Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter 12 – Nigerian Christmas Story, Funny, Kidnap Santa Clause, Adventure, Children and Mischief, Free Web Novel, Fabling, Pam
The gunshot reverberated through the night, causing Atutu to panic, but before he could react, Ebuka crept up behind him and slammed the stick into his neck. Atutu crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Ebuka stared at the man’s limp form, his mind racing. He needed to act quickly. Remembering the clothesline in the backyard, he ran to it, yanked it down, and hastily tied Atutu up.
Inside the storehouse, Oyinbo had resigned himself to his fate. He was about to die, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. But Chukwuma, his heart pounding with adrenaline, wasn’t ready to give up. As Ọ̀gbeni tried to shake him off, Chukwuma kicked and screamed, finally clamping his teeth around the man’s ear. The force of his bite sent Ọ̀gbeni crashing to the ground beside Oyinbo, who could do nothing but silently pray for mercy.
“I will kill you! I will effing kill you!” Ọ̀gbeni roared, clutching his bleeding head in disbelief as he stared at the blood in his hands.
Chukwuma spat out the ear, then started retching.
“I will make your death pain you,” Ọ̀gbeni growled, taking a menacing step towards the boy. But before he could get close, the door burst open, and a panicked Ebuka rushed in, stick in hand.
Ọ̀gbeni turned to fire at Ebuka, but his shot went wide as Chukwuma lunged at his ankles, sinking his teeth in deep. “You little piece of shit!” Ọ̀gbeni snarled, trying to kick Chukwuma away. But the boy’s teeth were locked in like a dog’s, refusing to let go. Desperate, Ọ̀gbeni pointed his gun at Chukwuma, but before he could pull the trigger, Ebuka slammed the plank into his head with all his might. The impact sent Ọ̀gbeni stumbling, and Chukwuma seized the moment, biting down on the man’s wrist, causing him to drop the gun.
With a final surge of energy, Ebuka tackled Ọ̀gbeni, the two of them crashing to the ground in a violent struggle. As they wrestled, Chukwuma crawled to pick up the gun. For the first time, he held a real gun in his hands, and the feeling of power surged through him like a drug.
He looked up at the two men fighting—one, his teenage brother, and the other, a hardened criminal. Seeing Ọ̀gbeni gaining the upper hand and beating his brother mercilessly, Chukwuma fired a shot. The loud bang echoed in the room, and both men froze.
“Get on your knees, or I will shoot you. Yes, you heard me, I will kill you, I will paint this place with the colour of your brain.” Chukwuma’s voice was cold and menacing, a stark contrast to the boy he had been just hours ago. Both Ebuka and Ọ̀gbeni were taken aback, fear creeping into their hearts as they realised the transformation in the boy.
Ọ̀gbeni, desperate, tried to inch closer, attempting to talk Chukwuma down. But Ebuka grabbed him, pulling him back. “Don’t push him,” Ebuka whispered, seeing the madness in his brother’s eyes.
But Ọ̀gbeni, driven by fear and desperation, shoved Ebuka aside and lunged for the gun. Chukwuma fired again, this time hitting Ọ̀gbeni’s legs. The man cried out in pain as he collapsed to the ground, clutching his wounded leg. The boy had a good aim for his age.
“Ebuka, tie him up!” Chukwuma ordered. Ebuka, shaken but obedient, quickly tied up the struggling Ọ̀gbeni. Despite his injuries, Ọ̀gbeni tried to resist, but one look at the bloodlust in Chukwuma’s eyes made him think twice.
With the criminals subdued, Ebuka walked over to Chukwuma, who was now pointing the gun at him. “You lied to me. You told me Father Christmas was real. I did all this for my money… How do I get my money?” Chukwuma sobbed, his voice breaking with anger and betrayal. He was going to shoot him. He was going to kill his own brother.
Ebuka’s heart pounded in his chest. He had never seen this side of Chukwuma before. This wasn’t just anger—this was something deeper, something terrifying. But despite his fear, he knew he had to act. Slowly, he walked towards Chukwuma, his hands raised in surrender.
As he got close enough, he gently pushed the gun down and took it from his crying brother’s trembling hands. For a moment, the two brothers stood there, the weight of everything that had happened hanging in the air. Then, in a split second, Ebuka raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap across Chukwuma’s face.
The slap echoed in the small room, and Chukwuma stood frozen, his tears flowing freely now. Ebuka, his own heart breaking, pulled his little brother into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry, Chukwuma. I’m so sorry,” he whispered, holding him as they both cried.
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