Cry of Destiny

Grey speaks a story ..........

Ann often wanted to ask , but could not bring herself to; but on that sultry morning of October 3^rd, she had to; curiosity is after all a curse.
“How did you become this ?”

“Pardon me.”, asked a startled Grey , who was reading a monograph on toxins extracted from flowers, sitting in his armchair.

“I mean how did you become what you are today, a detective ?”
“Do you remember me when I was in school ?”

“Yes. You were a quite a guy , good in most things , had knack for leading and your article in the school magazine , about changing the world made many of us girls admire you.”
“Did you ?” , offered Grey with a wink.

Ann did have infatuation with Grey when they were in school but it never grew as she never seriously thought about it. Though their whole class knew he had a crush on her , neither he nor she made a move. After school , she realized , she had feelings for him; strong feelings.

“I , well…. Don’t change the topic, what made that quiet guy become the nemesis of criminals , and that so here in New York ? On a serious note , what happened ?”

 

“You really want to hear?”
Ann hugged the pillow and went near Grey, sitting on the sofa.

 

“ Well , if you remember, I was a waif. After passing school , I did some missionary work at a church , trying to change the world; one act of random kindness of thing. So after three years or so Father Renard ( who was the head there ) came back to London and happy with my earnestness to work for betterment of humanity took me along with him. He had some three thousand dollar he had saved and some clothes. I had nothing other than few necessary cloths.  We came by sea . It was 23^rd September in the night we came here. Most of the passengers left , and we stood alone at pier 33 waiting for a bus. Hours passed and nothing came. There was no house or any such thing on that side of the town. A few half-broken factories maybe home to some slums and nothing else except some bushes here and there. This pier was after all not much used for docking and ships who did trips at meager amount dropped or started from there. So , it was nearly 22o’clock , when Father gave up hope of going anywhere. He said we would sleep on the bench near the alley. I offered to sleep on the ground so that he could sleep properly. I went to sleep and slept peacefully.

It was late in the morning , when a blow from the stick of a police knocked me back to sense. I tried to open my eyes but it was if somebody was hanging from them. When I finally did open the view knocked me back out of my senses. Father Renard was lying on by the wall of the alley, the wall was painted with his blood , so was his white robe. His head was battered to a pulp , I dare not tried to look at his face. I had already started crying when I understood the police were asking me something. I could not speak and I was not still out from that drowsiness. One of the officer , who liked kind enough , asked a constable to take me to the precinct and keep me there till he comes. I sat there for hours. I , of course knew that there were many proceedings that the officer had to take. So I waited with a cup of coffee I had been given. You won’t believe , what I saw for those hours. Suspects , criminals all coming in or being taken out. The whole place was bursting with energy , but that of failure. Most suspects lawyer up or in the other most cases the police were clueless. There was chaos. I sat dumbstruck there by those facts. The officer came soon after that. He asked me about what happened , who was I and if I was related to Father Renard. I answered honestly all about me and my connections to Father , our reasons here , why we ended up there, and that I had absolutely no idea what happened as I was in deep slumber. He said that most probably the case would be closed to the lack of suspect. I offered to go back at the place and look over ; to see if anything useful returns to my memory. He agreed to take me. I went back there. The alley was cordoned off. Father had been taken away. The blood on the wall was as his throat had been slit. The officer meanwhile informed me that nothing of any value was found on him. I looked on the ground , checked the corners, finally finding what I was looking for ; started following it. The officer by then was sure that I had other reasons going back there. I told him I had to find his killer. The officer said I had that evening only, sun was drawing up on the day , the water glistening red. I followed the foot step I found among the scores of police’s boots. The step marks clearly showed he was a bulky man, as the marks were deep, he walked a little limp , as his right toe had more deeper impression than left, and he was at least 6. The steps disappeared in the forest.

On hearing my description of the assailant , the officer’s jaws clenched. He made some quick calls and told me I should go somewhere and fin shelter. I refused to leave. He said I had nothing to do , and then I told him my plan. That night also I slept there but dressed in a white robe. The night went on but nobody came , I could hear some hooting somewhere near but it was all quiet at the pier. Then , I heard it. Some men were coming down to the pier. The distinct sound of a boot going a little after the other one ; made my sense tinkle, this had to be it. The men , there were atleast two from the sound of it, had stopped near the bench and my back was towards them. One was whispering to the other something . Then a man came near me and tried to turn me. My toe slashed across his neck and with a gurgling sound he fell and did not move . I stood up to find I was right. There was only another man , a tall , heavy stout man , his weight divided unequally between his legs. Seeing the gaping whole of my Glock staring at him , he gave up his futile attempt of finding his .
“What type of devilry is this ?” he asked

“There was a man here, wearing white robes, a god’s man, a peaceful man; did you kill him ?” I barked back

“Who was he to?”

“Did you kill him ?” I edged nearer , the anger in my voice had already inspired fear in his eyes.
“How did you find me?”

“I thought that you might be a regular here , so I waited. Now ,” , I was so close to him that all I needed to do was whisper “Did �" you �" kill �" him ?” I laid stress on each word.

“Yes I did.” He shouted. The immediate response was that of police whistles and chaos. But neither was he done nor I.

“ I killed him and I ain’t afraid to die , like he , cowering and asking for mercy.” said he , withouteven reacting to the noise around us.

My rage took over. The glock met his teeth and he fell back a little , blood running from his mouth. I was going to follow with another but the police stopped me. Next what happened was easy to guess. The mayor highly appreciated me. The man I caught was one of the local drug lord , after whom the police was for a long time. My name appeared on the papers. I was happy but that even made the police unhappy , they felt someone stripped them off their honour. From then , I became what I am now , I bought this apartment and from time to time that officer came to me ,until he retired, with cases that the police could not understand. Soon my name got a little publicity and I became known as a consultant detective. I had taken up a job of a chemist but gave it up and now give my life’s everything to remove those aspects of society which interferes with people’s lives. I wanted to change the society and so I do , now , maybe not the way I wanted , but sure in some way.”

Ann sighed. “Sorry , I did not know you had such a rough history”

Grey did not say anything , just stood by the widow. A wind was coming in as the sun set, an East Wind. Grey’s face was outlined in red by the sun. The tall figure was standing upright , his arms crossing his chest. His eyes had a cold gleam. The black coat he wore , adorned him. His lips were dry, but like a starved from the cold war that the face fights everyday. Ann smiled. Maybe she can change that ; Maybe the feelings have not doused after all ,not in her and hopefully not in his…… 

 

Reviews

[newoldwave]

That was quite a story. The beginning of a book, i suspect? Well you hooked me and now I want to find out what happens next. Some may say a detective, girl friend and murder mysteries are formula but this story has that unique twist. Needs edit of course, but good job.

[Carter]

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[Carter]

Sure check out the next of it , The Second Storey

[New Theory]

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[Carter]

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[New Theory]

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[A. Amos]

Compelling and enjoyable read. Well done!

[Carter]

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[A. Amos]

Will do later and you're most welcome

[Taylor Ramsey]

Good, good. I like it, but remember not to rush through it. For me that's always a problem, I'm stumbling over myself to get to the next delicious detail. (:
It's a very delicate balance writers have to find. Be sure to expand on some details, but not so much so that the reader gets bored, but enough so that they feel connected with the characters.
You've got a good story, though! Excellent job, just do some tweaking.

[Carter]

Thanx.... :) :) :) Appreciate your reading it !!

[Carter]

Sure check out the next of it , The Second Storey