The Last Bullet of the Welshes

by Vinayak Dasgupta
The world seemed sinister all of a sudden. Travis Welsh walked down the crowded street, eyes open yet closed with a dark cloud over his head. He slowly touched his wrist. The blood stained handkerchief around it was still wet and soggy.

He looked up to see a middle aged woman passing by, looking at him with questioning eyes. She quickly turned away when she saw him looking. She seemed sinister, demonic. His Magnum weighed down on his hip like a nagging child, urging him for attention. He passed the old broken down church behind the big shopping mall. He had some interesting and good memories in the church. He chuckled, thinking how obsolete and meaningless those memories were.

He knew time was running out, for even though he could stop his wrist from bleeding out, he could not do so with his punctured lungs. He had to do finish his task sooner than he anticipated. He quickly reached the bank, deposited the amount to his grandchild’s name and quickly went away, for he could not afford to spend more than five minutes in a certain place. Being the city’s most wanted mass-murderer did have its disadvantages.

He knew that the hillside was just a few hundred yards away. As he frantically started running towards it he was interrupted in his path, not by policemen but by his victims. One by one they started appearing before him like vengeful spirits. He knew he had to beat them. He whipped out his Magnum and emptied its chamber. The bullets simply whizzed through them like the ones in some high budget sci-fi movie.

It was then when he saw her. His grand-daughter. The flashback happened. He remembered. He was being diagnosed. Something called schizophrenia. He saw the Magnum bullet piercing through his grand-daughter’s tender skull. He knew. He was alone. He was a rabid dog who didn't belong to the world, let alone his loved ones. He killed everyone. When did all this happen? He became numb. Now he knew what he had to do. He reached out to his grand-daughter’s face, desperate to hold her for one last time.

The ground beneath him ended just as he did, but he wasn't worried. Death didn't scare him. The hills were a sight to watch. He marveled for a second, at his grand-daughter’s face, at the beauty of nature. The earth downstairs greeted him with a warm hug. And so it ended.
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Liked it alot?

February 11, 2015 - 21:11 Good job! A gripping read after a long time..
Vinayak Dasgupta

Vinayak Dasgupta

February 11, 2015 - 21:12 Thank You. Glad you liked it @Ujjaini Dasgupta
attong

attong

February 15, 2015 - 09:27 Fuck this shitty story with fucked up author!!! You find it beautiful? My story "The Barbecue" is better than this!!

February 16, 2015 - 10:35 excuse me attong. why so bitter??

February 16, 2015 - 15:31 Wow! I love it!
M smiles

M smiles

February 17, 2015 - 12:10 Nicee..
safohen

safohen

March 10, 2015 - 10:26 Sad. But a good read.

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