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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 09/29/2015
LIFT - A Place for Strangers (Complete Version)
Born 1994, M, from Khargone, IndiaLIFT
A Place for Strangers
I was on the way to somewhere. It was a long way to the destination and harmony of that heavy raining was annoying. However, the most annoying thing was I didn’t know where to go!
I didn’t remember anything, not even my name. I knew I was drunk, but drunken people don't forget their name, “usually”.
I didn’t know anyone there but there were apartments. I thought to check their, might be someone help me. Nevertheless who was going to do, because I was the only one who was wandering in that rain rather than taking hot bath or having a hot cup of coffee?
That building was huge and I could feel the silence of that; as it was waiting for me to break the silence.
I checked there but no one was on the ground floor and the security guard was not an option for me. However then I saw some movements.
Someone was in the lift!
I went to the lift, and that was really a bad idea. In front of me, a tall man, wearing a black jacket, pitch black, was standing there. The eyes were red, were showing the hunger for blood. Long beard, dirty shoes, and, he was completely wet. He was looking very scary! Moreover, in that black rainy night, he was looking like a ruthless demon of the hell waiting for someone’s soul.
Then suddenly I saw something; something that chilled my bone!
It was a knife in his hand. A long knife having fine curved blade, and, was dripping something red.
Yes! It was blood!
I turned back with the fear and suddenly I heard his voice that made my heart to stand still.
.
‘Where are you going my friend? Lift is working fine!’
I turned. I was staring at him, but I couldn't speak a word.
‘Hello Pal! I am talking to you. Lift is working, come in.’
I didn't want to go inside but I made my move. I had an eerie feeling. I could imagine that how much harm he could do to me. Furthermore, after a look, I was also sure that if I will try to run then it could be more harmful for me. Who knows!
‘Which floor?’ he asked.
I didn’t know where to go. I chose a haphazard one. ‘Second please.’ I said
I gazed at the lift. A blank box of light color was there with the fear of strange dark. That night was late; 2:45 AM was the time.
No one of us had spoken for the moment, and then.
‘My name is James!’ He told me his name.
I was just staring at him. This is not good. I said nothing.
He said again ‘what's your name, my friend?’ and he smiled.
‘I am …...S.. !’ Wait! Who am I? F**k! I don’t even remember my name.
‘I think you drunk very tight, buddy.’ He said.
‘No! I am okay. It was just a regular drink.’
‘Hmm! I can see that.’ He said sarcastically.
I was observing his movement by my sight, but he was clever than I thought. Quietness had broken down when he noticed.
‘What are you looking at now?’ He moved suddenly.
‘I…uhh…nothing …what?’ I was just shocked.
He grinned and that was scary.
I don't want to know anymore who I am. I just want to get out from this lift. I had spent at least five minutes in that lift but still my watch is showing 2:45 AM. I think my watch is also horrified that's why its heart is not beating anymore.
‘Are you afraid of me?’ He said without a notice period.
‘Who…me…af.af.ra..afraid. Nope. Who told you that?’ I smiled to hide my fear.
He laughed loudly. ‘Hmm! You are; sweating, looking at your watch frequently, and f**king tense. Yeah! You are not afraid.’ He was mocking me.
I said nothing. I was just looking at the base and the door.
‘You are horrified! I can catch you pal. I know I am looking frightening actually I haven’t shaved for a month.’ He was rubbing his beard. ‘Don’t say you are thinking that I will harm you! Don’t worry pal, I am not going to kill you, “least not right now”.’ He laughed again.
I wanted to cry.
Why did I choose this lift as my destination; now it’s feeling like it will be the final one. Late in the night, no one is in the lift except than this filthy monster and why doesn’t he shut his mouth for a moment? Thanks God for giving me this s**t so badly. Thank you again!
I looked at my watch; it was 2:45 AM as I expected.
‘I am not afraid OK!’ I congregated all my strength but truly I was.
He pierced his eyes into mine. ‘Then you should be!’
His eyes were full of blood but I could feel the blankness in those deep eyes that were directly trying to remind me something, which I had forgotten, which I didn’t understand.
I was horrified but I tried to show my strength.
‘Why so?’ I asked very dramatically.
He showed me his blade. ‘OK! Let me tell you which I know then you will understand what fear is and how bad it is.’
