A Son’s Vengeance!

Murderer! He shouted.

I was caught unawares as I heard the sound of my door getting slammed. I turned around and was shocked to see who was standing in front of me. A mistake that had grown up due to my reckless nature, and a mistake that I had failed to have taken care of at the right time. There was no one else at home, the maids were off and there was no way out of the room. I was cornered. He had timed it properly and waited for the right time to pounce.

Masterstroke.

‘I’ve not come to ask you why you killed my father. I’m here to seek vengeance’, he said, his voice loud and clear in the close room.

I knew it was of no use trying to reason with someone who had made up their mind, rather trying to reason with someone who had lost his father because of me. Still, worried about my immediate future I tried to say something but he dismissed me.

‘Please, listen to me! I accept that I was the reason your dad is no more, but it was not my decision. I was forced to carry out the orders from up above!’

He knew that the blame game would start and people would start pin-pointing others. He was prepared for this. But his investigations and sources told him that he had found the right person and that if he spared the culprit tonight, the next day his own life would be at stake. He tried not to listen to what the culprit (I) had to say and wanted to get his work done and leave at the earliest. But then his instincts told him that making this man speak would help him get some more information on the dastardly act that was committed and the injustice that was done to his father. So, after a split-second decision, he gave the culprit a chance to speak.

‘Go on, tell me who all were involved in this!’

I could recollect the entire course of events, like it happened just yesterday. When one person rises up the ladder faster than the normal, expected rate he is bound to face opposition and earn the wrath of many. Often, people are so busy focussing on taking the next step in the ladder that they forget about the people surrounding them and their intentions. Word gets around, the common enemies of the aspiring leader gather around and take it forward. The same thing happened to this person and people decided to get him out of the way quietly. Aware that he wouldn’t move out quietly if given an option, they decided to get rid of him for good, for reasons unknown, and passed on the dirty work to me.

They made me an offer I couldn’t refuse and I had to take responsibility to ensure the smooth completion of the operation. We planned and made it look like an accident. It did look convincing enough, but again a few people weren’t convinced and they probably told his family about the suspicious circumstances and the primary suspects of what could have actually been a murder. But it looked like someone in authority had silenced those who spoke and for a while they seemed to have gotten away and breathed without a worry.

Six months later, I stood in front of his son who had pointed a gun at me.

I tried to say something but I could sense how angry he was and I was sure whatever I said would enrage him even more. He was shouting in anger and just as I was about to say something, he pulled the trigger.

I woke with a start, and realized he perhaps I’d had a very bad dream. I realized I was sweating despite the air conditioning and that I was breathing quickly. I took a sip of water, took a good look at room I was in, ensured that the room was locked from inside and decided to sleep.

A minute later, the lizard that was watching the man tremble smiled to himself and decided to jump down from the ceiling and finish what he had planned for so long. Finally he would bring justice to the man who had murdered his father.

P.S. This is my first attempt at writing a story. Looking forward to your feedback

P.P.S. Please be nice 😀