FATE, The Apocalypse...

Metro Station, Santonia… Sazon had camouflaged himself as a beggar with a blanket and had an intention to chagrin the rascal. Every day he used to look for the culprit, the one who raped and killed his wife. The hotel manager had shared a video with him, Daniel often got intimate with the women he brought at hi splace . One fine evening, the predator met the prey. Daniel mocked over the locket of tiger’s nail, the oldie had. Sazon could not hear the blabber, his wife’s cold face, feet and her cold dead hand in his, was all he remembered. Finishing his soft drink and dumping it in the beggar’s hat, he left the place cursing Sazon. Completely unaware that Sazon would follow him.

That very night, When Daniel was asleep, Sazon kicked off the ritual again in the damned graveyard. Star sign-tiger’s nail-rhino’s horn, bones, and neck-slit bull’s head. The center of the sign was crowned by the locket once worn by Daniel. The murmuring and hissing began, Insects, owls and wolves joined in too. Their cries filled the atmosphere, made it look horrifying. He did it all hugger-mugger. Taking few blood sips off the bull’s head, the magic commenced.

Daniel was forced to come over, his eyes closed at midnight, rustling thru the dried grass until he reached the graveyard. No sooner did the executor see Daniel, than he gave his sword a big swing at the visitor’s leg ripping it off his body, blood spilled all over and the hedonistic beast was down on to the ground awake, in excruciating pain. Before he could ask anything, the manslayer, blood still dripping from his mouth cut Daniel’s tongue and undressed him for the worst..

The sword was thirsty for the revenge. “”You Douchebag, She , Suzie,my wife,  Barua, remember?!!!
You… Sonofabitch!!!”

And now, Danny knew, he was facing his doom. All the sins he committed till date flashed in front of him, escaped every single one but to face his end eventually. The executor then cut Dan’s ears off. Throwing them aside, he wiped off the blood stains over the sword. Sazon hated his mocking and taunting eyes, so he removed one of them out of the eye socket. Some kind of liquid dropped from it,

“You cum on your face now Bastard” Sazon wanted to end it then.

With all his might, he raised the sword to the sky exclaiming,” To you Honey, Revenge I take, I keep Promise. ”

And then closing his eyes, Sazon stabbed Dan violently and continuously on his private parts. He crushed the things and made numerous swings till the blood spilled all over.  The execrable beast had to face his FATE!

He let it all out with a long scream, “Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Far, far in the Barua meadows, on the 17^th, drunk people were rejoicing, they raised toasts to the avenger, “Sazon” in high spirits. That day, the ghost, wife’s scream had vanished which made them believe Suzie was at peace finally. Barua was safe then. Women like Miley were never treated badly. Sazon was a hero!

Sazon never returned Barua ever! The night, on the D day, he cut his wrist and neck with the same sword and preferred dying in pain over the meaningless life without Suzie.

Revenge was taken. Mission Accomplished!

FATE part four..

Sazon was adamant, hell bent on finding the villain and executing that bastard who was responsible for h swife's plight..

He visited the black site and started investigating it, in a silly petty hope that could show him the way. He trusted Barua people and held some visitors responsible for the act. The earthen pots at the site were crushed, the foodstuffs scattered, rotten fish and meat made the place smell foul. His mind could then simulate the dreadful scene. Felt a big lump in his throat but he controlled his tears. Scorpion he was, when meddled, scorpions strike back with a bang. And then, his eyes fell on a locket, and realized it had to be from the Miley’s shop, Only she in Barua had such fine and unique lockets for sale.

 He went to Miley’s shop and enquired her about the locket. She reverted pretty soon..
“Yes yes, I know, one rascal come, he touch me, I slap him directly, he ask me to come to hotel regency, I give a damn … Sonofabitch ” Sazon was all ears, he knew where to head now. Without wasting a minute he continued.

 
“Oh, Sazon Sir, Welcome, May I help you Sir?” Sazon and Suzie were very friendly and everyone knew them as a sweet couple..

“Thank You Sir, I be in your debt if you help me?”
“I would love to Sir.”
“I look for a man, visitor, come from other place, you know any?”

“Umm, that shall not be the problem Sir, because at this point of time in Barua very few visitors turn up.” Checking the register, “A family of four, a women, few men. And yes, a strong man who always kept bringing a new women at night, but he left the previous day (he winked) “

“Pray tell me about this guy.” Sazon knew he found his culprit.

Daniel Stan, Demming’s street, 7^th Avenue, Santonia, OK.

He left a note, the next day and the mission commenced, to end it once and for all..

FATE Part Three...

A Fortnight ago, Barua had few visitors for the holidays. Daniel was one of them. Dan From Santonia, was a real sonofabitch in his acts. “Pervy Pervertson” is what he was crowned as by his Friends. No respect for women, instead he believed them to be just another pleasure thing. Hedonistic might just be euphemistic for his description. He was a maniac.

One day, his lusty eyes caught a view of a beautiful “Suzie”, a buxom lady that made her a head turner wherever she went. Sazon and Suzie were a good and normal happy couple. Lead a very low profile life. She being a housewife and Sazon worked in the mines earning well enough to meet their needs. People always envied their stable relationship and fantasized themselves with Suzie often. 
One afternoon, when Suzie was returning home with special fish and some spices to treat Sazon for his B’day , she happened to pass by a lonely alley named “Chamy alley”( Got the name from Chameleons, the only residents at that place, with some old , rugged unmanned tents). And then the inevitable happened.

