TRAILING SHADOWS

"Wait." Agbawo yelled, waving a white cloth into the air as he stepped forward with a trembling frame. "I know what you want. I'll give you, that is, if you stop with the killings."

"Hm..." A wolf-like grunt escaped from Sunday's lips as he tilted his head forward and downwards.

Sweat dribbled down from his temples just as the chains that held his hands to the ceiling creaked and creaked, increasing the dread that was on the room.

If when still restrained he was this powerful, what then would happen if he finally became unrestrained? 

This very thought is alarming, causing the two Irunmoles, Obedi and Agbawo break out in cold sweat as they examined their prospects of survival should such happen.

Already, they had been outmatched right from the very time Agbawo tried to extract the beast. But still, he had had a twinkle of hope because why not?

It was his job to clean up messes of extravagant fools who knew not the consequences of their actions, just so far they could benefit greatly; they were satisfied.

Agbawo cursed in his heart after Obedi, swearing that he would make sure the ambitious trader had a whole of him later onwards. 

For now, they just had to hope; the both of them that this pulled through. 

After all, it was not like they had any reason to do otherwise. Death was practically looking them in the face.

And while that happened, an entirely different scenario began playing out in the mind of Sunday, where he stands, looking at the sinister smile the wolf had. As before his mindscape is pretty much the same during the first encounter with Agbawo and in the far distance, a throbbing, wisping ball of darkness surged about. It was tiny but yet, enough to significantly dull the vibrance of Sunday's mind at the extreme, bringing with it, a slow spreading hue of darkness with it.

"What does he think I want?" Sunday muttered to himself, a hand to lip as he mused on the words thoughtfully.

"Don't get fooled, you!" The wolf growled, bringing its head down to the face of Sunday.

"Don't you listen to them. They first capture you and plan to have you dead and the next thing they want to do is proffer a deal that they expect you to take.

If you don't know, it's all a trick. This is never over unless we strike them down now. Crush them completely. " The prickled bane winged wolf growled, it's anger knowing no bounds.

Sunday heaved, shutting his eyes while having a thin smile on. His mind ponders deeply, curious to know what exactly would make the wolf that had acted like it did not care about him only to still protect him...

Whatever it was that made this same wolf this panicky and agitated, then he had to hear.

On the outside, Sunday's eyes closed and opened once more. At the reopening, the wild savage look that had been there was visibly gone. And at that, the paws that were all out now start retracting, Obedi dropped unceremoniously to the ground.

Immediate, the remaining living Irunmoles, the ones who had popped out in dark attires turn back and flee into the corners of the room, vanishing into thin air.

Still hanging down from the chains that held his hands at opposite angles to the ceiling, Sunday with the thick frown on, opened his mouth in readiness to speak as he accessed the situation again.

"Speak!" Sunday ordered, a blast of cold air exploding into the room.

Agbawo trembled, holding the flag in both hands that are extended in front of him.

"I know what you want. You have huge power inside of you, the Rare Type Beast. But you can't control it.

If you could, Obedi would never have had a chance at capturing you." 

"Tsk... Damn You!" Obedi cried out, rising from the ground,  after which he dusted his bottom. "What are you even doing? I don't remember paying you for discussion..."

"Shut up! I'm saving your life. Be grateful..." Agbawo retorted, furious at Obedi. Obedi makes to speak, looking to his side since Agbawo had walked to him but the low growl he hears causes him to freeze, the hair on the nape of his neck tingling and rising.

"I can teach you how to control the beast to be readily acessible. You are very powerful but all of that is nothing if you can not truly tame your source of power. I am a practitioner of the law of Osoosi, the Odisha of forest and Wildlife, so I know what I am saying."

"And what if I refuse?" Sunday growled.

At this, Agbawo tensed up, noticing as the paws that were lingering at Sunday's back begin to rise up again, moving slowly towards them.

"Do I look like I am not in control?" Sunday questioned, his eyes flashing.

The next moment, two paws slash through the chains, shattering them at the center, inadvertently freeing him from the restraints. "What's to stop me from killing you all now?"

"You think..." Agbawo tried to stall, desperately thinking of what to say.

"Is this your idea of a saving?" Obedi yelled out, taking slow steps back as Sunday rises up.

"Shut up, you. If you hadn't captured him, we never would have been in this precaurious situation in the first place." Agbawo screamed back in frustration.

Just then, Sunday growled, the wild look returning to his face as his eyes flashed. He has a scrunched out, wicked grin, his eyes flashing yellow lights . Grunting, Sunday drops to one knee, holding his head as he growled.

"I said, stay back." Sunday yelped. He rises to his feet again, heaving and panting but this time, his eyes are back to normal again, a total contrast to before.

"See..." Agbawo said, getting an idea of the entire situation. "The wolf wants to take over and you don't want that... How is that being in control? "