by with No Comment CrimeLove

It was a beautiful day for her. These days, however, every day – every hour was beautiful and vivid to her. Her moods were dancing for the whole day. She was working at City bank and had a busy schedule for certain hours. It was 3:45 and a message popped up on her mobile screen: ‘So busy my lady! 😉 Coming there in a minute to make some transactions.’

She read that and excitement touched her mouth. She was feeding some data on the computer when Jack entered the bank with his dog. They passed smiles and he came directly towards her table where blank slips were.

It was the main branch of City and therefore still at this time, the bank was crowded with 26 customers and 10 bank workers. Everyone was busy on their own mess. Some customers were standing in line in front of the cashier. Some were filling bank slips and some were just sitting and waiting for something.

Jack’s dog was white and black – when they had met for the first time at some cafe, she told him casually that she likes dogs and she also had one once upon a time but died due to some sickness. And when they met again, he brought a doggy and said it was his sister’s, but she knew it wasn’t ‘cause if his sister has ever had one, he would have told her on their first meet up. She though liked that he bought the doggy there ‘cause she believed all excuses aren’t bad – like all habits aren’t bad ones. If it brings happiness to you then that told lie isn’t a lie it’s a reason for happiness.

They didn’t say hello or anything; their smiles were enough to let them know about the meeting sign. There was the silence between them and that was enough as a welcome sign. While he was filling details, four robbers with a black mask on face entered the bank; each had two guns in hand.

‘You all motherfuckers, lay down with hands-on head back.’ he heard a grim voice of the robber and the next moment, frightening the woman and their hisses and hatred. Everyone was in shock like coming of death. One of the bank workers was raising his hand to press the emergency button, but one of the robbers kicked him hard on his head and the next moment, he became unconscious; blood began flowing from his head. All the workers and customers got scared by that.

She was laid down beside her cubicle and he beside the writing desk three meters away. Their eyes were talking like some kind of love language was being shared. The tension was bouncing and dancing between them not to get hurt anyone of them by robbers. All were laid down, even the manager of the bank; he was being forced to open the safe or give them its key otherwise he would kill everyone in the bank. The manager had already called 911 and was in doubt whether to open the main safe or make it longer to give them. He chose to make it longer as he was responsible for the bank. He first said the keys were in the second drawer near that girl with a black shirt (near her). Robbers went to check for the keys but they weren’t there. All the robbers began breaking and cracking everything! – the desk, glasses, …almost everything that seemed breakable. The main robber shouted angrily again to the manager

‘’where are the fucking keys?”

The manager said “the keys were there.’’ acting unknown – making some fearful face. ‘These keys must be on the third drawer, I’m sure of that.’’

“Check that drawer’ the robber shouted with anger.

One of the robbers checked and there were some keys. She knew the main keys weren’t there. The main stroke of fear was still in the air. In a minute, all the keys got checked and the main safe was still locked. All robbers again began shouting and breaking everything, fear was remote now. Every robber had become crazy – pushing everyone and anyone whomever they saw. She still bowed and numb and he was the same. Looking at her both curiously and in the sign of danger; he was breathing heavily. One robber in anger kicked the manager and he became unconscious. Other robbers got furious by that robber’s action but nothing could be undone now.

After a minute, one robber came back to her front desk and saw a cup of coffee on the desk.

‘Tell me where the keys are or I will throw this on your face.’ he groaned.

‘I don’t know where the keys are’ she said with fright in her eyes and voice.

The problem was she knew and the robber had somehow found out that she knew, the way she had spoken these words.

 ‘I am asking you last time or you will be gone’ he groaned again.

As he said that, from behind Jack threw himself on the robber and while he did that other robber saw Jack and the next moment. Jack was upon the robber holding his gun and the other gun on him. One more robber came and put his gun on her. Jack had to throw his gun and put his hand on his head back. Since Jack had caught the gun all the noises stopped, but now, again noises began. Gun was on both her and his head.

‘Tell me where the keys are or I will kill him right away’ one noise groaned.    

She had no choice left than give up on keys. However, this all happened within a few seconds or minutes.

She came forward and gave keys to them from one of the desks.

