THE FIGHTERSAREHERE IS THE SERIES OF EPISODES BETWEEN A YOUNG COUPLE WHO HAPPENS TO BE FIGHTER HOW HAPPEN TO BE IN DIFFERENT DIMENSIONS

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Episode - 4: Riya - Someone who saved my ass twice

As days passed by the places we shift to are becoming far from the city. We are almost at the nearest border to other states. I hate hiding, but that seemed very essential at this point of time, at least for Doug. He is a very strong fighter, but not to ignore his age, he is 60. He can fight equally standing at a place and in a ring, but he cannot run as we go. We also saw a game plan that is getting shaped as Gowtham and Michael started planning for it from the time we started shifting places.
One day, I saw someone staring at us and the signals and indications that they were trying to communicate, seemed a bit strange to me. I asked everyone of us to hide and as I stared at the window, I saw the people disappearing from the place. I went down and tried searching for them, but none at the plain sight were visible. I stared at a distance and I saw a dozen vehicles approaching me from a distance. It must be those people who followed us at the hospital. I know I can't fight all of them, but I was ready to kill as many as possible. I loved single punch knockouts from the moment I saw Bruce lee doing that. I wanted to implement it at this moment. All the cars surrounded me, and I know it was not my perfect time to make a move. There came in a man in the French beard lighting his cigar and asking me who I was? I turned around and sounded like I was dumb, I know I was weak at acting but that seemed to workout any way. As they turned around, they saw someone signalling them of the house we hide in. They immediately started moving there. I know I can act immediately but I stopped somehow as I was surrounded by people, whom I can beat easily but by the time I acted, they would have already been in the house. I didn't know what to do, so I tried my best by kicking the guy next to me and took his gun and shot at the French bearded man. His hand was hurt and I was pretty sure, by the next moment I would also have been shot, but luckily, I wasn't. I was pushed aside by a girl who was tall, slim and she was riding a bike. She went straight to the man and talked "There are girls in the room who are getting dressed. I know you're bad bastards who are trying to peep in and force them to fuck you. But this isn't going to work out because, we are rebels in the town and we already surrounded you people with our big guns", she sighed pointing out the big gun she was carrying on the bike. I couldn't believe my eyes. She looked so daring and dashing, I wanted to talk to her the immediate moment she put the gun around his crotch, but I waited till these idiots moved.
"We are here for the babes who absconded yesterday night while our boss was having fun with....!"
"That's not called having fun! It is called harassing and your fucking boss frightened the girl. She wasn't accustomed to BDSM, so ask him to either change his ways of having sex or ask him to fuck off!"
"How dare you comment our Boss!" he took out his gun. She shot his hand and kicked him in his stomach and said,"Your ways won't work here! We are the Boss and you are in need here! So, be nicer to us and we will repay you with rewards you can't even imagine!"
They went off cursing the girl and when I was holding the gun in my hand, she came in and pulled it off my hand and threw it at a distance and said," Are you outta your goddamn mind? They could have killed you instantly! I tried you once, don't expect me to save you again!"
"But who are you?"
"Are you deaf?"
"I knew about you while you spoke! But I don't know your name!"
"I don't care what you don't know! All I know is, I tried to save Doug's family now. I owe him one! Go and tell him that someone saved your ass as she owes you one!"
"Hey!" by the time I finished calling her, she flew away on her desert storm bike. As I came in and spoke, Doug mentioned that her name was Riya. She was a local rebel in the town and was also a saviour of many girls who were tortured for the profession they were in. Most of the girls of this part of the town were into prostitution, and unfortunately the bastards who were following us and their boss also came to this part of the town. I was not sure if they came here unfortunately, because there must be someone who has been giving constant information as we moved to places. Every damn secret places we tried to hide, were being followed and these men are huge in number and are in places wherever and whenever they could follow! I was ready today, but it was a bad move of going in there alone. Riya saved my ass today, as she spoke. I owed her one. She must have owed one for Doug, as she was saved once, when a car accident was about to happen, he put in his life for risk and saved her, but I owed her as she saved me!
To be frank, I wanted to meet the girl and thank her for saving me. I decided and went in checking for her, but I never met her. She was found at a local bar, drinking with someone. I went to the boy and asked her where she lived. He has shown me the way, as she was drunk heavily and was almost swinging to fall. I took her to her home. The way was not familiar to me, but the way she talked seemed so. She was giving instructions as I was taking her. She knew that she was carried by someone to home, but she didn't know it was me. She must have been concentrating only on the way, I thought. As we approached the place, she kicked me and fell on the steps. I sprung upon pissed off, as I didn't like to be kicked like that. But, it was her, so I took a little patience to control myself. She kicked me again, this time I was enraged. So, I slapped her accidentally, which was a purely involuntary response. This made her furious, we fought like hell there, and as the fight was about to be finishing off, the French bearded guy came in kicking her. While she raised on him, he shot me in the arm. I tried to recover and bashed him on the floor. He was seriously hurt, and while he rose on his feet, I bet her and she fell on the ground. I know it was a fatal blow, but she wasn't unconscious. The guy got bashed on the floor again, while he fell he shot again and this time, she came in hurting herself, saving me. She never meant to take the shot, but took it for me. She saved my ass again.
"Bloody bitch! You are hurt", I said.
She smiled and said "You are truly a wounded heart. Why are you so worried for a girl whom you are calling a bitch?"
"I am because, it's all because of me!"
"No, it isn't because of you. He comes here regularly for me. I fight him to save the girls who live in the town. But one day, he may kill me. So, please be there here for me, when he comes!" she said smiling at me.
"Fuck! You're bleeding heavily"
"Don't you worry gentleman! I might have drunk.... But my heart is so numb that I am not even feeling the pain!"
"Shut up and sit here silently" I said and took out the knife I carry to shave my beard. I pierced the place where she took the hit and took out the bullet and kept it aside. I then went to the nearest hospital and took the medicine not knowing the quantity and put a very little amount into the needle and gave her a shot of it, I hope that could relieve her pain for now, but by the time I came in, the girls in the town took her and gave her what she needed as the first aid. She must at least have got two stitches as the knife I use is pretty sharp and must have cut deep to take the bullet out. I waited there, till she got recovered and woke up, but the girls asked me to leave as it is not safe for me to stay there. So, I decided to listen to them and took the bastard who shot her and hanged him upside down at the nearby town. By the time he wakes up, I thought I will ask him, where his boss is and then shoot him getting the details.




2 comments:

  1. A story depicting the struggles in life of loner.. Dark side of world.. Good work

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  2. Thanks a lot Megha. You're one reason for me to keep on writing. You're a regular reader. Thanks a lot for your time and your feedback is greatly appreciated. Forever your regular writer :)

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