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“Get hold of him.”
“He will not be saved today.”
“Get away from the way, rascals.”
“Get hold of him.”
Some ten young people were running in a narrow lane shouting at one another. All of them were in their mid to late twenties. A six feet tall, fair, handsome looking man was leading the gang. He was one shouting “Get hold of him.” All of them were having open and loaded guns in their hand. The man leading was holding Webely Scott four five - five calibre revolver and rest of the men were holding country made three knot three single shot pistols.
It was a narrow cull – de – sac lane. People on the lane ran for their shelters and those who were at their home shut their doors and windows. There was a pin drop silence and everyone could hear those men running. People were peeping outside from their windows.
Four young men were sitting at the door of their house and were bantering among themselves when they saw those men coming towards them. They ran and “Clinkk”
The first shot was fired from one of the country made pistol.
“Who fired. He is mine. Nobody will fire another shot.” The leader shouted.
"I will show him today what power means." He roared while running.
Speed of the four guys slowed as they looked back with the sound and the group reached them.
Four people grabbed one of them and stroke him hard.
“Run away you bastards.” One of those men threatened the rest of the three. They ran for their shelter.
The gang leader dragged the fourth person by his collar. There was a rectangular space at the end of the lane. There were houses all around that space and there was a well at the centre of the rectangle.
They dragged him near the well and forced his head down on the elevated edge of the well. The leader put the barrel of his gun on that man’s lobe.
Webely rammed for six time and there was blood all around. Those holding that guy had blood and pieces of his brain on their shirt.
The gang leader roared and threw his body inside the well.
Residents of the lane were witnessed every single moment from their roof top at the mid of afternoon.
The gang ran towards the concrete wall of cull – de – sac and scaled it. They jumped over the other side and within minutes vanished in the crowd near the railway track.
Within minutes siren of police vehicles echoed that lane and the team reached there. Followed by them came journalists, forensic experts, ambulance and crying members of the killed man.
Everything was so perfect. Everyone was doing ones job with utmost perfection and there was nothing to grudge for. Everyone knew that the gang will be arrested and booked by the law sooner than later.
It was only I who thought “Ah, humanity died again.”
I am still thinking "Has the power really been showed?"
Oh, my musings.
Utpal Kant Mishra
Sep. 22, 2016
P.S: This work of Fiction is being linked to #BlogChatter @BlogChatter for #MyFriendAlexa Week 4. This is my Musing ‘aloud’.