Now, in the next few minutes, they grabbed as much money as they could and put it in bags. And while they were about to leave, the police began gathering.

The Bank was on the ground floor. One police car had just arrived. Jack saw that and tried to go out of the entrance miserably. One robber grabbed him from behind and went out of the entrance. Jack was being walked forward with the gun on his head. Two Police officers were there pointing guns on them in a doubt for what to do. Everything was confusing. If police attacked them, one citizen would die and perhaps other robbers who were still in the entrance would kill the suspects in the bank. When they were only 3 meters away from each other something happened suddenly which made her believe her lifelong belief that some people (some rare people on earth) are bullshit and couldn’t be trusted.

The main robber from the behind pushed Jack forward and Jack at the moment grabbed their gun and shot another police officer with the gun he had brought with himself. Now, after taking the gun of the police officer he shot him too and the next moment, they both were on the ground with the blood on their corpses. Now, other police sirens could be heard from a distance and all the robbers (including Jack) with the big bags entered the police car and drove it with optimum speed.   

Next day, she heard the news that Jack was a criminal and was one of the robbers. She couldn’t comprehend what to do in her life and believe anyone in the next relationship or never be involved in any kind of relationship at all. She put some weight on her thumb and closed it harder and hit the wall near her – her eyes were dark and watery since the robbery at the bank. She didn’t want to open it again to see the grotesque cruel world. Her suffering was beyond her any imagination to adequate the pain. But she knew she would be stronger and braver; she would pass it which now seemed almost never happening.

By Nikunj Virani

THE END

The hell

by with No Comment CrimeLoveMystery

It’s been many days since I have been stuck in this dark and cruel and perilous doom instead of going to heaven (after DEATH, you know – the end of the body and both pleasant and awful life in this universe) as I had done an agreement with this fu..ing God that when I die, I go to hell otherwise I don’t die at all ( that could be the nightmarish metaphor too ). I had never feared death before I entered this creepy place and found that it had been filled with full of lonely creatures. The rule here is pretty clear. If anyone makes a noise that person disappears the next day, it seems like God has a gang in this shitti hell to disappear people or maybe we can call God the gangster of the all-time. And I’m saying this all because someone just screamed a few days ago and the next day he simply disappeared like a puff of smoke! It was all done in spite of neither hurting and screaming and scratching and not even any sound of denial. It seems like he wants this world to have no more voice than two people talking with each other. Meanwhile, I have begun doubting that God might have some hearing problem. 

It feels like a prison from where nobody could escape, and even if you try and succeed, I wonder where would you end up! in heaven, earth or on another planet like . . . earth!!!. Who the hell knows, where anybody ends up from here, right! And by the way, is anyone sure where they are or is it the hell they are just talking about? I sometimes feel like I’m still on earth as I still need oxygen to breathe or it’s kind of a project of horrid doom and heaven. I sometimes even wonder what heaven could look like. 

I have, sometimes, wished that let’s shout out loud and get out of this crazy moron land and find out wherever it ceases. But I want to find here my sister who died in a car accident a few days ago (as per my memory on which sometimes I have doubted too). However, as I talked people by speaking low voiced, every moron on this planet has lost someone so everyone is like: there’s on the one side darkness to stay and on the other side hope to find someone they have already lost.

As I’m a 16-year-old boy, I haven’t seen a world on a larger scale though I know what’s going on here. We, every day, find 2 bottles of water somewhere here which I feel that it is other than water ‘cause that’s what keeps us maybe having a metaphor or an inexplicable illusion that we are in the whirling bloody hell by not having proper thoughts of anything, I hope this is right unless it’s also an illusion of having such thoughts. However, what about these bottles of water! Who put them there? who are they, the servants of God? 

