Bee looked at the man lying on the floor with his face on the ground, she held her heart which was thumping audibly to her. She was scared, for a moment she really felt as if she would collapse out of fear; well, who won’t be if you get attacked by someone at this hour of the night and that too when you are alone.
Maintaining her safe distance of three steps away from the man who was lying lifeless on the floor she scanned him from carefully. It was dark and the street lights were too pale for her to scan his face, all she could make out was that he was a bulky man. She observed him for some more time but he showed no reaction, it was as if he was a statue which fell off the pedastal waiting for someone to pick him up.
“Are you drunk, mister?” Bee managed to squeal out these words after she finally managed to clam herself down. The girl waited for some more time but her concerned question met with a wall of silence. Strange, she thought to herslef. Was really this man this drunk that he had completly lost his sense but there was no pungent smell of the alcohol which she was accustomed to.
Bee gathered her courage, looking around she found a stick. Lifting it up she carefully poked his shoulders, “Mister... Are you okay? Can you hear me? Hello...” Like before the man remained still, Bee panicked. After making sure that he really won’t cause her any arm she crawled upto him and poked him harder.
Same as before, no reaction!
“Is he unconcious?” Bee just entered her world of fantasies when the man suddenly moved. “Aaaaahhhhh....” Bee screamed but was quitened by the man; he weakely covered his lips indicating her to be silent.
Bee quietened down and observed his face again which was not possible by the faint light. “Who are you, mister?” Bee whispered, the man remained silent to himself or to be precise looked too weak to utter a word. He silently reached for his lower abdomen, after feeling around his left abdomen he removed back and observed his palm.
Even though there was no lighting Bee could still make out the red liquid, which was stained all over his palm, reflecting the faint light of the street.
“B... Blood?” Bee felt herself swooning to numbness; a million question popped in her meddled head.
Who was this man? Why is he bleeding? What on Earth is happening with her?
The man could feel his energy and consciousness draining out, with what remained within him he managed to spell out few words to her, “T... They are after me. R... Run away or they will k... kill you too.” Saying his fainted words he collapsed back on her.
Bee held the man and questioned impatiently, “W... Who will kill, who is coming. I... Call the cops?”
The man murmured, “No enough time... Don’t worry about me, save... yourself.” Bee looked at his face from the close proximaty; his face rendered his speechless. She stared at his face, she was unable to believe what she was seeing.
"You... You..." Before Bee could finsih her sentence the man let out a painful groan which instantly reminded her that he was injured; she pushed away all her second thoughts and keepingher schoking discovery to herself she stammered, she couldn’t let a man die in front of her eyes. “I... I am not letting you die...” Saying this she started to look around for shelter. Panicked and afraid, her mind went on a short circuit for some time.
“What should I do? What should I do?” Bee muttered to herself before she remembered a safe place for them. “Cooperate with me, I will save you!” Saying this she removed her shirt and tied it on his wound to prevent the blood from flowing out, draping his arm around her shoulder she stood up with all her might with him. She was lean and thin while the man had a perfectly maintained body; it was a hard chore for her to even take a step supporting him.
Lurching and falling, she somehow managed to pull him to the other end of the street. Opposite, on the other end of the road was an abandoned park which had a old warehouse, she believed that they would be safe there. Her energy was drained off; the man had long fainted on her shoulders. Her own clothes were starting to get wet by his blood. She was even sweating and heaving like crazy, her vision started to blur away but stubborn and determined she managed to drag him and herself into the park.
Afar she could even hear the sound of men chattering and yelling for some ‘Ryan’. Their presence was inching closer, scared bee hurried her steps and jumped into the park. The park was dark with tall and old oak trees leaned over the path. Standing in front of the warehouse Bee looked at it; the warehouse or to be precise a pile of old woods had now became too old; she pushed open the door silently lest she makes and noise and kept the man on the ground. She hurriedly covered him with a few branches and leaves; even if someone were to come it was too dark for someone to spot him among this pile.
“Stay here! I will save you...” Bee whispered to the man before running out of the warehouse. The warehouse was already in a corner and had a tree grown up on it but still Bee tried to adjusting the branches here and there.
After doing that she picked up a wood and hid at the corner. The man inside was dying and she had to work fast and call for the ambulance but she was too afraid to run out lest the bad guys catch her. She sat and looked at the warehouse not too far away and the main gate of the park restlessly.
The footsteps inched closer; Bee held her breath as she could hear the voices of impatient men talking to themselves.
