Colt,
weighing 1.5 Kg, .45ACP calibre with integrated silencer, a renowned pistol and
has a long history in USA, Firing at a speed of 260 m/s must be brutal at the
close range. One of such Colt series cocked and a finger with a dark glove ready
to pull the trigger. It’s all set up and the vulture was waiting for the prey.
Cold blooded brown eyes raced through the hall. As the shadowy figure heard a
thudding sound, the brown eyes under the hat shifted its gaze towards the
direction where the noise originated from. It was a momentary silence. A man in his late 40’s lumbered
towards the TV. The shadowy figure with its colt pistol on one hand lunged
forward. He was quick on his feet and stood behind the fat man. As the fat man
turned, he hadn’t have a clue and stood there rattled and his eyes froze. The
killer pressed his colt’s barrel on the forehead of his paunchy prey. The fat
man’s leg trembled as if he had a nervous break-down, he started sweating. Out
of fear, his hand let go off the remote. It slid past his hand giving out a
crackling noise as it hit the floor. A
man in long over coat and a hat with gigantic shoulders pressed the trigger
“click”. The bullet pierced the forehead and ripped through the target’s skull.
Blood burst out of the victim’s back head in a flash. The fat man, in his night
trouser fell like a sack of potatoes on the floor. As the victim fell on the remote
control lying on the floor, the TV switched on playing Beethoven’s symphony no.
5. The eyes under the hat raised its
right eyebrows and holstered the pistol. His lazy legs turned and walked
towards the door as the music started to fade. Beethoven’s symphony, many
people’s first introduction to music, you can’t start better than this. Isn’t
it?
The
killer, in his late 50’s cat-walked through the walkway and stepped down to
reach the ground floor. He slid past the eerie place and never noticed by
anyone. He walked towards his car parked at the road side which could be 100
meters from the dead man’s apartment. In that cold night, on a deserted road,
in a place where owls hooted and cats purred, in a place where silence can be
described as “no one are alive”, Moon sheds its light on the road exposed the
man’s well built body in a long over coat. Salt and pepper hairs fell on his
nose as he walked through the wind. The gloved hand combed it. He crouched and
sat on the driver seat. A perfect murder, an utterly invincible 50 year old man
crossed the hurdles and no one noticed it. The next day he would be gone. The
siren sound wouldn’t be heard for the next 6 hours. He took out a cigar from
his coat and lit it. The engine kick started and he was gone with the wind.
Under
the moon, the new born looked gorgeous and adorable. The little smile, the
chubby cheeks, toothless mouth, round face and the small eyes never would have
allowed anyone from shifting his or hers gaze from the little one. Such a
beautiful baby laughed at her mother without knowing the fact that this would
be her last ten minutes with her mother. Her face looked bright under the dark
eerie night. The mother looked at her with warmth. Tears filled her eyes and
she began to speak with her while wiping her tears. “I’m sorry. Only tears fill
my heart when I think that I have to leave you in this abandoned place. But, I
don’t have any other go. I have to take this decision out of my will. I pray to
God that nothing will happen to you and you will be better off with someone who
can give better life than me. I don’t know whether you will forgive your mom
when you grew up. Life is hard on you and me. We are not bestowed with a gift
of living together. We are destined to go different paths. I Hope that you
reach Godly hands. I love you. I’m sorry.” With that, the mother hugged the
little kid tightly and kissed her on the cheek. Another child born out of
illicit sex and the victim is again a little baby. She placed the child inside
a garbage-can located in a place where houses are loosely placed. It’s an outskirt of a city and the reluctant
mother began to walk-away from her little child. The little heart started to
cry but the mother refused to hear it. She walked faster and disappeared in to
the darkness.
The
killer drove against the speedy wind and he clocked 100 in his fiesta. The
highway was deserted and there was hardly any passerby. His cigar was thinning
out due to the breeze. His mind was mulling over the deal with the person who
had sent him to kill. He raced deep in his thoughts. All of a sudden, the vehicle
jerked. The fuel gauge hit “E”. Disturbed by the jerk, the killer hit the wheel
with his fist. The vehicle stopped near a town. Angered by the sudden turn of
events, the killer stepped outside to get fuel from the town which is at a
walkable distance. He walked towards the town on that terrifying night. The
road was empty and the trees on the either side of the roads looked
like immovable monsters waiting to eat you alive. Atlast, he reached a gas
station located at some distance from his car and filled a fuel can. The can
was too heavy to carry. While returning, he was unable to bear the weight of
the can. His hand started to take pain. So, he placed the can on the road and
took a big breath. He heard a giggling noise. Startled by the sudden surge of
sound, the killer rotated his head in all direction. His gaze stopped near a
waste basket.
The
killer walked till the basket. He saw a small child giggling and clapping her
hands. Bewildered by the sudden change of events, he was looking at the little
baby for a long time. His mind posted question after question.
“Is
this an abandoned baby? Why am I standing and looking at her right now? Is this
a trap? Is someone gonna steal from me?” struck by the last question, the
killer hurried towards the car with the can but he stopped after some distance
and turned back to see the basket.
His
conscience came into the play. His evil part said, “David! For god sake, what
are ya doing. Hurry! Ya’re not supposed to be here looking at a damn child.”
Even
the cold blooded killer had the heart to turn and ponder over the choices he
had. His good part said, “David! Don’t leave her! Think about your childhood”.
David’s
childhood portraits of living an orphaned life flashed in his mind. He looked
clueless and confused over the choices he had, either to make a bond with the
baby or leave her the way she was. His Evil part interrupted his thought,
“Kocha will be waiting for your arrival. You should be moving fast. Don’t trust
him. He is diverting you from your path.”
The
good side of him insisted, “David don’t trust him. He is a heartless fella! Do
you want this baby fed to the cats and wolves or do you want to give this baby
a better life. Make a choice David! We are running out of time.”
The
evil part of him forced,” Do you want to thrust yourself with an added
responsibility. Don’t involve yourself in this business. It will ruin you!”
The
Good part of him cried, “David, did you forget what father Joseph had said? Love
is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude.
It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does
not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things,
believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. David, please pick
up the baby. Don’t abandon her else the sin would never forgive you in the name
of God.”
The evil part of him replied, “David! It’s an
illusion. Don’t fall for it.”
Sometimes, strange things do happen. David moved
towards the new born. She laughed with a dimple in her cheeks. First time in
his life, David smiled from his heart. A true smile which didn’t have any other reason, it only had love and affection. His evil conscience shouted at the back
of his mind meanwhile the holy side guided him to the path of holiness. He
lifted the new born. He felt the warmth running through his body. It’s the
first time he ever felt the thing which was priceless. It’s the first time he
experienced that feeling, which was inner peace. He didn’t think about the
future or the present, instead, he trusted in one good thing, it's destiny that lead him to this orphaned baby.
He and she are destined to live together. He fuelled his car and drove away
along with the new bond he made. A whole new life was awaiting him. A whole new
responsibility bestowed upon him. He looked at the little baby at the back
seat. She fell asleep. He smiled and lit his cigar.
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