PRIME- Chapter 5

5.GREVEALAUY
Sitting on the wooden chair, lost in the dark, Jenafur opened the cap of the Scotch whiskey, stuffing his face in his hands, he held out one wine glass from the shelf nearby, poured in the liquor. But before his lips could touch the rim of the wine glass, a knock at the door let the whisky fell out of the glass. He hesitated to stand, but before he could do that too, the figure entered and went straight forward to meet the other figure. Still not clearly visible in the dark.
‘Hey who are you?’ asked Jenafur
‘Don’t know me’ the other figure asked.
‘Who are you now?’
‘Your brother’
‘My brother’
‘Grevelauy’
‘Grevelauy’ Jenafur said as he switched on the lights. He face was filled with a look of surprise, happiness which changed back into a look full of depression. He seated back at the original position.
‘Hey! Whazzup Jen why is your face hangin’ like a piece of banana, crushed banana?’
‘No it’s not that’
‘Then what it is’
‘You know my boss’
‘That dickhead’
‘Hey he’s not that’
‘So what has happened to him?’
‘Flintop Sir are murdered’
‘Murdered! That’s really a bad news- so that’s why you were drinking’
‘I’ve just touched the glass- I’m drinking for his death and my success’
‘Your success in his death’
‘No! Damn you- the mayor has charged me the duty of the detective’
Grevealauy jumping to his knees. ‘Oh really! That’s great news- one for me too’
‘And why’ Jenafur began to speak as he took out another wine glass and began pouring liquor in it. ‘You didn’t told me why you here after a long time’
‘Just here don’t ya know I’ve finished my training’
‘Oh! So lets have it for that’ Jenafur said jollily as he struck the glasses "CHEERS" both spoke.
‘Isn’t it bitterer? Grevelauy inquired.
‘Ya tastes like’ Jenafur replied.
‘Hope you have added water’ Grevelauy said.
‘ Water, the one thing I always forget.’ Jenafur told as both cheered once again.



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PRIME- Chapter 4

4. Jenafur Strikes.
The door of Jenafur’s unfolded as the clock striked 10. He was traumatized as he discovered something on the floor. It was Flintop, Flintop Jones dead. Tears flowed from his eyes. At the sudden the hotel’s manager appeared. ‘What, What the hell, who did it- murder in my hotel Call on, Call the police’ he squalled in grief.
But before the police force occurred, a white limousine drove near the hotel. A whole crowd surrounded the hotel.
For getting one glimpse, just one glimpse of the mayor – Horcksheam Pigimi known for his loose tongue.
‘Oh shit! It’s the mayor now’ muffled ‘He will kill me for this death’ he said as he brimmed over to the lift.
Down he went to receive the all mighty mayor Horcksheam Pigimi. Huge dreadful eyes showing anger, frustration.
‘Sir!Sir!Sir! Please come .Welcome to Seve….’
‘Shut your ass you…’
‘Robe…’
‘Cut it, you ass hole- Take me to the murder spot’
‘Which murder Sir?’
‘Don’t fuck with me, don’t dare do’
‘All right sir-Have the lift sir’
‘Do you think I will use those stairs rather?’
‘No sir’
‘Hell no’Pigimi said as he entered the lift ‘Do you know you are standing with whom’
‘Sir you’
‘A waiter with a mayor’
‘Sir I am the manager of this hotel’
‘You look like a thrown away banana peel’ Pigimi launched spits off his mouth while shouting to him. He extracted out a brand new cigar ‘geek havin’ a lighter’ asked Pigimi
Roben checked his trousers pockets but wasn’t able to find it.
‘Bastard’ roared Pigimi as he drew off a lighter from his own pocket, lighted it up, touched Roben’s hand with the tip of cigar.
Roben yelped, Pigimi grinned and on they reached their destination the 11th Floor.
Pigimi stared ‘Damn fuck, is it Flintop’ he uttered as his face showed the expression of grief.
‘Ya sir’ replied the manager
‘Blast you, damn fucker, cant you call security you, ass hole- you knew that a great personality like Flintop needs cover’ scolded Pigimi. ‘And who is this bastard cryin’ at his body’ inquired Pigimi as he pointed Jenafur.
‘Sir he is Flintop’s secretary’
‘Good! Detective gets killed in your hotel and secretary remains alive’
Roben shook his head down
‘Hey you’ called out Pigimi to Jenafur
‘What’ Jenafur replied
‘You are Flintop’s secretary’
‘Yes’
‘You look depressed by his death’
‘I am depressed by sir’s death’
‘Ya he was quite a nice person… now as he is dead- I think you shall become the detective in place of him’
‘I- detective’
‘Ya you- detective’
‘But…’
‘Fuck the butts, you are the new detective, by the way what’s your name?’
‘Jenafur Joley’
‘Jenafur Joley – the detective is better’



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PRIME- Chapter 3

3. The Thirteenth Floor

The button pressed was 13 but, actually it wasn’t .The door of the lift opened and another door appeared. It was the 12th floor. Flintop was surprised, but he gave another try he pushed the golden door 13 was engraved on it. Flintop rubbed his head hard to think upon it, but the door opened automatically, Flintop slipped in, it was really dark all around, then suddenly all the lights flashed and dimmed once, twice, thrice. Flintop closed his eyes and when he opened them all was dark, there was a severe chill in the room. Then 13 appeared in red light at the wall to the left of him. Suddenly a cold voice was heard. A man was standing there although hew could not be seen because of the dark.
‘Hi’ the voice said
‘Who the hell are you? ’ Flintop questioned
‘Don’t you know’ said the man as he took out some sort of an object- a revolver and aimed it at the chest of Flintop. ‘You will know sooon’
Flintop begged ‘No No’. He tried to extract the revolver from his pocket, but could no find it.
Flintop stepped backwards, the door opened, another door opened ‘No’ Flintop cried.
‘Good bye Sir Jones’ said the man with a smirk. He pressed the trigger, the bullet flew until it reached its aim-Flintop’s chest. He felt a jerk and was down off to the flooring.
‘It’s the prime crime time babe’ he said and reached the floor.
He was lying flat on the ground ,still and dead ...



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