"Hurry up! Too slow ! Bring them here, we are already late ,Mr Conwell is already here, "
A senior guard shouting at his juniors.
(It is early morning, there is still time before sunrise.
Six assassins are being taken to their assigned execution point , which is a seven days long journey.)
One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! All inside the van , put the chains on, be careful !!!
" So all done. Are we ready to move "asked Conwell.
" Yes, sir! Let me call the driver "responded the guard.
" While the guard is coming, may I ask you something sir? " he asked in a lowely tone.
" Yes , Monsieur you may proceed with your question " Conwell responded in a confident tone.
" As you have only stated in your speeches, that these people are so dangerous and possess an evil mind, it is so risky being with them for even a minute and you will be with them for seven days. You are the leader of the Purifiers so, you are the one responsible for the things happening to them. They must be having grudges against you."
" So.....I..!! "
" So, you think it is an unnecessary thing that I am doing. I know for many it is ,you are not the only one thinking like that." intrupting him in middle.
" I don't have anything to lose. I have already lost everything, You know I want to know the reason, Why are people so cold. It is my curiosity that I want to cure. "
"What's your name ?" Conwell asked with a smile
"Bruce Layfield." he replied .
" Bruce my friend, don't worry at all. Let me tell you
these bitches won't even blink until I throw some coins at them." Bruce never saw such a confident face.
" Sir, I think we should leave now " , said the driver.
Yes , when I will be back with my answers, then I will share them with you. We will have some booze together, I have forgotten the last time I had it. "
" See you soon Bruce. I'm off for now " He stepped inside the criminal van, he once again smiled looking at Bruce.
" Sure Sir, it'll be my pleasure", said Bruce smiling.
It was a criminal van, the six assassins were chained, they were sitting on the floor. As Conwell entered, he freezed for a moment. It was cold , very very cold , in his speeches he many times had described the coldness of such stone hearted people but experiencing it in person is a whole new feeling.
Conwell moved towards his seat, which was right in front. He settled down. None of the six people gave a damn about him. They were either dozing off or looking at the floor.
As the van started moving, Conwell saw Bruce nd three other guards waving at him. He too waved at them. As they moved to a distance from where the prison was not to be seen , Conwell for the first time looked properly at the assassins. There were five men, out of them, one was an old man. He was dozing off ,one of the few things that matched his age. One of them is a girl who seemed to be very young atmost twenty-one.
Conwell picked up a file which was kept next to him. In the file ,were the details of the assassins. Conwell's party got some great detectives , deployed to gather information on the assassins and their victims. Conwell wanted this information so, he can confront these people for their deeds and to generate enough hate in his heart so , he can eliminate all chances of mercy from his heart for these stones.
The name of the old man is Mr. Oswald. He is sixty-seven. He has been found guilty of killing twelve people in the course of five years including his own wife. Conwell felt disgusted but it was no surprise for him as he only said that " Paper has more emotions than people ".
Sitting next to Oswald is Grim Smith, who is merciless enough to annihilate your whole world, right infront of your damn eyes. Just one need that, he should have warm money bath and the sad part is that there are enough grudges in this world , that even his future generations can enjoy baths like these. The person who was preparing this report on Grim highlighted some of his bloody feats.
Grim Smith took thirty lives in the course of just four years, he is just twenty-six. Out of thirty , Seventeen were activists and people who were in support of Conwell. He killed an opposition leader by stabbing him thirty-three times infront of his family, his children, then he surrendered. Conwell's body was numb for a moment or two, he looked at the stoney fellow for a moment.
" How can someone be so calm after doing such deeds, my confidence just increased after reading this. he really doesn't deserve to live , taking lives of other people so brutally. " Conwell wearing a grudge full expression thinking in his mind, he just got one answer to the questions in minds of people like Bruce.
Conwell turned the page, it was the report on Mitchell the one sitting near the door. He was smiling in his mugshot. " A witty, a very witty smile , Bruce I wish you were here, his smile alone is making me restless to execute him. " Conwell murmured to himself.
Mitchell's report is slightly different from the two, it is prepared by three people in total, he killed two of them and nearly killed the third one. He has the killed forty-eight people in the course of seven years and is thirty-one.
One more interesting thing about him is that , he is a second generation assassin.
His father was also an assassin , a pretty famous one.
He got his nick name which is quite famous in the under world *The snake who gobbled his father*
" I am also a father and not a too bad person . So , maybe the circumstances went worst and his father had no choice left but to get his hands dirty in order to feed his son. A parent , surely do have a lot of responsibilities to fulfill but making your son like you ,
huh !! failed father just like me. " Conwell taking a picky shot on himself.
While he was lost in his own thoughts, Conwell eyes stopped on the fellow on his mind. Mitchell's hands were moving in a weird way , that is just one another adjective adding to his credits.
" It seems like..ehh..!! Is he drawing something? But with hands on the floor? Ohh!! How can I damn it , what is happening to me, my intelligence huh!! He is a damn assassin with almost fifty varieties of blood. There must be blood stuck in his nails, blood art in real life, Jonathan was into it so much."
Conwell is very good at this , giving remarks to himself.
Conwell turns to the next one Ryan Hall. The one who is sometimes looking at the floor or looking at his palms. He is a twenty-three year old young man.
Found guilty of killing thirteen people , one of them being his own mother. Conwell's blood shot up for reading this , he felt like breaking his neck then and there.
" Pathetic ! Just Pathetic ! How can someone be So damned, I don't get it , Such a young man. Seriously pathetic !!! " Conwell didn't even notice , he was shouting and all of them except Oswald were looking at him. Those eyes scared him to trenches , he tried to ignore them by pretending to read the report.
They also got their eyes off him.
Ryan Hall's another dirty crime is , that he killed family including two teenagers.
" Good work !! I want to appreciate my team , young devil dying early but still twenty-three years late. " he thought in his mind.
Next report is of Clare. She got no last name , she is just twenty-one. Clare appear out of the blue in the world of killings and managed to get herself to a position enough to be sentenced to death by throwing stones , in just a short span of two years.
She looks innocent and kind. She has a face that you can trust in the first meet , something of which she must have taken advantage.
" Devil in disguise of an angel , just look at her face, she seems to be so innocent. Even now, she is sitting in a manner like she is full of ettiquettes. One really can't judge people by looking at them. You can't be sure , if your sitting next to a beast, who got you as it's next feast. " Conwell forming an opinion but this time, he is being cautious.
When Conwell moved to the last one, he was surprised as there were only a few lines about him.
It was written there that , " We tried our best to find about this guy but alas ! there is not much of information about *The Mime of the Underworld*.
He is a copycat killer , the people who contacted him call him by the name Miles Fetcher. He is something nearly Thirty-four , with approximately twenty-four kills. He was arrested while on a contract , his victim was barely saved. He was using bare hands.
Conwell asked the driver to stop somewhere , he was uneasy after reading all this. The driver stopped at the foot of a hill. Conwell without looking at them got out.
He put his hand in his coat's pocket , he took out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit up the cigarette and took two puffs , he was trying to get rid of all the visions coming in his mind after reading that thing.
While Conwell was smoking and taking a glance at the view outside, he heard someone murmuring inside the Van. what is it ? He thought in Is this the beginning of the journey to a brutal death ,that is justice for many.
To be Continued...
F.Frank