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Matt's contest - 4th and final part

Short story By: arun
Literary fiction


Here's the 4th part


Submitted:Jul 28, 2011    Reads: 24    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   


I tried to take in her words in my present state of perplexity and guessed that I failed miserably. She spoke again, 'Why you looking me that way? Long time no see!'

Among the farrago of all the thoughts and feelings that swarmed my mind, the most dominant thing is anger. I wanted so badly this very second to choke her to death. I tried to stir against her. I tried to put my claws around her neck and strangle her. Being just a victim of sudden burst of anger, as any angry man will do, I failed to take in the situation in where I am. This is her castle! I have no power here. I regretted that I shouldn't have agitated only after her men composed me, and seeing me rise in intensity, one of them threw a punch on the back of my head with the .455 caliber's cold metal in his hand.

***

I opened my eyes to find that I was lying in a lowly dim room. The room was not so spacious. I looked around to find that the room had a single low window which is shut at present; moreover, it looked so rusty that they probably would have never been open. I collected my mass and stood on my feet. In my venture, I experienced dizziness and after I stood up being leant on the wall, I felt my world become stable. I pushed the teak door and found that it is locked. I banged on the door continuously crying out, 'Who's there? Let me out.'

I don't know how many bangs did I give, but after a few minutes, a voice seeped through the wood. I heard the door being opened. It creaked out revealing two well-built figures completely shaved off hair, grudge at me. I decided that that is of no use to protest so I followed their orders. They goaded me to a commodious hallway, where I saw that devil sitting basking in the couch. She spilled out a smile, which I know, is composed of notoriety. She came closer and trailed her index finger over my shaven countenance. Her finger nail is really long that I felt only the sharpness of her finger and not her flesh.

'I guess you'd had a great lead right?'

I didn't answer. I looked at her partly with anger and partly with fear. I also found the same kidnapper guy who escaped the justice standing at one corner of the room. I bowed down in shame. He deserved punishment, but he walks here freely. He beamed at me. 'I examined your data. So, you're very close to catching us? Have you anything to say?'

I don't want to speak. I don't know how but a few drops of tears raced down my cheeks. Not for the reunion. Seeing her, I was reminded of my parents - must be called 'our parents', but it isn't apt to use 'our'. I stood still.

'I guess it is really parlous to get you out of here.' She said shuffling a few sheets of papers. I guessed that it might be the printouts of reports that I had against them. 'You'll catch us all. You've strong evidences. Good. But pity you, you're too late. Have you approached the cops earlier maybe you would have saved your breath.'

Before me stood the creature that was adopted by my parents. The first time when we saw her, she was only 6, crying in the streets wearing almost nothing. I was then 11, and I understood what my mom told me - that she's going to adopt her. I had no problems. I indeed was happy to have a sister to play with me. And she remained as a sister-cum-daughter for eleven years. I never thought her to be different. I too much cared about her. Instead she cajoled us all.

She had gone bad ways. Now she's one of the most obnoxious creatures in our city. She's into gambling, into abductions, into drug sale and into murder-for-money business. Though everyone knows including the cops, no one really can catch her, because no one had seen her. No one, but me. Even those who had seen her never know that she's behind all this.

One of her 'slaves' handed a gun. She received it with passion. She smiled, 'Hey bro, you want your parents back right? Well, I can't get them back, but can help you reach them.'

'Stop it Alex. You, you, are you insane? See… you can't kill me. After all, I treated you like more than my sister! But what you did to me and our parents is-'

My words succumbed to silence when she pressed her gun into my throat. She's standing very close to me. I realized that both anger and tears equally shared the emotional part of my heart. 'No gibbering my brother. You're dead.' she added, 'Though all the evidences were wiped off, you're still a threat to us.'

***

I was under the illusion that the policeman is staring at me in annoyance. I decided that it was a delusion seeing his lips widen. He asked me to tell the whole story.

'Yes sir, she's my sister.' I set out a sigh, 'My parents found her abandoned in the streets. They had a pure heart. They adopted her as my sister. To admit the truth, initially I didn't like her, for she received all their attention. After all I was 11 and you know that will be the reaction of any eleven year old kid, right?'

The policeman nodded. He seemed to be greatly respecting me. I never knew that police can be this warming. Weirdly, I even felt glad to be in that police station. Good cop, bad cop. Good cop, bad cop. And yes, he's a good cop. 'When she turned 17, that is, after living as a good daughter and a sister to me for 11 years… ugh, yeah she was 6 when we found her. After 17, she fell to bad company. She became a drug addict and to tell the truth, she became a slave to carnal desires. She stayed out every night with a different person and will return the next morning losing her purity still more. I know it all and warned her. I threatened her that I would tell the matter to parents.' I felt my voice rise involuntarily, 'Yeah, I cared about her very much. I treated her more than a sister. She's so much blind then.'