“F*ck this b*stard, he still managed to escape.”A man with a really frightening voice groaned in anger. “You are on fool1” another voice scolded, “You could have shot him with a gun but you chose to stab him with a knife and that too the cut wasn’t deep enough.” The first voice yelled, “You couldn’t even hold tightly a twenty year old mother*cker, you let him slip.”
The men were accusing each other and hiding inside the park Bee understood that they were talking about the man she had just hid. She heaved a sigh of relief, judging by their words it seemed that the it was failed murder attempt.
A third voice yelled, “Can you both stop with this bulls*it and try to find him.”
“I really don’t know, we beat him up yet he managed to vanish! Just where on Earth are you hiding, Ryan?”
“Hey, there is something over there; let’s go in a check.”
“No... No... No...” Bee got tensed, what if they find them. She couldn’t let them reach here, it could be dangerous.
Bee kept her eyes locked at the door, she was running out of time and the men seemed to be entering. As expected, she saw their shadows converging in.
Bee squeezed her very cell of her brain, she was at the verge of crying when she remembered an incident.
That day she and two of her elder sisters sneaked out of the club to roam; by the abandoned areas which was not too far away from the club the three noticed some bushes dancing and weird sounds were coming out from there. The two blushed whereas Bee fell into confusion. She was 13 back then and couldn’t guess why the bushes were shivering and what that weird sound was. She could understand that it was a voice of a woman.
She took a step towards it out of curiosity but was stopped by her sisters, she protested, “Sis, there is a girl who is being killed by someone, we should save her. She seems to be in pain...” For this the two girls laughed and explained, “No one is killing anyone. Bee, you should never go to any place which is both shaking and emitting such noises. You are young; you will understand when you grow up.”
It’s been three years but Bee still couldn’t know what that phenomenon was or bothered to know what it was. It was only imprinted in her mind that no one will come to that place from where those voices come. Bee looked at the park of the door and held the bushes together. As she saw the figures enter she squeezed her voice and tried to imitate the noise she heard back then.
A little unprofessional moan escaped her lips and as expected the men stopped; Bee was highly motivated with this and started to shake the bushes making such noises again. She started to moan loudly with all her might, imitating carefully the noises she heard that day.
“Oh, babe... Yes Yes!”
“G... Go ahead... Aaaah...”
“You are killing me... Oh my God.”
From the corner she observed the men’s reaction; they were clearly hesitating to go in and were furious.
A man who was cussing before said in an embarrassed tone, “Where the f*ck did you bring us, there is something else going on in here...” Another commented, “Y... Yes, he won’t be here. I won’t go in.. You both can go ahead.”
Hearing this Bee was panicked, she amplified her moaning, this made the men both blush and embarrassed. The three were deciding whether to go in or not when they heard a gunshot; Bee involuntarily screamed but the men themselves were tensed.
“F*ck, his men are here. We should leave.” Saying this the three ran out without even caring about anything. Bee ran back to the warehouse and removed the leaves and piles off the man.
She lightly slapped him, “Hey, wake up... I successfully saved you. Your men are here it seems, wake up...” The man groaned in pain, Bee was just about to help him stand up when something hard hit her head. The sharp pain surfaced all over her head; her world became dark as she fainted above the man.
It was dark and horrifyingly silent, nothing could he heard else than the muffled breathing of a little girl. Bee was running around to hide from someone; it was lonely and to her eyes nothing was visible than endless darkness. She tried to call out and seek help but her voice was too parched to call for help, neither was there a soul to help her out even if she managed to make a noise or two.Her legs were cramping as her breathing fastened; her body was running out of energy and she seemed to be at the verge of collapsing. She wanted to stop and lay down but her fear and yearning to live was not allowing her to slow down.Who was chasing her? What she was running for? She had no idea, everything that roamed in her mind was that if she slows down she would die.Bee ran along the lonely road chasing after a source of light but the more she ran the farther the light went. Bee couldn’t run any longer and at last broke down on he
Bee stared at the three for a while as they started back at her; she looked like a drenched kitten seeking for shelter. The woman let out a chuckle, turning towards her companions she said something which was understandable to Little Bee. The woman said something chuckling to herself to which the tall guy replied with affirmative response. The woman again spoke, they seemed to be arguing on something. Bee was totally sure that it must be something about her, since she couldn't understand what they were saying Bee chose to stay mum and gasped at them.While the two were busy arguing the simple man in black shirt was watching her with his hawk like eyes. Bee felt a little uncomfortable under his watchful gaze; still on her knees she tried to shift here and there uncomfortably.The two didn't stop talking until the spectacled man spoke; he just said a single word in a low tone yet it managed to calm those two restless souls.
