The Night Hunt

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No one ever committed murder in Lagos; no! Not in the way the would-be-killer was planning to strike at his potential victim. The would-be-killer wore a black hooded sweatshirt on a pair of black jeans, blending with the night. He furiously chain-smoked cigarette at a corner on Broad street, Marina- dead of the night!

He watched his potential victim, a lady in a grey suit and skirt, with a black handbag, as she crossed to the other side of the road, walking towards the nearest bus stop. He watched her from his position, trying to decide whether to do her or not. He followed her casually, glancing about nervously. At the last minute- and with a grunt- he changed his mind. Thing was, he hadn't done this sort of thing before- to take another man, or woman's- life.

In reality- whatever that means- he was a banker with one of the top banks in Victoria Island. He had a pretty wife and smart little kids- 8 and 12, both of them, boys. He walked the regular nine to five, no more, no less. He had a good paycheck- he was comfortable, but his life was a massive bore to him. He hated it! He needed a rush, so he took to drinking. When that didn't help, he chain-smoked. He still did that, but he just wasn't getting the rush he wanted, or needed. He had done weed, sniffed coke and tried just about everything out there on the streets. So, he had begun to really think about it- taking another man's life. The more he thought about it, the more the idea seemed to appeal to him. He couldn't really point out how he had begun thinking of offing someone, but that really didn't matter now, or did it? He shrugged and smoked some more. Then he spotted a couple holding hands and laughing as they started his way. He watched them with interest. They held a certain promise. He sense their vulnerability. Already, he was getting charged up. He reached into his pocket for the small knife. He mind was clearer now; no hesitation, he was full of purpose. He glanced about to see if the coast was clear. It was. Well, well, well, here goes something, or nothing? He wasn't sure which was which.

He walked over to them, startlingly them.

"Jesus, you scared us," the lady said, an embarrassed smile on her face. He could see she was very beautiful in a modern woman sort of way- again, whatever that means. It was a real pity for her though, death is a-calling, he thought. He didn't even bother with an apology. With a single thrust, he took the life of the man- the stronger one first you know, gotta be mindful of these things. He felt the man's body as it sagged from the thrust of the knife. The man eyes were opened wide in disbelief, or was it fear? He couldn't tell in the dark. The woman was at present, stupefied. Before she could recover from the shock, he knifed her too, killing her instantly. He felt like a god, with the power to take lives at will. Yes, he was right, this was what was missing; this was the rush he needed. He cut them some more, as much as he could, also as fast as he could, enjoying it. He didn't for once believed he was insane. No sir, no way. He was the sanest person on planet earth. He felt very much satisfied too. Hurray! Mission accomplished. La-di-da.

Oddly enough, as he walked away from the kill- the hunt if you please- the killer was humming "amazing grace". Now, what brought that about, he wondered that. Then he remembered tomorrow was Monday. He groaned at the thought of going back to work. But that couldn't be helped at the moment, could it?. Atleast, tonight was a great night.

"Amazing grace."

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