Friday, October 14, 2011

Who is the king?

image: Michael Sowa, from The Little King

as shared at Magpie Tales

It was 2 in the morning. Robin’s prey flinched once again. Going in and out of consciousness for the past three hours, hands tied by thick barbed fence wires from across the field, the body slumped and hit the floor face down.
A malicious smile spread on Robin’s face.

Bloody bugger! Thought he could have me behind bars .In your dreams, pal-

A bolt of lightning whizzed through the gray night interrupting him. Something clicked in his mind. Aaah!
He now knew how he wanted to kill this one.

Grabbing the curtain rod he hauled it out of its holders. Its sharpness was still not up to his liking. He picked his coffee mug & took a sip of the steaming hot black coffee while deliberating over his weapon. He did not drink when he was on a mission and this was important.
Taking out his machete from his shining leather belt, tongue pulled between his front teeth, he started honing the rod ends. Minutes later he kicked the body in front of him. It trembled and stilled again.
Still not dead? You got guts, man. Good, you will need them.

He kneeled down in front of it and grazed the rod on a battered cheek. He took a deep breath, smell of fresh blood oozing out of the gash filling his nostrils. Ach! This red slimy stuff always brought him dizzy joy. And they say only liquor could make you euphoric. Liquor was damn expensive these days, but this…this was cheap, very cheap…and nasty. He gave a vicious roar of laughter.
Who’s the king? once again? And spat with all his vigor. In your face, loser!

Cocking his head to one side he appraised his prey. Suddenly the body stirred somehow sensing the inevitable. Becoming serious, Robin returned back to business. He wanted this body alive when he did what he was about to do. He stood and raised his hands griping the rod. He was about to pierce it through the body but he gasped. The rod slipped from trembling hands as Robin clutched his heart. Writhing in pain he fell on the body. Both the bodies squirmed and twisted around each other, their torrid breaths mingling. Spitting and panting their eyes locked on each other. Hearing the impatient huffing, one would think that a full-on make-out session was in progress.
It started raining outside and an hour later the cottage went silent.

Morning’s Daily read: “Underworld King-Robin died with a massive cardiac arrest after torturing the corrupt Coffee King to death”

The unknown shrugged.
Confused souls! At least now they should know who the king is, mused the Divine being.
Raising His coffee mug He offered a toast to flatter Himself. Any wonder the coffee mug read “Try me”?

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Bikramjit said...

hmm good story .. so both died then .. not good .. when i want my revenge i will make sure i dont die .. as i would like to enjoy the WIN :)

yes i can be evil sometimes he he h

the word bugger reminded me of my maths teacher , he would usethat word so much ...


Nanka said...

Interesting story!! Good read!!

Suzy Q said...

I love this surreal but brilliantly conjured take on the prompt :)

anilkurup said...

" Try me".
That is a end with a warning!
I liked the description. But also feel a little more narrative of the gory job could have brought forth more punch in the plot and the outcome.

Lena said...

I enjoyed this piece. Popping off after revenge would be victorious enough for me!

....Petty Witter said...

How wonderful - I thought that last sentence amazing ...... 'Try Me', what inspired writing.

Jack said...

E T,

Kept me glued till end. Well narrated with twist in the end. Keep writing.

Take care

Arnab Majumdar said...

Interesting tale, the surreal touch to it was great.

Arnab Majumdar

....Petty Witter said...

Stopping by to say hello.

....Petty Witter said...

Dropping by to say hello, I hope all is well.

....Petty Witter said...

Stopping by to say hello.

phatichar said...

Good one..had to read twice to really get it - somewhere in the middle it goes a wee bit off-track. The bolt of lightning not only interrupts him, it interrupts the reader as well - for a minute I thought there was an intruder there.

Nice twist of fate :)

Nikita Banerjee Bhagat said...

Interesting read and what a twist!

Kanthu said...

So the cardiac arrest killed him.? I was expecting the victim to do something. You know, 'Avenge before you die' kind. Nice read. :-)

Destiny's child said...

My first visit here and what a bloody experience! :D The way you described it brought it alive. And the Unknown Soul had the last laugh in the end. Neat. :)