Bee was confused whom they were talking about. Boss? She had no knowledge of any Boss...The woman confronted, “You were spotted next to our Boss last night in that abandoned park when we came for rescue. Can you explain what you were doing in there?” Bee finally understood who they were talking about; it must be the wounded guy whom she saved last night.Did they just say that he was their Boss? Does it mean he is safe and sound? Bee shook her head and asked again to confirm it for once an all, “Is... Is Ryan your Boss?As if something was fishy the woman looked at the spectacled man for a few seconds before pulling out a gun and placing it on her side neck. The nozzle was right on her skin, Bee could feel the coldness of the metal seeping through it. It took her a while to analyse what her position was and when she finally felt the gun nozzle pressing hard on her neck Bee was terrified. It was normal
Ryan's eyes broke open as he sat up straight, looking around he found himself in his bedroom. The wound was already bandaid, he was put on head. Due to being unconscious for too long his visions and memories were still blur and slowly regaining their stability.It was 14th of February, the Valentine's day when every soul out there would be cherishing their memories with their loved ones but for Ryan it was the day of utmost pain and heartbreak. It was that one day of the year when he would be the saddest; with this day approaching he would become more silent and finally would hide away from everyone. He would most probably be drunk, passed out somewhere on the street or sobbing in solitude. Sadly, it has been like this for the past three years.At the initial days everyone in his clan tried to talk to him but what he lost was something more precious than his own life, there was no word which could heal or make him feel better.Every
The man spat his vicious words with a blant emotion, his handsome face had no once of guilt or remorse. The system in which he was part worked on Jungle rule- kill or get killed! Bloodshed and violence, he was long used to it... Ryan deep down knew that if he spared their lives they will come back at him again and who knows, he was lucky that he stumbled on that girl or else he would have been killed without mercy.Ryan's face finally changed as he remembered the girl, after that night she was nowhere to be seen. What happened to her, was she alright?Without giving the pleading men another glace Ryan turned towards the door to walk away, Jack signalled for his men to carry out the Boss's orders before following closely behind.Ryan spoke, "Was there some girl when you found me?"Jack understood who he was referring to, he rubbed his nose and answered, "A girl named Bee was indeed found at the locati
Ryan's hand stopped mid air, he looked at Jack and then at the girl lying on the bed. She looked nothing like her but for a moment managed to deceive him who had her impression still afresh in his mind.Substitute? Can he ever find another one like her?Ryan always believed that there was only one her in the whole world; no one could ever replace her, atleast not the place she held in his heart. But today, not only did this prisoner stir something long lost within him but also managed to give him an illusion that it was her.The man silently recalled everything he did in that spur of moment, he took the life of two of his own men just becua5 they had I'll intentions for her. This was strange because he never cared for anyone and no one was that important for him to take away lives in anger.This was not the first time he had some woman in his custody, there were many female assassins who once tried t
Bee's eyes tore open to the blazing sun shining through the window, due to the long sleep her eyes were still sensitive and involuntarily snapped die to the rays. It was already afternoon of the next day, for a few minutes Little Bee sat upstraight on the bed trying to figure out where she was actually.Jogging her memories she realized that two men broke open the door and were harassing her, slapping and pinching her wildly. They were about to sting a syringe in her hand when a tall guy came and made them let go of her.Yes, it was him... Prince Charming!Little Bee's eyes flared open as she looked around. Neither was she curled up on the cold floor nore was she in pain. She was wearing a silk pajama and her wounds were already treated, she was cozy in that large bed which could easily accommodate two. How did she end up here, this place looked foreign!It didn't long for her to recollect everything, she was fainte
The door was slammed behind him with a loud thud which sent shiveres down Bee's spines. She flopped on her bed recalling what all he said just before getting out of the room."Forget about leaving?" What was he referring to? Did he mean that there was no way she was leaving this place? Bee's eyes flared open with confusion and agony- oh, please tell me he was kidding! Spending the rest of my life with these inhumane people who had no idea how to be nice or grateful? Hell no, there was no way she was living here for another minute.But... How was she gonna escape back home? She neither had the knowledge of route nor money to afford a fare. And moreover armed men were everywhere, she dared not to think what all can happen to her if she tried to leave, it could be fatal as she had already experienced the treatment served by these people. Little Bee couldn't start to think about how she was gonna lead the life of a prisoner in this troublesome place.