Apologies first. I have been on vacation in Australia(loving it here) and have had little opportunity to blog. For now, here’s a new flash fiction which is my first entry in Tanmay Jain’s FTS Project. Here it goes:
There was something extraordinarily ordinary about murder that people just didn’t get!
It was the natural order of things. A hunter hunts and prey gets murdered. Yet, us humans deem to curb our natural instincts. Our societies condone murders and have made laws protecting the prey. It makes sense, since most of the lawmakers are prey themselves.
I don’t take these laws too seriously anymore There was a time when I did that. I believed the laws and joined the military to protect the prey. A few close encounters knocked some sense into me. I defected. Went off the radar and began doing what I was born for. I am quite good at it too. Sixty seven on my kill list and no cop has even got close to figuring my identity. Number sixty eight should be fun.
The turnover of our company has been poor in recent times. This toy will reverse that. I know I’ve said this before, but this time my mechanical spider will definitely bring us money. Now to test it on a kid. Here he comes. Watch how he flees away once this spider begins moving. And..see there as that child runs away in sheer horror. Isn’t my toy brilliant? The perfect toy for this halloween season.
With every step I took, I was met with a pair of adorable eyes. There were more beauties in the pet-shop than I could buy. I walked up to an Alsatian. It looked majestic just like its price tag. I shook my head and turned to the shop attendant. I told him my budget. He nodded understandingly. He showed me a white Pomeranian, not as good-looking as the Alsatian, but it would have to do. Beggars can’t be choosers, after all.
Besides, I bet both of them would taste equally nice in a stew…
We knew about his schedule. He was a man of habit and never swayed from his plans. That made it easy for us to hatch the plot. The servants were easy enough to get rid off. A coin here, a holiday there, and they weren’t going to cause any problems. His bodyguards were an issue, but wine and women had taken care of them.
On the planned date, he was all alone during his walk. The senile statesman did not even notice his solitude until our knives pierced him.
No, I must not think of that. The water is refreshingly warm. It engulfs me snugly like a blanket on a wintery night. In no way can it harm me. The Deep Ones will surely see that I am one with the water. They will surely spare me when they finally surface, choosing to enslave me instead. I would gladly serve them, my aquatic masters. I only have to remember, that the water is not cold.