my nature to kill."

My friend managed to utter. 

Right at that instance it dawned on me that I needed to trade so carefully. 

"Do you still want to kill me?" 

I foolishly inquired, I did not know what led me to that, probably the Devil that resides in me or the curiosity impulse that resides within the depth of my soul. 

"Yes."

He affirmatively replied. 

Laughing madly sprouted out of me. My entire body shook violently. 

Confusion sprang loose in him. I am convinced he must be cursing me. 

"If you had the ability, you would have done it already." 

I confronted him without fear. 

I must have been transformed, the fear died in the process of our conversation. 

I loved the bombshell on his goddammit face, I took extreme pleasure in it. 

"If I wanted to kill you I would have done it already but for certain reasons I like you and I will make you an offer." 

Astonishment prolonged building on his wrinkled tight long face and a cross tattoo on the left cheek. 

To be honest I wasn't sure if I could take him down. 

"Come find me tomorrow at 2 pm noon, my offer is 20 million per year," I took a breath, "If you carefully planned this attack on me, I am certain, you well know my house." 

His face brightened, his eyes sparked as if he had gazed on the pink butterflies and tiny little fairies. 

Overwhelmed by the new deal, his eyes became golden watery. 

"Thank you so much, I shall surely not disappoint you. For you have shown me great kindness. I therefore, pledge my allegiance to serve you faithfully."

The man knelt on his knees as if I was a God to him. 

"No need."

I moved to pat him on the right shoulder, I am a simple man with a simple lifestyle that I love so dearly. 

A grin from within my soul came on my face, "You forgot to tell me your name."

I reminded him, there is always a certain pride that comes after victory. 

"They call me the Blackhitman, my original names are Tamandani Bongo." 

He mentioned. 

I immediately noticed the humility, meekness in him, I knew at that instance I had found a royal friend I will work with to exert revenge on my family and those that cross my path with an attempt to take my life. 

Tamandani Bongo bid me fairwell, opened his car door, jumped on the seat of his pink, white convertible Ford Mustang. 

Kick-started the engine, I kind of liked the buzzing sound it produced, off he reversed then came forward and halted where I stood aside the road. 

"Do you need a ride?" 

Much of my time got wasted, he considered giving me a lift might make up for it. 

How thoughtful, I made an analysis. 

"No but thanks." 

My mind is always focused to achieve the set goal, taking a ride would disturb my fitness and physical training. 

It would also interfere with my programs. I had to tick the ticket for my roadrun. 

So he drove off and I picked up my jogging. 

When I got back home, around 6 pm, I noticed something strange on the door before I pushed it open. 

I sensed that my house must have been infiltrated, an automatic mechanism of alertness kicked in inside me. 

I gently twisted the door handle, with all the care I have and then slowly pushed the door open. 

I steadily made a wispy tread, I calculated each step I took with watchfulness while I held my breath.