A long abrupt blast of a car horn was heard from a distance, closing at an intimidating speed. "Get out of the way!", snapped the sheriff. A black high speeding peugeot approached.
"Who has triggered Minteh, now?", the sheriff asked innocently. "Who has the audacity to go cross him?", he continued, with a solemn expression. The car reached the junction in Mitete town and the driver swerved it to his right to make a shockingly sharp turn. The onlookers gasped, unsure of the car wouldn't ram through the nearby buildings. He skillfully controlled the peugeot and accelerated steadily but on a steep murram road. Seated in the car was a seemingly strong man, muscular and intimidatingly determined by the look on his face. His face betrayed no emotion, but he continued pressing his foot on the accerelator. At this point, the car was accelerating at a worrying speed.
What was going on? What was this man doing? Was he trying to commit suicide?
Meanwhile, the residents of Mitete town, led by the sheriff, boarded their cars and some grabbed their two-wheel vehicles and followed hastily.
"Let's go see what has befallen Minteh the son of Lamech," said the sheriff, starting his police car. Many other people followed him and they sloped down a dust-cloudy road that the peugeot had left behind it.
Shortly after, the peugeot then parked in the courtyard of an old bungalow, with a 360 degree drift. The driver let out a heavy sigh before calmly opening the driver door. He stepped out of the peugeot and was greeted by a firm commanding voice that echoed through the braches of the coffee plantation that was adjacent to the bungalow.
"Go back to where you come from while you still have the chance," the voice said. "I am Minteh, the son of Lamech, Sonia's uncle, whom you raped and killed; I am here to bring justice for your evil deeds!", he posed to let the threat sink in before casually calling out, "are you going to come out and meet me, or should I come for you?"
The voice in the plantation laughed maniacally but cut short by the loud snapping of the coffee tree. "You wouldn't have done that," cried the voice.
In a split second, a figure emerged from coffee plantation, and leaping high, the figure confronted Minteh throwing a number of blows in quick succession, yet not landing any.
Then in one swift blow, Minteh knocked the figure, causing it to stagger backwards. And in the process, the hat fell off the figure's head, revealing a slightly old man seemingly in his fifties.
"You thought you were above the law, huh?! Now I will give you a taste of what is done to anyone who is as arrogant and indisciplined as you are, and then make sure you're arrested properly this time!", Minteh promised the man sneeringly. Unexpectedly, in another ghostly swift move, another blow landed in the man's face, then blows started raining down the man's body.
"Not so arrogant now, are you? Huh?," Minteh asked the man holding him by the shoulder.
"Minteh, enough! Let the law take it from here, please!", a voice came from behind him as he dag deep in the man's collar, intending to break is collar bone.
It was the sheriff. He had reach the scene with the residents of Mitete town, just on time to watch this bloody scene, after moments of following the dusty road Minteh had left behind him.
"Where were you when he was raping and killing my niece?", roared Minteh, digging his fingers deeper, causing the man to wince in pain
"We didn't have enough evidence but at least, handle him to the police. After thorough investigations, the courts of law will try him, and if found guilty,.." "...and if found guilty, he will receive his punishment, not so?", Minteh snapped, not letting the sheriff finish his explanation.
"How many crimes has he committed and the police stayed put? How many girls has he raped and he didn't even face the 'courts of law' for trial?", Minteh interrogated the sheriff.
Before the sheriff responded, "crack!", a cracking sound was hard, and the man cried out in agony. "I will kill you Minteh son of Lamech!", the man threatened.
"I hate people who threaten me! Didn't the old man tell you that?", Minteh said to the crying man calmly, while moving his hand to the man's neck, holding a firm grip.
"I, I, I can't breathe!", the man whispered pleadingly.
"Minteh, stop!", said the sheriff pulling out his pistol and pointing it at him. "You can't kill a man in my presence! You're not above the law! Now, put him down, or I shoot you down!"
Minteh chuckled and turned to face the gathered crowd behind him for the first time. Everyone was worried, and the environment grew more tense. He also revealed the man whose collar bone he had snapped. His face was bloody and bruised beyond recognition.
The sheriff was now more than ever determined to end Minteh for this chaos. Some people threw up while others covered their faces, yet others gasped in shock.
"Minteh, don't blame me for being rude! I said put him down!", the sheriff commanded him. But he seemed determined to end the man's life. The man's face started turning pale, as though suffocated by a polythene bag, then red, more red, then "thud", he fell down as Minteh released him.
The man coughed severely as he gasped for breath. Moments later, the sheriff approached slow but steadily, lowering his pistol and putting it back in it's holster.
"Stop right where you are!", a soft but commanding voice spoke to the sheriff, too soft that it seemed like a plea, yet he felt the power in it. Other people seemed not to hear it, yet he did.
"Minteh, was that you?!", the sheriff asked exclamatorily. "Yes," Minteh replied seeming not to have said a word.
"How, how do you do that?," asked the sheriff, puzzled, reaching for his holster
"You're a friend of my family's; never point your gun in my direction! I don't want to hurt you," he said calmly.
"O, Okay, I get that," stammered the sheriff sweating. "But how does he do that?! He seems to be talking to me through my mind! Has he mastered the art of divine communication and telepathy?", thought the sheriff, wondering.
"You can think whatever you want, but keep my words in your mind," Minteh said to the sheriff, dropping the fighters' aura to a normal man.
By this time, the man had regained his composure, "so fearful! I wonder how you be a descendant of Lamech!," he taunted Minteh.
Minteh, who was now preparing to leave stopped in his tracks. "You fool! You wouldn't have done it!," muttered the sheriff.
"Run back home to mummy and suck some milk from her boo...," the man's words were cut short by a sharp instant killing jab to the throat. His whole body lay back limp. He was dead.
Minteh had just killed a man before a law enforcer.
"Bang!"