After a long break he started. ‘I worked for Godfather. He was good in giving assignment and I was good in completing them.’ He was sharing his story without my invitation.
‘What kind of assignments?’ I asked. Actually I had no interest in that talk but I was trying to make me feel safe.
He grinned. ‘I am an Assassin, my friend!’ ‘I am a Monster!’ He took a pause and then again. ‘Yes… I am!’
I was startled but I didn’t show him any sign of fear. I was waiting for him to roar again but he didn’t.
‘So…’ as I tried to speak he interrupted me.
‘Everyone has a past, and I had it too. I had some beautiful memories, full with essence of love. Nevertheless, it had all vanished in the dirt of my deeds. I was a common man once, like you. Drinking, roaming, and enjoying were only things for me but all of those had changed when I saw her first.’ He smiled. ‘She was beautiful, intelligent, and most important “Attitude”.’ He was lost in his thoughts. He was looking at the only light source in the lift. He sighed ‘but everything has to be changed and it had, because I loved to be the animal’.
‘Then what happened? Could you complete your love drama please?’ This time I made sarcasm. ‘Was she that much beautiful?’
He smiled ‘more than you can imagine’. ‘I loved her, more than anything, everything. We met again in my apartment, I embraced her, and I kissed her.’
‘I made her mine and then...’
‘Then what?’ I was imagining a bed time story, that prince would come and save the princess from the dragon. Nevertheless, he was the dragon this time.
‘And then, I killed her!’
He was just looking blankly into my eyes. His eyes were not guilty instead it was trying to remind me something. Nevertheless I was shocked. What kind of the story it was? What kind of the lover he was? I hadn’t had any word for that actually I didn’t understand what he had just said.
Wait a second! Is he playing with me? Is this whole situation just a prank?
‘Excuse me! Are you f**king kidding me? I know the surrounding is scary and even you, in a sense, are just like a monster but I am not a child OK!’
‘Go and find someone else, and try to f**k him by your story. I’m not scared….ta-da! Now tell me where is your f**king camera and your a**holes, your friends.’ I shouted.
‘This is not a child play you bastard!’ He exploded. ‘Remember you Son of a Bitch; I killed all of my friends because they all were same, like you.’ His explosions were going on. Then he took a gap.
After a second thought I finally asked. ‘Then why did you...do that.’ Actually right after that theatrical drama, I hadn’t had believe on his story anymore. Nevertheless I wanted to make the situation easy for me so I let him to continue.
He already expected my question. ‘I had to. I hadn't had any choice.’
‘Killing is not a way! You could have made the choice.’ I was arguing.
‘Sometimes you don't get a chance to demand.’ He was writing all by himself.
‘Perhaps you had selected the worst.’ I stated.
‘So I did!’ He directed to the end.
‘What made you so helpless? I didn’t get it.’ I asked.
He looked at me.
‘I thought… you would like to share.’ I hesitated to ask.
He gazed at my watch then he broke the silence with some silly words.
‘You are obsessed with your watch, uhh!’
I expected more. He took a second and then he continued.
‘I was always a road side badass. However, I was just a toddler for that dark world until he got his eyes upon me. He observed me carefully. He had already understood that, for the money and glory, I could do anything. Furthermore yes, He offered me the same but he took each and every tiny peace of myself from me. He altered a badass into a brutal murderer. Killing was the only way for me to solve any argument. Pulling the trigger was the easiest thing for me!
I had a unique style that before killing anyone I make cut on my palm. As time passed I became more and more cruel. I hadn’t had to pull the trigger anymore because every thing that I could see, I could have used as a lethal weapon. They offered me more and more as I am killing more for them. I became hungrier as I feed myself more and more.
Once I stayed in a local hotel. My Godfather had given me a chance, as an appreciation for my loyalty to him, which I never had.
Late at the night, she came into my room. She was intensely looking at me that was making me more uncomfortable because I had never with a girl. She was a beautiful mystery for me. She was a prostitute.
I was just doing the sitting work but she was impatient. She started undressing. I insisted her to wait for while.
Within a moment I gathered my dispersed confident and I asked her name, but she refused my application ‘that doesn’t matter’. As I asked again ‘why you are doing this?’ she replied ‘Are you going to do anything? Go fast because you have only two hours and whatever’s the matter with you; I am not going to refund them’. Moreover, from that moment I started to like her. She was the first and finest girl I had ever known.
