Tragedy of Wanderer!

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“Moments, when you feel chocking by your own voice; your words strangling you and every attempt to scream turns into a scene of massacre, where you find yourself scattered around in bits and pieces. He felt same at that moment. He wanted to speak, he wanted to tell her his story, he wanted to speak of the danger she might be in, he wanted to do his bit – however insignificant; for he knew in that town once marked red you cannot escape the edge of blades. Nobody knew whose name was next, might be himself.He knew he must remain silent and wait for her, he was here just to collect information.

Blade! Simple and double edged; easy to carry, even easier to use. You hold it in your fingers and in a flash it lets you taste blood.  You could even hide it in your mouth.  It was quite a favorite instrument in neighborhood. People preferred it for bullets was costly, and it was easy to get caught carrying a knife. Instead, blade was beyond doubt, after-all how else people could keep themselves clean shaven, neat and tidy. Nobody was stopped carrying a blade, and slowly it was selling as hot cake.

He did practice the art of hiding blades in his mouth for several weeks. His most of inner mouth was slashed in the process, he could not eat for days, to speak anything was even difficult; yet it was sort of addiction he felt his craving growing every day. He wanted to master the art, for he thought it would make him formidable against anyone without much fuss. Soon, he used to slide down blades inside his mouth beneath his tongue as if no big deal. Taste of his own blood used to make him feel high.

He remembers the scene he used his blade for the first time. He was walking down the alleyway that evening and there was a guy moving carelessly towards his car. He had not planned it, but suddenly his hands acted and next moment that guy was holding his throat which had already turned into a fountain of blood. He could not make up his mind of what took his life first, drained out bloods or the surprise slash of fine steel. Dead man’s bulged out eyes were as lifeless as that bar his car stood out of, while he continued walking towards the bar that guy came out of – like nothing happened.