Every day, I wake up, drink some water(which almost looks like it) and then sleep again or go outside to see from far away the people fighting with each other and kill each other over minor issues and smell the blood from a distance. I have made some friends here(yeah here too 😉 ): wild Jack, the same age as mine whom I meet 2-3 times per week and we do some crazy time pass shit together. Lisa, a white beautiful well figured 17-year-old girl, lives also near me (yeah there are damn filthy reeking tents here) whom I meet… almost three times per week and we take some risks and explore the hell like an adventure (but the bitter truth is it has been the goddamn suffering )which isn’t ‘cause mostly we have seen people killing each other by some distance and have never ventured to go near them. The land is dry and horrid bleak, far worse than the desert, sometimes there is blood everywhere, and sometimes not, sometimes I wonder who the hell cleans this blood every day or is it just an illusion of hell or it’s what hell looks like by the one hell of truth. Now, let me tell you what happened a few days (yeah let’s assume as days) ago: 

Maybe a month passed, life had been totally unfair. Once after being a good friend of Lisa and Jack, I tried to convince them that we should do something, wander here maybe, explore to some distance( under the milky sun, yeah it seemed milky and wasn’t giving a warm light but soft) so we can know what this place looks like. Jack agreed with me but Lisa didn’t. One morning, I and Jack started walking, but, before even striding about three miles we found some tents and ground full of blood and all the crazy shit. Fortunately, there wasn’t any sign of any human being, people got killed as a butcher kills chickens. Creepy blood, blood, blood, filth, filth, filth. The more I looked over the place, the dizzier I became. Jack brought me back to the tent where I lived. I woke up after several hours. Jack was ill-humoured so he liked seeing the bloodstream and was content after seeing something new after the same crazy shit of every day.

A day after, we decided to explore again for the sake of inner curiosity. Lisa joined us this time. As we reached the camp filled with bloodstream there wasn’t any blood. Everything got cleaned up! didn’t know how but it was just like that – a miracle filled with magic. From morning to almost 2 hours before evening we saw nothing, walking and resting, walking and resting was everything. However. somehow we didn’t get tired. We hadn’t even needed to rest and though, resting was a part of the human body so for the sake of that, we did rest and I felt marvellous not to feel human weakness. 

After many miles, we ended up at a mound and tried to see hell far away from where it met the horizon. Now, we got tired not from walking instead by seeing the same shit everywhere. Our mind had become weary but not Jack’s. We came back to a few hundred meters where we had seen two tents and stayed there for a night. Jack became very offensive while we talked about who will stay in which tent. He wanted his own tent so finally, we gave him. (At night some extremely offensive noises were heard so we never thought of going outside at night and frankly to give up)

Lisa and I had to stay in one tent. Somehow, she started talking about her miserable life on earth and I couldn’t resist and so I also began talking to her: She didn’t like going to school and surprisingly I also didn’t. Our some interests were even common like we both liked playing football. We both hated watching TV. However, she liked singing and I didn’t, so I demanded her nicely to sing a song for me and she did and it was madly beautiful.

The next day, we woke up and started walking again. Before we had even passed maybe three miles(it seemed so), some big guy with a huge axe came up and I thought we had nothing to fight for but there was Jack with a knife on the hand- the hero of the hell (i wondered where he found the knife, but then thought he might have taken it from these bloody awful tents). He went forward and the man with the big moustache and long hair attacked him but Jack slipped. I and Lisa strode away as fast as we could. But when we looked back from some distance, neither of them were alive. They both had killed each other. (Pure justice isn’t it? Two assholes killed each other?)

Now, we were in a weary situation.

‘our hero has died with honor.’ I said and laughed.

‘Think so’ she sighed.

A heavy Silence fell upon us.

( What the hell now? – I wondered)

A thing like a sun moved west and the cold wind was tumbling through my hair.

‘We should get their weapons. What do you think?’ I suggested.

‘It’s risky. You know’ she replied.

‘But the risk is our last hope. What if some other asshole comes?’

‘Yeah, right.’

‘Let me go alone then. If you don’t want to come. I will be back soon.’ I said.

‘No No I’m coming.’

We grabbed weapons and left that crime scene. We again started talking about our life on earth for some miles. Meanwhile, I could say: we had started liking each other. Now, we strode with holding hands, making fun and agreed on enjoying some moments before we finally would evaporate (in the air like from water becomes steam and here in the hell bodies disappear )‘cause we thought: Not today then tomorrow we will become like them: not even particles in the air we will be. However, there was nothing else to enjoy by sharing moments of our life than living in this creepy hell.

