Criminally Caged Fate

Anderson Brizzo

Huge structures and there lingers a sense of fear. Each corner throbbing with activity. Fumes of cigars and cigarettes fills the air as well as the loud thudding of footsteps , all in a rush to reach their homes before it strikes 12 at night , all these sound seems as if in a rush to blend in with the fumes and horns of vehicles. Neon lights and advertisement boards which were earlier lit, being turned off. All as a symbol of the approaching storm. How ironic. The approaching storm is scary and thunderous, making the ears of the citizens pain with the sound of lightening and here the storm which arrives at 12 everyday is a silent one. Too silent to be true

After that , all one hears are screams.

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112, What is your emergency?"

"H-he murdered my wife. I don't know what to do." His voice all shriveled up because of the extreme fear.

"Who are you talking about Sir? Please calm down and answer and we will help you." The woman on the line spoke.

But could he speak what he wanted to? A gun aimed straight at his head while all the men in black suits surrounded him. He pressed his lips in a thin line letting out whimpers. His teeth trying to stop him from whimpering, a strong grip on his lips.

"Say it." The man at whose gunpoint he was ,spoke.

"Mr. Michael Andreas" the man sobbed.

The phone was then snatched by one of the men in black suit's . The phone was then smashed against the wall and the memory and the SIM card? One of the men pulled out a plastic bag from his pocket and pushed the cards in it and later on sealing it tight he placed it back in his pocket.

"Good boy" he heard someone say and the bullet went through his head. The husband, a police officer, discovered the body after returning home from the overnight shift. He worked as a dispatcher that night and had left work at 8:00 am. When he found his wife he tried to revive her. Because he had come in contact with her, his hands were stained with the blood of her beloved. But then he lay beside her , his soul parting with his body along with his wife's already departed one.

As the sound of the gunshot echoed through the neighbourhood he, the supreme , as he thought of himself , exhaled a sigh of victory once again.

An hour later as he sat In his cozy bed sipping some wine with the television switched on, CANALE ITALIA, the news content in an instant changed with the host saying they have extremely important news.

HEADLINES: The lawyer representing ANDERSON BRIZZO has been murdered along with his whole family of a wife and two kids. The wife's throat has been slit while the children were found to be sitting on the chair with their heads leaned against the table. When they were made to sit up straight, white lather erupted out of their mouth while Jas Bruno, the lawyer was shot in his forehead. He called the police station right before he was killed and it was his statement saying that Mr. Michael Andreas , the judge who was seeing to the trial of Mr.Anderson Brizzo is the one who's responsible for this shameful act.

He laughed out loud and stood up. He walked towards his balcony and looked at the grand city of Catania. A proud egoistic look was etched on his face.

"Perfecto" he said.