The Unventured Passions

Bloodbath

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In a world of shattered mirrors, attacking one another is an everyday normality. However, attacking is for cowards. That's the way it is, for, heroes stand their ground and defend.

Raimoti was successful in finding her father's revolver. She had no idea what awaited her outside the building, may be death... But, at the moment, she was prepared to defeat it, even worse!
A few more gunshots, but she was clueless who shot whom, and standing behind the hiding of the wooden doorway she saw two uniformed police officers, not white-skinned, but Indian. She saw another man too, right infront of the door behind which she had positioned herself, wearing a simple kurta and dhoti, the colour of which she couldn't make out, for he was covered with blood all over.

"Thats not Satyakirth, that's not..."

Raimoti raised the revolver at one of the policemen who had pointed his gun towards the man in dhoti. She tightened her grip on the trigger, and the blood-clad man suddenly turned his head and looked at her in the eye. One glance, and two consecutive gun shots... First by the officer, and then by Raimoti, and both the men fell on the ground, together, in a choreographed sequence, and both had bullet holes on their skulls.
Her first kill!

Raimoti felt every muscle of her body, suddenly aware of her power, her capacity, her strength...
She had to find Satyakirth, she had to save the world... from whom, that she would determine later.
Raimoti rushed out of the building. All she knew was in the space of a single breath, she saw two men taken out. Who were these policemen, and how had they come to know of their plan? Uniformed policemen didn't just appear out of the woodwork at random, especially when they were working as a team. There had to be someone who tipped them off somehow!
Raimoti flinched, for the first name that came to her mind was that of her father's.

She ran straight towards the shadowed bushes across the door, running through the stony pavement, and then she ran across someone who could move nearly as fast as she could.

Satyakirth!

He almost pulled her behind the bushes, and saved her from an eminent bullet wound on her back, the metal slashed at her and she twisted and dodged through the throng shrubs in full defense.

"What are you doing here?"
Satya growled softly, his eyes narrowed, and his hands busy shooting at the direction of the attackers.

Raimoti saw with widened eyes how he shot with both hands, in perfect sync, almost like a poetry!

An ambidexter, exactly what she had read! And now infront of her eyes... The legend himself!
She gasped.

"I came to fight with you." She remarked, and positioned herself beside him, her eyes focused on the enemy infront.

"You were right. It's your father."
Satya spoke again, his hands never ceasing in action.

"Where?"

"Nine o clock."

Raimoti turned her head towards the direction and saw her father standing behind a police jeep, two uniformed policemen standing infront in protection.

Boom!
Raimoti shot one of them, instantly, on the head, making him collapse on the ground like a rag doll, and the other one pointed his gun at their hiding place and started to shoot in a randomised defence.