THE KILLER

CHAPTER 1

I'm not a Hero. I'm not a Villain. I'm just another Human, another character of already written scripts and stories.

I was on passenger seat watching him being dragged by two sturdy police officer. He was yelling, yelling loud and the pain in his voice was tearing my heart. Even in handcuffs he was very resistant but they kept on dragging him until they shove him in their service car. The car reversed and turned to the NY Highway. My eyes kept on following them as long as they could.

They were gone. There was silence all around. The Down Town Street was empty and peaceful like always. Everything was back to normal. No, not exactly everything!I was not. He was gone but I could still hear his screeching voice. His words and the pain in his words were killing me.

'Please let me go. I didn't kill her. I'm not a killer. I didn't kill her. Why would I? I loved her. I beg you to let me go. It's my daughter birthday. She will be waiting at home. I'm not a killer. Why can't you hear me? I'm not a killer. AH! Lord, make them believe that I'm not a killer.'

I could hear his every word clear, loud and real.I never saw him before. I couldn't even see his face. But I believed him and his every word.

Don't ask me why.

I just don't know.

Dad opened the door of driving seat.

'Sorry Alex, it took a little too long.'

I did not say anything.

He put the key in, started the engine and accelerated.

'Were they dumb? Why didn't they listen to him?' I asked.

He looked at me and smiled.

'What?'

'Every killer says that he is not a killer.' He said.

'Oh!' I wondered. 'Every?' I asked.

'Yes. Every!' he replied.

I looked outside. The sun had set, leaving the light dull and increasing the dullness of lives. We were late but it doesn't matter. Nobody was waiting for us either.

Suddenly my eyes twinkle and I turned to him.

'So what are you saying is saying I'm not a killer proves one a killer?' I taunted.

He starred at me for a moment, smiled but did not answer.People say I look exactly like him. I wish if they say true.

I waited but he did not say anything.

'Answer me?'I broke the ice.

'I can't'he said.

'You have to, please' I put my hand on his.

'Actually, I don't have the answer.'

'I knew it. Like always.' I said winningly.

'You are too intelligent for being a 3 year old kid.'he smiled.

'And you are too handsome for being a 40 year dad.'I smiled back.

The car stopped. We were home. I wasn't excited. I never was. I never had any reason to love my home.

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12 YEARS LATER,

We were standing in front of The School of New York.