A Different Life

"What are you staring at?"

"Never seen a man ?"

The silence of the darkness broken by howling of the winds.

The courage of the spirit defied by timidity of the moment.

"I am sorry !", he mumbled.

"Dun you have any respect, any damn regret?"

"I said I am sorry I did not intend to annoy you, Sir", he fumbled.

"Now get lost, before something happens which you might regret all your life!!"

The steps were quick, the thought disarranged. The rhythmic sounds of leaves whistling gave way to the scattered noises of the feet hustling. Suddenly the shadows of the night were turning long and the lights broken on the streets with selective grace were showing a different way.

Scene 1

"What took you so long?"

"I saw him! Eye to eye !"

"It cannot be !!
How can he survive?"

"What will we do now? Where will we go? There is no way to escape! I was telling you from day 1 this is not what we should do!! But you never listened, you never understood, you goddamn never talk !!", she screamed.

"Lets go !"

"And where you wanna take me now? You are one dumb person, it was my biggest regret to marry a buffoon like you!!"

"Adriana this is not the time to fight and call names, we dun have time, he can be here any minute."

"Oh my holy God, why on the hell would this happen to me?"

"Adriana for God's sake stop crying, we need time to rethink what we should do, lets get out of here, go some place, we can get some time !!! Please for heaven's sake please listen to what I am saying. Its a question of our life and death !"

Scene 2

"The biggest joy of being ugly is that you are never able to see yourself all the time !", he declared.

"Sir, I have a question for you?" the young lad spoke.

"Go ahead son, this life is served by answering questions go on speak out !!", he shouted the effects of alcohol showing.

"Why do you live your life is such a disgust, drinking all the time, saying one of the most ridiculous statements and then making such a big ruckus about it?", the lad confidently inquired.

"Bravo, son, Bravo, first time in a very long time someone has had the balls to ask me what I am and why I am? I respect your bravery !!! I really do !! Brave Boy !! Bravo ! Bravo !"

"Sir, you did not answer my question "

"My dear laddie, hey you there Susie, I called him laddie, hey laddie laadddie laaaaadddiieee, oh never mind, so my dearest laddie, you want a answer huh, very well, my answer to your outrageously courageous question is BUZZ OFF !!! Dun you dare ask me why I do and what I do you understand ? Otherwise I swear by the balls of the woman who fed you milk that the day you do that I am gonna suck the blood off your nipples and show what living dead means!"

"You understand laddie? Cutie Little Laddie? Ooooh Kooochie Koooo Laddie, come to Daddie, he is not a Baddie, just a little Saddie ....."

Scene 3

"Can't you drive any faster? We might miss our train if you drive at this speed !!"

"Sir, this is the best Sir, I assure you Sir that you would not miss your train Sir"

"Dun Sir me !!"

"OK Sir"

"Oh never mind ........"

"Would you stop crying now? How can you cry for 2 hours at a stretch? I cannot think thanks to your crying and howling?"

'NIGHT CALLING OUT IN LOUDNESS, LET THE DARKNESS BE SURROUNDED BY LIGHT, LET THE INFINITE ENDLESS SURROUNDED BY FINITE BOUNDARIES'

"Hey hon, did you read that?"

"Its him !!" "He's here, we gonna die !! We gonna die oh my holy god ....... we gonna die !!!"

Scene 4

The night could not hide the murkiness of his evil face. The eyes were brown and round, the eyelids beautiful in shape, the brows never been better, the even rounded nose intersecting the face, the lips beautifully covering the smile. A handsome man with a evil face. The eyes translated the horror of the dead. Behind the beautiful demeanor lied a man with a cruel intentions.

"I am here for Mr. Abagore"

"I am sorry but he left earlier this night, at around 8 pm"

"Oh, just a little late I think .... can you help me where has he gone ?"

"I am sorry Sir, but I have no information regarding Mr. Abagore "

"Thats fine, can you help me with a glass of water, Madam?"

"Certainly", she turned.

Shoooooft.

A Shriek !!!! With penetrating pain in the neck, the lady collapsed on her knees. She could feel the warm blood oozing out of her neck. The lights were beginning to dim, she did not know where she was? What was happening? But it was not good !! Her eyes wanted to be closed, the hands did not move, she was paralyzed. The lights were gone. Darkness of death overcame her life.

Scene 5

"I dun understand why would anyone want to kill anybody?",he muttered.

"Who are you? Alice in Wonderland?!!", Mike exclaimed.

"Why you say that?"

"You asking why would anyone want to kill anybody, you are a cop dun you know there are hundreds of reason !!"

"I know there are hundreds of reasons, the question is how can anybody generate such a intense hatred to kill someone else?"

"Come on, Billy Boy, you dun need hatred to kill someone !"

"You must be kidding, right?"

"No, hatred is in fact the last thing you need to kill someone !"

"I dun get you. What are you saying, what makes you say that Mike?"

"Killing is a clinical process, a bit professional just like your doc dudes, the hatred is not a emotion you can afford. Its too dangerous. It clouds the judgment. "

"I still don't understand what you are saying? Killing does not require hate?"

"Hate and anger are emotions for emotionally unstable souls. The thorough killers practice the virtues of patience and tolerance. I knew one killer who had spent 5 years of his life managing to utter hardly 1000 words. Imagine 5 years and only a 1000 words. Killing is game of the mind. Just go back to the time when you were burning in hate, the extreme emotions of anger, when anyone coming under your fury would be burnt down to ashes. What were your actions? Were they controlled? How were you speaking? Did the right words come out? What did you manage to do? Did you command the situation? The answer to each of this question is a overwhelming NO. I don't say that murders are not committed by people who don't hate or who don't have any anger within them, but the real professionals are those who know that these emotions have a price to pay. That is, themselves !! And the last thing they want to sabotage is 'Their Reputation'."

Scene 6

"Wake up you ugly weasel ! Wake up and get out ! You stink like shit", he kicked.

"And shit it is my boy", he yelped. "Let the shit which so wonderfully stinks thy body be bestowed upon thee", he cracked out.

The old man rose slowly. Walking towards the basin, he washed his face. The mirror was showing a man with wrinkled skin, the beard not tended for months now, eyes wearing red with hangover and the scars reminding of his past. He was Algadeon.

Living in the mercies of his grandsons, he had lived a life which they never knew. There were dark secrets to his living, but he wouldn't tell. He would say "The shadows of death are haunting me, my speaking out is the impending time to my doom". Moving from one bar to another he drank, joked and rollicked about things which nobody concerned themselves with.

He was distracting them. He had thought out exactly how it was going to take place. The world would be fooled. Again.

He would rise and he would be respected. The time had come.