(P.S. Visualizing the story in your mind
will give you a better experience! :P )
Inspector Ashutosh
came running inside the office. "Sir, we found another dead body...well
sort of" he says with a sweaty and shocked look. His superior looks at him
with mirrored expressions. It was the 10th murder within 2 months. All in
similar fashion. The victim was brutally dismembered. Only the face was left
untouched. Such murders were the first of its kind. Usually serial killers
target people that have something in common. But here, there wasn’t. The police
and the investigative agencies were in a fix! The public had started to panic
and people were afraid to go out at night.
In a house not
too far away from the latest murder scene, a man, fair complexion, long dark
brown hairs flowing along the shoulders, came out of a dark basement. A faint
groaning sound emitted from behind him as he locked the door. His face was
sweaty, but his breath was stable. He went to his room on the first floor.
Going in he was careful not to touch anything as he entered the bathroom. He
gently washed off his smooth and frail looking hands. They slowly regained
their white color from the initial red color due to the blood spilled over
them. He then washed off his face wiped off and came back down. Sitting on the
couch, he turned on the television set. In the news, “Serial Killer Strikes
Again!”
The man’s face
slowly started to glow with a smile. A sense of achievement gripped him and his
eyes gleamed with pride. He slowly poured whiskey into a broad glass, added
some soda in and topped it with couple of pieces of ice. He then started to
stir his drink with what looked like a human finger. After a minute of stirring
he stopped, removed the finger and threw it aside. He then drank the whole
drink in one shot. He laid on the couch watching the news, with the smile still
as bright as it was. When his eyes opened, he could see that it was already
dark. Half past seven maybe, he thought.
He got up and
went to his room. Washed hi face and headed down the basement. It was
completely silent. As he turned on the light, a pool of blood became visible.
At the end of it, a man, bleeding from multiple cuts, was lying in a fetal
position. As he walked in, he stood by a table and emptied his pockets. A range
of different surgical knives. The man then went ahead, picked up one of them
and moved towards the lying body. He gently kicked him, which brought the
unconscious man to his senses as he started to groan in pain again. “Let me
go…let me go please” he pleaded. But his torturer did not show any remorse. He
held his left hand and stretched them straight, laying his palm firm on the
floor. Without wasting a moments time a clean cut and his ring finger was
detached. After 7 days of trial, this was the first time a finger came out so
cleanly. A loud scream followed. The man got up and moved towards the table. He
placed the finger in a vessel. Then taking some bandages, secured the bleeding
of his victim.
The victim,
still crying in pain, tried comprehending as to what was happening. “I cannot
let you die by blood loss” he explained in a calm voice. Standing up, he said,
“I’ll meet you tomorrow now”
The crying man
saw his punisher move out the room and heard the door lock. He tried his best
to move but he could not. All of his tendons necessary for motions were sliced
on the very first day. The cuts were precise and done expertly so as to not
damage any other part or cause heavy bleeding. Every morning, various mixtures
like salt & pepper were applied to his wounds that burned like on fire. But
he can never forget the pain he felt when he was operated and was castrated. He
forgot when it was done, but it was surely after all his nails were plucked out
by a plier and before his right eye was gouged out. Crying and groaning, he
went into the fetal position again.
Outside, his
enforcer was getting ready. With makeup, wig, high heels, waxing his entire
body and fake lenses, he had completely disguised himself as a woman. Finally
changing into a woman’s dress and taking a large purse, he left the house. He
took his car to a secluded area and parked it. Getting out he started loitering
around. Not much time had passed when a guy approached him. He held him by his
shoulders and said, “Hey babe, my name is Ram. What is a beauty like you doing
here at this hour? Do you mind if I take you for a ride?” in a particularly
lewd manner.
“Hello, my name
is Rakesh, and I was waiting for you!” the man turned as he hit the pervert
with a metal cast that was hiding inside his purse. Once unconscious, Rakesh
dragged Ram towards his car. From the back compartment, he took out a bag. Opening
it, he revealed an array of intruments, such as saw, hammer, pliers and wrench.
Dragging the body to the bushy area nearby, Rakesh took his time to carve the
body of his latest abuser turned victim. As he was doing it a flashback came to
him.
A 24yr old
Rakesh standing beside a body of his 28yr old sister who was brutally raped and
then killed. After a lengthy court case the victim was sentenced to 5yrs of
imprisonment. The lawyer stated that he did his best. But Rakesh wasn’t
convinced. He wanted more! And swore to take revenge for the only family he
had, his sister. A good student once, slowly he started losing his grades, to a
point where the dean of the college had to make him leave his medical studies.
Though it took another six months for him to completely lose his sanity.
He was always
teased by his friends that he looked like a girl. Taking this to his advantage,
he started going to secluded areas dressed as a girl and kill anyone who tried
to physically abuse him. By luck one day the man who was also responsible for
his sister’s death caught him from the back and tried to rape him. Much to
Rakesh’s joy. Now he could finally take his revenge. Since that day he has held
the man captive. Slowly torturing him. But not to die, to live. To experience what
his sister experienced and what he experienced. He wanted him to feel it every
day and so was giving him the first aid as well. As he finished carving up his
victim, he washed his hands and instruments with spirit and drove back home.
Parking his car he
went to his room, removed all his makeup and had some food. As he lay on his
bed, a tear flowed out of his eye. After so many years this was the first time
he was going to have a peaceful sleep for 8 days running! My sister’s soul
would be happy as well, he thought. “I will give justice to all” he murmured as
the sleep took him into its arms.