Quaint Days

The Heinous Side!

"NO!" I exclaimed the breath out of me, "This ain't true. This cannot be true! These are hallucinations back again. It's a dream. Yeah! It is!" I started walking, walking out of there. There was a brusque emptiness in me and then I started running, running like my life relied on it. "This is just another dream! I cannot let this thing to succumb me. I am a fighter. God! This is a dream! A fuckin DREAM!!"

After relentless running through the endless corridor, I came to a point where my body became numb, utter numb. My head started echoing of pain and agony. I wanted to concede but I couldn't. I just kept running away from the material world not knowing where would I land. I wanted to run away from whatever the fuck it was! I knew it was a dream. Another of Sharman's chemical witchcraft.

I woke up! Rubbed my eyes to clear off the vague vision. What all I could see was a gigantic, round face avidly peering at me. This guy had a weirdly trimmed moustache and a bald head over which rested a black hat. His attire comprised of utter black suit and pant and a black tie which was almost camouflaged owing to the owner and his taste heavily. I looked around for a 360° view, I could see three men in black as well, equipped with guns, guarding. I was tied to a chair with ropes. This time my guess had to be apt. This fat guy was Prakash. I had seen him in my dream (not that I fancy him or something) and also in reality.

"Was your sleep peaceful?" Prakash spoke in a quite delirious manner. His voice was not at all similar to the voice on the phone. He was formal. His voice wasn't pallid like Sharman's. He was inscrutable.

"Not as expected!" I replied in a sarcastic tone, resenting.

"Well, it seems Sharman's too good. Yeah?"

"Still...still you murdered him," I said slightly raising my voice.

"Well, there are things you'll take time to get acquainted with. But nevertheless, just learn this one fact that you have not much time to, you know, talk much. So just say what you feel is extremely important and that's all. You may die then if you feel you're done!"

"Why do you want to kill me?"

"Ah, same retro question, heroes have been asking for since ages. Give the villains some break! Grow up! You can be more interesting, can't you?" his voice turned nonchalant. "Listen, if you keep me interested, I'll not shoot you until you bore me again. So, don't be DULL!" the deep voice returned.

"Whatever, man. Just kill me already!" I spoke intrepidly, almost acrid. "What's to live now? I must be in the news for raping and killing a woman who I never knew. So, my friends, my acquaintances would despise me. My mom is also dead. So, tell me, is there any point in living anymore?"

"Oh, well you've got a lot to know. Still, you'll die soon. I am just bored. We are just bored! So we thought let's talk to a rapist and you know, let's tell women to keep away from such creeps! Bloody fuckers walk with us every day, sit with us, eat with us, live amongst us, yet, yet they also wanna fuck with us. Why wouldn't people despise you, creep?"

Loud, erratic silence shrouded the room. "Why did you rape her? Huh? Ever thought of her, her family. No? Why would you anyway?" I spoke quite vehemently.

"Oh, you don't know that, do you? You were unconscious. You've got no memory of the events which succeeded then. Still, you talk. Why? WHY? Why is everyone so bloody predictable? Why do you wanna know what happened, huh?" his voice roughened. "Can't you just simply DIE? Is it this hard, dying?"

"Cause that's my last wish!" I deeply modified the aura there. It was no longer fun for anyone. It was harsh. Why shouldn't it be? "Please! Please tell me. Oh, God! I'm dying. Won't you fulfil this last wish of mine?"