Ancil“How do you know?” Sara asked in shock.
Anansi then pointed to the purple sore that was only barely visible and just appearing on her hand. “The symbiote inside you caused you to lose weight. I thought you looked familiar and I just connect the dots. It wasn’t that hard. Suraj Singh’s oldest daughter was skilled with the gun and with the fist,” Anansi smiled.
Sara cupped her hand over the sore.
“You don’t have to hide it. It clear that you turn over a new leaf. Maybe you could convince your father to do the same,” Anansi said, coughing out blood in the process, his voice hoarse.
“He already did,” Sara said. “Do you know where he is?”
“If you looking for your father you could find him in Fishing Pond. Where in Fishing Pond? I don’t know. The entire area covered by such a thick fog that it almost impossible to move forward. The countless number of douens and jumbies in the fog makes the task one hundred times more difficult.”
“We’ll find a way.” Sara said.
I sighed.
The earth started to shake again in short jolts.
“Get out the way. Is me HE coming for, not allyuh.”
There wasn’t any time. Seconds after, the Lagahoo came bursting through the door with a force that pushed Sara and me to the ground. The web house fell apart and crumbled into itself and was basically destroyed. The Lagahoo made the strong webs of Anansi look as fragile as that of a normal spider web. The Lagahoo seemed to have gotten bigger than he was before. Much bigger. He grabbed Anansi with one of his massive arms and with the other he began punching Anansi into the ground causing a deeper crater in the ground with every punch. With every blow more of Anansi’s blood appeared on the Lagahoo’s fist and the ground violently shook each time. He wouldn’t stop.
I didn’t know where Sara was. I had lost her when the Lagahoo burst through the door. I was covered in web from the house and it was heavy. The web weighed me down so much so that I could barely move with it stuck to my sweaty skin. Every time I tried to stand up the tremors from the Lagahoo’s punches threw me back down. As long as two minutes had past and he was still punching Anansi showing no signs of stopping. There was no way that Anansi could have survived that.
“Heeeel boy heeel!!!” A voice shouted causing the Lagahoo to abruptly stop. I had heard the voice before….somewhere but I couldn’t see anything because I was blinded by the dust and ash in the air.
“It must have something special about you Jed,” The voice said. “How come one boy could survive so long in Jumbie Island?”
“I had help,” I responded. The dust and ash had cleared up but I still couldn’t see anything or who I was talking to. The place was still dark but I saw, faintly, a red flowing cape that was so large that it blocked my vision of everything beyond it. A cold and unusually heavy breeze seemed to be blowing giving me a chill that had me shaking in a way that I had never been shook before. Whoever was there had a presence that can only be described as evil. I felt all the blood draining from my face and my heart thumping on my chest as though it was once again trying to escape the horror it was about to witness, but this time it was more determined. My whole body reacted in fear all on its own even though I still had no idea who was standing in front of me but after my eyes became adjusted I saw a…. hat. An oversized hat with a fringed brim and I knew that it could only be one man.
“You have a cape now?” I asked. The Midnight Robber was probably just as dangerous as the Lagahoo but I was less afraid of him since he was somewhat more reasonable and less brute force. He claimed to only kill the unjust but I was beginning to question the validity of his statement.
“It does come with superiority,” the Midnight Robber said. His face lit up as he fired on his lantern exposing his masked face and the gray device over his mouth riddled with speaker holes. “Something you would never get to experience in your short life.” His voice was deep and each word he spoke penetrated my soul.
