The Vengeance

Segment 5

"Oorvi? Transported to another world?" grinned her mom.

"Sorry mom! Preoccupied." Roopa had seen Ritwik Krishnan in the audience and understood the reason.

"Be quick. The lunch is yet to be served. You and Ritwik be fast in managing the throng and serving the food." Minutes later orderly tables were set up and food was served. An unbroken concourse of orphans started having their food. Oorvi and Ritwik felt lucky to be doing the serving. It gave them a ready excuse not to eat and have a heart-to-heart chat.

"Mom, here's your plate." Minutes passed. Dhub! Dhub! People started collapsing. Both of them gasped in disbelief. A sudden chill swept through them. They didn't understand. Around them everything was in fast-forward mode while they stood as if rooted to the ground. Soon, they regained composure.

"Mom!" darted Oorvi. Roopa's head was tilted a bit sideways and her life juice started oozing out. People were immediately shifted to an infirmary.

Tears filling eyes, heartbeat racing, Oorvi was unable to label her feelings. This was all very weak, enfeebling her mental strength. One tear broke and the rest followed in an unbroken stream.

(Far away, in a lonely room, lay the girl, the owner of the audi, sat gloating over the screen playing the live telecast of the havoc in the GARDENS. " Half part is done. The most savage part of the innocent chic is yet to come. Wait and watch." She took out her phone. Later, scribbled something on a paper and untied the bleaky legs of her pet.)

"Ritwik! What a hapless scene! How did this happen?" He himself was in a shock. "Food poisoining, I guess."  All he could do was to embrace her tightly and let her tears soak his shirt. He raked through her hair repeatedly to calm down the silent war going on in her. " Wait I'll go and confirm with the doctor." Ritwik left.

Her phone bleeped. There in lay a text.

"Hello chic! Wondering with the trauma? Need a help?"

Oorvi tried calling the anonymous. Not reachable.

"Don't try calling me. Track me and your mom's dead. Leave a message."

"Who are you?"

"I am a demigod."

"Don't fun with the situation."

"Don't believe? Well, if you observe people will be suffering from rashes which even doctors can't place. Check."

Oorvi was shellshocked to notice the same symptoms.

"Do what I instruct. Directly go to your house. Don't. Tell. Anyone. Vent all the openings of your house."

"What's it Oorvi?" Ritwik came questioning. "Nothing." Fibbed Oorvi hiding her phone from him. "Why don't you check my mom?"

"Sure!"

Ritwik left to check Roopa. Oorvi took no time in sprinting towards the parking and revving up her engine and driving off. Oorvi's mind was filled with trepidation. She could feel her instructor's words flying past her head. There were questions popping up in her mind. Who was the person? What do they want? How did this happen? Her head started pounding at an increasingly rapid pace. She searched the wardrobe for painkillers but there were none. Her phone bleeped 20 times. It was Ritwik. Yet she denied and was carried on with the work she had to do. She was not sure about why she was instructed to do so. The atmosphere was dense and strange, though apparently invisible.  She reached her house and opened every nook and corner of the house which has an opening. She turned to look at the window. The trees were still but the leaves were rustling in the wind.

 Suddenly, there was a blur of motion and a huge flock of fluttering pigeons came. Of them, one pigeon flew through her window and perched on her chair. It didn't take her much time to realize it's a pigeon-post. The bird drifted in the largely-shaped chair, studying the busily built structure of it. In the raw of the afternoon, with a heart saddened by the upheaval, with nippled fingers, she moved forward. Fear made her quicken her steps. Sweat stung her eye as she wiped it with her trembling hand. She opened the letter hanged to the bird's neck.

"What‟s up chic?  Here are your biddings. Reach the PLAZO park. You can see a green dustbin in the entrance. Behind it, will be a concealed phone. Take it and throw your grubby phone in it. Make a treasure hunt. Do what‟s in it. Carry enough money. Sorry to be so crisp. If I'm in detail, you‟ll cry your eyes out baby! Good luck! @your villain."

Oorvi couldn't remember being that scared in her life. This was just a beginning. The idea made it even worse. It all seemed so unreal that at any moment she might wake up from her dream.

(Scene at the hospital)

"Hello, guvnor!" called Ayush to Ritwik.

"Tell me."

"Boss! A flash news!"babbled Ayush.