I asked her to sit beside me ‘how much did they pay you?’ but her answer made my jaw to drop. My eyes were wide; actually I got comparatively less money for my first kill. Thus you know pleasure is more important than someone’s life.
I told her you would get your money but right now just sit and tell me something about you. First thing she told me that ‘you are the weirdest customer’. However I never mind.
Whole night we did talking rather than sex and I had to pay her for the rest of the night. I didn’t let her sleep. At that night I had spoken freely. I felt more freedom than ever. Finally she did the same. She told me her real name; real profession; real dream. She wanted to be a college graduate that’s why she was doing that job. Really! Is a degree worth more than someone’s soul? I think dreams worth it!
On that day I realized that people are doing very hard to just fulfill their needs and I am getting in bulk by just killing them.
The conversation had happened on that night had never ended. When we had come too close, when I had fallen in love I don’t know.
However that didn’t change anything. She wanted me to leave that black market game and live a simple life but I never listened to her. Still that fake respect and that blood money were precious to me. I was on the same way but in love you always have to sacrifice something and I did twice.
Finally I decided to be a human being again. I told my Godfather that ‘Father! I can’t kill anymore’. He wasn’t surprised, as he already knew what I am going to say. He knew everything. He came close to me and told me ‘I had very big plan for you but you changed your mind. No problem! But you have to give me a favor’. He looked into my eyes for a while ‘I would be your best man!’ and he laughed loudly. ‘What did you think; what do you expect from me; you are just as my son. You served me well and enough. I love you.’
I couldn’t believe what I had heard. As I moved to go, he interjected me. ‘James!’ I turned but I had an unknown fear. ‘Good Luck’. He stated.
I thought I am finally free but I always believed in fake.
Two week later, twenty men came to my apartment with my father. I was shocked. As I tried to move, my father commanded me to sit down! They dragged a girl with them. Her head was cover in the cloth. Then on his command one of them pushed that girl just in front of me. He gave me a knife and told me to remove her mask. Therefore, I did.
I was startled. It was she!
I was crying profusely. He told me ‘kill her otherwise I would going to do but before that each of us going to rape her first. Moreover if she survived, that I don’t think so, I would skinned her’. I was horrified. I was weeping, I pleaded to them ‘Let her go father, kill me if you want but let her go’.
He didn’t listen. He made a cut on her face and started to rip her cloths. He was shouting ‘No one can take my business from me. She is a whore and she will die like a bitch’. As I tried to stop them someone stabbed me from the back. I started to bleed as I fell down on the floor. Still I can hear her weep. All of them were laughing on my helplessness.
Suddenly my master told them to stop ‘Something is missing. Aah! Yes, your style’. He cut my palm ‘Don’t you want to do that before your final kill. You love it my son, my f**king ba***rd son!’ and he hit me on my head. I was helpless and profusely bleeding. They started to beat her and within a minute, she lost her sense of control.
They were tearing her cloths. She was naked and unconscious. I crawled and I took her close to me. I looked into her eyes; her eyes were moist but crystal clear. I could see my image into her eyes. I had seen a beast into her eyes. A beast who never hesitated to kill was crying on his helplessness. I had seen a man who he truly was.
I said how much I love her; I embraced her; I kissed her. I made her mine and then finally I finished my love story.
I was crying, shouting profusely. When one of them tried to kill me, he stopped him ‘Don’t need to kill him! Let him live like a dead’. He let me stayed alive to feel guilt, to cry on my deed.
I stared at him ‘Yes! You are right. I am a Dead Man’!’
Then he said nothing.
‘Is it over?’ I asked unemotionally.
‘No!’
‘Then what happened next?’
‘I killed them all!’
It took a while for me to understand. As I tried to react suddenly with a jerk I felt that lift has stopped. Door was opening. It was second floor. Finally I got a chance to get rid of this s**t and I didn’t want to miss it.
‘Oh! I have to go now. It’s my floor. It was a nice talk, hope we will meet again.’ I tried to convince him.
I walked out to the lift. It was a very long journey. I thought that would be the end but suddenly I heard his voice again.
‘You know what pal?’
I turned. I tried to express myself normal.
‘All of them are dead except one.’
Within a second ‘Who is that?’ I asked without an interest.
