A Murderer’s Monologue…

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I love the sweet smell of smoke as it lingers near my nose preventing any other smell from entering my body. It’s feathery touch on my skin is so exhilarating, almost orgasmic, like hands of an invisible goddess that caress my body and my soul. The whimsical patterns it forms in the air blind me. The rest of the world becomes invisible. I can’t see the smile on people’s faces, I can’t see their grotesque expressions as they scream and shout, begging me not to kill them. I guess it’s this goddamn smoke that helps me kill people with such ease.

Yes. I kill. I kill for a living. As a child I never thought I would grow up to become a murderer. But here I am, the henchman of the biggest don in the city.

Today I stand at the very same place where my family was murdered fifteen years back. It seems only yesterday when a mob of religious fanatics, incensed by a provocative comment that a religious leader had made, ran up these staircase and slaughtered my family like butchers. I was right there, hiding under the cot and watching a scene that settled in my mind as indelible memories.

Having satisfied their thirst for blood those bastards went away, leaving behind a room in which my loved ones rested with their eyes wide open and their throats cut. The floor was damp with their blood and my tears. The eerie silence that hung in the air after the bedlam made me sick. I stood there nonplussed.

I had survived, but only to skid on the blood of my kin and fall into the world of crime from which there was no coming back.

At the moment I am waiting for my accomplice. He’ll hand me a gun with a bullet that has an unlucky soul’s name written on it. And after that… one more life will be taken.

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30 responses to “A Murderer’s Monologue…”

  1. madeleine sara says :

    Interesting characterisation. I like the way you build on the habit of smoking to explain the other even less desirable ‘habit’ he’s acquired through revenge. A sad tale with a good voice. :O)

  2. Bikram says :

    I hope the life is that of theat Religious LEADER…

    situations can make anyone into a bad guy.. soemtimes not in our hands..

    good one

    • Chhavi says :

      Well, it is rightly said… man is the victim of circumstances. Many a time good people end up becoming criminals.
      Glad you liked the story 🙂

  3. Destination Infinity says :

    I should say, you have a ‘killer instinct’ 😀

    Destination Infinity

    • Chhavi says :

      He he he….. I know… something has happened to me these days…. I just can’t stop myself from killing at least one character in my story 🙂 😉 😉

  4. Jess says :

    very good charicterization. lovely flow from habit to profession to who he is a person.

  5. Tan says :

    Hopped in from Chatterbox’s blog. You have portrayed the murderer’s mind well…. keep writing!!!

  6. Leo says :

    Brr.. You make it come to life!

  7. Deboshree says :

    Oh my. That was scary Chhavi. You could very well be a criminal psychologist for all the clarity you have brought to this monologue. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. 😀

    • Chhavi says :

      Thank you Deboshree. Glad to know that you liked reading it. Criminal psychologist!!! Now that’s a profession I had never really thought about 😉

  8. Harsha K N says :

    Loved it Chhavi as usual 🙂 Recent trend has been mystery, murder ; whats happening 😛 envy your vocab and control , May be im lazy to read books lately.

    • Chhavi says :

      Thanks Harsha 🙂 For the past few days I have concentrated on mystery and murder 🙂 I want to snap out of it as soon as possible.. Its a bit scary 😉

  9. mindlovemisery says :

    Great characterization and back story. I love dark gritty stories =)

  10. Sheilagh Lee says :

    wow very powerful piece.Great story

  11. Smita says :

    I had goosebumps when I read this!!
    Very well written my dear!

  12. rmpWritings says :

    seductive intro. interesting premise over all. loved the imagery of “I had survived, but only to skid on the blood of my kin and fall into the world of crime from which there was no coming back.” thoroughly enjoyable read.

  13. Sharmishtha says :

    scary and very well written.

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