He (Rogue) fell on the floor with a thud. Somewhat scary. Must have broken a tooth or two in the process. His eyes wide open. And here I was lying on the floor facing him right into his eyes. His eyes seemed to have recognized me. But he couldn’t do much except lying there and waiting to be carried away in the lap of death. I could see the blood forming a pool around his body. That was nauseating. I can’t blame myself either. I had never seen such a scene before!
As I lay on the floor, I could hear footsteps receding. Those didn’t belong to someone on mission. They were quite jittery. Undecided and clumsy. I could as well hear the door shut with a mild cringe. That made sure that he (Destiny’s Child) was gone. That made sure that both of us would have to bear the deafening silence of this room. Since none of us could move, it was a wait till eternity. I caught his eyes once again. Battling eyelids, they were starting to get moist. He was not able to move, but the whole scene of life battling it out within the trap of death was surely moving.
My smoky nostrils were getting too hard to bear. It was tough to keep looking at that man. However hard I tried to keep my eyes shut, it came to nothing. It seemed like it was in my destiny to witness that scene being played out in front of me. I pitied that man. Well of course he had an altercation just a few moments ago and was fuming badly. If I remember correctly, it had something to do with some delivery. Someone had botched up the whole deal. Things could get hard to comprehend when you sit in the dark eavesdropping. To be precise: in a closet. And then sense failed to prevail. I could sense some punches flying here and there, some punches lying on cheeks and bones. And then light. The last thing I remember is the other guy (Destiny’s Child) holding me in front of the Rogue. A booming sound. Within moments, I fell flat on the floor. And then, the Rogue fell on the floor with a thud.
I think by now he must be dead. His eyes aren’t moving. His body is not moving. He seems to be in a mood to keep looking at me forever. I hate this. Why can’t I move or even close my eyes? I feel so helpless! His gaze is so piercing. I need help.
I can hear the door opening and footsteps nearing the room. Someone seems to be standing at the entrance of the room and taking stock of what really happened. Is he the Destiny’s Child? Has he come back to see how things are shaping up in here? A pair of shoes goes towering above my head. Nicely polished and shiny. He stands between me and the Rogue. I can’t see his face yet. He’s looking at Rogue. He bends down. Nice Khaki shirt he’s wearing. Stars on both the shoulders. Three at least on both sides. He wears a cap, slightly leaning forward. He turns around. I see his face. Grim looking eyes fixated on me. He won’t touch me as he didn’t touch Rogue. He stands up. Adjusts his cap and asks someone to handle me with care. That I suppose is the ideal way to handle a M1911 pistol!
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