MIDNIGHT RIDER PART 6

Mrs.D'souza crossed the length of the garden quickly and towered over them,her spectacles glinting fufiously,giving a foreboding .

''Having a cozy,little soiree,are we?''Trying to engage your tiny,little brains in codswallop!''her voice was dangerously soft.

''Its really a nice change to see the replacement of that deadpan look,which you all specifically save for classes.STUPIDS!Get inside for supper this instant and woe betide you if I ever found any one of you paying attention to such rubbish.OFF TO DINNER NOW!!'' she shrieked.

                                                                                    Cowering they all scuttled away, leaving the poor guide at Mrs.D'souza's mercy.Dinner was a silent affair and soon everyone called it a day, gladly seeking an escape from 'The Hitler's' jaundiced glare.

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Just a few kms away, several men were meeting discretely in a desolate,macabre room.Moonlight filtering through the broken window was the only swathe of light, cutting the darkness.

''So...we've our guest-of-honour here''ensued a commanding.cold voice from the unpredictable gloom.

The man whimpered in anguish and fear as others laughed sickly at his plight.

''I am sorry...I didn't mean to.Please don't kill me.I have served you loyaly for so many years.Atleast for that sake leave me.I promise to never to repeat the blunder again....Please have some mercy.'' he fell on the ground at his feet.

The Murderer stood up,a sense of cruel loathing filled him.

''I never give a second chance.You shall pay.''he pulled the trigger of his gun and the man slumped on the floor soundlessly with a mundane finality.

''I condole his death.'' he rasped ,his voice now possessed with a delinquent, savage glee.

''Throw him away and let the animals have their gala time.''

He watched,satisfied as his men picked the limp corpse from the ground and marched off.Murders were always invigorating for him-an essential nourishment for him - a deadly killing machine , lethal and potent,complemented by a powerful physique.He took pride in ruthlessly squishing the necks of his troublesome allies and foes alike.

Nobody gets to me.I am invincible,the unproclaimed Emperor of this dark world.

He thought smugly.He turned to his men.

''Next consignment will be here shortly in a day or two so be prepared.Off you go now and remember the protocol.''he dismissed them.

As the last man slinked out of the room,closing the door behind him,he sauntered -pulling nexus of cobwebs-to his catacomb like domain,brimming with unfathomable secrets.

                                  The murderer entered the anteroom,serpenting between numerous crates.His fingers impatiently prodded the alcove,pushing it gently.The grubby,dust-covered wall gave way with a soft mettallic clank,that richocheted in the room,to reveal a vault-like chamber.

                                                                 The Murderer padded in the chamber like a panther anticipating a large,juicy meal and ran a reverent fingure on his most cherished baubles,a manic glint in his eyes,

''I rotted in purgatory for years,you are my reward.''