Wednesday, 19 November 2014

You're Next, Buddy - Part 7!



YOU’RE NEXT, BUDDY
PRE-NOTE:
Kindly excuse correct the grammatical mistakes. Thanks in advance. :-)
PART 7:
“What? What just happened?” Sylvia ran into Prashanth’s room and questioned Priya breathlessly.
Priya didn’t answer immediately as she was staring at both the papers in each of her hands and then scrolled her cell phone as though she was verifying certain details. “What?” Sylvia asked one more time with a puzzled expression as she came closer to her friend. “What is it, Pri? You’re scaring me.”
“Not much. But this guy had an appointment with James Alwin on the day he died,” she handed over the medical test results with the logo of the Malar Hospitals on top and James Alwin’s signature on bottom.
“That’s it? That’s why you screamed as though The Arrow sprang up from behind and tried to strangle you?”
Priya pouted naughtily. “Come on, don’t be dramatic.”
Sylvia grinned. “Am I?” Yet while looking at Priya’s determined face, a guilty expression passed across her face and she became serious. “Priya, you can’t second-guess ineffability.”
“Listen, this is important because the story is not over yet. I just found out that this guy ordered a pizza in the morning that Badrinath got killed.”
“Probably I’d have done that too but I just don’t remember what I ate that day. Is eating pizza a crime these days?” said Sylvia, rubbing her hands distractedly.
Priya looked wretched. “You’re so dumb!”
Sylvia was offended. “Come on!”
“Aren’t you gonna ask me interesting questions like ‘Priya, how do you know that the pizza delivery guy’s name is Badrinath? Priya, how do you know that it was the same day that he was murdered?’ etc.,”
Sylvia pulled the other paper from Priya’s hand and noticed that it was a feedback form from Pizzahut with Badrinath’s name on it. “I can guess the rest. As you saw two victims’ signatures, you went ahead and checked the internet for the dates that they were killed.”
“And it coincided with the dates that this guy met them. Come on, we gotta turn him in,” said Priya desperately.
“The police will think that we’re mad if we just showed a pizza feedback form and a blood test. We need more than that.”
Priya nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right. Will there be any other evidences that would connect him with the other two victims?”
“I am psyched. Let’s search,” said Sylvia excitedly.
But she didn’t commence her search like Priya – more like she couldn’t. The complete difference between the two brothers’ rooms bemused her first and later she was amazed by the beauty of the younger brother’s room. If Vasanth’s room was full of books, Prashanth’s room was full of little creative things. There was Iron Man toy made of bottle caps alone, a robot done using pipes, a building built of match boxes, a princess doll carved out of a soap and the list went on.
It was like he could build anything out of nothing. “He is an architect…”
“That doesn’t matter to us. Call me when you find something more interesting than that,” said Priya irritably from the other end of the room.
“Yeah, yeah, I am doing that. It’s just that I can’t believe that this guy could damage anything…”
“What?” Priya sounded more chagrined.
Sylvia gave her an awkward smile and said defensively, “I am looking for further evidences…”
Her eyes fell on a tall construction with cardboard – the outside was painted in blue and was pleasant for eyes whereas the interiors were painted in purple that gave a sudden intimate feeling. “Beautiful!” Next to it, she found a letter and read it aloud. “Hey, he has got a meeting with the CEO of The Purple Penchant to get an approval for the new office. You know, Priya, they actually look forward to creative ideas and I think…”
Priya didn’t seem to be listening. She interrupted Sylvia midway and said, “Got it, Sylvi. The fourth victim Juhi Sinha is a painter, remember? He had bought a picture from her on the day of her death – look, it’s hanging right here,” she pointed out and Sylvia verified the signature on the portrait and gave a thumbs up. “Incredible, Priya, so he meets them professionally and then just tortures them to death. I am missing something here.”
“We’re not missing anything, Sylvia. Who is the next guy that he’s got appointment? You said something now… The purple what?”
Sylvia’s face wore an unbelievable expression. “You’re preposterous. You don’t know the CEO of the purple penchant?”
“If you do, let’s just go straight to him and we gotta warn him,” said Priya, pressing her hands together.
“Warn who?” Both the girls jumped at the male voice that was coming from the entrance of the room. It was Vasanth.
************
The Arrow set the camera at an angle, gave a satisfactory nod and went out. Vijay’s throat burned and he started saying something but ended up coughing.
“Vij, is there a way…”
Finally after considerable effort, he said, “I can loosen the chain a bit now. But I’ll lose all my strength in 30 minutes and I’ll be useless. So it’s important to get you out at first.”
Bhargav turned his head slowly. “What are you? A saint? Did Indhu dance around you to wake you up from your penance?”
“Listen, there is no time for your protests now. Let me see if I can bring the chainsaw close to me and operate it with my legs.”
“All right, kill yourself. That’s all what I want,” said Bhargav vaguely.
“No, I am going to try to cut the chains around me. It’s okay if I am getting hurt – like I said, I am not going to get out of this alive. But you should make sure that you will stop that guy.”
“Stop him? I’ll tear him limb by limb and…”
Vijay gave an appalling look and shook his head. To Bhargav’s horror, Vijay went on to work his way with the chainsaw using his legs. Even though he was being careful, Bhargav could see that he was slowly slipping away as he shook his head to keep him awake and his breathing got heavier. It must be the effect of poison, thought Bhargav.