He said nothing. He raised his palm. I could see more than twenty deep cuts. ‘It would be my last cut.’ He unleashed his curved knife from his pocket and started to cut his palm. He was bleeding!
I was confused what was he trying to say. I tried to remember his story then suddenly something crawled under my skin.
‘Are you mad? Why are you cutting your palm?’ I shouted in fear.
‘I already told you. I cut my palm whenever I….’
‘Yeah I f**king know it but here. Am I! Are you! F**k!’ I was horrified.
‘You told me your story I am your friend. Try to think for a second.’ I tried my best.
‘Then you should observe that I killed all my friends.’ He started to move.
‘Listen to me please!’ I was crying. I knew that it would be my end.
He shouted ‘She pleaded too but did you listen?’
I observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was running out but suppressed the urge to check my watch. I took a deep breath and started counting in reverse under my breath. “Ten, nine, eight, seven…” Then I was quite.
I got my consciousness back, and I was shocked. The gun was in my mouth. I controlled myself and threw that gun away. I didn’t understand what happened to me. Moreover, what about that psycho? I checked my watch; it was 3:02 AM. I had been unconscious for almost fifteen minutes. What is going on? What happened to me?
I moved my gaze. I was at an apartment but don’t know where.
I looked around and then my gaze stuck on a photograph. It was not much clear so I tried to pick it up. Sudden I felt intense pain. I saw there was too many and deep cuts in my palm. I was bleeding.
I ignored that and focused my gaze on that photograph. My heart wasn’t beating anymore. It was stand still! The whole story was flashing around me. The scenes of my past were my present now. I wasn’t the witness of that story rather I was a victim. It was my story, my life!
Her picture showed me my real face. Guilt covered my heart completely. Everything happened to her was because of me. I let her cry. I let her die.
I sat on the sofa and I was thinking about everything.
Love and pain, I can remember only about them. Her face is clear for me now. I can imagine her beauty, her simplicity, and her attitude that I like most. I can admire everything but now it is too long for me to stay away from her. I held the gun into my hands. I took a deep breath. With every essence of air I can feel her presence inside my heart, I am remembering her, embracing her, and kissing her. I am giving myself to her and then…
The End
Written by-
Jayant R Gupta
mechjayant@gmail.com
LIFT - A Place for Strangers (Complete Version)(jayant R)
LIFT
A Place for Strangers
I was on the way to somewhere. It was a long way to the destination and harmony of that heavy raining was annoying. However, the most annoying thing was I didn’t know where to go!
I didn’t remember anything, not even my name. I knew I was drunk, but drunken people don't forget their name, “usually”.
I didn’t know anyone there but there were apartments. I thought to check their, might be someone help me. Nevertheless who was going to do, because I was the only one who was wandering in that rain rather than taking hot bath or having a hot cup of coffee?
That building was huge and I could feel the silence of that; as it was waiting for me to break the silence.
I checked there but no one was on the ground floor and the security guard was not an option for me. However then I saw some movements.
Someone was in the lift!
I went to the lift, and that was really a bad idea. In front of me, a tall man, wearing a black jacket, pitch black, was standing there. The eyes were red, were showing the hunger for blood. Long beard, dirty shoes, and, he was completely wet. He was looking very scary! Moreover, in that black rainy night, he was looking like a ruthless demon of the hell waiting for someone’s soul.
Then suddenly I saw something; something that chilled my bone!
It was a knife in his hand. A long knife having fine curved blade, and, was dripping something red.
Yes! It was blood!
I turned back with the fear and suddenly I heard his voice that made my heart to stand still.
.
‘Where are you going my friend? Lift is working fine!’
I turned. I was staring at him, but I couldn't speak a word.
‘Hello Pal! I am talking to you. Lift is working, come in.’
I didn't want to go inside but I made my move. I had an eerie feeling. I could imagine that how much harm he could do to me. Furthermore, after a look, I was also sure that if I will try to run then it could be more harmful for me. Who knows!
‘Which floor?’ he asked.
I didn’t know where to go. I chose a haphazard one. ‘Second please.’ I said
I gazed at the lift. A blank box of light color was there with the fear of strange dark. That night was late; 2:45 AM was the time.
No one of us had spoken for the moment, and then.
‘My name is James!’ He told me his name.
I was just staring at him. This is not good. I said nothing.
He said again ‘what's your name, my friend?’ and he smiled.
