Murder of a

Murderer
FAHIM AHMAD SIDDIQUI

They told me she was innocent. But she

couldn’t be. Nor would I allow it. I pursued
for the task I craved for. I crept through the
foggy, dirty, murky, somber night with tree-
tall buildings on my left and right. A lonely
lamp illuminated little light on its
surroundings as a lit candle in midnight. I
stepped over the stone-built road, and paved
my way to her hideous house, all while
fighting the hostile coldish winds. I saw the
dark midnight sky full of blazing lights lost
in the night. I opened the door faintly – very
faintly, and crept into the mud brown
wooden floor, on the tips of my toes. The
gushing winds flew through the house, with
snowflake snow drizzling on me. I held my
weary hat tightly and kept a firm stand as a
solider ready for battle. I grabbed on the
metal latch of the stone-built door, and with
mad might closed it shut. After that, I moved
steadily through the walls of the house. The
roof was dirty-brown, the walls were grass-
teal, and two large fatty pillars laid on both
of my sides, both teal.
I stepped forth and paved through the
hallway. There were many drawings on the
wall. I left my eyes widely staring at all the
drawings and slowly continued through the
long hall.
But the more I went, the longer the hall
stretched. And by every step, the door on
the end went even further. I ran faster and
faster, but the sprouting hallway grew. Still
the more I went, the more it grew. My
muscles became feverish, and my heart
heartfully desired a rest. Desperate, I
continued further. The flickering flower
lights warned me with caution, the rugs
plainly warned me, and the winds whispered
in my ears. After fainting, I found the door
so distantly near to hope.
I stood up upright and heard the air grow
mister and colder and fainter. I heard a
silent tone of voices lurking in the air – like
how the winds talk to a lonely, stranger
wandering nowhere. I felt the breath of a
man, gasping for his air. The door shyly
opened itself and, there came out of it a tall,
scrawny adult man.
“Have you done it?” he questioned with his
famished face.
“My pardon?”
“For the deed I wish to assist.”.
 In kindness, I left him to do the deed. I
proved too tired to kill. Thus, I gave him the
task instead. He grasped a knife yelling, “No
one’s raves!”. I saw him, large, opened eyes,
a knife in his hand, thrust the sleeping
woman. And he thrusted her again and
again, then with a breaking voice moaned
towards me “Feverish Friend, and narrowly
missed to stab me.
I was not surprised for he seemed as
someone who would murder even the lone
orphan, so I with caution promptly ran and
went through the devious sprouting hall. I
freed the door and began purging through
the deep protruding snow. My feet sank with
every step into the snow, and the burning
coldness spread through my legs. My hands
came yellowish pale, my eyes came cold, and
my senses came numb. He was still behind –
just now starting to run in the snow. He
quickly sank into the snow, barely able to
rise afresh. I managed to cluster enough
strength to plunge myself out of the snow
and into the woods with a racing pace. I
obliterated small things – such as sticks, and
stone underneath, desperate to stay
advanced. His pace grew faster, almost near
my back. With his knife, he aimed to plunge
his knife into my shoulder but narrowly
missed. He pursued to pull me back by
seizing my arm but saw failure instead. The
burning fire only grew more.
 I stretched into the tenebrous woods of
trees reaching high above the sky. I rushed
through the woods, almost managing to not
trip, until I tripped on a thin root soaring
high in the ground. I fell onto burning,
freezing cold, but managed to soar up on my
knees. Through the woods, in the dark, there
stood a tall figure wrapped in a white sheet
with a bloody stain near her chest.
“You have murdered me,” she spoke “and I
shall do the same to you.”. She strolled
towards me, but I ran away from her. I ran,
through the blistering cold.
gravely dead on the snow. I ran faster and
faster, but the villains were still nearby.
There was nothing, but the blackness
approaching with its long hind legs, and the
tall trees, acting as witnesses to strange
things. Out of the blackness, a sickening,
vexing scream screamed “One nor the
other.”. A hooting owl spoke, and with large
moon eyes saw. The bird hidden in the dark,
hidden in the ages. Moonlight spread
through the woods, watering the trees
outmost.
The broad bark of the trees roasted black.
Burning, and screaming, until the nearby
trees famished away. “One nor the other”
the owl screamed once more. I screamed in
agony! I saw the owl with his large, opened
eyes, stalking right at me. All this agony!
And despair! I plunged my hands onto my
face. Yes! I must run as the coward. Perhaps
not! I have been warned. I see what the
deadman see. I hear the beating of their
hearts, and their blood running so coldly –
rushing. I hear the footsteps of them, I feel
their thrust – their longing…for me. I listen
to their footsteps pressing onto that snow –
that crunching sound when they step. And I
feel their terror – that fear inside of them –
what could they fear so much? They long
for…me…very much. They long to see me in
their terror, to be in their hands. I sense
their hate; I sense the fear of the burned
trees. I can even feel my own heart beating
loudly than ever before. And my blood
running cold, colder than ever before. I feel
the eerie mist wandering through the sky in
need of friendship, waving out its hand. This
madness no more! Thee evil no more! And a
sickening scream screamed “One nor the
other”.
I woke up exhausted. Two large men held
me by each side and towards me a large
audience, many wearing rags, cheered “One
nor the other, but him instead!”. After
wrapping a long rope around my neck, they
let go of the bottom floor. Through the
unbearable, I saw that same tall, scrawny
adult man cheering among the crowd. And a
woman with drowsy eyes. Had I done it?
Surely not! Who would do such a deed?