Vijay let himself slouch to the right in the chair, at first trying to ignore the pain in his right side — pain that felt like an increasing bubble of pressure, something similar to a tooth impaction— and then giving way and panting. He slumped farther in spite of the pain. His toes brushed the chainsaw but succeeded only in pulling it a quarter of an inch closer. Vijay slid down in the chair, still slumped to the right, and bit his lower lips harder at the pain in his thighs.
He pinched the tip of the saw between his toes . . . grabbed it . . . almost lost it . . . and then managed to get it under the chair. “This is harder than I thought. I wasn’t trained for this.”
“Obviously. No one is trained to operate a chainsaw while their hands are bound in the back. But don’t worry; I am going to teach it to my kid in the future. Of course, I won’t forget to poison him and make sure that he will bleed like hell as well,” said Bhargav, looking away and his voice acidic.
Vijay’s mouth flew open. “Why are you even mad at me? What did I do?”
“It’s more about what you didn’t do – I want you to be mad at me. I want you to shout at me. I want you to tell me to go to hell. I want you to ask him to poison me as well. I… I hate you for leaving me to face Indhu. I do…”
“That would be the last thing that I… See, you’re struck here because you were with me. How could I be mad at you?”
“I don’t know, Vij. But don’t talk to me…”
Vijay sighed and decided to have a go at the chainsaw once again. He figured out the knot and realized that if he could just manage to cut the connection between the two chairs, freeing themselves would be easy. And to their luck, that part of the chain was in the floor. He had to use his right leg to bring the chainsaw and the steel chain together and the work brought a fresh slough of pain, and when the act was accomplished he could do no more than sit and pant for a while. He was quite sure he was going to puke, but that passed.
He waited calmly for his head to stop spinning. ‘What are you doing?’ Part of his mind scolded wearily after sometime. ‘Are you waiting for the pain to go away, Vijay? It won't. Your mother taught you Yoga and what did she tell you?’
Sitting there, head thrown back, face shiny with sweat, hair plastered to his forehead, Vijay spoke one of them aloud now, almost as an incantation: “There may be fairies, there may be elves, but God helps those who help themselves.”
“What?” asked Bhargav despite himself.
“My mom’s favorite quote,” said Vijay. “Bhargy, I am having only one chance. I am going to try to cut it in one shot. It’s going to make lot of noise and so you have to free your bonds in 40 seconds – that is, before The Arrow comes in. And you should be ready to tackle both of them, just in case something goes wrong. Will you be okay?”
Bhargav’s face brightened for the first time since the evening. He understood that this was his only chance to save him and his sister’s husband. He must do his best. He nodded firmly.
“Thanks. And if I fail, forgive me.”
“Vij, please…”
He looked at the door once and shushed Bhargav. “Fight him only if it’s necessary. Otherwise just escape through that window and go straight to the next house. Get help.”
Bhargav’s jaw dropped. “Do you want me to leave you here?”
“You outnumber them by 1 to 2. Trust me, our chances are better if you don’t involve in a fight.”
“Vij…”
“Please!”
“Okay,” said Bhargav half-heartedly.
Vijay turned his lower half in his chair and pulled the plug with his toes. He breathed a sigh of relief as the sharp blade of the chainsaw cut through the chain faster than he expected. “Thank goodness,” he said when the bond between the two chairs was undone. Bhargav worked his way to loosen the chain and when he was completely free, he saw the door open.
“Please, go,” shouted Vijay. “Do not…”
Bhargav stood speechless in a dilemma and then decided to follow the words of Vijay. The next house was just three minutes away and more help was better in this case. He definitely could not handle two lunatics and he shouldn’t risk the chances of getting both of them alive out of this mess. He made a quick run towards the window, unlocked it and jumped out.
The Arrow reached for the window but didn’t succeed in the attempt of catching him as Bhargav dodged the enemy easily. He slammed the window door back at his face and the arrow had to back away. Vijay felt weak but when Arrow’s partner was close to him, he released himself from the last steel band that fastened him to the chair.
“No,” cried the partner, as Vijay sent his fist out in the driving blow that caught the opponent just above his heavy gut. He doubled over with a loud “Ooof!” Vijay leaned out of the chair and delivered a quick chop to the back of the neck of the partner. His karate teacher would have given a deep bow to the blow. The partner dropped to the floor as if felled by an ax.
The Arrow didn’t waste time admiring Vijay’s skills though. Yet unlike his partner, he didn’t dare to face Vijay directly even though he was at his worst. His hands pulled a dart gun out of his pocket and used it wisely. He aimed perfectly and before Vijay could duck, the dart from the gun stitched in his chest. Vijay smiled. “I know why you want to kill me now. I am beginning to get your story,” he said before his eyes drooped and he went down.
The Arrow walked to his partner first and sprinkled water at him. The partner blinked. “What happened?”
“One second,” he said, moving towards Vijay. He slowly pulled the dart gun’s Arrow out – it was drenched in blood and he smirked. “I am sending this Arrow to Indhu along with the video. Clear our, everything. Now!”
“Is he dead?” asked the partner, getting up slowly.
The Arrow took Vijay’s hand and checked his wrist for the pulse. There wasn’t any. He nodded shortly and said, “He’s dead. Mission accomplished.”

To be continued.
Comments and criticisms are welcome. :-)
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Thanks & Regards,
Lavanyaa

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