Rude Dan fell for Suzie (any one would). He obstructed the path and asked her out for the eve. She refused straightly and showed him the ring she wore. Suzie caught Dan checking her out in an unusual way, she knew then, that the visitor is no good. Dan pressed on for the request, all he wanted was an one night stand, she didn’t budge. Suzie knew these kinda people, she come across them very often. Frustrated , Dan pushed her aside and grabbed her tight to manhandle her. The foodstuffs she was carrying fell apart. She wanted to scream but to no avail, her mouth was shut closed by the visitor’s hand. 

With a force, he dragged her to one of the corners, tearing her sleeves apart, she wore a white frock that day. Dan was way too strong for her. Suzie tried everything she could, kept slapping him, flapped her legs violently but all she could do was nothing. She knew, it was over, he bagan stroking her violently. Tears rolled down her eyes. The hedonistic beast succeeded. Suzie could not wake up after that, she left the world. This marring act costed her life. She died out of shock and terror. Dan flew to his country back that very eve !

Sazon felt like the sky collapsed on him. The burden of finding the culprit was his mission then.
He knew, some day he shall use his black magic skills, he pledged not to use it on innocents. This Bastard , was no innocent.

To be contd…

FATE Part II...

Totally perplexed, Daniel, with a heavy heart walked back pondering endlessly as to why his name had to be there at the centre of the sign?!
Suddenly, he collapsed onto the ground, which made him wake up. His blurried vison could not rationalize what had happened. Rubbing his eyes, Dan tried contemplating . Was it a dream? Or an illusion? Or a high class hallucination? 

He was high on drugs but last night he had none. A mere thought of the dreadful incident sent shivers down his bones. He knew not, a single reason to the incident. Wolves' and owls' howling made it even darker. Crickets and several nocturnal creepy things made it much worse. Just then, Dan realized the oldie’s face, he had seen it before. Those red, sunken, sleep deprived eyes could not slip outta his eyes, the nail locket he remembers seeing at the metro station Santonia. He knew now, that all this was real. But what bugged him was, why his name? why Daniel ?

Meanwhile, far, far in the meadows, Somewhere, drunk people surrounded a bonfire and kept singing or rather hissing hymns towards the Almighty and the Evils both. They wore black hooded robes covering their heads. It seemed like a ritual. One of them, then murmured raising his glass, “To Sazon, May he succeed in his mission, Only for the good. ” Rest of them followed, “Only for the good.”

Sazon, a tall wheaty, bald oldie, was on a mission. On the death of his beloved wife, he was so engrossed in the grief that he kept kissing her hand for hours until he bit the flesh out of her dead cold hand ripping it off. Eye-witnesses say,  he drank some of her blood too and this is what makes people believe that Sazon was mentally unstable after the sad incident .

The very next morning, he left a note over his wife’s tombstone,

“Whosoever do this to you Honey.. He pay for it. In the name of Evils I swear, He pay for it. Promise”

No one knows as of now as to where he went. Some believe Sazon’s wife keeps visiting her home every 17^th of the month at mid-night, just to wish Sazon his b’day (she died the same day). And not finding him there, she screams her heart out making people shit their pants in horror..

To be contd..

FATE Part One..

Dark, pitch dark it was! The foul odour around filled into the nostrils hinting his senses that the scene around must be a graveyard. 20 min or may be more, he kept on moving, walking his way out through dried grass rustling against the trousers. Time must have been around mid-night. Moreover, it was a no moon day(Or night as some may prefer calling). The cries of owls and wolves were hovering inside his head and his heart was pounding harder, with every step he took, there was a rush of blood inside his rustic body.

His sight soon adapted to the dark vision and his enlarged eye balls could now picture every single thing around. An old graveyard waited to welcome him. What he saw later made his heart skip some beats. There stood, an old man, possibly in his seventies, baldie, sleep deprived sunken eyes, with a blanket around covering his vital parts. Not to be discovered, the visitor hid himself behind one of the tombstone and tried to fathom what those weird actions carried out by the oldie could possibly mean!

There, right at the centre of four tombs was a sign, chalked out with a sharp equipment . It resembled a star with five vertices. At the centre of this sign, was a skull. The lower two vertices were occupied by a ‘X’ arrangement made out of bones, the upper vertex had a special stone and it used to glitter at regular interval. What seemed like a tiger’s nail and a rhino’s horn occupied the other two vertices of the sign. Later on, the oldie raised both his hands and facing the sky murmured something, being inaudible, all he could hear was hissing. In no time, the oldie's hands searched out for something in the sack he carried, and took out the thing. The visitor was horrified seeing a neck-slit head of a bull which the oldie held by the horns. Blood was dripping from the head, it was fresh blood. Holding it, the oldie made a circular movement around the sign and raising the head drank some blood from it.  Sickening and nauseating for the visitor, he felt like his intestines shrunk against his stomach. He wanted to puke but refrained from doing that. He then, preferred closing his eyes for a moment.  The horror made him do that.

After a while, on opening his eyes he was dazed furthermore. The oldie doing crazy stuffs had vanished along with all the things over the sign. The place around looked more calm and serene. Was it an illusion/ hallucination?
Well, courageously, the visitor hurried towards the sign to discover that the place where he saw the skull had been placed, bore a message beneath..

“RIP Daniel”

Totally perplexed, the visitor had no clue as to why his own name happened to be there !

To be contd.