It's one of the most chilling nights of January, where the rain has just stopped and the droplets on the leaves could still be spotted. I was in my bed when I heard something, maybe a scream, from outside. I got up and saw it was 2:01 am. I tried staring out of the window. Some people were visible outside. My curiosity dragged me to the balcony of my second floor apartment.
There were five people in total. One was lying on the ground and the other four were around him. This wasn't a good view, so to get a better look I decided to go down to the main gate of my building.I reached the gate. The street lights were bright enough for me to see all five of them clearly. The guy on the ground was young and was wearing expensive clothes with blood stains , while the other four were wearing old and cheap kind of clothes. One of them was a little fat and bald while the other one had a long beard both of them seemed mid thirties. Third one was missing an arm, most probably he was in this forties and the fourth one surprised me because his age seems like mine, seventeen or eighteen.
My inner goddess started questioning. What the hell is going on here? I was witnessing something which I shouldn't. Maybe I should help him. But how? Iam as helpless as him and so standing here wasn't a good idea either. I turned to my right were I saw an iron pipe. ' No you aren't doing this alone. You shouldn't be doing this ' my inner goddess shouted.
She was right. I can't fight with four lunatics alone. I need to go back upstairs, silently, and get some help. If they heard me, I'll be killed too.Suddenly the arm-less guy took out a knife, while the other three held the guy on the ground. To my horror, in seconds the knife was stabbed into him. The guy tried shouting, but it was of no use. Those people pressed a cloth tightly around his mouth. His eyes were full of pain and he suddenly stopped. His body wasn't moving anymore. He was gone. He was dead. I was frozen. Did I just saw a murder?
A freaking helpless man was dead infront of me.Tears started rolling down my cheeks.
Suddenly they felt my presence. They heard me! Turning towards me, the bald guy took out a gun and shouted "get that girl..!!!! "
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