The street is dark. A cold silly wind is blowing from the
north. Or maybe it’s his fear. He could feel an adrenalin rush through his
blood stream. Heart is beating faster. His legs were not keeping up with him as
the lamp-post is getting closer. He can see the figure now. A hunched man is
sitting below the lamp where lights won’t reach. The figure’s silhouette bore a
demonic feel. His heart is pounding hard and crashing against the walls of his
chest.
There is no other way. He has to pass the post. This figure
has followed him for long now. He has to win over his fear. For a moment he
stole a glance at the demonic eyes. The eyes spilled volumes of hatred and face
is like that of Satan’s. The wretched soul looked at him with a sly grin and
for a moment he thought he saw a knife’s glint. The man reached for something
under his coat, but today he is prepared too. He had enough. With a feeling
mixed with courage, fear and helplessness, he took out the meat chopper to
scare the man away. But the man will not stop. His hands were drawing out something. Fear took him over and he made a blow. After that he did not remember anything
except that he ran hard. The man will not bother him for sure, at least for the
time being. By that time he will be far away.
The detective looked at the mutilated corpse of the street
dweller. The head was lying a foot away from the body. He could hear a news
agent babbling about the murder. They have a name for the serial killer too. The traveling chopper.
