there was a creative writing contest in BMS last week that I took part in. Thing is, the word limit was 500 words and I can't write that short a story too well, so I made a flimsy job of my topic. But I liked it so I decided to write it a little more elaborately. I shall tell the topic I'd gotten at the end of the second part.
He was in a place. Some place. He did not know how or where, but he knew why.
'Hello? Are you there?'
He was answered with silence. But he knew the other person was around. He could tell. The air stank of the man's hatred for him. It was heavy with the man's resolve.
'Please, I am sorry! Please let me go! I promise I'll surrender, I'll do whatever you say, please just let me go!' he sobbed. That was when the other voice replied from the depths of darkness.
'If you weren't in this position right now, you wouldn't have given a second thought about what you did. You would have continued living your hedonistic life. Yuppie chief editor of a high society tabloid. You've always been farting through silk haven't you? Always would. I'm the one who spent sleepless nights crying over my daughter who was taken away from me. By you. I'm the one who sought justice to no avail. And I'm the one who's going to kill you tonight.'
'Please, I'll confess! I'll call a conference and apologize to you in front of everyone. I'll help you out, please don't kill me!' He shouted. In reply, the other voice chuckled, a sound that made his hair rise and his spirits sink.
'You would apologize would you? And that would erase everything? Well then you must have had one hell of an apology. Let me hear it.'
The other man walked up to him and now stood right in front of him, blocking the halogen lamp shining in his face. He then turned around to see they were in an empty warehouse of some sort. A few leftover bales of cotton in a corner served as evidence. He looked around for anything that could help him recognize where they were. Probably something outside their window, a landmark he could recognize. That was when his face was yanked to look into the other man's, who said only one word, slowly and with stress.
'Apologize.'
'Look man, I'm really and genuinely sorry for what I did. It was a while ago, and I've changed since then. The life I'm living now is all so that I can counter that one night, and..' his mouth was clamped by the other man's hand, and he fell silent. He looked at that face, which now seemed in distant thought, as though considering his words. Then it looked at him again the head shook.
'Apologize.'
'I am, I really am sorry!' he started to sob, scared by the note of instability in the other man's voice. 'Please just let me go, I will do whatever you say...' a hand fell hard on his face, and he had a brief brush with darkness as he almost passed out. He looked up at the man, groggy, and saw something glint in his right hand, and that was when he knew what was going to happen. The man yelled at him, face contorted in anger.
'APOLOGIZE!!!!' and the man's scream of anger was joined by his of fear. He felt his blood turn to water and all his life force seemed to desert him for a second. At was at that very second, while he was shouting, that the blade rushed at his face with blinding speed and...
Hello darkness, my old friend.
4 hours ago
Vineet Agarwal came home from his birthday party at the office. His colleagues had wished him, and even gone to the lengths of bringing him a surprise cake. He went through the motions pleasantly enough, and thanking everyone, came back home. But the truth was that he couldn't feelany real happiness anymore. Not since that night.
He glanced at his flashing telephone which meant there were messages for him to listen to. He went up to it and pressed play. The first two messages were from his parents and his sister wishing him on his birthday. Then the third message started to play, and his legs damn near gave way beneath him.
'Birthday Vineet. I won't say happy because I'm not going to let it be. I know what you did, I was there that night, but I was helpless. I saw my daughter lose her life because of your irresponsibility. My little girl of five that you killed. That too on her birthday. I'm going to do to the same to you, I want you to feel the same helplessness that I did. Mark my words Vineet Agarwal, you will not see tomorrow's sunrise. No matter what you try today, I will hunt you down, and kill you.'
Beep. 'End of messages.'
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