I felt tears roll down my face. The kind policeman gave me a handkerchief. I wiped my tears and continued, accompanied by his astounding focus, which being a lawyer, I can tell - from one's eye movements. 'One day my parents have found the truth. That day, she came home fully drunk, carried by a person who would have already used her. He left her in her bedroom and went away. When she returned to sobriety, I guess around midnight, she came down. We all were assembled in the hallway. My parents stormed at her and she tried to dodge everything, but finally she couldn't. A big altercation ensued and in that, she because of being overly infuriated, shot my parents. I ran to their rescue and she hit me with a large vessel on (touching my nape) my back head. I lost my consciousness immediately and slid to floor. She lived hiding. She's never seen then. All the efforts went in vain and the case is still unsolved. It is here, in this same police station.'

He saw me shrinking his eyes further. It wasn't a smirk. It was exclamation. 'Yeah, even before you came here sir! Before seven years.' He let out a sigh. I couldn't believe that I was speaking so casually like a conversation. I wondered why my hands refused to shake, which had been shaking vigorously before I came here. I felt so light. Maybe pouring out a story that has been dumped for over seven years in my heart will be the reason. I didn't care what will happen after my confession, but at that instant speaking to him, I felt an ecstasy spread throughout my body. 'But she was then not a bad girl. She was not a killer. She killed them out of rage. Being a law student, I understood her side and the ramifications of her anger. Maybe my parents would have spoken less aggressively. That's not her fault.'

'Mr. Pollock, she's one of the most notorious being in our city. What are you saying? She's a certified killer by birth.'

'No sir I don't think so. Ok, let me get to the story. Well, I took a kidnap case. I had all the evidences against the accused. But the night before, I was attacked by some anonymous hit-man in the park and my flash drive was stolen. I had everything in that. And when I got back to home, I found my house broken. That's not a robber. It's her men. They broke in and stole my hard disk. That's in where I had every records.' He eyed me sternly, and I felt that I must be clear, 'everything like my client details, my past, present and future cases and many strong evidences. I even had a few footages. Evidences against my once-a-sister. Without evidence, I had to lie in the court yesterday and against my conscience, let the accused slip right through my fingers.'

The phone rang. 'Wait a second Mr. Pollock.' He asked my permission. What a nice man he is! After finishing the call, he said, 'Hmmm yes Mr. Pollock.'

'When I was returning home, I was abducted by them. By my sister! She locked me up in a room the whole night and was about to kill me this morning.' I felt the urge to give a dramatic effect to my listener and hence I moulded it more, 'In the eyes of the angel of justice, oh I'm sorry, sorry, I mean according to our laws, killing an innocent is termed as murder. That's ok, but killing a bad one is also termed murder right? Ugh, unless if the killer is a cop or army man.' I saw him nod and laugh. His smile blossomed to a laugh as if I joked. I continued, 'she pressed the gun to my throat. I swiftly acted and snatched the gun. Before could anyone snap out of this disbelief, I shot her. There were four other baddies in that room. They tried to shoot me and three bullets were fired. But luckily, nothing hit me. During which time, I shot them all. I couldn't believe that I shot 5 people at the same time! Their agitaion helped me, I guess. Due to which they're unable to aim at me. And yes, according to the law, I've committed a murder, ugh, no 5 murders, but according to me, my conscience and my parents' soul, I'd finally awarded justice to her. I felt my destiny fulfilled.'

He opened his mouth to speak; I interrupted to say, 'No matter if I live or die, I've helped justice prosper.'

He tapped on my shoulder and got up. I remembered the injury in my arm when he tapped on my shoulder. My injury is partly-cured; though no injury can get cured in a day, I felt the injury ameliorated; I mentally thanked my neighbour who's a medical student; she only helped me remove the bullet that saw the thickness of my flesh, silently. I tried to get up in respect but he pressed me back into seat. 'No this is according to everyone a murder. To me, this is your destiny. And indeed you helped us kill the most wanted criminal; she deserved a punishment; she doesn't deserve to live. You should be awarded for that ha ha.' He laughed and said, 'Go home happily with inner peace. You must live. Don't worry about it. Don't fluster your mind with the ethics. No one would be caring if she died. I appreciate your sincerity, yo... your honesty,that you came here directly to surrender. This case will be written as our encounter. No no don't speak. It's like you'd fulfilled a job that God gave you. You're destined to kill her. Now, you go in peace. I salute to you sir.' He practically saluted to me.

Justice still lives on earth. I saw in him a real 'Human Being.'





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