Arrgh…She screamed…Thump…Thump...Thump...Strike three and her skull caved in. Particles of blood, brains and bone liberated -- lodged themselves on his creamy white suit. He loved his suit; loved his sister better. Drenched in blood, the wilted red rose in his pocket regained its life and jumped around in merriment. Its master had now achieved what he had set out to do twenty years ago. He dipped his hand in the crimson deluge that was now flowing on her carpet and smeared it all over his face. It felt warm. Breathing heavily he tightened his face as coagulating blood pulled at every muscle. Evil had consumed him and was now flowing in his veins as he stood smiling over the tramp’s mangled body. “Sentence served” he thought to himself.
”Look!! All the stars are out!! They are here to get a glimpse of you—you beauty”
They bought the tickets to the giant wheel and as they sat in their respective seats he noticed two goons staring at his sister. He held her closer. The wheel started to turn and by the time they got back on firm ground the goons had disappeared. He felt safer now.
“You will be mesmerized by our city’s skyline…The river side walkway offers you a brilliant view…100 meters ahead”
Strolling along the river side an eerie sense of insecurity came over him. The walkway was empty and dark. As he looked back to get a glimpse of the fair they had left behind, he heard loud noise. Before he knew it his sister lay beside him unconscious and bleeding from her leg. The helpless little boy knelt beside his sister and started to cry for help. Only two men responded. They came running to him and shot him in his chest and pumped another into his sister.
He came out of her motel room balcony and looked at the crystal clear sky and screamed ”Look!! All the stars are out!! They are here to get a glimpse of you—you beauty. This was for you- sister… This was for you – you beauty...”
He woke up in a hospital ward, a month later. He saw the nurse bring her rosary closer to her heart and thank the lord. He knew that his sister was too young to have survived through two bullet shots. He cried until he was exhausted and fell asleep again. He dreamt of dark waters, grey skies and galloping black horses. On one horse was his sister dressed in a flawless white skirt. She beckoned “Oh brother!! I miss you here. Won’t you join me?”. “I miss you too” he mumbled in his sleep.
Over the next few days he developed a strong resolve to avenge his sister’s murder. He knew that the best way to do it would be to join a local gang and extract information. He started off as a chauffeur and went up the ranks to be the gang’s best hit man. While he was decimating members of the enemy gang he tried to get information about those bastards who killed his sister. But all his efforts ended in vain.
Ten years passed by, when he received the photograph of his next target. He recognized it immediately. It was one of those murderers. He had failed to pay back a huge sum of money he had borrowed from a local Jewish shark. It was as if he was by possessed by Satan himself. Consumed by joy and rage he went on a rampage breaking everything in his house.
The blood had dried on his face. He dug into his pockets to look for a cigarette but didn’t find any. He limped into the house to look for one.
He followed his target closely, watching his every move. His activities were as dirty as his countenance. Apart from stealing, killing and raping, this horny bastard visited a whore once every week –“Such a low life does not deserve to live”. As for the whore –she was a young one who lived in a run down motel not far from where our protagonist ran his office.
He concluded that the best place to kill this bastard would be in the whore’s room in that empty motel. He picked his day - December 11th, 2005. He shoved a knife into his coat pocket and a shotgun into his shirt. Dressed in his favorite white suit and a red rose in his pocket he made his way to the motel. He always liked to be dressed for the occasion.
He found a pack of triple 5s in her coat.
It was about 2 in the morning. “He must be done fucking her”. As he reached the room, he slowly pulled his shotgun out. The door was open. There he was, deep in his sleep, resting his right arm on her breasts. He banged the butt of his gun on the floor. The loud noise got them awake. She ran and hid behind a chair. Shocked and aware of the eventuality, the whacko began mumbling prayers –“Oh Christ!! Oh Christ!! Forgive me father…forgive me for all my sins”
“Do not forgive him father!! For he knows not what he is saying”
He kept the gun to his head and pumped all the rounds he had into his skull, splattering the walls with shredded viscera. As he turned towards the door he saw her pointing a revolver at him. “Why did you kill him? You asshole.“. She shot him on his shin. In a swift move he threw the shotgun at her head. It hit her hard. She fell down with a sickening thud. Taking support from a wooden chair he got up and picked his gun up. In his fit of rage he swung at her head with its butt. Arrgh…She screamed…Thump…Thump...Thump...Strike three and her skull caved in.
He stood there savouring every puff of smoke he inhaled. As he started the clean up job he noticed a healed bullet wound on her leg. Suddenly something struck him…Something struck him real hard. He lifted the hair off her face and there it was -- that same conspicuous birth mark. The helpless boy knelt beside his sister and began to cry. He took the knife out of his pocket and slit his wrists. As his tears washed the blood away, he closed his eyes and violently shoved the knife into his heart.
2 comments:
an obvious and an expected end...too easy for a O.Henry lover. Nice try anyway...
i wud say.. korean and tarintino!!
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