Roar

CHAPTER 1

...with every chapter they read out loud ,he bleeded from deep within,what right did they have to judge him ,a man who had given his all to his clan and now his being was judged by people who mere scribbled papers, printing deeds of others, was that even to b considered a work , of honour !!

Him..

 sitting ,there,right in the middle ,in a perfectly tailored formal  on masculine sculpted body. Facing the ground, not withguilt but fighting all his invisible demons.This was best plan ever and the only one that upon execution faced off. A trail of sweat rolled down his temple to chin,splitting ways ,a trail droped to the ground nd the other quenched the scar on his sternum that had been peeping out through his shirt. 

His blood had now taken a course ,rushin like acorrosive acid ,in every vein that has ever existed ,pouring out its essence in his red crafted eyes.

 Rolled his eyes up ,glancing at ol around.This time the fight was for his ownself nd he knew where nothing is true ,all is permitted. Tightening his knuckles ,he stood up. The escpae plan was just 1 ,walk out of thefront door ,when oll starring eyes and folks,have bleed to death.

CHAPTER 2

In past 48 hours no word , no water no movement , he is just there, breathing in real deep and calm, covered in blood of men .

Here, i am sitting in front him , in bounds of law staring at this beast nd smellin the raw rusted musty organic odour of human blood splattered all around him. Every part of me wants to tear this beast apart in a way that no mankind can ever even see a trail of his in the history of time but i am bound,by law, by this room and the last hour of my interrogation.

The alarm beeps, last 10 min and the 1st movement i witness in him is a breadth of air being gulped down his throat.

Me : “ do u want any water or food ?  “

Him: “ detergent” . 

Him

Lip eccentuating into a smile ,opens his eyes and mocks the cop with his very 1^st glance on him.

Runs his fingers through his hair ,flexes his trapezius , tightens his latissimus and makes his way to the basin. Unbuttons his shirt and damps it in water carefully rubbing his index finger over the blood

CHAPTER 3

The room smells of sheer sin and slaughter the worst a human can breathe nd i m saturated to my core i cant breathe this air ,its odour suffocates me nd he , he is just fine , caressing, like he prefers a cup of blood over tea. His presence or the sense of his being alive even after an openly witnessed crime makes me feel sick of this judiciary and this trial .

I look at him as he continues washing his shirt in that basin overflowing with water. This is an open and shut case , and death penalty is the word , but as i continue lookin at his bare torse the whiplashes takes me to somewhere deeper to his nature and to the parts of his nature that were deeper than he .Iast 10 min and my only urge is to hear something out of him not known before.

Me :.” i hve this last minutes with you , so lets just talk, talk about lame man stuffs or women if u prefer. “

Him : in a low husky voice “I haven’t opened my mouth to even whisper a breath of what I’m thinking, years living in terror of my own…but I’m not dead, I thought I was but I’m not and I can speak, damn it " i can speak”.

CHAPTER 4

As i stroll with him into the womb of time i witness a man rising in dim twilight , a man who had been a prisoner and slave of every thought ,act and rage of human race for ages. Who had surrendered his manhood and devoted his self to brutal acts of men empowered by wealth, fame and titles . and with him i see a whole clan of people being trained to be unembarrassed and unashamed of every deed done to them in the word of their Masters , dressed in white collars in the light of society had undergrounds full of men captured like mice and treated like dogs. In him i now see a wolf that was alive nd yet strained for food that fled swiftly before his eyes.

Him :” ...&  it was a part of routine but that day i felt numb for the 1^st time As though from a great distance, i was aware that i was being beaten. The last sensations of pain left me. I no longer felt anything, though very faintly I could hear the impact of the whip upon my body. But it was no longer my body, it seemed so far away. And later then , i was still there lying unaided, the night was cold .with an unending silence and in that silence i could hear the screams , the screams of torture , of ownership, of insult , of words that were spoken in public and voices that wandered in every heart. In name of sophistication the real voices of respect and honour had lost their existence and all what remained were words . that night i heard what hell sounds like and this was the murmur of awakening life.

Theres a frenzy that marks the peak of life and beyond this life cannot rise. I had learnt the law of whips either you master or be mastered . i chose the prior .

I stood for myself ,for my clan , i empowered us all and today with power even they forgot their grounds .i slaughtered them .i stood for me , i stood for all those who could probably get trapped in the undergrounds by the new masters.

For me there’s nly 1 rule :In the hostile environment of undergrounds only the strong survives. “

CHAPTER 5

I can now understand his silence. People can die from an excessive dose of truth and what he had with him was an entire ampule that course through every vien of everyone, if injected. He deserves anything but not death. & being a part of this system all i could tell him was : “So sm1 did terrible things to u & now you’re doing something terrible to sm1 and tomorrow somebody else is going to on and on and on”

Him :“  A spark can set a whole forest on spark . Just a spark .Save it”

I could see the sun inside him burning his gut and i now know there are crazy people out there and to get hold them we need to indulge with them in their way .