It would appear that the dawn did no justice as the sun rays graced her glorious figure. Finally she was on my bed and in my arms. I wasn't sure of what to do. So I kissed her forehead and off I went from the bed. I wanted to be romantic, or maybe I was, but I was sure I was quixotic. At least she told me so, or was she exaggerating? "It really is a burden to have this kind of mind" I intoned to myself.
She took a deep inhale and said "Good morning my king". I beamed and turned round to look at her and quickly looked away, not certain of what to say. I wanted to be modest and not awkward, of which the latter was my truth. I responded, "I wasn't sure which I craved more, you asleep or awake", I said turning gently towards her. She looked at me with those eyes and I was nowhere to be found, yet found in a place I wanted to be in. She did most of the conversation; I, the taciturn one, did most of the attending, and we both relished our places.
"Well!" she said, and like connected hearts, I just knew she was in for a cuddle. I jumped at her like a puma and we laughed and said sweet noughts to each other all morning. Everything we said seemed rehearsed by our deepest persons to each other, like our hearts knew something that we weren't aware of. We both went to the kitchen with I piggybacking her. I joined her in the cooking, which I hated though, but it was for me a situation of- "I rather be here or nowhere else". Then we ate together. Each of us more concerned about feeding the other and somehow, we just couldn't make it to the end of the meal before evolving ourselves into meals. Every organ and parts of our bodies became erotic in a steamy happenstance. It looked like this would never end. The motions and the clutches, our sweat intermingling and the smooches so intense. The phone rang and my ears were heedless. My line of work made every call of utmost importance but then, in this instant, I was in my world, who cares about the world now? I would rather not be a super hero in this moment.
She clung to me with a strength that only comes from ecstasy. I knew I had struck a chord. I was her Himeros and she would be my queen. She tormented my soul in a way I wasn't sure if I loved, however, I didn't want her to stop. One minute seemed like eons. Finally she let go. I had never felt more alive. The phone now sounded clearer. I picked up- "Hello!" and a guttural male voice responded "Emergency! Meet me at the Banquet of fools Michael" he hung up without giving any details. I pretended to continue the call. I acted like it was a congratulatory call from a friend or distant family. Sweat began to come out of my pores shortly after I hung up. Lorelei asked me "Are you alright? You look like you just heard from a ghost". I asked her "Who would be close to your brilliant light and not sweat this much?" she laughed uncontrollably as she hugged me from the back. She was one who had a penchant for flattery. She more than knew me, she understood my every action and could hear the sound of my silence. I was silent and motionless.
She held me, both of us sweating, I more profusely. She asked me of who called, and I lied to her. I said it was an old time friend who got to hear of my wedding through my story on Instagram. She smiled and said "Way to go pop star" and I just laughed it off. That was me at it again, adding more sealants to cache the dam of mendacities I had behind my notorious Red door.
I got up and began to put on my tee shirt. I told my girl I had to meet up with something urgent. She said, "Can't you wait, for a little longer?" I promised to be back in a trice. She asked if I was sure all was okay. I assured her that all was as good as it could get. We blew kisses and off I went. Filled with rage and anxiety at the same time. Too many questions were scaling my mind at once. How did they find me? What do they know about my new life? Do they know I'm married? Do they know who I'm married to? What do they want? I could recognise the voice of the person who told me to meet him at the Banquet-of-fools. He was my comrade agent- Mustapha
I have a dark past. I'm not proud of it. It haunts me daily like a nerve-wracking rendezvous. I have rendered children fatherless and motherless as duty may demand. I was sick of killing innocent kids. I was the embodiment of a spectre, an apparition, a person who does not exist nor can be found on the demographic radar. I worked for an association called "The Dark Pilgrims". We did things. Abysmal things. They said it was for the greater good. I found out the hard way that it was led by a band of power-hungry murderers and I was their knight of death; I most definitely had no shiny armour except for the stench of death forever wreaked in my wake. I had hung my boots, just up till now. What could fate be cooking up?
I took an Uber and down I went to the Town square. Every Town square was a Banquet of fools, or so we called it. I saw a man in a red zoot suit, who also wore sunglasses. He smirked at me, got up from where he was seated and began to walk in a direction. He stopped after a few steps, looked at me, like a sort of confirmation that I should follow him. I did. He led me down a close and entered a door in a building that was a series of stalls. I looked left and right, back and forth to make sure I wasn't followed. Immediately I entered the room, I saw three masked men, aside the man I followed. They offered me a mask and told me to mask myself. I asked them who they were. The man on suit said "That is not important now Michael. Just take the mask and follow us, we promise not to bite." He said smiling. His smile got more irritating every time he tried to flash them. His gums were bizarrely red like someone sprayed it with satin. It really matched with his ensemble. His teeth was tan cream, like the colour of the gums had spilled over into his teeth. It looked like you could threaten this fellow with a toothbrush. He snapped his fingers three times like calling me out of some deep trance in a hypnotic session. He said still smiling "Time and tide waits for no man Michael, except you are the Angel Michael". I cleared my throat and took the mask. Looked at all of them intently and said "You guys need to upgrade your customer service." I tried to conceal my fear; a feeling I have not had in a long time. The fear was not for myself, I cared less about myself. I had come to the point where I felt I deserved every ill-treatment I got since I was a flunkey of the same.
I put on the mask. All I saw was pitch-black darkness. The people who I had met did not want to take any chances. They handcuffed me and led me to seat on a chair whilst one of them made a call saying "We have him". In less than two minutes, I heard the sound of a car. They ordered and pushed me to move and took me into the car. We moved for a while. I tried to count the time and use my body movements with each turn to navigate my position but I lost track. It was a technique I learnt when I was a stooge to that organisation. They must have moved in circles to make me lose track. After a moment, we stopped, they brought me down. I walked for a while and then I could feel the shade from the sun which meant I had entered a building. They directed me to seat on a comfy couch. I waited for a while. My cuffs were not removed, then all of a sudden, someone removed my mask swiftly. I looked round the room and breathed in deeply as the mask had stifled my breathing. Then I looked at the persons in front of me. I could only recognise two of them. Agent Mustapha my friend and comrade and my commandant; an old and grey man who was a master of strategy and arranged-deaths. It looked like he and death were in a legal agreement. He was over eighty and didn't look a day over forty-five. Commandant Keller Bones. Nobody ever knew his real name, so we all called him Keller- 'for killer' and Bones because of his method of assassination which he uses which is dislocating people's joints and then a bullet to the two knees, the heart and then the brain.
He looked at me like someone who was excited about my return and said "Welcome back Michael the prodigal son!"