03-04-2019, 04:49 PM
Night Brings the Hunter Pt. 05
"Well, I can saw a woman in two,
But you won't want to look in the box when I'm through.
I can make love disappear.
For my next trick, I'll need a volunteer."
-Warren Zevon, "For My Next Trick, I'll Need A Volunteer"
David Igazi was sitting in front of three televisions. One was tuned to CNN, one was tuned to the local news in Uongo, and the third was tuned to BBC World News. The two bigger news services, as was often the case, knew four or five facts and were rewording those facts in every conceivable way until more information came in.
They knew that Lady Maria Louisa Francesca de San Finzione's helicopter had failed to rendezvous with a military supply convoy at a refugee camp two days ago, that the helicopter had been found with three dead and two unaccounted for, including Lady Maria herself. No ransom demand had been made or video released to the media, but the area where her helicopter went down was near the territory of the brutal warlord David Igazi.
Igazi smiled at the mention of his name as they reworded as much as possible the other things they knew: That search parties were underway and that Contessa Helena de San Finzione had been unreachable for comment. The newscaster for the local news had nothing on the story and was instead talking about glorious production outputs for the next quarter. Behind him, the door to the hut opened and the large Englishman escorted Helena into the room. Igazi turned from the TV as reporters were commenting about the recent disappearance of Russian Grandmaster Garry Kasparov.
He pulled two bottles of beer out of a cooler and set one before the empty chair that Helena walked over to while he opened his own with his teeth. She sat down and opened hers against the edge of the poker table.
"The world has learned of your disappearance, Demon." Igazi told her, lighting a new cigar. Helena produced a pack of cigarettes and lit one herself.
"I prefer MSNBC," Helena responded, taking a drink. She hadn't had a Budweiser since she was a teenager. She hadn't missed much. "That Rachel Maddow, umm, you just KNOW she knows how to eat pussy."
David Igazi smiled and let out a big laugh. A smile and laugh that made Helena think he was about to extol the virtues of 7-Up over cola-based soft drinks.
"So," Helen said in English, taking a drag. "You've got me here. Maria seems to be ok. Now we should get to WHY you want me."
"Just so. But first, I require a demonstration of the power that they say you possess." He nodded to the Englishman, who motioned to someone outside and stepped out of the building. Two more men entered and tossed a scared young woman into the room. She fell to the floor, looking up in horror at Igazi. Igazi walked over to the girl and looked at Helena, the guards keeping their guns on her.
"This," he said, clapping his hand on the girl's shoulder. She let out a yelp, but he looked down at her and she cringed back. "is Umiwama. Her village's tribute was inadequate, so I took her instead. As you can see, she is terrified of what I have in store for her; making money for me. You will use your witchcraft to make her enjoy her new life as my most devoted and profitable whore."
Helena looked at the girl and looked back up to meet Igazi's gaze.
"I'd tell you to eat my shit, but I took care of that when I got here."
"You do not understand, Demon. This girl's holes are going to bring me money. What is up to you is whether or not they do so freely out on the streets or chained to a bed in a basement. On the street, she may bring in enough to make me forgo collecting her village's tribute for a few months. In the basement... well, she has sisters that could join her. Together they may bring in enough."
Helena put out her cigarette. At any moment, she could simply do her Thing and command Igazi to release Umiwama with her and Maria and order all of his men to drop their weapons and surrender to her, but the guards watching Maria had been ordered to shoot her if Igazi appeared to be "bewitched," and there was no guarantee that she could stop them in time. She steeled herself and knelt before the girl.
"Umiwama," she said calmly, laying her hands on the girl's shoulders more gently than Igazi did. "That name's Kinyarwanda, isn't it? Doesn't it mean 'Daughter of God'?" She'd asked in that language and the girl nodded. Igazi stepped back and sat in a pappasan chair as he watched them.
"Well, I can saw a woman in two,
But you won't want to look in the box when I'm through.
I can make love disappear.
For my next trick, I'll need a volunteer."
-Warren Zevon, "For My Next Trick, I'll Need A Volunteer"
David Igazi was sitting in front of three televisions. One was tuned to CNN, one was tuned to the local news in Uongo, and the third was tuned to BBC World News. The two bigger news services, as was often the case, knew four or five facts and were rewording those facts in every conceivable way until more information came in.
They knew that Lady Maria Louisa Francesca de San Finzione's helicopter had failed to rendezvous with a military supply convoy at a refugee camp two days ago, that the helicopter had been found with three dead and two unaccounted for, including Lady Maria herself. No ransom demand had been made or video released to the media, but the area where her helicopter went down was near the territory of the brutal warlord David Igazi.
Igazi smiled at the mention of his name as they reworded as much as possible the other things they knew: That search parties were underway and that Contessa Helena de San Finzione had been unreachable for comment. The newscaster for the local news had nothing on the story and was instead talking about glorious production outputs for the next quarter. Behind him, the door to the hut opened and the large Englishman escorted Helena into the room. Igazi turned from the TV as reporters were commenting about the recent disappearance of Russian Grandmaster Garry Kasparov.
He pulled two bottles of beer out of a cooler and set one before the empty chair that Helena walked over to while he opened his own with his teeth. She sat down and opened hers against the edge of the poker table.
"The world has learned of your disappearance, Demon." Igazi told her, lighting a new cigar. Helena produced a pack of cigarettes and lit one herself.
"I prefer MSNBC," Helena responded, taking a drink. She hadn't had a Budweiser since she was a teenager. She hadn't missed much. "That Rachel Maddow, umm, you just KNOW she knows how to eat pussy."
David Igazi smiled and let out a big laugh. A smile and laugh that made Helena think he was about to extol the virtues of 7-Up over cola-based soft drinks.
"So," Helen said in English, taking a drag. "You've got me here. Maria seems to be ok. Now we should get to WHY you want me."
"Just so. But first, I require a demonstration of the power that they say you possess." He nodded to the Englishman, who motioned to someone outside and stepped out of the building. Two more men entered and tossed a scared young woman into the room. She fell to the floor, looking up in horror at Igazi. Igazi walked over to the girl and looked at Helena, the guards keeping their guns on her.
"This," he said, clapping his hand on the girl's shoulder. She let out a yelp, but he looked down at her and she cringed back. "is Umiwama. Her village's tribute was inadequate, so I took her instead. As you can see, she is terrified of what I have in store for her; making money for me. You will use your witchcraft to make her enjoy her new life as my most devoted and profitable whore."
Helena looked at the girl and looked back up to meet Igazi's gaze.
"I'd tell you to eat my shit, but I took care of that when I got here."
"You do not understand, Demon. This girl's holes are going to bring me money. What is up to you is whether or not they do so freely out on the streets or chained to a bed in a basement. On the street, she may bring in enough to make me forgo collecting her village's tribute for a few months. In the basement... well, she has sisters that could join her. Together they may bring in enough."
Helena put out her cigarette. At any moment, she could simply do her Thing and command Igazi to release Umiwama with her and Maria and order all of his men to drop their weapons and surrender to her, but the guards watching Maria had been ordered to shoot her if Igazi appeared to be "bewitched," and there was no guarantee that she could stop them in time. She steeled herself and knelt before the girl.
"Umiwama," she said calmly, laying her hands on the girl's shoulders more gently than Igazi did. "That name's Kinyarwanda, isn't it? Doesn't it mean 'Daughter of God'?" She'd asked in that language and the girl nodded. Igazi stepped back and sat in a pappasan chair as he watched them.
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