‘I never had any boyfriend’ she said, ‘It’s not like I didn’t like that shit you know’ she giggled. ‘I just saw my best friend Maria who had a boyfriend for two years and finally what happened? Her boyfriend broke up with her just ‘cause she liked joking too much! Moreover, he said ‘’You are not of my type!” She had laughed and so did I. ‘what the hell was he doing for that whole year? Is that that he liked her before and not now? Ohh, man! What the fuck man! that shit is huge and too bullshit, you know.’

‘Yeah’ I nodded.

Now, we reached the pick of the mound. She was walking front and had held my one hand which she liked to have someone near her. As we walked at the peak of the mound, a voice of foot scratching came nearer, and finally, I saw a man with long hair, tight jaw, his body followed after him as he strode. As we had held our hands, I pulled her with great force, and I realized that force could be helped to move forward so I pushed the coming man with my strong foot. The coming man tried to escape but couldn’t and so he got kicked strongly and finally, stopped rolling at the edge of the mound. We saw him with thumping heart till he stopped moving. Lisa looked into my eyes miserably like the end of the world and stopped shivering, grabbed my face, and kissed me like I had given her any signal for that. Her Soft lips were upon mine, rolling and pressing hard and showing love which no one had ever shown me before or liked me before on earth. Somehow time became infinity. And I realized there was also time and shit shit shit there was also the milky sun. She hugged me after that and said “ Thank you.’’ and eventually, after a long time in hell, I felt something. I could feel her thighs pressing against mine. Her breast making some moves and leaving no space in between two bodies. She entwined and whirled her one hand on my back and another on the neck, trying to feel me all, all at once and I gave her the same in return, with hands twisting and seizing. 

Some kind of dwindling engine approaching could be heard nearer not only from one side from every side. Like some trap of zombies, from where there was no escape. We saw the fallen man rising from the corner of our eyes who looked like a walking grotesque zombie. She hugged tighter with this new reality or the End of . . . and we shut our eyes like this was the last moment of our life to evaporate. Maybe not of life ‘cause life was already gone long ago rather just an existence in this world in this goddamn universe and time again slipped. 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, very hot air began roaring and wheezing and touching; somehow our bodies for the first time ever began sweating like wetting; making our chest and thighs adhesive — it almost seemed that our bodies had become some kind of magnet, leaving no space where it had not touched. 

When we eventually opened our eyes, fifteen cars had circled us. And They all were clapping. I thought a new dream had just begun, that the zombie killed us and we ended up in the new suffering, new time, under the new rules and new offensive air. Eventually, a professional man with fancy goggles and clothes advanced and said to leave your weapon. We did miserably.

He said: ‘We are scientists and it was a project which you have just experienced. What a human feels when a human thinks he is in hell and we have concluded a lot now. Thank you so much for that. You, for sure, now have doubt that what happened to your friend Jack right!. And so let me tell you he is one of the scientists. And he still lives.’ He said proudly like we were some toys that could be used for anything, anything at all!

From behind us Jack came and blinked on us. ‘I’m really sorry to tell you guys what you had to experience’ sighed Jack.

‘You shit basterds. It’s not a game’ yelled Lisa.

She held my hands, turned on my side, and said: ‘tell me what’s going on. I’m not understanding anything. It’s more than worse. I’m not getting anything’ Even I had no words. I was completely in shock. We directly shifted to the hospital. I saw my sister sitting beside me when I woke up(she wasn’t dead, yeah). She hugged me a little and said nothing, just silence was enough.

After everything, scientists came and told me and Lisa everything of that experiment. ‘Your food had been given by tiny pipes under your body at night and one injection had also been injected every day after you fell asleep so you could not sense anything in the body at a day like no test, smell, etc.’ 

After a day they asked us a few questions regarding sense and experience and we answered as best as possible. We left that hospital and hoped to never look back. It seemed like the beginning of a new life. 

Now, after a year, I and Lisa are still together and living together and sitting on the same bench in the school. And we enjoy school and life as the last moment of life being slipped away. 

THE END