‘I am …...S.. !’ Wait! Who am I? F**k! I don’t even remember my name.
‘I think you drunk very tight, buddy.’ He said.
‘No! I am okay. It was just a regular drink.’
‘Hmm! I can see that.’ He said sarcastically.
I was observing his movement by my sight, but he was clever than I thought. Quietness had broken down when he noticed.
‘What are you looking at now?’ He moved suddenly.
‘I…uhh…nothing …what?’ I was just shocked.
He grinned and that was scary.
I don't want to know anymore who I am. I just want to get out from this lift. I had spent at least five minutes in that lift but still my watch is showing 2:45 AM. I think my watch is also horrified that's why its heart is not beating anymore.
‘Are you afraid of me?’ He said without a notice period.
‘Who…me…af.af.ra..afraid. Nope. Who told you that?’ I smiled to hide my fear.
He laughed loudly. ‘Hmm! You are; sweating, looking at your watch frequently, and f**king tense. Yeah! You are not afraid.’ He was mocking me.
I said nothing. I was just looking at the base and the door.
‘You are horrified! I can catch you pal. I know I am looking frightening actually I haven’t shaved for a month.’ He was rubbing his beard. ‘Don’t say you are thinking that I will harm you! Don’t worry pal, I am not going to kill you, “least not right now”.’ He laughed again.
I wanted to cry.
Why did I choose this lift as my destination; now it’s feeling like it will be the final one. Late in the night, no one is in the lift except than this filthy monster and why doesn’t he shut his mouth for a moment? Thanks God for giving me this s**t so badly. Thank you again!
I looked at my watch; it was 2:45 AM as I expected.
‘I am not afraid OK!’ I congregated all my strength but truly I was.
He pierced his eyes into mine. ‘Then you should be!’
His eyes were full of blood but I could feel the blankness in those deep eyes that were directly trying to remind me something, which I had forgotten, which I didn’t understand.
I was horrified but I tried to show my strength.
‘Why so?’ I asked very dramatically.
He showed me his blade. ‘OK! Let me tell you which I know then you will understand what fear is and how bad it is.’
After a long break he started. ‘I worked for Godfather. He was good in giving assignment and I was good in completing them.’ He was sharing his story without my invitation.
‘What kind of assignments?’ I asked. Actually I had no interest in that talk but I was trying to make me feel safe.
He grinned. ‘I am an Assassin, my friend!’ ‘I am a Monster!’ He took a pause and then again. ‘Yes… I am!’
I was startled but I didn’t show him any sign of fear. I was waiting for him to roar again but he didn’t.
‘So…’ as I tried to speak he interrupted me.
‘Everyone has a past, and I had it too. I had some beautiful memories, full with essence of love. Nevertheless, it had all vanished in the dirt of my deeds. I was a common man once, like you. Drinking, roaming, and enjoying were only things for me but all of those had changed when I saw her first.’ He smiled. ‘She was beautiful, intelligent, and most important “Attitude”.’ He was lost in his thoughts. He was looking at the only light source in the lift. He sighed ‘but everything has to be changed and it had, because I loved to be the animal’.
‘Then what happened? Could you complete your love drama please?’ This time I made sarcasm. ‘Was she that much beautiful?’
He smiled ‘more than you can imagine’. ‘I loved her, more than anything, everything. We met again in my apartment, I embraced her, and I kissed her.’
‘I made her mine and then...’
‘Then what?’ I was imagining a bed time story, that prince would come and save the princess from the dragon. Nevertheless, he was the dragon this time.
‘And then, I killed her!’
He was just looking blankly into my eyes. His eyes were not guilty instead it was trying to remind me something. Nevertheless I was shocked. What kind of the story it was? What kind of the lover he was? I hadn’t had any word for that actually I didn’t understand what he had just said.
Wait a second! Is he playing with me? Is this whole situation just a prank?
‘Excuse me! Are you f**king kidding me? I know the surrounding is scary and even you, in a sense, are just like a monster but I am not a child OK!’
‘Go and find someone else, and try to f**k him by your story. I’m not scared….ta-da! Now tell me where is your f**king camera and your a**holes, your friends.’ I shouted.
‘This is not a child play you bastard!’ He exploded. ‘Remember you Son of a Bitch; I killed all of my friends because they all were same, like you.’ His explosions were going on. Then he took a gap.
