Don’t worry, you are a blessed man
“Please… I beg you! Don’t kill me! I have got a kid and a wife”
“Well, tell me man, how old is your kid?” he asked with his brows getting serious.
“Three, she is three years old”
His eyes gleamed and his faced relaxed and ended up with a warm smile. “Man, you are so lucky”
“Yeah, I am” the poor guy was trying to lose his fear.
“It must be very pleasant to see her laugh her innocent laugh” he said looking up to the naked sky jewelled with the stars.
“You are a very happy and blessed man. And you know what?” he said putting down the knife which was placed on the Blessed man’s neck where the artery ran.
“Wha-What?” he asked, all confused and doubtful.
“You are a blessed man and one of his dear creations…and that makes it real fun to kill you. Hahahahaha!!! I’m gonna be snatching away the life of someone very dear to him! Man, Isn’t that beautiful?” he suddenly looked at him with eyes of surety and in them, the poor man saw coldness and a weird satisfaction of the man holding the knife.
It rose up as high as his arms could reach.
“Don’t worry, you are a blessed man” he pronounced.
The metal blade gained it’s velocity as it swung down with gravity, its cold edge gleamed in the flickering street lamp before tearing in through the man’s suit and shirt. Then it dived into the flesh slicing through the muscles, few veins and finally, it stopped as it got stuck somewhere between the first or the second upper left ribs and the collar bone. The blessed man’s clothes started to absorb blood.
“Whaaat! Gosh! I can’t believe that you are so blessed! Wooohooo! I couldn’t reach your lungs! Isn’t that a good news, my blessed man?”
The man groaned in pain. “You son of a bitch!”
“Hihihihihi… Okay, let’s be positive and try again”
The blade was pulled out straight, raised high, and jammed!
“Hah! Again? Dammit! Okay one more”
“Oh yeah! One more”
“Oh I can feel the opening now… seems like if I strike again it’s gonna dive right through in, do you want it friend?”
The man was crying, blood splattering out of his left lower shoulder and his suit soaked in blood. Tears were over pouring out of his eyes and his face wrinkled with the endless pain.
“One here we go!” said the man with the knife and jammed it hard on the right.
“Oh these one is done too. What a shame! I thought that I could exercise my blade a little more”
“Just fuckin’ kill me for god sake!” he begged.
“Aww… god again? Man, you are making me wanna cry! Okay let’s get it done right away. And this time you are gonna die for sure, promise. But umm… do you have a nice pen?”
He searched him. “Oh here is one. But it’s one of those new plastic pen. Never mind I must have got one, let me check”
He shoved his hand into his pockets and looked for a while and then “Aha! Here it is, the classic parker frontier stainless steel ct fountain pen. Now, watch”
He held the bloodied knife with his right hand and the pen on his left with the cap opened. He raised both his arms like an animal about to hunt down its prey and stuck them deep into both of the opened wounds. He kept his promise. He made sure that the knife and the pen get to both of his lungs at once. More blood gushed out. And the main overwhelmed with the sudden pain that came like a humungous tide, wanted to scream out loud but as he was about to, his breath rested forever and he had to follow its lead.
“There you go my blessed man. God will be so happy to meet his blessed creation!”
***One month ago***
“I never thought that things are gonna turn out like this shit” as Henry Sebastian walked out of the job consultancy office. It was around five in the evening and he still had few coins in his pocket, yet he chose to walk. As he was walking through the blocks which never were free from pedestrian twenty four seven, he could see the sun settling down for the day like him.
“I’m sorry but we don’t have any jobs available for you. Good day”, the words kept ringing in his ears. He pulled out his earphones to shut them up with Guns and Roses but they weren’t working. He thought that at least he could call home to inform that he was on his way, and hear his wife’s voice but his phone was dead too like his deceased spirit.
His feet pressed on the sand. He kept walking in a pace. Then he stood facing the ocean in the West Downtown beach. The salty cold wind was washing off his sweats as if nature itself was showing pity to the distressed under qualified man.
Henry sat down where he stood with his eyes still fixed on the ocean. West Downtown beach was famous for its sunset. Even though it was a town swarming with huge and tall skyscrapers of corporate headquarters, showrooms and what not, there were always people at the beach every evening. The sight of the sun which looked like a perfectly round shaped orange candy going to take a deep into the Pacific was undeniably marvellous. But it wasn’t what Henry was looking at, but the endless stretch of the tireless waves motioning on its own rhythm. And why he was doing it? Well, he didn’t know. It wasn’t definitely an escape from his painful reality of poverty and unemployment.
The orange candy sank as it always does. Most of the people left like they always do, and Henry had to bid adieu to the sight of the endless Pacific as he knew his loving wife would be home waiting for him with something she would have managed with her monthly wage. He looked at his cheap and common wrist watch, it was too late to take a walk back home and his legs were too weary to walk anymore. He had to take the bus.
He knocked at the door and when it opened, his wife was standing there wearing a yellow frock and a big smile for her husband.
“Hey” she said. Her voice as if a pure and pleasant silver liquid washing off all his weariness, made him smile. “Hey, honey” he said as he his right hand went around her shoulder and pulled her close.
“Let’s get in first mister” she said. He smiled at her and they both walked in. He threw himself in the couch while she took his bag to his study room.
“Sweety, where did you go?”
“I’m coming honey, just hold on a second”
“A second is already over sweetheart”
“Okay…okay… I’m here. What happened?”
“Umm… should I take this off?” he said and lifted his hand to the knot of his tie. But then a sudden slap on the hand came out of nowhere.
“Stop! Why do you think I’m here for?” She said in a dominating tone. And then she climbed up and sat on his lap. Both of her hands came to his tie with her palms and fingers brushing over his chest. She leaned on close to his ears and whispered “The next time I find you daring to take it off on your own, I’m gonna choke you up with this tie”
“I’m dying to die in your hand sweetheart”