Chapter 9 VILLAGE IN CHAOS

Henry

It's been over a week and some days since the boisterous tragedy happened in the rural community, the murder of the unruffled mother and yet became ruffled for the course of her child, willing to do anything just for her child and the great misfortune of the obstinate orphanage mistress matron veronica, quite unfortunate for her to have survived the never ending back-lashing strokes of lightning, she should have just died instead of living the life of suffering.

I sat in front of the orphanage which was at the center of the village, The people of moonstone village were all littering around the village, some in remorse, some spreading gossip, feeding the ears of the people with what they want to hear, some unbothered by the happenings in the community.

"Repent citizens of moonstone village, for the lord is coming upon you with vengeance, change from your old, wicked ways because, he's coming with judgment, turn from your wicked ways moonstone village! Turn from your wicked ways!"the preacher shouted alarming the villagers.

"Get lost preacher!!!!!!!" a villager shouted.

"This isn't the time for sermons and crap talk" another villager shouted in agreement.

"We won't fall for all that cheap talk of lies, where were you before this tragedy happened to us. GET LOST MAN!"

"Yeah your time is over, get away"

"Go and sleep preacher you'll need some of those" a man said making him and his crew laugh out so loud in an annoying manner.

"I won't stop talking!......Just like the name of this village moonstone village was given to us to replace the name Gory that was initially given to us, the name given by our fore-fathers which means blood-stained." He paused looking around.

"The name Gory has been activated by the death of Michael's mother," He said, sounding so sure and certain.

"If we don't take any action now and cleanse the land there will be more blood stains and more lives will be lost!!!!" the preacher shouted even more.

The people started throwing tomatoes and apples at him. Right now I do not know what to believe anymore, strange things were happening that I could not understand.

"Get lost preacher, it seems God has forsaken you just as he forsaken the land"

They continued throwing things at him.

Seated at the front of the orphanage home, my thoughts were flooded with the unending shouts from Celine, depriving me of my sleep. I had to step out of the orphanage home.

Our matron, Celine, who luckily survived the strokes of the lightning enduring the pains and a nurse scrutinizing her body. The wounds and injuries thoroughly afflicted all over body, she was in great pains and the pains were never ending.

No physical balm were working on the pains.

She needed more than just a balm or a physician, she needed a healer or a magician somewhat and they were nowhere to come by.

Tears never ceased to drop from the eyes of Celine. Tears of pain, regret, anguish and anger all at once.

I bet the phrase 'Had I known' was the only thing she could think about and would be the only thing she would think of till her time here on earth is over and even crossing over to the other side.

Her cries, screams and shouts were endless. We at the orphanage home had to listen to all that shout and screams, it was infuriating. Some part of me was happy that she got what she deserved for being a piece of shit to us at the orphanage home and for even killing someone's mom.

Lionel and Michael were so lucky to have escaped this shit hole of a place, I hope I'd get to see them sometime.

That will be a cross that she would have to carry for the rest of eternity. The guilt she always had on her face was very interesting to see and I could tell that same guilt had grown so deep in her it was eating her up slowly. With the nurse's help, it didn't look like her health wasn't getting any better.

"Ahh!!! Somebody help me I don't know what's going on!"a woman screamed out loud carrying her youngest son in her arms to the center of the village.

The distressed mother dropped her son on the ground whose eyes and nose were bringing out blood uncontrollably. This was strange and new.

Soon enough the whole villagers gathered round to see what was happening, people gasped at the poor little child before them, it was a sickening sight to behold.

"Can someone help me please my son is dying. Help! Help! Help! Please" the poor woman bawled out loudly.

The villager stood there watching not knowing what to do or the next course of action to take. The young child was rolling fiercely on the floor with blood pouring out from his nose, mouth, eyes and ears. The men around had gathered about seven of them tried to hold him down but their strength was no match for this child. A force emanated from the child causing the men to withdraw from him.

The child rose from the ground still crying and shouting, he was suspended in the air

"Somebody bring down my baby, help me please!" the mother cried and groaned rolling on the ground, dragging her knees on the ground, begging the men around her to help her, but to no avail all the men withdrew back.

With the boy suspended in the air he started talking in a croaky voice.

"People of gory, thanks to you people I have been set free. Your foolishness has become the beginning of my wisdom for I'll return and bring terror upon this land yet again. For I am of the steward of the lord HUTA (conqueror of all gods) we will set him free and make you all humans pay and this is my parting gift for now........." the young boy started twisting and twitching, breaking his arms and legs making them lifeless. The child cried in terror.

"Mama!" the child said faintly

The mother sat on the ground with her hands on her mouth in terror weeping and scratching the surface of the earth, her child she carried for nine months is going through a misery he was never meant to go through, his life becoming a penalty to be paid for the sins of the land.

How can a mother watch as her child is being taken from her before her very eyes, he was just but a child, he wasn't even up to an epoch (decade)

"Mama save me........." the child said as he was cut off short by the disruption of his neck.

His body became limp falling down lifeless on the ground with the boy being unrecognizable with no single iota of life in him down to even his bones.

The people scattered, shouting and running for their dear lives entering their houses trying to find shelter, I stood perplexed at the sight before me. It was just as the preacher had said initially, but we had refused to listen.

The mother sitting on the ground holding up the bits of her child in her thigh screamed out so loud her voice filled the atmosphere and the thunder and lightning roaring along with her. The rain started falling, but she remained unmoved. She mourned the loss of her child under the heavy downpour of rain.

While everyone had entered into their various houses, I stood still watching the mother mourn her child underneath the rain.

Ever since Lionel and Michael left this village, strange things has been happening. I might as well just sneak out of the village just like they did.

"Repent! People of moonstone, for more evil shall come! This is just the beginning," the preacher shouted loud, walking underneath the rain.