After a second thought I finally asked. ‘Then why did you...do that.’ Actually right after that theatrical drama, I hadn’t had believe on his story anymore. Nevertheless I wanted to make the situation easy for me so I let him to continue.
He already expected my question. ‘I had to. I hadn't had any choice.’
‘Killing is not a way! You could have made the choice.’ I was arguing.
‘Sometimes you don't get a chance to demand.’ He was writing all by himself.
‘Perhaps you had selected the worst.’ I stated.
‘So I did!’ He directed to the end.
‘What made you so helpless? I didn’t get it.’ I asked.
He looked at me.
‘I thought… you would like to share.’ I hesitated to ask.
He gazed at my watch then he broke the silence with some silly words.
‘You are obsessed with your watch, uhh!’
I expected more. He took a second and then he continued.
‘I was always a road side badass. However, I was just a toddler for that dark world until he got his eyes upon me. He observed me carefully. He had already understood that, for the money and glory, I could do anything. Furthermore yes, He offered me the same but he took each and every tiny peace of myself from me. He altered a badass into a brutal murderer. Killing was the only way for me to solve any argument. Pulling the trigger was the easiest thing for me!
I had a unique style that before killing anyone I make cut on my palm. As time passed I became more and more cruel. I hadn’t had to pull the trigger anymore because every thing that I could see, I could have used as a lethal weapon. They offered me more and more as I am killing more for them. I became hungrier as I feed myself more and more.
Once I stayed in a local hotel. My Godfather had given me a chance, as an appreciation for my loyalty to him, which I never had.
Late at the night, she came into my room. She was intensely looking at me that was making me more uncomfortable because I had never with a girl. She was a beautiful mystery for me. She was a prostitute.
I was just doing the sitting work but she was impatient. She started undressing. I insisted her to wait for while.
Within a moment I gathered my dispersed confident and I asked her name, but she refused my application ‘that doesn’t matter’. As I asked again ‘why you are doing this?’ she replied ‘Are you going to do anything? Go fast because you have only two hours and whatever’s the matter with you; I am not going to refund them’. Moreover, from that moment I started to like her. She was the first and finest girl I had ever known.
I asked her to sit beside me ‘how much did they pay you?’ but her answer made my jaw to drop. My eyes were wide; actually I got comparatively less money for my first kill. Thus you know pleasure is more important than someone’s life.
I told her you would get your money but right now just sit and tell me something about you. First thing she told me that ‘you are the weirdest customer’. However I never mind.
Whole night we did talking rather than sex and I had to pay her for the rest of the night. I didn’t let her sleep. At that night I had spoken freely. I felt more freedom than ever. Finally she did the same. She told me her real name; real profession; real dream. She wanted to be a college graduate that’s why she was doing that job. Really! Is a degree worth more than someone’s soul? I think dreams worth it!
On that day I realized that people are doing very hard to just fulfill their needs and I am getting in bulk by just killing them.
The conversation had happened on that night had never ended. When we had come too close, when I had fallen in love I don’t know.
However that didn’t change anything. She wanted me to leave that black market game and live a simple life but I never listened to her. Still that fake respect and that blood money were precious to me. I was on the same way but in love you always have to sacrifice something and I did twice.
Finally I decided to be a human being again. I told my Godfather that ‘Father! I can’t kill anymore’. He wasn’t surprised, as he already knew what I am going to say. He knew everything. He came close to me and told me ‘I had very big plan for you but you changed your mind. No problem! But you have to give me a favor’. He looked into my eyes for a while ‘I would be your best man!’ and he laughed loudly. ‘What did you think; what do you expect from me; you are just as my son. You served me well and enough. I love you.’
I couldn’t believe what I had heard. As I moved to go, he interjected me. ‘James!’ I turned but I had an unknown fear. ‘Good Luck’. He stated.
I thought I am finally free but I always believed in fake.
Two week later, twenty men came to my apartment with my father. I was shocked. As I tried to move, my father commanded me to sit down! They dragged a girl with them. Her head was cover in the cloth. Then on his command one of them pushed that girl just in front of me. He gave me a knife and told me to remove her mask. Therefore, I did.
I was startled. It was she!
I was crying profusely. He told me ‘kill her otherwise I would going to do but before that each of us going to rape her first. Moreover if she survived, that I don’t think so, I would skinned her’. I was horrified. I was weeping, I pleaded to them ‘Let her go father, kill me if you want but let her go’.
