Journey of a broken maiden

Chapter two

There, within a portion of knee-length brush, stood a man clad in a dark-green uniformed attire. His legs hidden underneath the grasses. His face, masked with cruel delight wrinkled into several shades of emotions that had no business to do with sadness, guilt but every damn bit to do with sheer anticipation. And Mma, knew that whatever would follow wouldn't be good.

In her momentarily dazed state, she stared. Mouth tight shut, teeth locked together obscuring all means not to get noticed. Oh, she knew better that to even shift her foot to chase off the mosquito happily suckling her blood. The sting buried in the much more greater scene.

Her heart, which had grown accustomed to banging in her chest stubbornly knocked her interior so badly she fought not to pass out under the pressure.
Silently, she watched as the man made a gesture she understood to be communication behind him. Several other men dressed cooperatively flagging the identity of newly bunch of mad soldier, matched towards him, and, now that she looked even close by extending her neck, realized a woman—No. Girl, doubled over and writhing in pain on the dirty slippery earth.

Her focus centered on the young human obviously battling with severe pain. Red liquid navigated from the front of her skull down to the small her nose covering the imaginable fright renting the form of her face. At that instant, she wanted to scream, lung for them and dislocate every inch of their body fracture. But the gun, the deadly weapon clutched so ceremoniously in each of their hands stopped her cold. The tons of bullets their kind had been releasing at every vulnerable being for the past two days still replayed the illusion of same kind in her ear.

The said soldier over her kicked her once in the belly, causing the innocent girl to roll off to the side almost racing involuntarily down a slippery jagged edges. A quick return kick from same soldier withheld the fatal travel from taking course. A low excruciating moan tore through the air. Mma's heart shriveled in her chest. Tears ignited by the misery the girl must be experiencing narrowed down her cheeks unknowing to her.

The man above her twisted his far too large head around to laugh looking at the other four. Totally enjoying her condition. Knowing he was the cause of it must have add to the thrill.

Silence ensured. The latest cry of protest ceased. So as the shocking devilish smile on their faces. This only served to prove a vital point: they fed on her pain. Her cry. And her taking a break from serving them just that, not only wiped the damned expression on their faces, but infuriated them to the core. The low animal-like growl that sharpened out through his throat sent shivers down the spine of Mma at her very hiding. Pondering on that shocking aspect, she couldn't help but wonder what the helpless victim must have felt.

Her musing suspended as she jerked her gaze back to the soldier in time to witness the fatal slam he directed to her chest. The fragile human reacted throwing quite a startling howl up above as if in accusation for not receiving a help. That seemed to trigger happiness for they beamed. One of them elbowed the next and they broke into ear-stinging laugh that, ironically, showed the evil lurking not only above them, also alive in their eyes.

Her hand, a tiny looking bone trembled up in attempt of a shield. Mma's conscience tore to pieces. The tears once running inch to scanty now descended like a fountain down her face. In her hiding, tried to make sense of what actually transpired right in front of her. How dark's the thought of mankind. How remorseless they are to extract great pleasure in torturing a fellow human. Of course she had been there when it all broke out. The beginning of doom nestled upon every individual bearing the identity of Igbo. The wickedness that had seen many families separated with no hope of ever reuniting.

Her knee weak from all the labor it experienced, shook in abstract exhaustion. No amount of will she tried to instill worked to steady her from a fall she knew due to windup if she doesn't get her bottom down to the ground. Tears hot like lava plastered as one inseparatable compound element on her face.