Tuesday, 17 December 2019

Story No : 12. Before it’s too late



Bang! Bang! Bang!

 I put all three bullets in the chest of Mr J.D Jackson... I was shivering and sweating on what I have done. I had never killed even a fly in my life then how could I kill a man.........

My name is Carlos I am working as a journalist with a local newspaper. My job is to write reports on domestic violence and street crimes.... a month ago I received a phone call from Mrs J.D Jackson she told me that she had left her husband due to change in his behaviour from last few months and he had started to exceed his limits and his behaviour was now a threat to her life......

I told Mr Black local police officer regarding the call for the support and for permission to intervene to make report......... After that, I collected the data of J.D Jackson and planned a visit to his house secretly........ J.D Jackson was a famous professor of medicine and was researching on biological changes and complex breeding......... I came to know from the neighbourhood that J.D was a good polite man but from a few months, he was totally a changed man.......     

I found Prof J.D in his lab that he had made at his home..... He was lying on the examination table with a tube inserted in his arm and some sort of red coloured chemical was running down through the tube... I mistakenly dropped a vase on the floor which made Prof J.D conscious he hurriedly pulled out the tube and start searching the reason of fallen vase........ I secretly moved away from his house....and saved my life.......

I told police the officer that may be Prof was performing some experiments on himself and I was sure about it that those experiments had made Prof infuriated.......... We have to found more proofs before a police raid.  I decided to meet Mrs J.D Jackson who was now living with her daughter at a far place................. Mrs J.D Jackson told me that J.D Jackson was working on medicine to cure the deadly virus that spread from the biting of mad animals but the continuous failure had made him violent and aggressive......During all my investigations and visits it was cleared that Prof J.D was a poised man and only his failures had made him sadistic.

That morning before the incident happed I received the phone call from Mrs J.D Jackson... She was about to tell me something when with a scream the phone went dead......... I called the police to reach at his wife’s place before its too late...... When I reached the place of Mrs J.D..... The room was messy and can be noticed that some violence had happened there, I start searching for her and found them in the little hut nearby in the woods.............. Prof J.D Jackson had tied his wife on the chair and the blood was running down from her head........ His wife was making noises like an animal in the pain ...... Prof was about to inject some chemical in her chest... I shouted at him to stop............ Prof turned towards me and attacked at me with that injection half-filled with medicine...................



I put all three bullets in the chest of Mr J.D Jackson... I was shivering and sweating on what I had done. I had never killed even a fly in my life then how could I kill a man.........  my mind was repeating that It was self-defence reaction............ with badly pumping heart I unfastened the ropes of Mrs J.D Jackson when I untied her, she jumped over me........ I saw her face was like a furious animal and was getting blue.......... she told me that ............ 

She and Mr Jackson were infected by the virus and Prof was making medicine to cure it........... But the virus in her body was strong and always resists taking medicine for the cure......... Now she is going to kill me.............. She opened her mouth wide enough to swallow me alive........... At the same moment a headshot from police gun, burst her mouth into pieces................  I was standing there astonished and shivering thinking that a hunt of the story could end like this.

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