The Choice III ( The Story)

This is the finale.The last part of the Choice Triology.Will something good finally happen?Left to some people, some characters should already be gone.Left to others, nobody should die at all.But almost everyone agrees on one thing. Tobi shouldn't die.But stories don’t end because the crowd agrees.They end because something has already been decided.But first I must ask...if you were in that room with the family, tied up and given a choice to die in their place or to leave but you would be the one to kill them what would you do?While you are thinking of your answer let’s continue from the last choice that was given. The room was quiet, thick with fear.Arinze’s chest heaved. His eyes darted between Bisola and the man who had made this nightmare a reality.“You… you expect me to pick?” Arinze’s voice trembled, raw. “My wife or my life?”The Captor stepped closer, calm, deliberate.“Na you wan choose no waste my time oga.”Arinze shook his head, pleading. “Please… just let us go. Name your price. Money, anything… I will give it to you!”The Captor turned slowly to Bisola, his gaze sharp, piercing.“And na dis man you leave me for? You even get mind carry my pikin… and e no fit die for you.”Bisola’s body shook. Tears ran freely down her face. She didn’t freeze. She didn’t gasp. She just cried, the weight of inevitability crushing her.“I… I tried,” she whispered, defeated. “I tried to protect him…”Arinze’s jaw went slack. His eyes darted to tobi. The pieces clicked too slowly to make sense."Your pikin?, I don't understand"“Tobi…?” he whispered, voice cracking. “He… he’s yours?”The Captor smiled, cold, deliberate.“He resemble you?”Bisola sobbed harder, rocking slightly in her chair.“I’m sorry, I didn’t know how to tell you,” she said, pleading with her husband.Arinze’s body trembled violently.“No… no… this doesn't make sense. How? Bisola, how? What's going on?”The Captor bent down, took tobi's small hands in his much larger ones, and placed the gun there.“Una talk don too much, let me finish what I came to do,” he said as he positioned tobi's hands and aimed it at his mother.Bisola screamed, voice raw, terror ripping through her chest.“NO! Tobi, no!”Tobi hesitated, confused, staring at the gun in his tiny hands.The Captor whispered to him, calm, almost tender.“If you press this button, I'll let you go and buy you all the toys you want.”The shot rang.Bisola’s scream filled the room. Her body collapsed. Life drained from her faster than anyone could comprehend.Arinze fell to his knees, face to the floor, sobbing.“No… no, Bisola, please…”The Captor crouched in front of him, cold and unflinching.“You think say na your money go change everything? You rush believe say choice dey your hand? You don see am now.”Arinze looked up, tears streaked across his face.“Please… please…just let me go, I won’t tell anyone… I won’t—”The Captor shook his head.“The thing be say, I fit give you chance to run make you run go police.”“Ah bros never… I promise,” Arinze quickly interjected.The Captor cackled in response.“I no fit risk am.”The gun went off again.Arinze fell. His last breath carried regret, betrayal, disbelief, sorrow, everything that comes when a man realizes he misjudged life itself.The Captor stood, collected. He lifted tobi carefully untying his bonds cradling him.He turned, leaving the room. Quiet. Final You thought the story was yours to guide. You thought you could pick, decide, save, or survive.But sometimes… the choices you make are already trapped in the consequences you cannot see.Look at what happened. Who survived?what happens to poor Tobi? all dependent on the choice that Bisola made long before you arrived.

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