He didn’t listen. He made a cut on her face and started to rip her cloths. He was shouting ‘No one can take my business from me. She is a whore and she will die like a bitch’. As I tried to stop them someone stabbed me from the back. I started to bleed as I fell down on the floor. Still I can hear her weep. All of them were laughing on my helplessness.
Suddenly my master told them to stop ‘Something is missing. Aah! Yes, your style’. He cut my palm ‘Don’t you want to do that before your final kill. You love it my son, my f**king ba***rd son!’ and he hit me on my head. I was helpless and profusely bleeding. They started to beat her and within a minute, she lost her sense of control.
They were tearing her cloths. She was naked and unconscious. I crawled and I took her close to me. I looked into her eyes; her eyes were moist but crystal clear. I could see my image into her eyes. I had seen a beast into her eyes. A beast who never hesitated to kill was crying on his helplessness. I had seen a man who he truly was.
I said how much I love her; I embraced her; I kissed her. I made her mine and then finally I finished my love story.
I was crying, shouting profusely. When one of them tried to kill me, he stopped him ‘Don’t need to kill him! Let him live like a dead’. He let me stayed alive to feel guilt, to cry on my deed.
I stared at him ‘Yes! You are right. I am a Dead Man’!’
Then he said nothing.
‘Is it over?’ I asked unemotionally.
‘No!’
‘Then what happened next?’
‘I killed them all!’
It took a while for me to understand. As I tried to react suddenly with a jerk I felt that lift has stopped. Door was opening. It was second floor. Finally I got a chance to get rid of this s**t and I didn’t want to miss it.
‘Oh! I have to go now. It’s my floor. It was a nice talk, hope we will meet again.’ I tried to convince him.
I walked out to the lift. It was a very long journey. I thought that would be the end but suddenly I heard his voice again.
‘You know what pal?’
I turned. I tried to express myself normal.
‘All of them are dead except one.’
Within a second ‘Who is that?’ I asked without an interest.
He said nothing. He raised his palm. I could see more than twenty deep cuts. ‘It would be my last cut.’ He unleashed his curved knife from his pocket and started to cut his palm. He was bleeding!
I was confused what was he trying to say. I tried to remember his story then suddenly something crawled under my skin.
‘Are you mad? Why are you cutting your palm?’ I shouted in fear.
‘I already told you. I cut my palm whenever I….’
‘Yeah I f**king know it but here. Am I! Are you! F**k!’ I was horrified.
‘You told me your story I am your friend. Try to think for a second.’ I tried my best.
‘Then you should observe that I killed all my friends.’ He started to move.
‘Listen to me please!’ I was crying. I knew that it would be my end.
He shouted ‘She pleaded too but did you listen?’
I observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was running out but suppressed the urge to check my watch. I took a deep breath and started counting in reverse under my breath. “Ten, nine, eight, seven…” Then I was quite.
I got my consciousness back, and I was shocked. The gun was in my mouth. I controlled myself and threw that gun away. I didn’t understand what happened to me. Moreover, what about that psycho? I checked my watch; it was 3:02 AM. I had been unconscious for almost fifteen minutes. What is going on? What happened to me?
I moved my gaze. I was at an apartment but don’t know where.
I looked around and then my gaze stuck on a photograph. It was not much clear so I tried to pick it up. Sudden I felt intense pain. I saw there was too many and deep cuts in my palm. I was bleeding.
I ignored that and focused my gaze on that photograph. My heart wasn’t beating anymore. It was stand still! The whole story was flashing around me. The scenes of my past were my present now. I wasn’t the witness of that story rather I was a victim. It was my story, my life!
Her picture showed me my real face. Guilt covered my heart completely. Everything happened to her was because of me. I let her cry. I let her die.
I sat on the sofa and I was thinking about everything.
Love and pain, I can remember only about them. Her face is clear for me now. I can imagine her beauty, her simplicity, and her attitude that I like most. I can admire everything but now it is too long for me to stay away from her. I held the gun into my hands. I took a deep breath. With every essence of air I can feel her presence inside my heart, I am remembering her, embracing her, and kissing her. I am giving myself to her and then…
The End
Written by-
Jayant R Gupta
mechjayant@gmail.com
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