MOONSTRUCK

(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.