It was an after rain….the rustic grandpa trees…swampy grass…birds hugging each other…enjoying the romance, the nature gifted them..…hiding from drizzling cold shower in their partner's wings…enjoying the first drops….in that hot summer eve….
She could almost hear the tiny chirps of her eggs…..it was about to hatch…The rain made a nice soft bed of her nest.The eggs hatched…It’s a chubby boy and a cute girl…a rain drop, fell on their tiny heads, from the leaf above…giving a quick shower to our twins…She gave both of her pebbles a tight warm hug…Then flew off to fetch some snacks for their brand new, tiny hungry tummies…..
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The Bubble Elementary School, not that far from the rain forest….The kids there could almost hear the chirping cries of the new twins in the woods…It seems the rain couldn’t reach the school…it’s still so hot…and silent.
Silence, is not the kind of adjective that should ever be used with School…It’s scary….
Could see masked men...two masks,running along the school corridors…These corridors are supposed to be echoing with laughs and sounds of running footsteps of small sneakers at this time…but now, it was empty except for a shoe left out alone, without its pair, few dots of red here and there…A five year old leg, was left hanging out of the bathroom door….Still…Dead…..
It was the III grade class room….There were four hearts beating really fast in that closed walls…That of the two masked men, wounded and two kids…twins…hostages….
She, their mother was standing outside the class room door, with few of the staffs and a few policemen….helpless.
Sweat…blood…tear, she was all washed out with these….She shouted…requesting for her sons.She pressed hard against the class room walls…but there wasn’t any answer…
After some time,what seemed like hours…they heard gun firing from the room…she went crying, running into the room….The door slammed closed behind her…and she was pushed to the to the floor from behind…She turned back to see her sons, all tied up but, alive…She got up from the floor, to reach them, but was hit back on to the floor by one of the masked man….
She noticed other one was lying on the other corner of the room, in a blood pool…dead…The masked man started firing out of the window, to the direction of forest…shrieking in agony…frustrated…and he took away the masking turban….
Long hair jumped out onto his scarred face….It was… a Woman…
She looked back at the mother….her eyes…blood red…raging in anger…She walked slowly towards the blood pool…Unmasked the other...it was a man…and gave a kiss on his forehead…and closed his dead eyes….
She then pointed the gun straight at the mother’s face and started saying something….She was trying to speak in english...
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One of her hot bullets hit on the barks of the dried up trees on the hill side….a spark…and a fire…a wild wire was broke open…left loose…
The hungry fire devoured half the area in a few seconds…The sound of the gun shot and sudden deadly warmth called the mother bird back to her twins…..Her eyes was all yellow and orange…the reflection of the wildfire that almost neared her first hatchlings…She hugged the crying twins tight...into her tiny wings….The fire has now started tasting her tree…her home…Her heart was cracking along with the creaking sound of the trunk breaking into halves….She clutched the wingless twins, one in each of her claws….She dropped them many times back into the nest….Finally, she got a vague grip and flew off, from her falling home… into the half eaten…burning forest…all yellow in fire…all around….
With all the smoke she couldn’t see anything….She continued flying…struggling hard to stay in air…grip slipping at every turn….The twins were getting heavy in her clutches…She couldn’t hold both of them in a tight grip…her claws started slipping…but there wasn’t any tree left were she could place one of them for a while….she was flying over sea of fire that’s reaching out it’s claws to catch her twins…
It’s too hard for her to hold both of ‘em and fly to safety….
It’s done…it’s over…….she need to take a dirty choice now….
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The lady pointed the gun at the twins…Mother cried for mercy…The lady seemed to be enjoying every drop of her useless weeps…She removed her overcoat…and revealed that she was all wired up…
After a long gap of silence…..the lady pushed the boys a bit closer to their crying mother…She wiped off her tears and came near her sons to pick them up…The lady with gun sensed her motion stood up in a swift motion and pointed the gun back at the tied up kids...
Their mother stood dead still….
The lady spoke….”pick….one…….”
She couldn’t believe her ears…
Mother asked “WHAT???...”
“Pick…..Choose one….” And then she showed the timer….00:00:59
“1 min….pick one and go….out….”
00:00:50
She looked in the blue...watery…eyes of her 5 year old sons….
“I’ve to pick one among them…? My sons? My only sons???” the question echoed in the walls of her aching heart....
00:00:45
“No time……fast…choose one or leave...”
00:00:44
All the sweet memories…Their first smile….first walk….all those peek-a-boos…first day cry at school…All flashed back like it happened just yesterday and now, has to make a decision that would leave one half of these moments, just a memory that would be so painful to cherish……
00:00:43
“PICK…………”
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Fire was getting taller and higher…and she was almost down for a crash land….
Both of them were too heavy for her to fly high….She has to drop one of them...to save the other….But the very thought tore her heart apart….it was burning hot…hotter than the forest…But she has to……
She made up her mind to do it, at the next turn…She didn’t look back at the tiny cries at her claws….The next turn was just a second apart. She took the turn…closed tight her eyes…and opened up one of her claws…she didn’t even know which one….and with the less weight of her only DAUGHTER…she flew higher…and higher…out of the forest…out of the smoke…and out of the wretched fire that made her kill, her son..
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00:00:35
“NOW……”
00:00:33
“I…I can’t…..”
00:00:30
“NOWWW”
00:00:24
Mother stood up and ran towards the lady grabbed the nearest tiny hand …turned and gave a final helpless look at the other son…tied up at the gun point..
“RUN…RUN….”
She hugged tight to her son…and ran out through the fire exit…The policemen and the rest followed her ,out of the school…….
00:00:00
2 comments:
touching one...
oh...man........
y did u do dis???
enda engane oru frame...Nw I feel, like 10 copies of that big fat book of electronics piled up on my chest...( jst lyk wat u told in ur latst writing )
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