He pulled on the trigger back and forth, glaring at the elder man's frightened face. The old man's eyes constantly blinked as he trembled at the sight of the gun going towards his head. The gun was being held by a young looking man, dressed in a rugged brown jacket with matching jeans and hiking boots. He had a more innocent looking face, paired along with his straight, fringed brown hair. "I'll repeat myself one more time," the young man said. "Do you really wish to live?"
The old man quivered with fear as the gun dug into the skin of his forehead, ready to be fired. "Please...please don't hurt me, Kabir." the old man pleaded, folding his hands.
"Hurt?!" Kabir cackled. "I'm not hurting you. In fact, I'm only doing you a favor...by sending you abode." He pulled the trigger and the next thing was the sound of a gun shot echoing in the alley. The elder man was left alone by the side of a brick wall, dead with blood dripping from his head down to his face.
The young man, Kabir, wiped off the sweat that dripped down his cheek. He stuffed his gun inside his jacket and took out a pair of black shades, putting them on. Then, the sound of a phone ringing erupted inside his jacket pocket. He took out his cell phone and answered the call "Hello?"
"Well?"
"Job is done, boss."
"Excellent. Report back to the base."
Kabir dropped the call, placing his phone back in his pocket. Its official then, Kabir thought to himself. I've become a man.
Later on, Kabir was seen riding his motorcycle into an underground tunnel. As he reached the end, he got off the bike, looking ahead to a small passage way. He made his way down into the passage way, keeping watch around himself. He kept walking till he reached a tall, brown colored door. Kabir knocked on the door twice. After knocking, a guard slided the opening of the door, looking at Kabir, and then opened the door to let him in.
As soon as Kabir entered, an older man along with two other boys turned to him. The older man grinned and opened his arms, "Kabir, my boy...welcome back."
Kabir grinned, giving the older man a hug. "How are you, boss?" Kabir asked the man, letting go.
"All is well. Now that the old man has been knocked out of the park, we can take care of other things," the older man said. "Boys...the month has ended. So now...I want to bestow the newest honor to our society."
Kabir and the other two boys looked at each other puzzled. "As owner and leader of this society...'Killer of the Month'...will be given to Kabir." the older man said. The two boys turned to Kabir, who gave an overwhelmed face. "But Raja bhai, why this?" Kabir asked.
"Don't question me, Kabir!" Raja exclaimed. "There's nothing to question about this world...I told you that. What have I taught you?"
"Survive to kill. Kill to survive." Kabir answered.
"Exactly. And you have done that so smoothly. Everyone in the Killers Society will have to learn from you," Raja said. "I don't have too much to reward. Instead, I will raise your pay for this month."
"Boss, I don't do this for the money," Kabir said. I do this for-"
"Don't complain! Money is needed for survival as well." Raja said.
Kabir nodded. Just then, a man came up to Raja and said, "The boy is here." Raja turned to the man with a grin and said, "Bring him in."
The man brought in a young boy into the room. The boy was scrawny, looked around eighteen or nineteen years of age, and wore a red shirt, blue shorts, and no shoes. "So you're the boy who has come all this way to meet us," Raja said. "What's your name?"
"Ayan." the boy replied.
"Ayan! Now...why are you here?" Raja asked.
"To join the Killers Society." Ayan answered.
"Have you seen your size?! You're as skinny as a twig! And you think you're worthy of being here?!" Raja asked.
"Why not?! I bet I am than stronger any of you!" Ayan exclaimed.
Raja looked at Ayan, appalled. But his disgusted face changed to that of an evil grin. "Stronger?! I may run this place...but only three of my killers fit that word. Take a look at them," Raja said. He first pointed to the quiet boy in the same uniform as Kabir with smooth, brushed back black hair. "This is Aryan. He has killed a total of twenty five people."
Raja then pointed to the next boy, who had flatter brown black hair and wore a more cleaner version of the uniform. "That one is Sahir. He has killed thirty eight people." As Raja pointed to each one, Ayan began to show faces of distraught. He started clenching onto the ends of his shirt as he began to sweat tremendously. "And lastly, Kabir," Raja said, pointing to Kabir. "Today, he scored the grand fifty. Now tell me, do you think you are better than them?"
Ayan struggled to answer. "I...I'm sorry...I think I said too much. I didn't mean to insult all of you." Ayan mumbled.
"Now look at you! You're trembling like any weakling would! And here you came, talking like a big, grown man!" Raja cackled. "Words mean nothing when actions bring bullets!"
Ayan remained silent, standing in fear. "If you still think you can kill, then fine." Raja said. He drew out a revolver from his jacket pocket and placed it in Ayan's trembling hand. "Take this gun and shoot my men." Raja ordered. Kabir, Aryan,and Sahir turned to Raja, who nodded at them in return. Ayan could barely hold up the gun straight at the boys without shivering. "Go on," Raja continued speaking to Ayan. "SHOOT!"
The sound of Raja's temper made Ayan drop the gun on the floor. Raja looked at him, giving an evil smile. He shook his head and said, "Just what I thought. A mere weakling you are. You talked big, but no bullets came out. Which is why...I'll have my 'Killer of the Month' do the honors."
Raja turned to Kabir, who nodded in response. Kabir drew out his gun from his jacket. He took out some extra bullets from his pocket and loaded them into the gun. He held the gun, pointing directly at Ayan, who had tears go down his innocent face. Kabir pulled the trigger. And next thing you know...Ayan fell to the ground, his blood staining the floor. "And now...you score fifty one." Raja grinned. Aryan and Sahir kept quiet, looking down at Ayan's dead body. "Guards!" Raja called. Two men came up to Raja. "Take away the body," Raja ordered. "And clean up this mess! I don't want the blood to stain the floor!"
The guards nodded, taking away Ayan's body. Raja sat down in his thrown like chair, taking out a cigar from his jacket pocket and lighting it for a smoke. "Killing with no mercy. And killing those who aren't fit to survive," Raja said. "That's what makes...the Killers Society."
Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
Advocate Anjali Awasthi
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