PRIME- Chapter 8

8.Back Again

A figure was walking in around 4 in the dawn. There was chill in the air. Surrounded by the mist he was going somewhere, somewhere his destination among the few mansions around he chose the one.
He opened the threshold cautiously, slipped in one of the dark rooms- the library. The figure placed him in a wooden chair, pulled out a magazine from the nearby shelf and put it over his face.
The wooden table next to the chair had two wine glasses. The figure went dizzy and the magazine slipped,
Slipped and slid away, tumbled over the table, collided with the glass and it fell down, broke into pieces.
The figure was alarmed and so was the other person living there.
The door of other room opened, a half sleepy figure appeared.
‘Who the hell is here now?’ the inhabitant asked.
‘Your father’ the figure replied.
‘How dare you damn’ you’
‘I am very daring, you ass hole’
‘Hey you’
The other figure appeared and asked ‘Hey Jen who the hell’s there?’
‘Dunno’
‘Well then let me find it out’ the other inhabitant spoke as drew close to the figure sitting, before he could touch the figure, the light was switched on.
‘Wait Grevelauy’ cried Jenafur.
‘Why?’ Grevelauy turned facing Jenafur.
‘He’s Flintop’ squalled Jenafur.
‘Flintop! Holy Crap!’ Grevelauy exclaimed. ‘But he was dead’
‘I don’t know’ Jenafur replied. ‘But it’s a great news that sir’s alive’ said Jenafur in a joyful manner.
Grevelauy pressed his shoulder and asked to Flintop ‘But how?’



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PRIME- Chapter 7

7. The Stranger

The door was knocked…once, twice. And the figure finally decided to enter the room. The muddy impression of the brown leather woodland shoes was left on the white marbled floor.
The room the figure entered was entirely dark.
‘Hi Clauwen’ a cold voice uttered.
The figure woke up and asked angrily, ‘Who the hell is fuckin in now?’
‘Your father motherfucker’ the other figure replied.
‘Who’ inquired clauwen as he sat on his butts ,switched on the table lamp.
‘You’ shouted Clauwen with fear, his eyes telling his fear, sweats slipping from his cheeks.
‘But how could you…’
‘Everything is possible is this fuckin world…Isn’t it son’
‘You didn’t die but now you would’ Said Clauwen killing his fear with a bad grin ‘Guaa…’
But before he could yell the whole word, the tip of the revolver in the stranger’s hand was stuffed in the stinking mouth.
‘Now you money fucker, for how much you were sold?’
Sick sounds were poking out of his mouth, he could not say anything.
Flintop slowly removed the remover… ‘Guaa…’
‘You mother fucker, next time you try to gua, You’ll see your ass hole rusted. Now Speak’
Flinop said as he removed the revolver aiming at him. ‘Now fuck out’
With a terror he finally uttered ‘ya ya know him’
Flintop grinned ‘Thanks’ and shot down the table lamp and everything went under darkness.



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PRIME- Chapter 6

6. “I Know I61”

They were drunk partially, talking of their old times. Suddenly they heard a screech of a car which ceased near their house.
‘Who the fuck is here now’ Grevelauy muttered and stood up as he approached the window.
‘CRRRACK’ the sound summoned, a paper wrapped over a stone thrashed the window pane, and broke it, the patterns of the cracks put their impression on the window and the stone struck Grevelauy’s forehead. ‘Crap’ cried Grevealauy, Jenafur stood up. The screech egressed off the car, the car startled and it sped up.
‘Go catch it’ cried Grevelauy. Jenafur ran towards the broken window pane, jumped through it.
There was dark all over, he could just see the rear lights of the car and number plate? Painted black, even the car.

Jenafur chased, car raced, 100 meters were enough for his eyes to be red, sweats to drain through his pale face, drenching his shirt. Huffing and puffing, he harked back to home.
Grevelauy resting over the wooden chair, ‘He on his way and you on yours! Isn’t it Brosir’ Grevelauy mouthed.
‘Well what’s Brosir ’huffed Jenafur drinking a glass of water.
‘I invite you to become my boss’
‘What?’
‘You- detective, I- secretary’
‘Why?’
‘Can’t I Be?’
‘Of course, you can but what’s it- Brosir?’
‘You are my brother and boss sir- Brosir’
‘O.K’ Jenafur muttered as he forwarded to his room which was Flintop’s.
‘Wait’ uttered Grevelauy and as Jenafur heard it he halted.
‘Now what?’ asked Jenafur in a dizzy tone
‘By the way what is I61’ inquired Grevelauy.
‘I61’ Jenafur seemed a little stunned at this word. ‘How the hell you came to know about it?’
‘Well the paper over that stone says something like “I KNOW I61’’’
‘What’ Jenafur drew near Grevelauy, seized the paper, stared at it ‘Well it’s not a big fuckin’ thing I61 is a code which I used, still use’
‘Code’
‘Like 007 for James Bond’
‘He’s a detective and you are a secretary’
‘Now I am also a detective… but who the hell knows it’



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